purity //myg

XVIII

"Yoongi, please, can we talk?" I pleaded him at lunch.

We had a table for just us, as senior students had a different lunch break than freshmen. We were sitting across each other, slowly eating our unexpected well- cooked, school's cafeteria's kimchi.

Just like I knew it would happen, Yoongi did not answer my question and even avoided eye contact with me as he picked at his food.

"Yoongi, please! You've been giving me the silent treatment for days now! For how long is this gonna go on?" I whined.

He set his chopsticks down and gave me a imdonesithyourshit kind of glare. He opened his mouth to - oh my! Talk! But eventually he regretted it.

"Oh come on! Don't you wanna solve this out?" I protested but it didn't make any difference except for him picking up his chopsticks again and shoving one bite in his mouth.

"Okay, fine! If you don't wanna talk, I'll do the talking!" I stated abruptly.

I took my untouched chopsticks in my hands and stuck them in my food. Don't know what that was for, I just did it.

"I get it that you're mad and I can see why. I truly acted like a brat and didn't appreciate your concern which, by the way, I didn't understand until you explained me. It's very sweet of you to worry about me and my reputation and I should appreciate that more, I know and I'm sorry. Honestly. Soeyeon won't talk to me and I'm afraid things won't get better with us. I'm sad, okay? I messed up big time and I wish I could turn back time to fix it all but I can't, unfortunately! I'm sorry Yoongi, I truly am. For everything I did these past days, I'm sorry for. I am losing my best friend, if I haven't lost her already, and I can't lose you too. Forgive me, please?" I ranted.

'Woah, look at me, that must be the biggest and most honest fucking apology I've ever made in my life.'

I stared at his eyes, hoping to see any kind of expression in them since they say eyes always show the truth and I had to give them a chance as Yoongi had his ultimate poker face on.

I was ready to drop my mouth surprised at him showing no emotion but then exactly, he sighed while shaking his head.

"I forgive you, Arianna. It's fine. As for me caring about you, I can't help it. You're my friend and I love you." He smiled and I smiled back a little.

'Great, I just fucking got friendzoned.'

What I didn't know then was that he meant that he loved me, just in another, not friendly way.

"As for Soeyeon, you two have been friend for years, I'm sure you will be as you were soon. Just give her time, she feels heartbroken and betrayed. Try to understand her."

It was my turn to sigh. I bent my head down, starring at my chopsticks-injured food. I propped my elbow on the table and used my hand to support my head.

"I really don't deserve any friends or people caring about me..." I mumbled. "Especially someone like you, Yoongi."

"Hey, hey, hey." He whispered.

I felt his hand on mine and I looked up to lock eyes with his breathtakingly beautiful brown ones. He had a pair of simple brown eyes, however I found myself lost in them every time.

"Don't be foolish. We all need a friend and someone to care for us." He smiled with his cute gummy smile of his that melted my heart for the millionth time. "You can always count on me."

I felt my heart skip a beat and I held my breath. How much better I was after that, if only he knew! I loved everything about him, he was something else for sure.

Almost unique. Almost perfect, though he had once told me that there is no such thing as a perfect human being, though there is a 'perfect' god.

"Thank you, Yoongi." I smiled, more brightly this time. "I love you too."

And the truth is, I did love him. With all kinds of love.

♛ ♛ ♛

I walked with Arianna to our next class, her singing happily as she held my arm.

"I'm in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do, although my heart is falling too I'm in love with your boooody~" she was hopping around like a five year old child.

"Seriously, haven't you got sick of that song? It's been so long!" I laughed at her childishness.

She stopped dead on her tracks and released my arm from her grip. She moved away and brought her hands on her heart as she gasped.

"Excuse you?!?" She acted offended. "THAT song is my jam!"

I shook my head chuckling. I tried to lock arms with her once again but she pushed me away and walked ahead of me, acting all mad and so.

I quickly run to her and captured her in my arms from behind.

"YAH!" She screamed. "You attacking from behind, bitch?" She laughed.

'I knew she wasn't mad, she's just playing.'

I held her down as I bear-hugged, my hands traveling to her neck and tickling her.

"HAH YOONGS PLE- AHAHA, P-PLEASE YAHAHA, STooooooop!" She tried to speak but her laughter would interrupt her constantly.

Students looked at us as they passed by and smiled or laughed. I guess we either looked cute or hilarious. Either way we didn't care.

"Aaaaah! Yoooooongs!" She groaned while laughing. "Please stop, I-I...can't...breathe.."

"Fine." I stated and let her go.

She fell to the ground as I was previously holding her bent down. She spread her legs and hands everywhere and took deep and long breaths.

"Oh my God." She breathed out as she held her stomach.

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped to the ground when I heard her. She didn't notice what she had said because she sat up and looked at me.

"What?" She asked when she saw my expression.

"You said 'oh my God'!" I pointed at her, a smile forming on my face.

"I did?" She scratched her head as if trying to remember. "Guess I got confused."

She held out her hand and I took it, pulling her up and helping her stand on her feet. She dusted off and I picked up her backpack.

"Let's go, we'll be late to class."