Unsung Melodies | ♡ Completed ♡

Chapter Twenty Three

I heard something scratching my door. I was having a good night’s sleep on Saturday morning and who was disturbing me at 8 o’ clock?

I rubbed my eyes and I saw weird magical patterns flying inside my eyelids.

“Woof! Woof!”

People didn’t say woof woof. This must be a lost puppy.

I adjusted my clothes a bit as I was in makeshift pyjamas. Well, it was just an oversized old t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I really wasn’t the type to bother about nightwear.

I thought that I might as well take care of the puppy and wash up later. May be the puppy needed a bath too.

“Woof wooooof!!!”

What an impatient puppy.

“I am coming Mr. Woof Woof. Hang in there... No- I mean stop scratching and stay still.”

I unbolted the door and at the sight I saw, I wished the earth swallowed me up then and there itself.

“Good Morning Miss Andrews. Do you call puppies Mister too? How about Master Yoongi for me then?”

I was greeted by a grinning Min Yoongi who of course was dressed up well and holding a puppy in his hands.

“Dammit!!! Get out!” I yelled and closed the door.

The amount of audacity Yoongi had was unfathomable.

“But I am already out, I am still standing in the porch.”

Yoongi had his puppy eyes.

One of the perks of not having a peephole was that I had to part the curtain of the window to see him.

So yeah, I could see his puppy eyes well enough. - More than enough.

Yoongi’s puppy eyes were more intimidating than the real puppy eyes!

“I thought I should come over to study,” yelled Yoongi and turned around to show his huge backpack.

Did he come here for camping?

“FINE. I need to get ready. So come after one hour.”

“But you look good. I have never seen you wearing shorts. So you are dressed well already!”

His eyes trailed down my body.

“Leave the hell alone for one freaking hourrrrr!”

I was actually performing a devil dance, throwing my hands in air and stomping my feet.

“But ....” Yoongi started to say and I adjusted the curtain again.

NO, YOU WAIT OUTSIDE YOONGI!

I WON'T LISTEN TO YOU.

Normal people rang bells when they come as guests to a house. They didn’t bring puppies and let them scratch the doors!

Min Yoongi was really mad. That was my observation.

I quickly ran a bath and dug into my closet to find a decent outfit. There was nothing decent; none actually visited me at home. As I put on my clothes, I thought that I needed my jacket also.

But where the hell was it?

“Woof woof!!”

“I am tying my hair! Gimme a sec Mr. Woofy!!!”