The sun bathed hedges and expanse of blue sky is betrayed by the students wrapped in layers of scarves and jackets. An occasional plume of white escaping from their
lips, as the students bustle about, scuttling from a lecture or making a last minute dash to their tutorial. A few students attempt to bask in the sun's cold rays, coffee
cups and books in hand as they sit on the bench. It's the simple pleasures that bring true joy, it seems. You were sitting at your desk, looking out of the window at the world, comprehending with that little brain of yours.
" who can be the one who messaged me? " you mentally thought curiously as your eyes made it's way out of the glass patched window, spotting the school's infamous jock ' min yoongi ' on the school rugged ground.
The raven haired boy was sitting under the sun probably bunking the classes as His pale skin was glistening under the sunlight which was being emitted by the orange coloured sun looking like a fresh tangerine.
He looked like an ' angel ' underneath the dominance of the sun but sadly, he didn't really deserved the tag of an angel considering how He wasn't as innocent as he seemed to be.
he was a man who pursues a life of pleasure without responsibility or attachments, especially one who is of comfortable means. Every week, you could spot him with a new girl clinging onto him.
Getting into a relationship was never his thing and so wasn't commitment, Some students was used to call him a jerk and a skirt-chaser but at the same time he was a real humours guy.
"I want you all to submit your work by tomorrow, thank you and have a great day ahead" the teacher announced as she walked out of the class followed by a bunch of folks.
The group of teenagers exuded energy and striding out of the classroom made you break out of your trance. Looking around the classroom, you found yourself there all alone.
emitting a long, deep audible breath, you stood up from the wooden bench making it creek. Throwing your bag pack over your shoulder, you made your way out of the warm room as the classroom door swings open to the right.
Entering the hallway, You could hear greatest of echos left by the students. Escaping hellhole which had the greatest of the echos, you took your phone out of the back pocket of your baggy jeans.
Scrolling through the phone which was basically your radio, your newspaper and your love letters. It kept your sweet memories in photographs and stored your poetry.
Your footsteps echoed sharply around the deserted square, sounding overly loud in your own ears, like the booming heartbeat of a condemned prisoner.
reaching the locker, you were just about to turn your phone off until a sweet raspy voice rented through the air leaving you astonished after you figured out who's voice it can be.
" You are here! " It was him, his voice which wove together to form a tapestry of the heart visible to his souls present a.k.a Min yoongi. turning your phone off, you straight away looked at him.
Looking at him this close, you realised how much you've been missing about him, There was something about yoongi that drew people to him. guess it didn't hurt that he was a good looking boy; but it was more than that.
He looked ethereal, the Hues of brown existing in his eyes gave your soul every kind of relaxation and so his hair was beautiful to your eyes and heart but this wasn't time to adore the skirt chaser standing in front of you.
" don't tell me you were the one who messaged me!? " you questioned, pushing him aside with a hint of champagne pink forming on your adorable cheeks.
He just stood there, with his official smug look plastered on his pale face. " since I wanna make this a little quick, let me get to the point already. I think I like you " yoongi confessed out of thin air as a huff left that little mouth of yours.
The fact, he actually meant his words from the bottom of his heart, he did liked you or maybe even loved you. All this time whenever you crossed paths with him with the innocent look on your face, he couldn't help but smile.
You made him acknowledge the difference between a real loving bond and a parasitic clasp, real love will always remember and thus be better protected.
Falling in love with you was the easiest part for him; it was admitting to himself that it happened that hard and that it actually exists. He've had these very efficient defences for so long and you didn't even notice them.
" you've gotta be kidding me, how come I can actually believe in that. You popping out of thin air, texting me to meet you here just to confess perhaps you're just playing around with me "
You were right though, he's always been the skirt chaser, fucking around with plenty of girls and leaving them once he's done toying around with them but At the same time, For you, he was ready to change himself, his authentic fuck boy self, just for you.
" can you at least give me a chance, please? " he mumbled humbly, wanting nothing from you but just a chance so as to prove his feelings for you.
You were able to sense the sincerity in his downy voice, for now all he needed from her was a chance. His love was a unicorn, but you never believed in unicorns, and so that was both the start and end of their story. Somethings are only real if you believe that they are.
[ just a chance to prove his gaining love towards you ]
