My teacher knew how shy Yoongi was, at least she guessed it. She didn't force us to do the kissing scene, so we simply never did it when we practied.
It was our choice if we wanted to do it on the evening when we would perfom
"If you don't practice the kissing scene and then you do it in the show it will be more suprising, don't you think?"
I think she was kind of right.
But I was still curious, if Yoongi would actually have the balls to kiss me again.
When we first tried our costumes I watched myself in the mirror and felt really pretty.
some of my classmates even made me compliments and knowledged my existence after an eternity again.
It felt nice, I felt great, nevertheless, when I looked over to Yoongi I saw how even he got compliments.
I could feel how my heart was almost bumping out of my chest and everything around me became mute when he looked over to me and our eyes met.
I'm addicted to this memory.
I wanted us to stay like this forever, cause it was the first time I was sure that Yoongi didn't just like me as a friend.
I could feel the love he had for me to offer, just by looking into his sparkling eyes and the urge to kiss me, which he was controlling.
I wish I could just go and kiss him.
I was so sick of my attitude. I was sick of my shyness and my so innocent fears. My mind was so damaged and all I could care about where those feelings I had for Yoongi.
For some reason they had become more important to me than anything else.
Maybe I lived the days with less sanity, thanks to him.
And then he smiled at me.
I was ripped at every edge but in his eyes I was a masterpiece.
He was in mine a masterpiece, about to get ripped soon.
The blue colour was slowly taking over my world but I could see that he was losing it.
And then I smiled back at him.
