Thirty minutes later, there was a loud knocking on my door. I hurried and opened it. It was Yoongi.
He quickly pushed his way inside and closed the door, and then enveloped me in a hug.
"I'm sorry I cry so much when I'm with you." I whisper to him as tears start to form again.
"Don't worry about it." He whispers back. He hugs me for a long time, and it is very comforting.
We sit down on my couch, and Mitzy sniffs Yoongi eagerly.
"This is Mitzy." I say.
Yoongi petted her head, and she sniffed his hand. He turned to me, and I felt him take hold of my hand, gently. He doesn't say anything, just lets me lay my head on his shoulder.
I had never had anyone to comfort me before, except Sally, and sometimes my dad. This was different though. This was a boy, who liked me, who came to see me at 3 in the morning, knowing that he could very well get caught.
"Thank you, Yoongi." I whisper to him, finally feeling calm.
I feel him kiss the top of my head ever so gently.
"Can I tell you some things?" I whisper.
"Of course." He says.
"I just really hope that... that you won't think I'm messed up or hate me or something after I tell you..."
"I won't hate you. I won't think you're messed up. Trust me."
So I trusted him. I told him about my mom, how she died in a car crash, how I had survived it, how I felt so guilty for living. I told him about my panic attacks that I got, I told him that I moved here, I told him about my dad and the military and how he had another six months of duty. I told him that I lived alone and that I missed my parents and I felt lonely all the time.
And he listened. He let me talk, he let me cry. And when I was done, he cradled me in his arms.
It was silent for a while. But it wasn't uncomfortable.
"I don't hate you." He says. "I don't think any different of you now."
I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug. He hugged me back.
"Thank you..." I whisper to him. "Y-you didn't have to come here."
"Yes I did." He whispers back.
"You're going to get in trouble." I whisper again, but I hold on to him tightly.
"I'll be fine."
I leaned back from his hug.
"I know that saying, 'I'm sorry' doesn't make you feel much better, but... I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were holding all of this in. I knew there was something, but... God, I'm sorry."
I shake my head. "You don't need to be sorry, you didn't do anything." I guess I was repeating what my dad had said to me, in a certain way.
"I want to... I don't know what I want. But what I know is that if I could... I would take some of that weight off of your shoulders. I would make sure you would never cry again." Yoongi sounded frustrated with himself.
"Please don't tell anyone...". And he nods.
I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers together. I felt myself blush slightly as Yoongi looked at me, somewhat surprised.
I debated on whether or not I should pull my hand away, but Yoongi squeezed it softly, so I didn't.
I think there was a lot that he wanted to say. I know that there was a lot that I wanted to say too, but we didn't. We sat, and we held hands.
Yoongi stayed with me for about two more hours. We both knew he would definitely get in trouble if he get back to the dorms soon, so he stood up to leave.
I walked him to my door. I didn't want him to leave.
"If I could, I would stay longer." He tells me. I nod.
We were still holding hands. I didn't want to let go.
But I knew that he couldn't stay. I knew we were probably going to be in huge trouble. So I let go.
To my surprise, Yoongi pulled me closer to him. "I'll see you in a few hours." He whispers, and then kisses me. And there was that tingling sensation again. His lips moved softly with mine, and I squeezed his hand gently. He squeezed mine back, and kissed me for a few more moments, before pulling away.
His pale face had a slight pink tinge to it as he slowly let go of my hand. I really liked kissing Yoongi.
"So... I'll see you soon then." and he quickly opened the door and ran to his car.
I grinned as he sped off, knowing that he was embarrassed. I closed the door and slid down it. I hugged my knees to my chest, closed my eyes, and thought about Yoongi and his gentle kiss and his kind words.
I fell asleep right there.
*****
"I'm so sorry I'm late!" I rush into the meeting room, where most of the staff were gathered, talking amongst themselves. "I had a tough night, please forgive me!" I bow as low as I can to Mrs. Park.
"It's alright, Annabelle. Just try not to make it a habit, okay?" She asks, and I nod vigorously.
"Now then, let's go watch that video."
The video was extremely boring. I was the only one that had to watch it, so I was by myself. And this video was almost two hours long.
When I was finally done, I was asked to help get stuff ready for the tour. I helped check the boy's clothes for rips or holes, and if I found one, I was taught how to mend them. Jun Ho and Mi Sun told me that it would most likely be chaotic while the boys were performing, with everyone running and fixing everything, so I would have to be on my feet all the time.
I counted how many packages of water bottles we had, packed disposable dishes, and helped pack them into this big van that we were taking.
By the time it was time to go home, my arms felt like jelly, they were so sore. I told everyone goodbye, and walked towards my car.
Before I got outside, Yoongi stopped me. I grin when I see him.
"Hello, Mr. Yoongi." I bow slightly to him.
"Hey." He answers. He looks around, checks to see if anyone was around, then gave me a hug.
"How are you feeling?" He whispers in my ear, before pulling away.
"I'm okay. I'm exhausted though. Did you get home alright last night?" I say the last sentence quietly.
He nods. "I got back about an hour before everyone woke up, so it was fine."
I let out a sigh of relief. "That's good."
"Here." He says, and he hands me something, candy. My favorite candy.
"How did you know this was my favorite?"
"I just guessed, I guess." But I think that somehow, he knew.
"Thank you." I hug him again quickly, then pull away.
"I'm gonna go home now. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay." He nods, and I walk out to my car, then drive home.
When I get home, I take a hot bath that helped to soothe my muscles. And then I packed, because we were leaving for tour the day after tomorrow.
