A very important thing about Yoongi was that he wasn't weird, or autistic neither was he shy.
He was picky.
How I know?
I experienced it.
My apetite really got back, maybe I was finally done with puberty and so I didn't really eat much on the day I got to know him once again a bit better.
I was just biting in a cherry, even though I couldn't really stand them.
I was puzzled and it seemed like he just loved puzzling.
His dark, almost black eyes looking at me and I felt like he was judging me.
I hold back my urge to grimace, therefore the sour cherries but Yoongi apperantly noticed more as I thought.
"Why would you eat something you don't like?"
he mumbled, as he stood still.
I had no idea what to say, I didn't want to get judged, but on the other hand I should be myself, right?
"I want to have cherry lips."
I think he smiled, cause his eyes narrowed like they do when someone smiles.
Yoongi coughed before he put down his mouth mask, for the first time infront of me.
Revaling his beautiful so soft looking lips.
His pale skin and his lips, looking so darn beautiful, in this pink-ish but still pale tone.
His face just became more stunning, like how could he manage to look so hansome?
For someone in his puberty he had a pretty clean skin and compared to some otheres he had skin just as pale as snow.
Not to mention my skin looked like it didn't ever see the sun either.
I was the palest person in my family and ususally there was no one being more pale than me.
Being pale was my aestetic.
And Yoongi was pale, like snow.
Not the sick pale.
The aestetic snow white pale.
And since he stood across me I was just curious if he was just as pale as me.
Weird question to ask yourself?
Well that's my mind.
Yoongi came closer to the table, where I was sitting and sat down across me.
He eyed me for a bit and I raised my eyebrow asking:
"What?"
He shrugged before his slender fingers took his chopsticks.
"I was just suprised to see someone as pale as me."
I almost choked on the air in disbelief.
Did the same thoughts just cross our minds?
"Why do you bother to talk to me?"
Yoongi suddenly asked, earning nothing but confusion from me.
Who with a good sight wouldn't bother to talk to him?
I mean he was a decent guy and apart from the life he lived here at school I bet he lived one outside, with a girlfriend who actually gets to him and knows his mind like her wallet.
I took a deep breath, just wasting extra time.
I was thinking.
"I could ask you the same back."
He will think I'm kinda sassy, won't he?
Will he hate me now?
Wait why would I care?
It's just Min Yoongi.
No wait.
Min Yoongi, the name that secretly set something free in me and I couldn't tell what it was but maybe I was just a sucker for his breathtaking looks.
Yoongi blinked a bit confused before he took a sip of his coke and responded with those magic words.
"Cause you seem to have an intersting mind of yours. I prefer to talk to people whose mind isn't just blinded by society."
He took a bite of his food.
I felt suddenly my cheeks heat up and my heart started to pound so bad, it almost hurt.
I was interesting to him?
I glimpsed once again at him and just caught him how he obsereved me. My eyes meet directly his.
Gosh his handsomeness would probably bring me in my grave one day.
And well, maybe I wasn't that wrong.
