~°~°~°~°~Melody's POV°~°~°~°~°~
"나는 너를 다시 잃지 않을거야." He says under his breath. After grabbing my hand.
There he goes surprising me with his actions and words again. Even though I didn't quite catch the last part of what he said.
His English must not be too shabby for him to speak it as often as he does.
During the remainder of our trip, I can't help but notice how my hand fits so well into his.
I know it's a stretch, but...
I cut my thoughts off before I let them get the best of me.
I'm only thinking that because this is the most physical contact I've had with a guy in months.
"Don't confuse politeness with affection, Melody. We don't want to repeat what happened last time..." I mutter to myself as I focus on keeping pace with Yoongi.
After what seems like hours of speed walking, we finally reach a little ramen shop.
"After you," Yoongi says as he opens the door for me.
'Thank you." I say with a little bow as I step inside.
"こんにちは! 九州ラーメンきお道頓堀へようこそ席を持ってください!" A lady behind the counter says as we walk in.
A weird expression crosses Yoongi's face as he bows to her awkwardly before going to find a table.
I quickly bow as well and join him where he is seated, which is a small booth in a secluded corner of the restaurant.
"Do you know Japanese? (일본어를 아십니까?)" I ask as I sit down.
"간신히, 면접을 위해서만. (Barely, only for interviews.)" He says looking at the menu trying to decipher the options.
Seeing how he is obviously struggling, I take out my phone and open Google Translate, set it to translate Japanese into Korean and set the keyboard Korean. Then I open the camera function.
"Watch. (손목 시계.)" I say as I hover my phone over his menu.
His mouth drops as the Korean translation appears on the screen.
"Woah." He says as he takes my phone and moves it across the menu.
"Isn't it neat? Does it work? (그것은 깔끔한가요? 작동합니까?)" I ask, eager to know what's on the menu for myself.
"완벽하지는 않지만 도움이됩니다. 고맙습니다. (It's not perfect but it helps.)" He smiles.
"Alright, well use that to communicate your order. (알았어. 주문을 전달하는 데 그걸 써라.)" I say gesturing to my phone.
He nods still searching the menu.
"何を注文しますか? (무엇을 주문 했는가?)" The lady asks as my phone translates to Yoongi.
"나는 생각한다, 그녀는 뭘 원하는지 물었다. (I think, she asked what do you want to order.)" He says turning to me while I hold his phone to translate our conversation.
My hand instinctively goes to my pocket where I typically keep my cash. I quickly realize I have no money.
Perfect.
"Water? ( 물?)"
"물. (水.)" He says as she nods.
She turns to Yoongi who begins talking while pointing at things on the menu. Once he is done ordering she leaves to get our drinks.
"네가 배고팠다 고 생각 했어. (I thought you were hungry.)" Yoongi asks after she leaves.
"Yeah... diet?... (네 ... 다이어트 ?...)" I shrug hoping he doesn't question it. I do not want to admit I don't have any money.
He already inconvenienced himself to bring me here, plus he just beat up a guy on my behalf. I've already been a mental and physical burden. I don't want to add a financial burden to the list.
But my stomach has other plans as it growls louder than it had earlier.
Dang, it.
Yoongi sighs as the lady come back with the drinks. She hands him a coffee and then gives me water.
I happily take a sip of it, but quickly recoil from the glass and wrinkle my nose. It has a bleach scent which startled me, but otherwise, it tastes normal.
As I experience my first glass of water from a new country, Yoongi types something into my phone and shows the waitress. She nods and writes onto her order sheet before rushing back to the kitchen.
"What was that about? (그게 뭐였지?)" I ask curiously as to what was said.
"방금 주문에 추가했습니다. (I just added on to my order.)" He shrugs.
"너는 많은 질문을한다. (You ask a lot of questions.) Yoongi observes again as he takes a sip of his coffee.
"Maybe, that's because you haven't asked me anything. (어쩌면, 너는 나에게 아무것도 묻지 않았기 때문일 것이다.)" I quip back at him.
