Wild flower

Travelling with love

We walked on, in the same fashion. Holding hands. Until we reached the bus stop. The bus was approaching, and Yoongi asked, "Where do you live, Y/N?" I told him where, and his face fell.

"Oh. I don't suppose you go to Shoreway School?" there was bitterness in his voice. I nodded reluctantly. Why was he upset by the fact I went to that school? Or lived in that neighbourhood? It's a perfectly civilised place to live in. I asked him, as we sat side by side in the bus.

He sighed, and proceeded with his explanation, making my eyes open in surprise. "I had a friend. He is the same age as you. He also goes to the same school as you-""

"So what's this got to do with me?" I interrupted him.

"He and I were close. Very close. Until he betrayed me and my family, by doing something that scarred us for life." And my hand clasped my open mouth, as Yoongi whispered that he had killed his sister, for utter revenge and to gain money from this selfishness. "The truth was, Y, he loved my sister. He loved her and she rejected him, because she knew he was greedy. Greedy and selfish, as always." He squeezed my hand.

"Me and my family have not been in contact with him for years, but he told me, a year ago, he was sorry. I considered believing him, but I hate him. I can never forgive him. He also mentioned, after we rowed, he had fallen in love again. And I laughed at him; he still had that closeness instinct in him, even after all those years. I think he still cares about me, but I don't about him. Just out of interest, I asked him who it was, who was the poor girl he had fallen for." He was staring straight ahead at the seat in front of him, as I was listening intently. "And he said ; 'Y/N' " The only sound remaining after his voice left the air, was the rain pattering on the windows of the bus.

I shuddered, and then reconsidered his point. "Are you saying it was me? He is in love with me? What if it was someone else? What if-""

I was interrupted by his sigh "He distinctively told me, 'She likes to be called N/N'. Am I right? You prefer to be called N/N?" I had to nod. It's true. But who was this guy? Yoongi read my thoughts.

"If you're wondering what his name is, he is called Kim Jung Cho""

That's when I understood, why the guy he specifically named, always chose me as a partner for Bio. Why he offered to buy me lunch when I left my money at home. But I thought that was just being friendly. Yoongi watched me remembering the favours this guy did, in an attempt to get closer. Jung Cho was nothing like Yoongi. I never liked Jung Cho, romantically. I did consider him as a friend, however. But I love Yoongi. He's my one and only. I watched his expressions, he was worried and upset, about me- he clearly did care for me.

I leaned and kissed him on the cheek. His face twitched, marking it down as a smile. I whispered, "Yoongi, don't you trust me? Do you know you're the best thing in my life?" He knew and acknowledged this, because he whispered back, "I do, and I love you Y/N

, no matter what. I will not let anyone get in the middle of us." And gave me a light kiss on the lips. Just in time too. The bus had arrived at my stop. Just as I was about to go, Yoongi pulled me back up, and asked for my number. I gave it to him, without hassle or hesitance. I needed him, and wanted him. He definitely felt the same.