Solji
It's already Monday. I'm dead. I'm a corpse. I don't want to meet anyone. My soul have left my body. I need a good rest in peace. I-
"Yah, Ahn Solji!"
My thoughts snapped away when I heard a voice calling me from behind. I turned around. Yoon. I sighed in relief while watching her running towards me. She then stop in front of me, panting so hard.
"What happ-"
"Yah, go to the music room. Yoongi... he's dying."
My eyes widened as soon as I heard that. I turned around and immediately sprinted to the music room. Oh, God! I didn't even give you a god damn answer, why the hell are you killing yourself?! God damn it, this guy.
Once I reached the hallway that lead to the music room, I quicken my steps and stormed in the room. What the fuck is going on? Why is it so dark?
"Yah, Min Y-Yoongi. W-Where are you?"
I walked in further. And fuck! I can't see the switch. Where the fuck is that fucking swi-
The lights suddenly went on and it revealed that Yoongi were just in front of me holding a bouquet of white roses, covering his face. I knew him. He was shorter than Jungkook so I know it's him.
He slowly reveal his face to me with an awkward gummy smile of his. He looks so handsome and cute at the same time right now. What even is he? My heart almost gave up on me. I'm almost flatlined.
"Hi."
"Hi, my ass. What are you doing right now?"
I snapped. He hand me the flowers with the smile that never seem to fade away from his lips. I took the flowers eventually and stare at the white roses blankly.
"I figure out that you might want to have a bouquet of fresh flowers on your first date. You love flowers, right?"
I look at him. Why is this asshole doing this? I'm almost dead. I sighed.
"First date? Who's gonna be your fucking first date, huh?"
His smile faded away as he lowered down his head, staring at the ground. I let the flowers fall down on the ground and pull him into a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Yah. Don't you know how much I worried about you when Yoon said you're dying?! And here you are, giving me flowers and saying shit. Yah, who do you think you are to do this kind of shit to me?"
I cried. How can I not?! I'm worried sick about him. Running from the corridor to the music room that was so far away from our class. What the fuck is this?
"If you're mad at me, then don't throw the flowers. It's kinda... expensive though."
"If it's expensive then why the fuck did you bought it?! Your life is more important than the flowers!"
I buried my face on his shoulder, crying while clutching hard on his blazer. I heard him chuckled a bit before he wrapped his arms on around my waist.
"Why would you worried about me if you-"
"It's because I love you!"
I exclaimed. I can't bear to hold it back anymore. If Yoon want me to be happy, then I'll be that way. If she want me to stop worrying about everything, then I'll do it. I may sound like I'm doing this for her and yeah, it's true but I'm doing this for myself too.
Yoon-ah, I know you're hurting but I'll try my best to make you feel better. I know I don't deserve to be happy when you're sad but if this is what you want that will make you feel better, then I'll do it. I'll try to be happy.
