At that place~

#29 Secrets

Y/n POV
    
     
-- In Music Class --
    
    
I sat on my usual seat and Yoongi wasn't present today. It was kinda weird.... What's going on?...

I kept staring at the blackboard at the front where next to it the teacher was standing....

I saw Jungkook last night coming in late.... After 11pm... Where could have he been? He didn't even eat dinner. He just refused and fell asleep.... He looked quite happy... He used to tell me what he has been doing every day in the past but now... He just says "Goodnight" and sleeps. At the fact that he doesn't put the pillows in the middle didn't change, so the fact that he's always on me hasn't changed. But recently, he wakes up earlier and sometimes leaves without telling me... Well he doesn't have to tell me... I'm not his girlfriend or something... Wait what? Why should I even think about a girlfriend now? What-

Suddenly something banged my desk. I jumped a little and looked around.

Me: "W-What?"

I slowly gazed up , the teacher was holding his text book like a tube. He probably banged my desk with that.

Teacher: "Outside! Now!"

I got a little scared because he could get me in some deep trouble by telling Mr. Brown about this... And it was my 3rd time that I space out...thinking about.....him.
     
I stood up , bowed apologizing , and walked outside looking down.

There was this particular girl staring at me.... I saw her before but I closed the door behind....
     
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I was tired of waiting here outside of the classroom. Not noticing, I started walking through the corridors.

At some point, a classroom took my attention. I gazed at my right to see this somehow familiar door. I slowly reached the doorhandle and pulled it down.... The room was the same as last time. And came here right at the same hour as the first time... The time I fist met Yoongi.

I walked across the room, it looked like a flashback. The sun was shining through the window, watching a peck of dust fly until it wasn't visible anymore, the white piano was covered in a sheet of dust. When I looked carefully the room, there weren't desks anymore, it was empty.

I pressed down a note. It echoed around the whole area. And I pressed another one.... The more I played, the more I thought of Yoongi...

Where are they?... What's going on?....

The corner of my lips started to go down, my eyes started to get a little blurry, I turn my hand into a fist but relaxed it , feeling that I'm useless. Why? I can't solve anything. Jungkook , out all day that now I rarely see him. And Yoongi...

A drop of water fell on the corner of the white piano from where I was standing. I look at it , confused, and wiped under my eye with my index finger. Tears?

??: "HEY!" a man shouted so loudly which made me jump and scared me to hell. It sounded like it wasn't it's normal voice... Like , he or she deepened it's voice.

I stood there straight in silence for a second.

Me: "Uh - uh.... I- I-"

Oh shit! I hope it's not a staff or my class teacher...

The person started moving towards me. Its steps were fast, I clutched my eyes and gulped hard....

..Maybe its Yoongi?

I light of hope shined in my eyes. The person's hand leaned on my shoulder, and it felt cold over my white shirt. But the image of Yoongi broke in my mind, it wasn't his hands.