Trouble

Official

"You're okay," I hear before someone slams into me. I almost topple to the floor were it not for the steadying hand of Tae on the small of my back. He moves away almost as soon as he has stabilized me. I smile at him through the hug as he walks inside. I notice Yoongi, standing near the door, looking at Tae and then looking at me. He noticed that something had happened.

"Why did you leave without saying anything?" My dad releases me from the hug and looks at me with a huge smile on his face. I think back on the incident and swallow nervously. "Father..." I manage to say before a tear slips free from my eye.

Why was I crying?

"Eun In," He asks in a questioning voice, but I know he was only trying to comfort me. I feel my shoulders begin to shake and I crumple, sitting down on the floor outside of the house, just to cover my face. My dad had taken a step back, and I notice the polished, black dress shoes come into view. My dad's feet turn, begin to walk slowly back toward the house, and he silently closes the door. I look up from where I am sitting and lock eyes with Yoongi.

"You look really ugly crying, here." He extends a handkerchief. I take it from him and crumble the smooth fabric in a fist. Who carries a handkerchief these days? I managed to wonder this, despite the situation.

"What happened?" He asks gently, bending down and mimicking my position. I look away from him, even though all I wanted to do in that moment was hug him. To hold back that overwhelming feeling was a feat in itself.

"All of your fangirls were bullying me," I said, beginning to cry once again as I recollected the situation. I would normally never cry under this circumstance, however, period...

I also realized then, that my symptoms for the lady disease were showing themselves after my period had already begun. This was so embarrassing. I felt sticky as the tears began to dry in the cold, dry air.

"Why?" He asks, his eyebrows down turning as he looks at me worriedly.

"I got my period and, it stained," I press my palms against my eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing, and also from the embarrassment of saying those words out loud. When I don't get a reaction I move the palms away and look at Yoongi. His cheeks were red and he looked like he was trying to think of a good response to that.

"Are you okay?" He asks finally. I roll my eyes and try to show him that I was very much not okay, with all the crying and such.

"Obviously, you're not." He stutters, looking around the front porch as if the trees were going to magically whisper a good enough response.

"I hate when girls treat me like that. It makes me feel guilty for liking somebody." I say, beginning to get up. He does so quickly and extends an arm to help me. The sad thing was that he hadn't even seen me in a skirt, and I had actually dressed up for him. It would have been nice if he had actually complimented me. Why was I having such girly thoughts?

"Hey," He says defensively as if talking to the fangirls and not me.

"You don't need to feel guilty because of those girls. I like you, you like me, and that's just how it is. I could have liked any girl, but I don't. I like you, and honestly, that's the only thing that's important. Next time when this happens, I will make sure that I am next to you," He says, holding onto the hand I had given to him. He stroked the back of it with his thumb and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"But I will still feel bad," I said, looking at the circles he was drawing on my hand. How was he not able to show this side of his when it was so real? It now seemed more real than the cold demeanor he showed to everyone.

"And so will I... that you will have to go through with it, but at least we can go through it together." He says, coming closer, and now running his other thumb over the fresh tears. His thumb was soft against my skin, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Together?" I repeated, feeling an unreasonable bubble of joy rising towards my chest.

"I really didn't like that you weren't there near me when my performance ended, you know?" He said, still standing close to me, and his breath warming me. I looked away from his face, and at his white shirt, which looked ruffled.

"I'd come to see you-" I started to explain that I had wanted to run to him, and hug him, for rapping and playing the piano so well. And he had performed his new song at that, the song that had meant a lot to him. If only it weren't for those fangirls. He interrupted me and said, "- I know...And I know I shouldn't be jealous of Taehyung, but he was the one taking care of you when I should have been," He looks away in disgust.

I stifle a laugh: he was jealous? This was too precious.

"Next time," I sigh deeply and begin to remove my hand from his.

"I can't handle other guys taking care of you..." He says again, pulling my hand toward him again.

I don't say anything, knowing that he was debating with himself over something. I let him get his thoughts in order and he began to talk again, "Be my girlfriend?" He asks simply.

My eyes widen and I swallow, but I swallow my saliva using my wind pipe instead of my esophagus which makes me begin to cough vigorously. He laughs dryly, then begins to tap my back as I bend over, realizing that it was pretty serious.

"Don't say such things, it doesn't suit you," I hold my throat and say. Again, tears are running down my face and I feel like I have shaken hands with death itself.

"Is that a yes?" He asks, taking his hands off my back as I begin to straighten myself.

"Yes," I say, biting my lip.

"What do you mean, no? I really like you-" He stops mid-rant and looks at me. "Yes?" He repeats, his face clouding with confusion. I let out a small laugh and shake my head at his stupidity.

"Oh," He pauses, for some reason thanks me and walks into the house. I stand outside, smiling like a bloody fool at how shy he had suddenly become. Idiot.