Ji
Halfway through the school year. Obviously, stress was getting to me, as it was to everyone else. People were having break downs in the halls, cheats were being exchanged, and drama was somehow at an all new high.
Anxiety sucked. This was my third break down in a week, and it had to be at Yoongi's house.
Shit.
He wasn't home - I'd let myself in, since he had basketball after school. I don't know how he handled it.
As always, I'd grabbed some ramen to eat (he seemed to have an endless supply of cooked ramen), and sat in the corner.
Not as always, I'd broken down halfway through my bowl, and ended up sitting in the corner, ramen deserted.
When Yoongi had finally walked in, after ten minutes when I was starting yo breath normally, he'd dropped everything - literally and figuratively.
"It'll be okay." His voice was soothing and soft, like velvet. "Just breathe. Breathe with me. Come on." Like an angel. "See? You're okay. I'm right here." Or like a fluttering kiss, a memory.
A memory I keep, of the kiss.
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