AUTHOR'S POV

Even though he said that he'll find a way, he was clueless. Clutching his bottom lips in his teeth, he pondered over anything he could do to make her feel the love that was streaming in his veins. He wanted to tell her but again, he was nervous.

It was just early morning but he was drowned in her thoughts and it's not just today, his mornings are colored by her since days. But the most disheartening part was... He was leaving tomorrow.

He got up and did his daily routine with the same ambiguity. He sighed tremendously on the thought of her feeling out of love when he is so full of it.

So, this is how it feels when you have so much to give and no one to accept?

It was his last day here and he also wanted to spend time with his mom so he decided on helping her out in making breakfast. His mom couldn't be happier, she may be teasing him on face but she loved and missed him dearly.

By the time Yoongi was on work, Sora had grown so close to his mother. A mother whose son stayed afar and a daughter who lost her parents. Nothing could have stopped them from being with each other.

"So, what's your plans for today Yoongi," his mom asked, eating the food they just made.

"Haven't decided. Want to spend some time with you and Sora," he responded.

She patted his shoulder in pride, "Good that you're getting along with her. She's a nice woman."

Oh how much he wanted to ask her if she would like her as her daughter-in-law but he restricted that urge because he first needed to ask the daughter-in-law.

"Eomma, what do you think of love of non soulmates?" He asked warily.

"Um... I think it must be really deep to step out of the bounds the society has created," she said shortly.

He smiled a little, "Yes," he said.

As they finished the breakfast, he helped her with the dishes while she was cleaning the kitchen having their own mother-son conversations.

It was twelve noon already. What could he have done? He really wanted to be more with his family, more with Sora but he cannot.

Nervous as he was, he dressed in a casual but not-so-casual attire. Even though it was just a Tee and jeans. He spent some time in deciding what he should be wearing.

The atmosphere was airy, just like before rain. The sun hidden behind clouds and wind causing the leaves of the trees to dance like his heart. He took a deep intake to press onto the doorbell.

She opened the door with the same Pikachu pyjamas, loose Tee, haywire hair and holding her pillow in her hands, rubbing her eyes like a five year old.

"Now days are such that I am opening doors to kittens," she sighed dramatically and he smiled a little.

Her mere presence was striking him, he was happy in the atmosphere, enjoying the solar isolation.

"I was going to get some chicken. You wanna come along to KFC?" He asked confidently but if you see his clammy hands you can find the Boongs Sora has been talking about.

"No," she replied crisply making his face let out no emotion. He was not expecting that.

"I'll pay," he added.

"Still no. It's gonna rain today. I saw in the forecast."

"I have a car for a purpose!" He contested.

She sighed, "I have been waiting for it to rain since forever. I wanna just dance in the rain rather than eating chicken with the carnivorous kitty."

He scoffed, "Don't call me that!"

"Yeah whatever get lost!" She spoke, closing the door. He couldn't make out her feigning any sort of interaction with him. She was still flustered over what happened yesterday, her heart thudded on mere interception of his face. Her calm face just did the job of obscuring the storm in her heart.

He was dumbfounded, he needed to spend time with her! At any cost!

It took him an hour to decide what he could be saying when he pressed the doorbell again.

This time, she was in a changed set of pajamas, her slightly wet black hair dampening her grey T shirt.

Her brows furrowed on getting the same person in front of her eyes. "What now?"

"I was just wondering, did you watched the lastest episode of one piece?"

"Yeah I did! Oh finally Luffy won damn!"

"Oh... What about King Richard? Did you watch that?"

"Yeah. Will Smith won the Oscars for that! How can I not?"

"Boys over flowers?"

"Bro! We watched that Together. Me you and Taejoon. Forgot that?"

"Oh yeah... The movie-"

"I'm actually reading a thesis right now, talk to you later Boongs. Have to finish it as I have a night shift tomorrow. Bye," she interrupted him and went off again.

He kicked the ground in frustration. Why was she being so tough? If he calls for her again, he'll sound desperate but he was!

