chapter 34

" God, Yuri. I hate you sometimes."I roll my eyes with a smile as I say." So, I've been forcing you to join singing or talent shows for years, and now Yoongi is the only one that can make you join." She crosses both of her arms, pouting at me. " Great then."Yuri has been a great supporter ever since I met her. I never really tell people that I can sing because most of the time, they will ask me to sing for them afterwards. It's awkward and it's embarrassing. It's a waste of time.Yuri is the only person who knows that I sing. She heard me singing in the locker rooms at the school gymnasium when I was taking a shower. Even my parents doesn't know about this ' talent ' of mine." Ani! It's not like that. He is going to join, not me!" I explained. " Atleast he's going to try to join..."" Does he sing?" She asks zipping her bag close. " Because if he does, you should really sing together."" No, he-" I tend to answer but was interrupted by someone from the door." Hey!" It was Yoongi. He was sweating and looked like he desperately needed a minute or two to lay down and do nothing. He is wearing a black and white striped t-shirt, making me realise something.I've never seen him wearing anything other than black and white out of the campus.Atleast not when he's working." Yoongi." I say, standing up right away. I shoved all my items into my bag, feeling pressured to hurry up. Once I was finished, I turned to Yuri and she was already looking at me." I guess I'll see you tomorrow ." She says with a hint of smirk on her face. " Have fun with whatever you guys are doing."God.Luckily, it was more than a whisper, and I have high hopes that Yoongi did not heard it. Yuri walked down to the door, passing Yoongi with a smile on her face.I followed as soon as Yuri's gone. I was the last student to leave the classroom." Sorry, I got really chatty with Yuri." I apologised as I approached him." Aren't you always?" He asked with a mocking voice. " It gets annoying sometimes."" And sometimes you like it." I teased back, making him shut up.He blinked twice before talking again," So, where are we going?"" I think the music room?" I said. " But if you have anything else in mind-"" Let's go, then." He says, turning his back away from me. " I have somewhere to go later, so we better hurry."" Where?" I asked jogging up to him. He had slender legs but they sure know how to walk fast. " Nowhere you should worry about."" Oh." I said finally catching up. " Okay."I wish he'd stop hiding things form me.•••" This is embarrassing." Yoongi whined as he stood in the middle of the music room, just right beside the grand piano.  The piano appeared to be made out of wood, so old and nostalgic.It looked like those pianos that we get to see in horror movies." C'mon! You've already performed infront of me once." I said crossing my legs while sitting on one of the chairs. " You can do it again..."" That was different." He whines again. " I was playing the piano then, I didn't had to maintain an eye contact. But now I'm going to rap, and I have to look at you. I just can't you know."Patches of heat build up in my neck , up to my jaw, then up to my cheeks. I squeezed my legs together, holding myself back. I hated it when I feel this. I hated the thoughts that he might catch me blushing just by blurting out the simplest words." Do I look that bad? Am I a monster who would swallow you whole and spit your bones if you look me into the eyes?"" Dara!! It's not like that! I just don't have the confidence."" Aren't we friends? Just try it Yoongi-yah!!" I encouraged, regaining myself.He sighed." I've been working on this piece for weeks ,but I haven't finished it yet..."" Let's hear it then."He hesitated a bit but from the moment his mouth opened, his whole personality changed. The Yoongi who was whining, shying around and was embarrassed was  completely gone by now.In front of me was a guy rapping his soul out. He was wrapping in his husky, powerful voice, like a lion roaring at its prey. His hands were gesturing at each and every strong word he said.But when the moment our eyes met, I was the one who couldn't keep up with it. I was the one who teared the gaze away first.There is something about him whenever I see him perform. There is something so easy for him to adore even though when he was rapping about something I couldn't even relate to.I wouldn't even understand the lyrics if I continue to watch him like this. I would just drown by this moment, I would melt by the passion radiating out from his body. I am lost by his words that everything he does, is in a slow motion. When he whips his head that makes his hair sway, the way his lips moved. They look so delicate, so soft. So precious.He breathed out a final word and stopped, panting slightly. " What do you think?"" I... I love it. It's good!" I say, regretting at my choice of words. My words weren't as convincing as I wanted to let him know. I was lost of words, still spinning around his charm, mesmerized by his talent. Forcing out words from my mouth is not something easy for me to do right now. " You are just saying that because you are my friend." He said.He steps and sits into the chair infront of the piano, his eyes looking at the keys. He slides his forefinger onto each one of the keys, so lightly that it made only the slightest noise." Ofcourse not!" I said, standing up. I could see how disheartened he looked."It was a piece of art."" A piece of art?" His eyes move, looking at me , without moving his head at all." You are comparing my music to art?"" Art is supposed to make you feel something." I said clenching my fists nervously. " It made me feel something."" What did you feel?" He asked, his head turning to me this time. I can feel all of his attention lingering at me. Shit.This was a bad idea. I could feel a sudden force rushing against my body. A part of me wants to tell him that it made me realise how much I liked him, but a part of me pulled back.The part of me where I think of what is bound to happen next.The fact that I'm going to risk whatever relationship I have with him now.I groaned. " I don't know, okay? But it's good.  I honestly think that you are very talented, and I just... I just can't put it into words."" Did anyone ever tell you this?"" What?" " Your such a bad liar ,Dara!" He muttered under his breath." I'm not lying! You're good, I promise you." I held my hand up beginning to be frustrated. " Why do you find that so hard to belie-"•••