Mental

Chapter 6 + 7

The kiss gets broken. I pant softly and look away then back at Yoongi. That was my...

That was my first kiss.

That.
Was.
My.
First.
Kiss.

"I better not see you again with him though."

I blush carnation pink and I feel warmth on the bottom of my chin, and eventually I get my face tilted up by a thumb under my chin and face Yoongi.

Suddenly I blush really red and bite my lip. I attempt turn away again, but it was, like I said, only an attempt.

"Please, look at me." He whispers lowly but in a demanding way.

I look into his eyes.

I see something I usually don't see, form anyone. I can't identify it either. It looks...

Dark, but also not. Soft, and light.

The silence is comfortable and we just sit there, looking into each other's eyes. My heart skips a beat as I see a smile slowly on his face. The peaceful music of the sea of crickets outside adds a fine touch to the aesthetic of the love.

"I really like you a lot...."

I smile and slowly lean in, letting our lips touch again, and again, and again until I have my legs wrapped around his waist and we're furiously making out against the wall, with the door locked.

We break the kiss to breathe and I look into his eyes. I still don't know what I see, but I start to feel a warm feeling across my face, dark blushing.

Yoongi takes a deep breath and says, "Did I do good?"

I nod and blush even more, as he gets closer to my face.

His face is tinted a pastel pink splayed across his nose and cheeks, contrasting against his light complexion. His eyes slowly close and mine too, feeling the soft, warm feeling against my lips. He puts me down and cups my cheeks, still kissing me.

The kiss is finally broken when around a few minutes later, there is a knock on the door.

We jolt away from each other, both blushing still and awkward again.

I stutter out, "I- I'll get the door.."

I trip over to the door and open it. It's....

Taehyung.

I sigh and let him in, Yoongi moving away from the door when he sees who it is and sitting on the bed silent and watching the moon and stars glisten in their beautiful light- the shine coming through and making his skin glow more beautifully than both of those combined.

I looked back at Taehyung, who was very close to me at this point, still not saying anything, just as he had walked in. It was an uncomfortable silence, in a way. The hairs on my back stood up and I backed a bit away, sitting beside Yoongi, as he cleared his throat and announced to the room, "Okay, so, Yoongi is going to need to go back to the hospital...."

I gasp and look at him, totally bewildered, "Bu- but he- he is ju- just fine!"

I lean to the side after hearing movement, and see a few medics and my mother, not showing any remorse. I look at Yoongi, who is in his own little world and not paying attention to anything.

"N- no!! You just ca- can't take him!!!" I frantically, and quite helplessly, watch as they carry him away, him not resisting.

I feel tears swell up and I just watch. I know that I can't do anything. No amount of begging, crying, or screaming would do anything. I had to let go of it. And I knew that I wouldn't be able to visit him for a while. My mother would make sure of that. She walked into the room and rubbed ny back.