chapter 87

When the doors opened, out came a sad Yoongi. I still remember how disappointed he looked as he got out from the door, but something inside me sensed that he wasn't dad at all. I was right, but wrong at the same time. Because he wasn't just disappointed, he was embarrassed as well."They made me dance." He said, sighing in disbelief as he bit his lip,his eyes closing as he turns around from me."What? Why would they want you to dance?" I asked, walking around to face him. "They don't need a producer." He answered bluntly. "They want an idol to create a group." The conversation we had from the hot tub days ago played in my mind like they give flashbacks in a movie. I didn't knew that it was actually going to happen. I didn't know that someone would be interested to make him into a superstar. I didn't knew that it was actually going to happen , even if I could see the possibilities."I know." He said, seeing my shocked expression. "It would be disrespectful if I didn't try to dance, so I did it. And you know what they said?""What?" I asked but ended up regretting it. It made him awkward."That's alright ,we will train you until you are ready." He said mockingly, chuckling harshly to himself.But they do have a point.Don't all the idols get a proper amount of training before they debut? And that's what I told him anyway. I know that with proper training, he could be better. He's already great with making music and expressing it by rapping. That makes him two steps ahead than other people who wish to be an idol without any talents at all."Well..." I started."I know what you're thinking." He says looking at me in the eyes. " And no, I don't want to be an idol because that's not what I want to do." " But Yoongi..." I said, reaching for both of his hands. He lets his head down but that's not going to stop me from talking to him." You said you want to do anything as long as it has something to do with music. Just think of it this way.... You can start of as an idol, but you can still make your own music in the future. You can just set up your name and-"" Let people know me..." He mumbles softly, slowly lifting his head up."Exactly." I say, squeezing his hands a little." And maybe if your parents knew you'd be training to be a star, they'd let you go and do anything you want. They won't put you in a mental institution then...""Are you kidding?" He laughs and jerks his hands away from me. "That's just going to be another reason why they'd send me there. They don't want a son who's am idol, they want a son who is a doctor or a lawyer."Then realisation hit me.Yoongi and I have been in the same situation. Is that why his parents didn't liked me?  because I was supporting him in his dream, his passion? Is that where everything has been revolving around?For months I thought that everything was about me. But it wasn't. It was about his dream. They did not wanted to see him as a musician.He and I are alike. Much alike than I ever thought we were. The only difference is that he fights for his dreams and here I'm following my parents like a stupid dog ever since I was born. "This is going to be a start for you." I said, tears suddenly streaming out of my eyes. "I... I want nothing more than you becoming what you want, and not getting pushed around by your parents because I know how terrible it exactly feels." "Shhhhh..." He whispers, coming back to embrace me, his arms wrapping around my head to pull me closer just at the right moment as I begin to burst with emotions. "Do you want me to do this? To become an idol?"I shake my head, tears streaming down my face and into his shirt. I pulled back a little and looked into his eyes as I replied solidly. "No. I want you do it because you want to. Not because I want you to do-""Have you decided yet?" A short woman in her thirties comes out from the door, holding a clip board in her hands. "There're more people waiting to audition. So if you come in now and let us know your decision please?"I pulled back farther and wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand and gestured him with chin to follow the woman. "Go but however you decide, I'll support you. Do this for you, not for anyone else.""I will." He replies, wiping a year drop that I missed from the corner of my eye with his thumb. He turns back around and follows the woman inside the room, leaving me behind with nothing but a clear chest.I'll still be there for you Yoongi. No matter what you choose.♫♬♫♪♬GHOST READERS WILL MEET AN EVIL WITCH IN DREAMS 🐨💜But don't worry you are not one of those, you'll drop your reviews, right?😚💜