Yours Truly

54 : You are my Love Song

Taehyung would bet everything on the fact that he and Sierra were struck by the same cupid's arrow. With all the love that he had, pouring out of his eyes. Pouring on Sierra.
Hair messily tied, a jeans and a black t shirt. That was all. Tiny bumps on her forehead, a pimple under her eyes, her smile lines urging her to smile again. But she was too busy to smile. She felt none of her attempts were making up to Taehyung. He fought dead, and all she did was bring his favourite lunch? She needed to do more.
"My lady?"
Her eyes shot up immediately at Taehyung's voice. Soft, deep and warm. She scooted closer. Anxious eyes, eyebrows pointed up,
"Is it hurting? Do you need water, food or anything? Shall I go fetch a doctor? Shall I call Yoongi Oppa or Namjoon Oppa? Or Hoseok Oppa, Jin Oppa? Ooh! How bout Jimin Oppa? He is practically your soulmate, he'll understand you better? Or should I just drag in Jungkookie?"
"I need you. I need my lady. My Sierra."
He took a hold of his Sierra's hand. And after so many days, Sierra felt alive. As if a calmth rushing through her veins. Her lips breaking out into a tiny smile. A tear slowly pirouetting out of her gorgeous eyes. She couldn't help but admire how their hands look together. Her eyes focused on his beautifully elegant face. He softly continued,
"Lady, I know how hard you are going on yourself. Please don't. I'm alive. I'm hearty. You need to sleep, you need eat, you need to take care of yourself. Please. I can't lose you, my Juliette."
Sierra's lips felt like a dandelion on.his forehead. She gently finger combed his hair,
"Our fear lies in the same thing. Our fear expresses itself through the same statement, my Romeo."

Yoongi's first love would always be music. He could swear he even composes in his sleep. He dreams of playing instruments. He would sell his soul to the devil, just for his music.
Jennie quietly tiptoed towards her busy boy. The computer light hitting his face. Giant monitors and sound systems on in front of him. Jennie, too was into composing music. She placed the chicken takeout box on the coffee table as quiet as possible. Yoongi smirked. His unbothered voice floating to her ears,
"Kim, you don't have to be that quiet. I know you have the key to my studio."
Jennie crossed her arms on her chest, cocking an eyebrow up,
"Min, you don't have to turn into a zombie for the sake of music. I know you've been working on that piece since midnight."
Yoongi chuckled, turning his chair towards her. She was his caffeine. Bitter and hot, yet sometimes a bit sweet. Definitely not for everyone, but once you get hooked, there's no way out. Like a drug almost. He lend his palms forward towards Jennie. Jennie's mandu cheeks fluffed up even more as her lips gaped apart into a smile. She, without any hesitation placed her delicate hands on Yoongi's.
Yoongi slowly guided her forward. Onto his lap. His hands lending Jennie the headphone. He whispered,
"It's done, give it a go."
Yoongi saw sparkles in Jennie's eyes. A mischievous shadow as she clawed the headphone away from Yoongi. Yoongi chuckled, playing the song.
Jennie bobbed her head to the beat. The music was amazing. She sang along to the melody. A song she wrote. As if the melody was meant for it. It went so well together.
Yoongi just kept his etes fixed on her. The head bobs, the small nosr crunches, how she closed her eyes, how her hands held the headphones in place. And when Jennie looked at him with curiousity and surprise in her eyes, he just smiled, turning the music off,
"So how was it?"
"It was my song, right? You prepared a melody for my song."
The headphone hanging loosely on her neck. Yoongi's long fingers slowly pushing the lighter hair out of Jennie's face. Cupping her cheeks, he leaned forward. He whispered,
"May I, Kim?"
Jennie kept her eyes closed, nodding slightly. She leaned in as her lips parted, a whisper tumbled out,
"You may Min. You may."
Two passionate souls came crashing on each other. The two lips creating a bridge for theor hearts to cross over and merge into one. Yoongi's hands taking a hold of her tiny waist, as he tugged her closer. Jennie's nails digging onto his porcelain white neck, as she deepened the kiss. The blue light from the monitor tracing two lovers, as if the substitute for the moonlight.
Yoongi broke the kiss, knowing Jennie was running out air. Jennie gasped, breathing in with her mouth. Her round cheeks filled with colours. She flashed her adorable gummy smile, as her eyes met with his. Yoongi, smiled back. His heart pouring out of his voice,
"I want you to sing the demo, Kim."
Jennie's smile disappeared. In an instant. Into the thin air. Her eyes lowered, as she fidgeted with her fingers, she whispered with a pang of guilt showing on her face,
"But I am not a good enough singer, Min."
"You are. Your voice is my melody. Your words are my lyrics. Your giggles are my beats. You are my love song, Jennie Kim."
Jennie felt hot tears at the back of her eyes. Her voice slowly turning into a nasally one as mucus rode up her throat. She looked away from his eyes, blinking quite a few times. Her hands lightly patted his shoulders,
"Let's go and eat the chicken first. It's cooling off."
Yoongi smiled, not letting go of Jennie's waist. He snuggled his neck at the crook of her neck. His eyes looking up to her. With all the sparkles in them. He softly said,
"I know it will take you time to throw away your insecurities. But know that none of them are true. You are brilliant. You are amazing, you gorgeous, you are kind, you are talented, you are intelligent. You are love, just in a human form. Don't let the losers that are jealous of you win. You are the best version of yourself you can be Jennie Kim. You are perfect just the way you are."
Jennie cupped his freshly steamed bun cheeks in both her palms and pecked the top of his cute, little nose. She whispered,
"I love you Min."
"I love you too, if not more, Kim."