He had breakfast at 1pm and I sat across him, just watching how he gulped the food down.
It was still sort of beautiful, but I guess I'm just weird.
And when he was done eating he pulled out his phone.
His friends were comming over and maybe if they would have arrived later, they would have caught us doing something that was way too indecent for almost 16-year-olds.
But I still didn't manage to ask him.
'Yoongi do you really meant it?'
Why was it so difficult to pronounce those words?
Was I just scared?
Maybe I was just so scared to hear what he had to say, cause it would hurt me and I loved him so much.
I truely cared about him, however, this would soon be past.
How long would I still love him that much?
At that Saturday I was sure, there was nothing I did wrong.
For a few hours I felt good, I felt like there was everything solved.
Just Yoongi.
I had to tell him and I had to know.
He was the last thing holding onto me.
I wasn't empty yet, cause all those feelings were filling me.
Maybe that was why I was scared.
I was scared to build up unecessary feelings that would destroy me and my soul.
Rejection would be the beginning of a bone crushing future, which I wasn't prepared for.
And the day passed.
I watched him having fun.
He was rapping, battling himself with his friends.
I never wanted him to stop.
I cheered for him till there was just us left.
We both sat next to each other on the messy floor of his room, our backs leaned against the wall.
And his hair still smelled like the smoke, from the cigarettes we were smoking yesterday.
My lungs were still hurting, internally burning, so was my throat.
but my heart was worse.
It was bumping and I thought it was that worse that it could break my ribs and jump out of my chest. It was at that point when I felt like talking non-stop.
"Yoongi, stay silent for a while."
He raised his eyebrows as I quickly leaned over to him, sitting on his legs, and facing him.
My heart was going mad, and my mind was spinning when I came closer, sitting on his lap.
"Listen here."
His face between my hands.
"I know, that you often feel like the worst human being. I know you feel like hiding and sleeping the whole day sometimes. But guess what I know as well? I know how talanted you are, and I want that you never give up and dream. There's nothing you need to be scared of, no matter what happens, keep chasing your dreams and make me proud, cause I love seeing you happy like you were today."
He suddenly looked like he froze just starring into my eyes.
"And No matter who is leaving you, don't worry, you will do well on your own. Time is flowing, things change and sometimes you need to earse things, cause it hurts less than blaming someone."
I smiled.
"I love you Min Yoongi."
I left my mark.
His eyes wandered down to my lips and he slung his arms around my waist, approached me and let our lips crash together.
And without thinking I kissed him back, passionately, letting it out.
All the feelings which were stored up, inside of me.
It was just like back then, when I was sitting on his lap to play the piano with him.
I could still taste the last bit of alcohol on Yoongis lips, making me drunk on his love.
I tasted bitter and painful, at the same time so right and satisfying.
I was drunk
I was high
I was blue
But it would never repair me.
There was a real life sitting in my neck trying to break it.
And there was him, holding me tight and whispering in my ear how much he loves me.
Regardeless, he let me go home again, with this mixtape of him in my hand, another kiss, and another and another on my lips and hickeys on my neck.
He made his marks on me visible.
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A/N: thats ramdom but I VISITED VERONA, aka the place where Romeo and Juliette lived/their story takes place iT WAS VERY PRETTY THO
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