Only For You • Kim Mingyu

[twelve]

                        Avoiding

Wonwoo's POV:

I was getting bored doing my homework, so I thought of taking a short break. I decided to go to the rooftop for some fresh evening breeze.

On my way to the rooftop, I heard a high pitch crying and screams.
A girl's voice. I rushed there knowing there's only one girl in this house. I could hardly register what I saw right before my eyes.

Without a second thought, I hugged her from behind, "It's gonna be fine. You'll be alright. I'm here for you." I tried to comfort her. She didn't budge at all. Instead, she turned around and buried her face in my chest, pulling me closed. Her sobbings didn't stop. Rather, they became louder than before. I patted her back and simultaneously caressed the back of her head, trying to calm her down. I hated seeing her in this state. It wretched my heart.

"Just let everything out. Don't hold it in."

"You must be thinking I'm a lunatic right?" Her voice which was always filled with tons of confidence, cracked miserably. "No. Not at all. It's fine to cry when you're sad."

She loosened the grip, finally calming down bit by bit. She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment, refusing to make any eye contact between us. "I'm so sorry for staining your shirt. I'll buy you a new one." She said wipping her remanaing tears that stained her rose pink cheeks.

I wanted to do it for her, I wanted to feel her cheeks with my own hands. But that would be too intimate and inappropriate since we weren't really on the term 'close'. And it made me upset but I managed to hide my thriving disappointment quite well though.

"You don't need to. Really. But do me a favor. Tell me, why were you crying?" She was about to say something but I cut her off, "Omo your birth mark is bleeding. Did you hurt yourself?" I slightly flinched at the sight of blood.

Where did that come from?

She touched the spot, her expression remained the same, as if she didn't feel any pain. "I don't remember the last time it bled." She murmured, looking down at the blank floor.

A birth mark doesn't bleed, does it?

"Are you okay?" I asked with a certain worried expression. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt at all." She assured me with a smile. "Now tell me why were you crying?"  She let out a nervous chuckle, obviously not wanting to share the exact reason.

I wondered if I was invading her privacy by asking her questions like this.

You hide so much. Why Miyeon?

"It's nothing. I just felt like crying." She added. "Anyways thank you so much for comforting me and I'm again sorry for ruining your shirt." She bowed, completely changing the topic. I tried to hold in my laughter at her silly yet cute action. Afterall it's rude to laugh at someone's apology.

"It's my responsibility as a friend. Now forget everything and smile. You don't smile often but trust me you look 10 times prettier when you smile. So please?"

I made puppy eyes, my ultimate secret weapon. It was my trump card which I used only when I desperately needed something from someone. The last thing I needed from Miyeon was her blissful smile to make both mine and her day better.

Her lips instantly curled up into a bright grin."You know that moment when you hugged me, I really thought you were some kind of guardian angel of mine." She remarked looking at the sky; a gentle breeze stroke her hair, messing it up.

"Well I wouldn't mind to be one. Especially yours."

"Then be one. Be my guardian angel." I felt butterflies in my stomach when I heard her offer. I wasn't trying to exaggerate but it was like a dream come true- type of feeling. I was so lost in overwhelming joy that I forgot to answer her. I was taken aback by her, nudging my arm,"Don't you wanna be?"