39. A call

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Jung Hoseok
Pov

I did it. I kissed Min Yoongi without pissing him off.

I laid my lips down on his, our skin meeting for the very first time. No dominance, no tongue, no exchange of saliva. Just our skin. Bare and true.

When I pull back, Yoongi's eyes are closed. He slowly opens them and looks up, and when he does, I notice the slightest glint of tears in his eyes. He gets up, pushes me away and walks to his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Great.

This was the last thing I wanted. He probably hates me now.

I remember everything I said to him yesterday. I was totally sound when I said it. But all I wanted was to test him. To se if he's true to me, of if he's just faking it.

Well, now, I know he was not faking it, cause he wasn't ready for a kiss, and I assume this was his first kiss, and he wanted it to be special.

Staying with Yoongi, I did learn this much about him, that he cares deeply for even the smallest of things....

But fails to show it...

A moment later, he's up and about outside his bedroom. His face has a dead serious look on it, as if someone just asked him to give an exam.

He slowly walks towards me, though he looks like it's taking a lot of effort for him to move each muscle of his body.

He comes near, and I notice he is crying. Not like sobbing, but he has tears streaming down his face.

He doesn't make a single sound as he hands over his phone to me. I look at it, to see an unknown number on call.

He puts his arms around my waist from the back, and I wonder what's gotten into him.

But as I put the phone to my ear, I suddenly feel numb.

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