Wanna Be Yours

Chapter 1: The memory of her

I stood frozen in front of the door, battling the urge to knock. My feet tapped anxiously on the tiled floor, regret weighing heavy in my chest. I shouldn't have agreed to this, I knew that deep down. The grip on the stack of books in my right hand tightened, while my left index finger found its way to my mouth, feeling the familiar pressure of nervousness.

Summoning all my courage, I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell before stepping back a few paces. Our homeroom teacher had tasked me with delivering these books to a girl named Y/n, who had been on leave since my first day at school. I had never met her, but I had painted a mental picture based on rumours and stereotypes—a girl with braided hair and thick glasses, probably one of the top students who I perceived as difficult to relate to. Not that I held any resentment; it was just hard to connect with the academic elites.

The door creaked open, revealing a guy standing before me, his scrutinising gaze making me self-conscious. His curly hair fell effortlessly on his forehead, his dark brown eyes mirroring curiosity, adorned with double eyelids. He wore black ripped jeans and a white loose t-shirt, holding his phone casually in his right hand.

"Who are you?" His voice held a hint of suspicion, causing me to falter under his intense gaze.

"I'm here to see Y/n," I began, my voice shaky. "Her classmate and professor asked me to deliver these books to her."

His demeanour softened as recognition dawned on him. "Oh, she mentioned someone would come," he replied, his tone shifting from guarded to welcoming. I couldn't help but be intrigued by this mysterious figure who stood before me.

He held the door open, inviting me inside while I reluctantly crossed the entrance. He handed me a pair of slippers, gesturing for me to make myself comfortable as he closed the door behind us. The living room exuded warmth and sophistication, a sweet—sounding blend of brown and white furnishings creating a cosy atmosphere.

"We have to go upstairs; she can't come down," he explained with a playful grin, leading the way as I followed him up the staircase. As we reached Y/n's room, my expectations were shattered.

Her room was a stark difference from the living area, painted in off-white shade and adorned with wide-ranging decor. The bed took centre stage, surrounded by a clutter of gadgets, clothes, and an impressive bookshelf filled with novels that seemed out of place for a studious student. My prejudged notions were shattered as I tried to conform the mismatched pieces of her identity.

As the guy knocked on the door and ushered me in, I caught a glimpse of her kneeling by the wall, her back to us. "Taehyung, are you here to mock me?" Her voice jolted me out of my trance as she turned to face us, and in that moment, time stood still.

Her almond amber eyes held a depth that engulfed me, her beauty going beyond any prejudged notions I had. She was a contradiction, a sweet-sounding blend of intellect and allure that left me breathless. Her shy smile revealed dimples that seemed to light up the room, dispelling the awkward tension that hung in the air.

"Could you place those on the bed, please? I can't stand until 5 pm," she requested, her vulnerability adding a layer of humanity that drew me closer to her riddle.

"Why?" I blurted out, unable to contain my curiosity.

"Our Y/n loves to push her luck with her brother, and this time she got herself grounded," the guy named Taehyung divulged, breaking the tension with his teasing banter.

“Its your mistake. Mock me again and the next moment I'll cut your testicles and feed you at dinner.” 

Taehyung stuck his tongue out at her laughing.