He walked back to his home with dropped shoulders. He sank on the couch when his phone beeped.

Irritating Dumbass

Irritating Dumbass:
I am sorry Boongs for
letting u down. I really
have to finish this.

Even though I know you
don't care but I'm just
saying this for my conscience.

He chuckled. She was always like this. Things bother her alot.

Me:
Till when you'll be done?

Irritating Dumbass:
In two-three hours. Why?

Me:
Nothing.

Irritating Dumbass:
Weird Boongi is dangerous
Boongi.

Well, bye.

His hand trembled before typing the message. He closed his eyes and sent the message.

Me:
Bye 😈

Shit! He wanted to add a purple heart. Why did he close his eyes?

Irritating Dumbass:
Hahah 😈😈

Fuck. I am so stupid. Thank God she didn't take any second meanings.

He almost threw the phone on the couch with a groan.

"Anything wrong Yoongi?" His mom asked.

"No, nothing," he shrugged and walked back to his room when his mother's words clicked him.

"Buy her flowers or treat her."

Flowers! Is it!

He walked down again with a speed making his mom demented. He drove to the flower shop, buying a bouquet of red and white roses.

This time, he knew, this had to be a success. It was the first time he was buying roses to someone and he hadn't felt that shy before. His face almost the same color as the red rose.

It has been an hour already and it was now 3:30. He rang her doorbell again and she opened in a while, her reading glasses on her nose and headphones around her neck.

"Um... Mom said to buy you this for the consultation you know," he spoke nervously.

She grinned wide before just accepting it. Her face grew redder and he felt victorious till she sneezed loud.

"I'm sorry," she said and sneezed again. "Thank-" she sneezed again, couldn't even complete her sentence. Her eyes were filled with tears while she was trying to complete her sentence but she could not when that bouquet was in her hands.

He realised that she was allergic to its pollen, snatched that thing away and threw it ruthlessly away, "Are you okay?"

She sniffled and nodded, "Sorry."

"No. Are you crazy? Who in hell accepts a bouquet when they're allergic to the pollen?"

"I just didn't wanted aunt's consideration to go waste," she spoke, wiping off the year that trickled down.

"You're impossible Sora!" He let out, worried.

"I know," she chuckled and winked with her bloodshot eyes. "I gotta wash my face, bye, and convey my thanks. I am allergic to roses that's it, maybe everything that symbolises love?"

"Just go and wash your face for now!"

"Hm," she smiled, getting back in.

Third defeat in a row! He gave a death glare to the bouquet and trailed off again.

Why do I have to take roses?!

4:15 P.M.

Irritating Dumbass

Me:

Irritating Dumbass:
??

Me:
You're not allergic to love.
Just see this is harmless.

Irritating Dumbass:
Awww 💜💜

Change Irritating Dumbass to Sora 💜?
Yes / No

His heart leaped on that message. All the defeats almost lifted off his shoulders. That was it! He just needs to spend time with her.

He went on again to her house and this time, she was actually irritated.

"What the fuck-" she couldn't complete her sentence when he pulled her out and closed the door.

"We're going to McDonald's," he said.

"Who said? I was about to bake a cake for aunty, leave me alone."

"No. Nothing. We are going. That's it," he said and pushed her into the car seat, closing the door with a thump.

She was taken aback by his aberrant behaviour but he was frustrated! He wanted to spend some time and she was not letting him do that.

"Leave me alone!" She grunted. "Are you kidnapping me?"

"Yeah," he spoke, sitting in the driver's seat. "From now on, you're mine. I have kidnapped you and you have kidnapped me."

"What? Are you high?"

"Maybe."

"Don't drive then," she spoke with wide eyes.

"Shut up and sit back. I am leaving tomorrow, at least be considerate."

"What? Tomorrow? So soon?" She questioned.

"Yeah. Now sit back quietly and let oppa treat you!" He spoke.

"O-oppa? From when you're the oppa?"

"Am I not two months older?"

She scoffed, "Shut up kitty and concentrate driving. I don't want to die."

He chuckled, driving further.

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