Lisa's pov
I alway knew that he needed someone to talk to. I knew he was sad or something that I couldn't explain. I always saw him walking down the hall and would never look at anyone. He would just look at the floor like he was making sure not to step on ants. I knew to mind my own business but it's so hard when I know that someone needed someone else to talk to.
I never want to make anyone uncomfortable I just want to know what is making them sad and then give them a hug, ice cream and my wise advice. I never did it to make me look like a better person. I just wanted to help out wherever I could. But Yoongi. He never wanted to talk to me or even look at me. I just assumed that he thought that I was some rich snob. But I don't think that's the case. He was 4 years older than me. He was 18 and I was 14. But I don't think that it's age.
He didn't have any friends even though I would love to be friends with him. I would see him walk home amd not take the bus even though it was good exercise and I should probably do it as well. Well that thought left me here, walking to wherever his was going. I made sure to make it look like I wasn't following him, I kept my distance.
I knew I sounded like a stalker. But I have invited him to ice cream so many times yet he just shakes his head and walks away. And it can't be because he doesn't like ice cream. I mean come on, who doesn't like ice cream. He didn't want to talk bacause he was scared that someone would judge him. I was also worried. I don't want him to be alone and think that nobody love's him or cares for him. I know I haven't spoken to him but he has a place in my heart already.
I saw him stop and drop his bag waiting for someone. I hid behind the wall poking my head out to see him and someone else I didn't recognize. I couldn't really hear them so I moved closer. "But please it's really good, I worked so hard on it and you could probably make it even better, perfect even" Yoongi's upset voice echoed through the alley way.
"Kid I told you to stop showing up here, your slowing business down for me, so fuck off and get lost and don't show up here again with your shit lyrics" He said in a harsh voice making anger flow through my veins. How dare he have the heart to say that to someone.
"But please, I need the money" Yoongi begged but it was all cut off when the guy punched him in the face and kicked him making him fall to the ground and the guy walked away. "WHAT THE HECK!" I screamed out and ran to Yoongi. "L-lisa what the fuck are you doing here?" Yoongi asked but I ignored his rude word and helped him up.
I walked him to the clinic and the nurse stitched him up. "All better, just make sure to keep it clean, try not to wash your face for the next 24 hours or else the stitch will open again" The nurse informed him and he nodded. "Yoongi" I called out gently as I sat down next to him. "How does your stomach feel?" I asked and he looked down. "How did you know where I was, that is a dangerous neighborhood" He said and I let out a awkward laugh.
"I uhhh I followed you, not because off wanting to mug you or wait why would I want to mug you-wait I could mug you but that doesn't mean I want to-wait I want to I'll just shut up now haha" I laughed nervously again and he chuckled. "Why did you follow me?" His voice deep and soft asked me. "I umm wanted to ask if you wanted to go for ice cream?" I said and he sighed again.
"Will you ever stop asking me ice cream girl" He said and I blushed. "I'm sorry, it's just that I have asked you before and you didn't answer so I wanted to ask you again" I said and he looked me into my eyes for the first time. He had such beautiful eyes. I just wanted to stare at them all day. "If I go have ice cream with you, will you leave me alone?" He asked and I smiled my sunshine smile at him. "Probably not, but at least you'll get a free ice cream" I stated and he shook his head.
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His Girl (Lisa Manoban×Min Yoongi)
Roman d'amour"ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋsᴛᴀʀ" - "ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs" ---------------------- Min Yoongi is a hard-working student who love writing. He had very good grades but never focused in class as he was laway writing lyrics on scraps of paper. He...