Her Grumpy Neighbor [M.Yg]

11:That Pale Colour

This time, she worked hard.

Worked so hard to be her cheerful self at work today, so her boss won't scold her.

Worked so hard to say she's fine whenever Hoseok called to check up on her.

And she succeeded in fooling them.

Today, she was more than tired. No, it wasn't her extended hours.

It was exhausting. Being fake.

She trudged through her dimly lit neighbourhood, arriving at her doorstep, after her work.

She pulled out her housekey to open her locked house, but she didn't know she had a nasty surprise in store.

Her eyes widened. The door was already open.

Out of reflex, she checked under her doormat, where she kept the sparekeys. Expectedly, they were gone.

She mentally cursed for choosing that as a hiding place.

She gulped down her dry throat, before slowly opening her house door, and cautiously entering it.

She felt like a thief, entering to rob her own house.

Reaching her living room, she noticed a figure sitting on the couch. She couldn't recognise it since it was dark.

"You shouldn't keep those under a doormat..." A deep voice echoed.

Her ears perked up.

There's no denying it.

She immediately switched on the lights, the figure's back getting visible.

She approached it with hasty steps.

Her eyes enlarged as she met his face, her hand clasping over her mouth.

"Yoongi...." She whispered out, tears brimming her eyes.

Yoongi, slowly got up, approached her with a small smile.

"You haven't been feeding yourself? Your gonna get yourself killed at this rate..."
He said, repeating the words she once said to him.

"I could say the same...." She whimpered out, covering her face with both her palms.

Yoongi, steadily wrapped his arms around her, as she bawled her eyes out.

"Are you real....?" She asked, her head burying to his chest.

"Yes...I'm all real and true..." He replied.

She simply cried to it. She was glad. Glad to know, that all of it was true. Not just any dream. Not just an illusion.

"Look at me..." He whispered, reaching his hand out to her cheek.

She slowly lifted her puffy-eyed face.

He's so beautiful. She thought, gazing at his flawless face.

Little did she know, he thought the same.

She noticed a few changes in it.

His cold, emotionless eyes were now filled with guilt and softness.

His thin lips were nibbled down,as if holding back a storm.

But that pale colour he had. It was still the same.

She reached out her cold palms to caress his cheeks.

It's so soft...and warm.. she said to herself.

All her doubts about her reality and fantasy, vanishing away in that one moment. It was like a clear sky after a rain.

That just made her shed tears even more. The amount of relief she experienced was too overwhelming. Her overflowing emotions, could not put a lid on themselves.