The Way We Speak Through Music

Chapter 8

Yoongi and I were the last ones to return to the hotel. I took a quick shower and dressed in pyjamas which includes Yoongi's striped t-shirt and black silky shorts. Ever since we arrived in our room the air is different. I can sense how nervous he is as a bit of satoori accent slipped out of his mouth

"Oppa, is everything okay?", I asked and sat on the luxurious bed, waiting for him to join me as I pat on the spot next to me

"Sometimes I can't believe how well you know me", it's because I love you

"Well, we've been friends since childhood, it'd be sad if we didn't know such things about each other"

"True", his look was focused at something in the distance, I'm not sure what's going on inside his head but it seemed like it was something unreachable and the reality of it is hitting in

"You'll feel better if you speak, oppa"

"Honestly... I'm scared", it was obviously written all over his pale face. I looked at his dry lips and slapped myself when he licked his lower lip before speaking. Focus Y/N...

"Come here", he put my head on his chest and plopped on the bed. Even though I'm shocked by his actions, I won't complain about being in his embrace. Well, since I figured out my feelings, it hurt knowing that he doesn't feel the same and that this hug isn't of equal meaning to both of us. As long as he is happy...

"Oppa, your heart is beating fast"

"I guess it's cause of tomorrow...", well what else would it be? My cheeks heated up when his fingers reached my hair and stroked it. I... I want to be here for him, but this is like teasing my heart and giving me hope when I know I don't stand the chance to conquer his heart. I put my dilema aside and listened to his soothing voice

"Mum and dad are kinda disappointed in me, it hurts because they are the only people in my life who's opinion I take into consideration. Well, and yours of course. But they are my family... their words can either hurt or lift me up"

"I understand how you feel"

"It's different, at least you have ambitions in life. I'm just-"

"What did I tell you about that?"

"I... you're right. It's been engraved in my head since kinder garden"

"What inspired you to write that song?"

"What song?", ouch

"Nothing, forget it", and so curiosity killed the cat. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that now but my heart is burning from ignorance. He tightened the hug and I fought the urge to wiggle my way out because it was getting too hot and the mess inside my head is just stirring and confusing...

"You sure you wanna go with me? Like, 100%?"

"Yes, oppa. I'd go anywhere with you"

"Thank you Y/N", you're my precious muse, he thought. Oh god, the way he calls my name... it's everything, I could listen to it all day, this is driving me crazy. I'm sorry I have to push you away, and the confusing look you're giving me hurts so much, you have no idea Yoongi

"I thought you liked my hugs"

"I do"

"Then?", just stop playing with my feelings. The more I think about it the more I wanna hit my head against a wall for believing that I won't fall in love with him. Stupid young me thought that we could stay friends forever...

"Let's buy some flowers on our way tomorrow, your mothers loves daisies, right?"

Create a distance, was the only thing that seemed like a solution.