Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

11

"No, it's okay. Luckily I brought my own key." Serin chuckled as she shoved her hand into her jean pocket to grab the key to the studio. "What the hell, why'd you call me, then? It's fucking eleven in the evening, man." Minyoung groaned.

"Hey you and I both know that eleven is not late for Byeon Minyoung." Serin suddenly stopped in her tracks when she noticed someone at the foot of the stairs leading to the entrance of their studio. "Hey, I'll call you back."

She gripped onto her jacket as she inched towards the figure sitting against the wall. Fear immediately bubbled in the pit of her stomach as she neared the person.

Dozens of thoughts clouded her mind as she took a few steps closer, but not close enough. She remembered those films she watched before in situations like this happens where the girl usually ends up dead.

She grew nervous with every step she took with her hands in fists, ready to hit anyone and anything just in case something happens. Thank god I learned a bit of self defense when I was younger.

Slowly, she circled around and faced the unmoving person, "For fuck's sake," She let out a sigh once she realised who it was. "Goddamn it, why are you out here in the cold?" carefully leaning down, gently shaking him awake.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, blinking a few times to chase his sleepiness away. "Fuck," Yoongi shot up from the floor and dusted himself off. "S-Sorry, you weren't supposed to see me like that." He mumbled as he awkwardly stood onto his feet.

Serin pushed the door open and led him inside. "What were you doing out there?" She asked him as she sat on one of the stools, waiting for his response. "I was waiting for you. I wrote a note to you, didn't you see it?"

"What note? I didn't get any note. You didn't tell me anything at the café." Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to remember. "I wrote it at the back of your receipt, didn't you see?"

Serin started to feel guilty when she remembered that after drinking her coffee, she immediately threw all the rubbish into the trash bin. "I threw it away." She awkwardly twiddled with her thumbs. "Sorry,"

Silence enveloped them once again and the only sound that echoed against the walls of the studios is their soft breaths and quiet buzzing of the fluorescent bulb above them. "No, it's okay." Yoongi murmured as he tried to think of something else to talk about.

The silence was uncomfortable for both of them. It was different this time, unlike how it felt when they first spoke to each other. It was like frost was building up from the palms of their hands up to their necks.

Their gazes were set on either the off-white coloured walls or the stone floor beneath and none of them dared to speak. It was as if they were both collecting their thoughts when, in fact, they didn't even know what to say.

Three months didn't seem so long, but three months seemed enough to forget a few things that felt like they never really happened in the first place.

But there are more or less 84 days in three months and 14 days in two weeks, 24 hours in a day, long enough for a lot of things to happen therefore, even an hour or a minute, even a second is long enough for anything to happen.

"Why are you here, Yoongi?" Serin finally broke the silence, pulling him out of his thoughts. He's been spacing out a lot lately; thinking hard about things that aren't even supposed to be thought of.

He spoke after opening his mouth a couple of times without any sort of sound coming out. "I wanted to talk." Yoongi shrugged hesitating a little before he sat onto the stool next to her. "How are you?"

Even though it's been three months, and a lot of things can happen in three months, that familiar rush she felt in her veins whenever she was near him came back. "I'm doing well." She didn't even sound sure of her own answer.