purity //myg

III

Suddenly,I don't feel all that good and decide to stand up and leave the classroom.

"T-thanks for the compliment." I speak apathetically and walk past him.

I run out of class, feeling my heart beating fast in my chest. I also have a sickness in my stomach that makes me want to throw up.

Having no idea about what's happening to me, I push past all students I find in my way.

I run and run, without having the faintest idea that someone follows behind me. I reach the remote place around the janitor's closet, which is a small building near the football field.

I hide myself behind it and I rest my back on the rugged, concrete wall. I let my body slide down against it as I cover my face with my palms.

So I just start crying non-stop. I cry and cry, constantly feeling the warm liquid streaming down my cheeks as it gets harder for me to breathe.

And I still have no clue about Min Yoongi standing in front of me. Until words escape his mouth.

"Oh no! Is it because of what I said?" he asks me worryingly.

I look up to see him and shake my head 'no'.

"Why are you crying then?"

I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them, then hide my face in as well. I don't answer to his question, instead i cry even more.

"Well, d-do you mind if I...? If I keep you company?"

I shrug but don't know if he saw it. However, I do feel him sitting down on the ground next to me.

He just sits there and waits the whole four minutes that it takes me to calm down and stop crying.

I raise my head once again and use my hands to wipe off the last tears that didn't manage to escape my now puffy and for sure red eyes.

"I c-can't believe you just...you just s-saw me fucking c-crying." I sniff my nose.

Not daring to look at him, i stare at the dirt and grass in front of me. I already feel embarrassed enough that he saw me going weak, I can't imagine what I'd see if I looked into his eyes.

"Oh come on, it's nothing. everybody cries, it's normal."

"I don't like it." I whine. "It's a weakness and I hate being weak."

"It's not a weakness, it's exactly the opposite!"

Forgetting about the line I had earlier put with my mind, I turn and meet with his soft brown, asian eyes.

"The opposite? What do you mean?" I ask him confused.

"Crying it's a sign of strength. People cry not because they're weak but because they've been strong for too long."

His words levitated in the air before falling on me and crashing me. I swear, it fucking hit me like a truck, what he just said was wise and literally food for thought.

"But I don't even know why I just cried! I felt a sickness and next thing I knew my eyes wouldn't stop drowning." I keep on complaining.

He lets out a small laugh, maybe because of the word I used to describe my watery eyes? I guess.

"Maybe you had been holding many things inside you. I don't know, worries, insecurities and stuff like that."

He shifted in his position so he could look better in my eyes. And I just stood there, lost in his.

It was the first time I ever paid attention to his eyes. Their color might not be something unique but their shape is something intriguing since with every single move of his mouth, it changes into a curl and it's like his eyes are smiling.

"Had you?"

I take some time to think about it and I reach the conclusion that yes, as a matter of fact I did, I had been holding things inside me; my breakup with Hanseol that as much as I hate to admit it, it hurt me, the math test that I would fail plus the constant fighting with my mother.

I nod slowly.

"Do you want to tell me?"

I shake my head 'no' and stand up. I dust the dirt off of my pants.

"Maybe another time." I tell him as he stands up too. "I should get going back to class."

I awkwardly put my hands in the back pockets of my jeans, not having anything else to do with them.

"Sure." he waves. "I guess, I-Ill see you around."

Then he turns his back to me and makes his way back to where he should be at the moment.

Unlike him, I grab my things and go home. This conversation I had with him...

It was weird since i've never talked to him about anything but it made me feel better.

Thus...there was a way in how and what he spoke to me that made me feel...

Secure.