chapter 25

[ The next day]I keep on remembering the night we were together at the field trip, and when we  said our goodbyes, he was extremely happy going home with the machine for which he's been working so hard and have been skipping his meals, in his hands.I want to see him. I want to know that he's okay. I want to know that nothing is wrong with him. I just want to make sure.I looked back at his seat for the thousandth time now ,then my gaze falls upon his friends' seats. I want to ask them if they know about Yoongi's condition but I'm afraid that they'd flick me off.Moreover, they don't look worried at all.They are just same noisy, easy going group in the class even though Yoongi is absent.Maybe, he just have a fever or something? Maybe he'll get better soon.I can't! This is killing me. I cannot focus on anything knowing that Yoongi might be suffering right now.I have to see him.I need to see him.I he doesn't come to the school tomorrow, I will pay him a visit. Yes. That's it.•••8.59 a.m. - [ Thursday]I have been looking at Yoongi's chair ever since I entered this classroom. If he doesn't show up today, I'll make sure to go to his house later. I don't care.I need to make sure that he is okay.The bell rings, but Yoongi's chair is still empty. The teacher arrives and sets her things onto her table. I sit tightly and look away from his chair. He is still not here.Please let him be okay.But then Yoongi suddenly appears from the door, his hair wet from the heavy rain outside. Drops of water drops from his chin and hair as he stood there, his face tilted down. He was looking at the floor." Min Yoongi." The teacher greets him. "You have been absent for the past few days, and now you're late?"Silence.Everyone was looking at Yoongi who is still not moving. Yuri nudges my arm but I decide to ignore her.I saw him shiver from the coldness, and it's as if I felt what he was feeling. I want to go to him and give him a blanket, give him a jacket, give him anything to keep him warm." Look at me when I'm talking to you." The teacher continues, challenging him.Yoongi slowly lifts hai head up, his eyes meeting our teacher's. But as I looked at him, a red swollen wound was carved on his face, just on the left corner of his mouth.I felt if my heart was ripped. My chest tightened. How did he get that? Did he get into a fight?What happened to him?The teacher saw him as well, and she was taken aback. She looked at him for a moment, her expression now calm and understanding." Go to your seat." Was all she said.I followed him with my eyes as he walked to his chair. Everyone was staring at him. His friend who sit beside him held out his hand in the air, asking for a high-five. But Yoongi acted as if he didn't see him and continued to sit.Something is wrong.Something is definitely wrong.•••5.01p.m. - [ Thursday]" Yoongi! Wait." I shouted as I see him rushing out of the classroom. It was dismissal time and most of the times, Yoongi would put on his basketball shoes before leaving the classroom so that he could go straight to the practice.But this time, he didn't.It seems like he is in a hurry, wanting to leave as soon as possible. He didn't stop. He didn't even looked back at me, let alone answering.He continued to walk out of the classroom. I yanked my backpack hurriedly and followed him without bidding bye to Yuri. She will understand me. I know she will.I run after him, but as the students all come out at the same time, I lost the sight of him. I squeezed through the ocean of people, scanning carefully. But it was too late when I got out of the crowd. He wasn't there anymore.Where are you Yoongi?Stop making me worried so much about you.Please.•••10.18 p.m. - [ Thursday]As soon as the night school finished... Yes. I went there. And now, here I am standing infront of his house.Yoongi's house. Where I learnt to pop out of my bubble and express my thoughts and words without any hesitation.It now only meant one thing to me. In order to talk to Yoongi, I will have to go through his father. His father who hates me as hell and do not want me to do anything with his son. And yet, here I am , not bothering to listen to him and being stubborn much to come back to his property.I'm sorry. But I need to see him.I wanted to make sure that he is okay.But after seeing that wound near his mouth.... I want to reassure that nothing bad happened.Because my feelings are telling me the other way.I gulped as my finger pressed the door bell. A buzzing sound emerges but no one comes out. This is when I realise that lights are off. I looked the side of their house, hoping to see his brother's car but it wasn't here.I pressed the doorbell again and knocked the wooden door thrice with my knuckles. Hoping that someone would come out.At this point, I don't care if I have to face any of his family members. I want to see him. And if he's not here, they for sure know where he might be.I mean that's what a faimily does. But Yoongi's family.... Is a pretty different one.I knocked again, but louder this time. And still, no one comes out.Maybe, I am wasting my time here.Maybe, Yoongi went to his part time job?He's probably working right now. Why didn't I thought of this before? I could have looked out for him in the arcade instead.It's not too late to catch him there. If I board a taxi, I'll be there in no time.I turn my back from the house but before I could step away, a loud crashing noise from inside stopped me. It was sound of a glass breaking, like something was thrown away.