Love Spell [6/6] Completed myg x yn

Part 2

*tap tap tap*

/I probably shouldn't have worn heels today, when I'm trying to be stealthy./

*tap tap tap*

As I walked a lonely path I was swirling the poison ring on my finger.

*thump thump*

My heart racing thinking about the procedure.

The sun was not up yet.

*crunch crunch*

I stepped on the autumn leaves on my way.

I wanted to forget

Everything that was.

The best is yet to come.

The street lights were starting to fade out.

You could still see the fog rising.

I smiled from one corner of my mouth.

I took the bus to school.

I couldn't pay attention to anything.

One moment of distraction.

*drip drop*

/Today the stars align.

Min Yoongi, you're gonna be mine./

I looked at him from around the corner.

/Yes, drink it, quench your thirst./

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I hid my smile behind my hand.

I turned my back, going back into the class.

YG: Y/N?

/Who, me?/

I stopped. Still not facing him.

I could hear his steps getting closer to me.

YG: Y/N!

You: ... yes?

He placed a hand on my shoulder and moved in front of me.

I was the center and his hand was the radius of a vicious circle.

YG: Are you coming to the class?

You: ...yes.

YG: Cool!

He gave me a thumbs up, ran towards the classroom and looked back once.

*clack*

I watched the door slamming the wall, remaining open as if I was invited into his life.

There I was again. At my desk. Behind him. Staring at the back of his neck.

/But... Today.../

He turned around.

YG: Did you study for today's test?

You: Test? What test?

YG: Oh... I wanted to copy from you.

You: Sorry, I had no idea about it. I was... busy.

YG: It's okay. I'll help you.

He smiled in a friendly way. Then moved with me at the desk.

*gulp*

*hmmm*

His smell invaded my personal space.

*ahhh*

My exhaling almost sounded like a sigh.

YG: Are you nervous?

You: Just a bit.

He placed his hand on my shoulder again.

YG: Don't worry.

I touched my shoulder, the ghost feeling of his hand wouldn't leave my skin.

He kept pushing his paper towards me during the test.

His handwriting became more relaxed and consistent towards the end.

He drew a smiley face in the corner of the paper.

At the end of the day he waved, put his backpack on and left.

I watched him stepping on the crunchy autumn leaves.

/Please turn around once more./

He did.