Our Love Story ❤

Chapter 8: Song & Dance

EUNHA POV: 

Kookie oppa and I are talking about our songs and what we will do them. Mr. Yoongi came in and told us that we can do whatever we want for today since he wasn't feeling very well. Kookie oppa and I went back to talking. 

"Eunha can you come here for a second." Mr. Yoongi said. I was shocked but I got up and walked over him. Everyone's eyes were on me. I felt so nervous. 

"Yes, Mr. Yoongi." 

"Is it ok if you do another song?? I know that you already wrote one, and your gonna perform one with SinB and your friends. But can you please do another song?? I loved the one you wrote." 

"Ok, sure. When does the song have to be due??" 

"Before the concert. So in 2 days." 

"Oh ok, I could probably finish it by today." 

"Thank you very much Eunha." 

"You're very welcome Mr. Yoongi." 

"You can now go back to your desk." 

"Ok, thank you." I walked back to my desk and started to think about what the song was going to be about. 

"Need any help??" Kookie asked. 

"Thank you oppa. But I think I know what to write the song." 

"Ok, Just checking." he giggled. I did too. 

I know what I'm going to write about. I will write about the same thing but a different song. I will call it Lonely.

(A/N: I will have to change some lyrics so that it makes it about friendship, not a love song.)

"I'm too used to it now. You go all the to the end every time. This is not happiness. This is not friendship. 

Whatever you want to do, I will let you do it because I understand. I'm sure things will turn smooth, as long as I keep quiet.

I don't ask for much, I don't expect much either. 

I'm afraid it'll end. I'm afraid I'll lose you. 

Do I seem easy to you? Do my concerns burden you? 

We must've changed too much. 

Baby, baby lonely, lonely, lonely. Is it over like this? What's wrong with you? Am I the only one who's lonely again? 

Baby, baby lonely, lonely, lonely. Is this friendship? Or have I changed? Are we in a fight? Or do you care?

We used to be close like toast and butter, closer than close then it turned cold. It's silent around us. It's at the peak of being cold. You're angry and yelling at me, waves are hitting the peak. I kneel down again nonchantly, I mean it, but you don't accept the apology. I try to hug you. Things never got better and that day came. And when that day came, my heart dropped. 

I don't ask for much, I don't expect much either. 

I'm afraid it'll end. I'm afraid I'll lose you. 

Do I seem easy to you? Do my concerns burden you? 

We must've changed too much.