Try-Hard, Sin Harder

28. Min Yoongi

I said nothing as he pulled a chair up next to my bed, and sat down on it.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he laced his fingers together. From under my blankets, I lifted my gaze to his. Violet shadows coloured beneath his eyes; he hadn't had a decent amount of sleep in a while. His white shirt was wrinkled, his blonde hair strewn like he had just hauled himself out of bed. But if he was lying down somewhere, why wasn't he sleeping? He was obviously exhausted.

He was doing the same thing I was.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" he asked quietly. I didn't answer, my voice was caught in my throat again. "It was at the café up the road. Jungkook had convinced me to take him out for coffee, but our usual waitress had to go home early. So, you filled in for her." He drew an uneasy breath. "The moment I saw you standing in front of us, my heart stumbled in a way it never had before. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever known.

"As the weeks stretched on, I felt more and more compelled to visit the café," he continued. "If not for your coffee, then simply to see you. The way you swayed slightly while you walked, like you were dancing around the tables. Or how no matter how poorly a customer had treated you, you still served them as you would any other. Your kindness astounded me. It still does."

A moment of silence.

"When you came over to my apartment, I wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in my arms underneath the blankets. I wanted to just lay down and hold you forever, to simply feel you next to me." He shuddered, and ran his fingers through his hair. "It was then I made the decision to show you my music studio. I wanted you to be the first person I let in. But when you sat down on the piano bench, you took me completely by surprise. That song you played for me, it was a part of you. So much so, that you started crying."

I shifted as he paused. The memories were there, only they were too hazy and vague for me to depict. It made me slightly sad.

"In all honesty, after everything you've been through, I think you're the strongest person I know. And to bear all of that with a smile on your face," he smiled softly. "you were amazing." Then his smile faded, and a saddened look appeared in his dark eyes. "All of this was beyond my control. There was nothing I could do to prevent you from feeling any more pain. Hell, I couldn't even help you cope with all of it. But I tried. Keira, I'm trying to understand. Out of all the people I know and care about, you are the only one who I have gone out of my way for. And for the longest time, I never understood why. But, now I think I do."

Another shaky breath, but his smile returned. "The moment I first laid eyes on you, all of those stupid love songs I'd heard on the radio suddenly made sense. In an instant, I fell for you. But I was scared. I was scared that all of this was a dream, and that I would soon wake up back into the hellish reality I had known." He reached down and stroked my cheek with his knuckle. "It isn't important if all of this is a dream or our reality. What is important, is that I have you by my side. So please, don't leave."

My breath caught in my chest at his next words.

"You've got the best of me."

And he left.

The door clicked shut behind him. I didn't move. I stared at the chair in which he sat in only moments ago. It took me a while to process what he had just told me. I felt ashamed that I had blocked out all of my memories, and winced at how my heart ached to relive them. They would come back eventually, I knew they would. Despite the setback, there were two things about this man that I knew for certain.

The man loved me.

And his name was Min Yoongi.