Trivia : Melody (Min Yoongi FF)

Chapter Eight

That night, Trayee found herself in a wedding ceremony.

It was weird, seeing she was on a vacation, but it was nonetheless a dream, so it being unrealistic made perfect sense.

What didn't make sense, was, in a sea of known and unknown faces, she spotted Min Yoongi. Dressed in a three-layered white suit with a red vest, he looked so damn hot and handsome that Trayee sensed her breathes getting shorter. It also didn't help that his hair was back-brushed.

It should be illegal.

Giggling at the fangirl inside her, Trayee decided to stop gawking at her idol, not to make him feel uncomfortable or self-conscious. But the smile on her face instantly died down when she felt that she couldn't look away; like an invisible force was compelling her to stare. With a dreadful heart, she saw Yoongi looking back at her and every movement around them seemed to stop for a moment.

Yoongi eyed her, his expression unreadable, as he pushed his hands inside his trousers' pockets and approached her in slow steps, head cocked with a curious curl of lips.

God, those sinful pair of lips!

Trayee gulped, feeling her throat getting dry by every passing second. She desperately tried to move, but she couldn't, as she watched Yoongi getting closer. He moved perfectly, absolutely not bothered by the fact that she completely froze. It was like he wanted it to be that way, wanted to make a point.

So when he raised his right hand and brushed it lightly against her own, the instant tingle that pulsated through her body and hit her head, made everything transparent.

Yoongi was taking charge. Again. He was controlling it as their dreams got tangled. Again.

She stood there, being unable to move, because Yoongi wanted her to be that way. He wanted to say something, do something, that made his intentions clear.

It was getting too much.

A second later, Trayee found herself gasping on her bed, breathing in deep gulps of Oxygen, as she stared up at the ceiling.

Trayee never understood if all of those were actually real. Did Yoongi really feel it when she needed him? If he didn't, then why would he always post in her moments of requirement? If their dream entanglement was nothing, then why his presence in them always changed everything?

Scientifically, she had no explanation. But her gut sense was screaming at her to just accept it.

They did have a connection, and her denial won't change that.

"So that's it? He didn't say anything? It ended just like that?" Pragya asked, sitting beside Trayee during breakfast.

"Yes."

The single whisper made Pragya frown.

"I feel like you're hiding something from me." Pragya said a moment later, "After we returned yesterday, you started acting really weird. I thought it was because we got separated and you were still not over that shock, so I left it alone. But now I can't help but feel that there's some missing pieces of information."

"Uhm, n-no--"

"Don't try to deny it, Trayee. I looked back yesterday after collecting you, and saw Namjoon and Yoongi right there." Pragya said somewhat sternly before her voice softened, "You know you can tell me anything. I'm right here. Please, just let go."

Trayee weakly smiled at how well her soulmate knew her. She glanced at her hand before speaking.

"Before you pulled me away, our hands touched. Mine and Y-Yoongi's. And there was this electricity I felt. Like, nothing like they show in books or movies. It was painstakingly real. I'd experienced them a lot during my Electronics practical classes in college." Pragya nodded with furrowed brows.