Windy Day ;; Yoongi

11.

Yoojung

Yoojung was so tired.

As soon as she reached home, She didn't even bother changing my clothes. She was too tired to go up to her room, so she slept on the sofa.

She had never felt this worn out in her life.

All she did was think about Yoongi during class. She told herself that never in a million years that Yoongi could be her true love. And so after that, she started feeling weird.

Yoojung couldn't handle her fatigue in class so that's why she asked permission to leave school early.

And that's how she ended up here in her living room, half dead from sudden tiredness.

All Yoojung remembered was someone barging in her door, her saying "I'm soooo tired.", and then everything went black.

Yoongi

He was worried.

He didn't know why but there's just something inside him that keeps on making him care for Yoojung. As soon as he saw Yoojung walking sloppily in the sidewalk, he immediately ran for her.

He wasn't ready for what he saw as soon as he barged in into Yoojung's house.

An almost half-dead Yoojung was lying in the floor. Yoongi started shaking her, trying to gain a response. But all he got was "I'm soooo tired."

He was panicking. He didn't know what to do. All he knew that this might be happening because she...denied liking her...true love?

Could it be him?

He reminded himself that it wouldn't hurt to try right?

So he kissed her.

It felt nice. Having his lips against hers. It was magical---just like in those fairytales.

Then she suddenly opened her eyes. He never looked at her this close. He took this chance to examine Yoojung's features. She was so pretty.

"So it was you?"

Her question intrigued Yoongi. Was he really the one?

When Yoongi didn't respond, Yoojung carried on. "I guess you're my true love. I've tried too hard to look for the right person but you were literally just there, beside me. I am so dumb."

Yoongi laughed a bit and stood up. Until a hand grabbed his wrist. "You're just leaving like that? Man you just stole my first kiss! You're also my true love?? Then you're leaving?" Yoojung exclaimed with pleading eyes.

"Yah! Park Yoojung, I like you, brat!"