"좋구나, 그래서 너는 댄서라고 들었어. (Alright, so I hear that you are a dancer?)" He says, attempting to start a conversation.
"Oh no! Not at all! Did the guys tell you that? I mean, I can dance but not on the level the band does. It was an accident that I beat Jungkook. You have to ask a better question! (오, 안돼! 전혀! 너희들이 그걸 말 했니? 내 말은, 나는 춤을 출 수 있지만 밴드와 같은 수준은 아니라는 것이다.내가 정크를 때리는 것은 사고였다. 더 좋은 질문을해야합니다!)" I laugh.
"どうぞお召し上がりください! (아무쪼록 드세요!) [Enjoy your meal!]" Our waitress interrupts as she places two bowls in front of us before disappearing back into the kitchen.
"I think she made a mistake... (나는 그녀가 실수했다고 생각한다...) I say, trying to get her attention while trying to avoid the temptation of the food in front of me.
"그냥 입 다물고 음식을 먹어. (Just shut up and eat.)" Yoongi sighs before taking a bite of his own dish.
My mouth drops open at his brash statement. Did he just order food for me and tell me to shut up?
He notices my shock and seizes the moment to shove a helping of noodles into my mouth.
"Mmmmff!" I mumble trying to clear my mouth so I can say something.
However, I quickly become distracted by how tasty the food is. I can't help but smile at him for his kind gesture.
If someone is going to attempt to shut me up, food is always the best way to go.
While we are eating, I feel a chill breeze blow onto me from above which causes me to shiver.
"당신은 차갑? (Are you cold?)" Yoongi asks as he notices.
"I wasn't until they turned the air conditioning on. I must be sitting right under a vent. (나는 그들이 에어컨을 켜기 전까지는 아니었다. 나는 통풍구 바로 아래에 앉아 있어야합니다.)" I say as I search the ceiling.
As I look at the ceiling, I feel my bowl being moved out of my hands.
Excuse me? That's my food.
I shoot Yoongi a warning glare until I see what he has done.
He had made room next to him on his side of the booth for me to sit next to him and had moved my bowl to the other side.
"Awe thank you!" I say as I quickly switch sides.
It's so much warmer on this side!
Yoongi simply nods his head as he quietly continues to eat his meal.
I follow suit, desperately trying to ignore the fact that his leg is up against mine.
It means nothing Melody. Absolutely nothing.
~°~°~°~°~Yoongi's POV°~°~°~°~°~
I knew Melody didn't have any money with her, after all, she was more concerned about grabbing her shoes and phone than she was about her wallet.
It still amuses me how expressive she is without realizing it. I can pinpoint the exact moment she noticed she didn't have her wallet.
I find it interesting that after her discovery, she didn't ask me to help. Instead, she was determined to make a meal out of complimentary water.
Of course, I planned on paying for her meal but it was interesting that she didn't assume I would.
When the waitress came with the bowls she thought it was an accident and tried to send it back.
"그냥 입 다물고 음식을 먹어. (Just shut up and eat.)" I sigh as I take a bite of my own food.
I see that she is still processing what just happened and I notice her mouth is still opened as if she is about to say something.
So I quickly take her chopsticks and shove a helping of noodles in her mouth.
That should buy me a few extra minutes of quiet.
After taking another bite of my food I glance at her to see how she reacted.
Our eyes meet and she gives me a small smile as she continues to eat her food.
There's something about her eyes that constantly capture my attention, and once more I feel that I can not take my eyes off of her.
Why does she make me feel like this?
As we eat, I notice her shiver as a low hum comes from the ceiling.
당신은 차갑? (Are you cold?)" I ask.
"I wasn't until they turned the air conditioning on. I must be sitting right under a vent. (나는 그들이 에어컨을 켜기 전까지는 아니었다. 나는 통풍구 바로 아래에 앉아 있어야합니다.)" She says as she searches the ceiling.
Without a second thought, I move further into the booth creating a spot for her to sit. I then move her drink and then her bowl to the spot next to me.
