He pulled out the chair and sat down. I watched him. He had such beautiful skin it was clearer than my future. He had beautiful eye's I just wanted to stare at them all day. And his hair, not to long and not to short. Just perfect to run you fingers through. I watched as he brushed his fingers over the chords. He finally looked comfortable. I knew that he didn't want to talk about himself but I wanted to understand him. I needed to understand him. I didn't know if I felt pity on him. So far I have understood that he came from a very poor family, he sold his pride and joy for lunch money and it looked like he has a bit of anxiety.
I wasn't judging. He looked like a very nice guy, he just messed around with the wrong people. "I was thinking of a beat for that song you read earlier" He said and snapped my out of my thoughts. I looked at him and smiled. He placed his hands on some random chords making a beautiful sound. I looked down twords his hands and watched him push down on chords until he found the right one's. It was mesmerizing, he was so talented. He did press down on wromg chords every now and then but would fix it right away.
He played the chords from the beginning and started softly whispering the lyrics I read before. He had a nice deep soothing voice.
"I miss you
Saying this makes me miss you even more
I miss you
Even though I'm looking at your photo
Time's so cruel, I hate us
Seeing each other for once is now so hard between usIt's all winter here, even in August
My heart is running on the time
Alone on this snowpitcher
Wanna get to the other side of the earth, holding your hand
Wanna put an end to this winter
How much longing should we see snowing down
To have the days of spring, friend"After he was done he seemed to snap out of his thoughts and he pulled his hands away from the piano. "I-I'm sorry, I should go now" He said. I didn't want him to leave if I'm being honest. He was probably a nice person but he does act a little rude but I enjoy his company and I don't want to be alone right now. "Wait! You can't go yet" I yelled and he stopped and looked and me. "And why the hell not?" He asked with a dumbfounded look. "I-umm It's uhh it's raining hard right now" I said.
Luck was on my side today, who would have thought that luck would be on my side, it's quite obvious that the universe wants me to befriend him. "Oh um right, I could just take the subway" He said and I shook my head. "No, I brought you here, so when the rain settles down I'll call our driver to take you home" I said and he looked at me with confusion. "You have a driver? Wow you really are loaded" He said and I just smiled. "Would you like something to eat?" I asked even though I know I can't cook and there is only enough food for me. "Oh um no it's okay, I don't want to bother" He said and I shook my head.
"Your not a bother, we didn't eat anything at the restaurant so I still own you some food" I said and he nodded. I took him upstairs and told him he could leave his stuff in my room. "Up the stairs second door to your levt" I said and he nodded.
Author POV
Lisa made her way into the kitchen silently saying a few 'curse' words under her breatk. She couldn't cook even though her father was a chef. She would burn the house down if she tried to make noodles. She knows how to make fried rice though but never attempted it. The fake blonde took out the ingredients setting them up still to scared to try anything.
Yoongi however never in his entire life felt so scared to walk around in someone else house. When he made it to her room he was shocked. Her room smelt like her and it looked pretty cozy. She had LED light's that weren't on and she had fairy lights set up.
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His Girl (Lisa Manoban×Min Yoongi)
Romance"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...