Unsung Melodies | ♡ Completed ♡

Chapter Twenty Nine

“Wake up honey, I don’t think sleeping like that is good for you.”

Min Yoongi was standing upside down in my dizzy eyes. Then only I realised that only my torso and legs had been on the bed and my head was dangling down the bed.

The upside down Yoongi had two mugs in his hands.

“Wake up, I made something for you.”

I rubbed my eyes and got my senses back. Did anything happen yesterday? I guess not.

“Don’t worry. Nothing happened. Here, drink this.”

He kept a mug which had a kumamon on it.

Great. Couple mugs. What an excellent idea.

“From where did you get the mug oppa? It looks so nice... thank you so much.”

“It was hectic to get the mugs designed but, it didn’t really matter to me. You are welcome.”

“Yoongi, you don’t have to do these things to please me... I am not that type who expects a lot. I just want to love and be loved until I die and even after that.”

“You are just so like the books you read. Come on, let’s go out. It’s already late for me to attend Church today.”

“You become what you read, your trials define you.”

“Okay okay Miss Nerd. Are you free today?”

“Yes, we completed homework yesterday so...”

“Good. You are coming with me to Daegu.”

I sipped the hot chocolate Yoongi had given me.

About one thing I was so sure. Yoongi was better than me at cooking.

“Okay, let me get ready then... Go out.”I pushed him out of the room.

“Is it just me or aren’t you resisting me anymore?”

“It is just you.”

“You aren’t being salty. Why? Did my ill-planned date qualify me to be your boyfriend?”

“No, it is just that ... nahhh ... nothing.”

“Okay. Whatever you say princess.” Yoongi smirked.

It was just that I needed to know about Yoongi more before I actually started to fall for him.
There was an age old proverb saying; “Think before you leap.”

Yet my heart was not the one to listen to and follow the model behaviour that the philosophers preached. I just had an instinct that I was falling for him day by day.

I washed up and wore a black tee and wore another black and yellow checked long sleeved shirt over that. The dark blue denims that I had, were now light blue, but who cared? There were lot of people who actually did not have even this much.

I checked myself in the mirror. I still looked like Chip Cookie due to my overreacting hormones and pimple patches. My hair was jet black, but light and soft, less voluminous. I combed my hair and set my hair band. I put on a simple side bag and wore the wrist watch on my left hand and stuck my feet in the pair of converse.

I locked the door and joined Yoongi who was standing on the pavement with his bag and Holly in in his arms. For a boy who was roughly 17cm taller than me, Min Yoongi really had the air of a prospective idol. His leather biker jacket and the clothes did not show that he was poverty stricken like me, yet something about him was wrong.

I was on my way to find out.

We boarded a bus and let the bus take us to Daegu. I was watching outside when Yoongi gave me his phone.

“Krissy, snap a selca will you?”

“My hand shivers. I cannot snap a proper one without a 5 seconds timer.”

“You mean that I have to keep the silly pose for 5 seconds? Aiiish.. this girl..”

He took the phone and asked me to pose.

I just pulled off the classic peace sign which was always an efficient way to cover up some of the patches. Holly posed better than me.

“Dial your number.” Yoongi kept the phone on my lap.

“What for?”

“To send the picture, isn’t that obvious?” Yoongi was sarcastic.

“I dialled the numbers and saved my name as ‘KrisD.’”

“What in the world is a KrisD?”

“It sounds intimidating. KrisD. Anyway, those letters are from my name.”

“That is just so stupid.” Yoongi said so and started to edit the name and saved it as “Kumamon.”

“Now see who’s the one that doesn’t make sense at all,” I accused.

“I like kumamon. Just wait until you get home. For an explanation; your hair is black, you have ebony eyes, your cheeks get a deep shade of red when you blush. You have a cute nose and, your ears are just like kumamon’s and you are so soft like kumamon. We don’t have black kumamon girls in the world. So I’d settle for a brown one.”

“For a senior high schooler, you are extremely cheesy.”

“Why, shouldn’t I be so?”

He searched my eyes for an answer. I really liked this Min Yoongi who was so warm to me.

“Aniyo... be like that. I don’t mind.”

He smiled and poked my cheek. 

At that moment, I felt that I had found the right person - that I have found my forever.

“You are falling for me, aren’t you?”

I said nothing but smiled.

He loved me.

But was I actually in love with him?