Apparently, she is protective of her food as she shoots me another one of her warning glares before seeing what I had done.
She thanks me as she slides into the seat next to mine.
Not wanting to make a big deal about it, I stay quiet and continue eating my food.
I can't help but notice how the booth is smaller than normal and how our legs are so close.
Casually, I let my leg lean against hers, closing the gap between us. I watch her from the corner of my eye to see her reaction.
Her breath hitches and a slight flush crawled across her cheeks as she suddenly becomes more focused on her food.
Interesting...
Soon we are both done and we return our phones to each other.
I check the time and it is two forty-five in the morning. The restaurant closes at three so I quickly pay for the meal and head out the door.
As we exit the restaurant, I grab her hand tightly and guide her back to the hotel. I can't help but smile as I see her quietly get flustered again.
"You know, you never asked me a proper question... (너는 나에게 적절한 질문을하지 않았어...) She says creating a diversion as she swings our arms in an attempt to get my attention.
"괜찮아... (Okay...)" I sigh, giving into her antics.
"너와 함께 여기 온 친구들에 대해 말해봐. 왜 그들은 당신을 뒤에 남겨 두었습니까? (Tell me about your friends who came here with you. Why did they leave you behind?)" I ask her bluntly.
I can tell that my question threw her off as her expression falls.
I then find myself listening to her tearfully ramble about her friendship woes.
I have a feeling this might take a while, so I pull her over to a bench so I can fully listen to her tale.
She tells me all about preparing for the trip, the many many hours that she put into research yet when she went to share the things she had learned, they shut her down. She tells me how frustrated she is that they still haven't checked in on her. She also tells about their post and how they completely cut her out of the literal and figurative picture. She waves her phone at me angrily as proof.
I don't even bother trying to say anything because she doesn't take any pauses. So all I can do is listen, which luckily, is my specialty.
When she finally simmers down, I feel it's safe to talk.
"너는 이걸 좋아하지 않을거야... (You're not going to like this...)" I warn wrapping my arm protectively around her shoulders.
"그러나 그들은 진정으로 당신의 친구 인 것처럼 보이지 않습니다. 그들은 당신이 그 (것)들에 익숙 할 때 그리고 당신이이지 않을 때 당신을 위해 당신의 사용이 없을 때 당신을 평가하는 것처럼 보인다. 달래고 자하는 것은 필연적 인 것입니다. 너를 지옥에 빠뜨리고있는 걸 나는 볼 수있다. 어쩌면 이제는 떠날 시간이야 ... (But they don't seem like they are truly your friends. They seem like they only appreciate you when you are of use to them and when you're not, they have no use for you. You trying to appease them is just prolonging the inevitable. And I can see it's putting you through hell. Maybe it's time to walk away...)" I say awkwardly trying to sound as comforting as I can.
She silently nods as she rests her head on my shoulder.
I hold her for a second and let her process things a bit more.
It's now or never... I've put it off long enough.
"너에게 고백 할 게있어... (I have something to confess to you...)" I say sitting up.
I really don't want to do this...
"What? (뭐?)" She asks as she looks up at me, her brown eyes sparkling from previous tears.
"어제, 너에 대해 몇 가지 가정을했을거야... (Yesterday, I might have made some assumptions about you...)" I start hesitantly.
"Oh, is that what you and Namjoon were talking about? (오, 너와 남 주른이 얘기하고 있었던거야?)" Melody asks as she raises her eyebrow.
"네, 사과하고 싶습니다. 당신에 대해 몇 가지 가정을했습니다. 그들은 완전히 비합리적이었습니다. (Yeah, and I want to apologize, I made some assumptions about you and they were completely irrational.)" I look nervously at my feet, unsure how she is going to react.
"Okay... What did you assume?
(괜찮아... 당신은 무엇을 추측 했습니까?)" She asks sitting up, looking me directly in my eyes.
All because of this stupid promise to Namjoon...
"I... I thought you and Namjoon were... Together..." I say quietly.
"What?!"