I sat down on Yoongis thin thighs, trying to be careful with my not that skinny body.
My hair was probably in Yoongis sight so I pushed it to the sight, lying over my shoulder and concentrated to breath calmly.
'Let's just hope Yoongi couldn't hear my heart beating faster than it probably did ever before.'
,,Do you sit comfortable?"
he asked as he placed his hands on my waist and leaned his head down on my other shoulder.
His eyes glimpsing over to me and I tried to look back at him.
My voice was nervousily shaking when I uttered
"S-Sure."
Yoongi smiled, cause he noticed my nervousness and I knew.
It seriously was such a strange situation to sit on a boy's lab, especially on Yoongi's.
The boy who never really paid any attention to me but suddenly showed me more affection than anyone did before.
His hands were cold once he placed them on mine which were already placed on the keys.
He didn't seem to be that calmed either, his hands at first a bit shaky and I heard him gasping.
I guess he didn't really expereince yet to have someone, especially a girl, sitting on his lab.
,,So just relax."
He mumbled in his deep voice. His Voice while he whispered like this was even deeper and gave me goosebumps.
He conducted my hands and I felt his heart beating against his chest.
It was just as fast as mine.
And it was probably this, his heart beat, what clamed me down and made me smile.
My sight seemed so clear and colourful, as our hands touched and pushed together the keys down.
His head still resting on my shoulder and his lungs were absorbing air in his chest.
I could feel him breathing against my back and neck.
I could inhale his smell.
I never wanted this to end, it felt so strange yet comfortable.
I felt like I arrived at the right place.
At Yoongi's side.
My grey was about to dissapear almost completly and all that was left was a blue world which slowly got even more colourful.
The once blue puddle was no about to colour my whole world.
I went to bed to dream about him.
I woke up to see him.
I ate to stay healthy to not miss one day in school where I could see him.
I breathed to stay alive for him.
I lived for him.
Him as a whole human being.
His existence was my lifesource.
And it had been my lifesource all those years where I tried to do what society wanted me to do, but felt uncomfortable.
Cause I was lying to myself.
But now I was telling the truth to myself, when I admited how much I actually enjoyed it to be around him.
Us playing the piano basically together made me happier than any of the memories I collected in the past years with the fake people.
I never wanted him to let go of me.
But every hello comes with a goodbye.
He slowly let go of my hands and I knew it was over.
I was about to prepare myself to stand up when I felt his hand abruptly wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him and his head still resting on my shoulder.
A back hug.
Such an Clichée
but I was a sucker for romantic clichés.
He sighed and I could still feel something pounding in his chest, but I couldn't think straight.
Everything around us was unneccessary and I became numb to my surroundings.
All I could hear was my heart thumbing like crazy and his mouth breathing air in and out.
'Say something'
Silence and we both remained like this.
Maybe two minutes passed, maybe eight but all I know is that Yoongi wasn't himself anymore.
Was he about to open up to me and I was actually about to decipher him, the enigma?
