"I never came here...promised myself I never would. I was always fond of my mom. Even if my father was not an ideal role model, mom made up for it. Dad had a job as a bank manager but a scandal ruined it all. He lost his job, started drinking. He would get wasted and come home in the mornings but mom never had a problem. Dad was depressed but she always thought it would pass, hopeful as always. I did not even know about it until later"
"A woman came home one day, an eleven year old girl holding her hand, trailing behind her. Looking at her, the first thing in my head was to protect her. But her mother, the woman asked dad to take responsibility of what he had created pointing to the girl beside her, saying she cannot hide forever. It was then that I came to know about it. I turned to my mother, questioning her if she knew about this. I was furious. I was way too angry" his shoulders were shaking from the pent up emotions.
"It's okay if you don't want to continue" I whispered rubbing his shoulder comfortingly, not wanting to stain the silence in the air lingering around us but he shook his head.
"No. I want to. You should know. I trust you" his smile melancholic.
"I shouted at her, sent the woman and her daughter away, and locked myself in my room. I could hear mom sadly shouting from across the door, saying she was taking father to his therapist for his sessions. I ignored her, saw her leave from the window a-and she never came back" he broke down after saying this, hiding his face in his hands. I wrapped my hands around him, pulling him closer to me, rubbing circles on his back.
"I came to the funeral and promised myself I would never come back here" he sobbed, his tears soaking my flimsy shirt through my jacket but I could not find it in me to bother about it. I played with his hair with my fingers as he sobbed in my shoulder, holding me tightly against him, his arms around my torso. After spending a few more minutes sitting there in silence, he decided to break the hug and sat back on his heels, facing his parents, hand still holding mine.
"I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry." He whispered, wiping his tears with his free hand, getting up. He moves forward to get out of the place as fast as he can but I stop him, holding his hand firmer. I hand him the two lilies from my handbag with a small encouraging smile. He looks up at me, tears pooling in his eyes, adoration lighting his features before he bends down to place them on the graves.
"Let's have some fun now, shall we?" hesays as he stands up straight.
"Oh I'm not liking that look on your face"
"What?!" Yoongi exclaims, trying to mock offense but his relaxed expressions told me otherwise. I let out a giggle and smack him on the shoulder, hard. He lets out a cute whine but soon leads me out of the cemetery to the car.
"Why?" is the only question I ask in the car but he knows what I'm referring to – Why here for our first date?
"I wanted you to know everything about me before we start a new beginning. I thought about it a lot when you were getting ready. I really want this to work and I want you to know me, to know who I used to be before we start. I just wanted to show you me - the real me" he replies calmly. He breaks out in a smile though the seriousness in his voice before did not go unnoticed by me.
"I'm sorry but I don't even know myself" I whisper back.
"I'll help you find you.....you don't have to worry about it" he says, still smiling.
The next stop is the biking station. I watch him like a hawk trying to figure out what he is doing as he deals with the guy at the counter before coming back with two cycles.
"What?"
"We're riding the bikes through the entire city, wherever you want to go"
That is how I found myself speeding through the cycling lane of the busy streets with Yoongi riding his bike beside me. Laughs spilling from our mouth at the fresh air brushing past our faces as we see the buildings passing by us in a blur. Trying to talk to each other over the whizzing air, to say it felt refreshing would be an understatement.
"Aaaah!! I'm really going to need a massage for my legs tonight. I don't think I'll be able to sleep" I say as I finally sit down in the restaurant.
"Oh....sorry. Didn't know you were that weak" he responds teasingly. I smile back, ready with my own tease.
"So you're saying that you're not tired after four hours of riding the cycles through the entire city?"
"Yep. That's exactly what I'm saying"
"Then it won't be a problem if I ask you to carry me back to the house in a piggyback ride, would it?"
"Whatever you want" he replies making me feel giddy, not knowing how to respond to his honest response. We banter back and forth sitting at our reserved table waiting for our ordered lunch to arrive. Talking, that is what we decided to do to get to know each other better than we already did and we were doing just that. It felt good to have someone who cares about me other than my brother. I would never have thought that I would find these feelings in me, never thought I would want to protect anyone but my brother but I found him. He was waiting for me, even when I refused, he waited.
Suddenly I could not help but be emotional, thankful to him for being there when I needed him. He must have sensed the change in my behaviour and he spoke up.
"You okay?"
"Yeah...I just.....Thank you. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you, being there for Jimin when he needed to talk. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you with the kindness that you've offered"
"You don't need to" he cuts me off. Taking my hand in his from across the table, he rubs his thumb over my knuckles. "You don't have to be thankful. You being here with me is all I ever want from you"
I nod, feeling a sudden weight being lifted off of your chest, my insides fluttering.
We end the date at seven, after walking through the park, hands linked and smiles on our faces, just like the first time we were there. He drops me off at the gates of our society before whispering a good night, watching as I safely make my way to the house before he himself heads in the other direction wrapped up in his jacket as the day ends blissfully.
"Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about" – Anonymous.
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