Chapter Twelve

Hindi na ako magtataka kung sasakit man ang leeg ko ngayon dahil kanina pa ako paulit-ulit na lumilingon sa direksiyon ni Kuya Yoongi.

Panibagong araw sa Min Mansion. I didn't know if he had plans for the day but he didn't go to school. Maagang umalis sina Tita Belle at Tito Thomas kaya hindi na namin nakasabay ang mga ito sa hapag kaninang almusal at para hindi maging tahimik ang dining table dahil dalawa lang kami, nagtagumpay akong ma-isabay si Manang Christy sa amin.

Wala naman siyang sinabi roon kaya mukhang ayos lang sa kaniya. At least, I didn't need to go through the pressure and fear of being with him alone in the dining table because I was occupied with talking with Manang Christy while he, as usual, was silent.

Pagkatapos ng breakfast, katulad ng madalas kong gawin ay naligo muna ako bago bumaba rito sa living room. Nahirapan pa akong piliin ang isusuot ko kanina dahil alam kong nasa bahay lang si Kuya Yoongi. In the end, I got contented with a classic long sleeve dress that reached my knees, enough to cover my legs when I sat. Kulay dilaw iyon at flowing ang dulo katulad ng karamihan sa mga dresses kong nasa closet ko rito sa Min Mansion. I just had my curly hair hanging loosely behind my back.

I wanted to wear just a simple dress but I didn't have those, I only have classic dresses that seemed like tailored during the Spaniard colonization. Hindi ko alam kung sadyang ganoon lang ang taste niya o sadyang napaka-old-fashioned niya lang.

The cold lazy man was surprising me over again.

Nang bumaba ako kanina mula sa kuwarto dala ang sketch pad ko at isang pencil para sa living room mag-drawing ay hindi ko inaasahang bababa rin siya. There were no words said in between us as he just sat silent on the single couch angled on the long couch from where I was. I expected him to stay in his room again all day, and let his eyes get swollen from sleep but he was down just minutes after I went down.

Katulad ko ay mukhang bagong ligo rin siya, though his hair was in different directions, it was obviously wet. The glowing of his moon-kissed skin and the freshness radiating from him just told me that he just got out from the shower. His natural sweet strawberry scent was reaching my place from where he sat, his pair of simple black shirt and black short pants looked so low-key good on him.

Sobrang puti niya kaya nangingibabaw ang kulay niya sa suot niya, idagdag pang itim na itim ang bagsak niyang buhok. His pair of thick eyebrows were also very dark, well-brushed and shaped plus his thin lips was always red and wet due to his casual lickings.

If only I just daringly used the strawberry bath bombs inside my bathroom, we could have been sharing the same scent but I had my own set of shower stuff. My bath bombs smelled like lavender and peppermint like I had used to, Min family knew that.

Once again looking at his direction, my neck soon breaking with that reoccurring move, I caught sight of how he casually pushed his spectacles up his nose while seriously reading something on his phone.

Binuksan niya iyong TV kanina at nilipat sa cartoon network channel na lubos kong ipinagtaka gayong hindi naman niya hilig iyon. Handa pa nga siyang makipag-away sa akin noon para lang mapanood ang paborito niyang basketball broadcast.

I thought he was going to watch but two cartoon series passed by already and he was still focused on his phone, I had already drawn different cartoon characters on my sketch pad and he still didn't move in his seat.

Nagbukas pa siya ng TV kung hindi naman pala siya manonood…

Hindi ko tuloy mapigilang isipin kung si Ate Mira na naman ba ang dahilan kung bakit tila abalang-abala siya sa phone niya. He didn't do social media, sure he played online games but he was very silent I was sure he was texting.

I honestly didn't want to hate Ate Mira, the kind lady was way too nice to be hated anyway but I just didn't like how she was slowly pulling Kuya Yoongi from his usual trance.

Sila na nga kaya? I had always imagined Kuya Yoongi and Ate Mira together. They had been very compatible and very matching in my eyes. They had been… what was really wrong with me? Why did it seem like I couldn't take into that idea anymore? Why it didn't sound good anymore?

Kuya Yoongi and Ate Mira…

Panicking, my heart within my chest suddenly being rattled, I immediately brought my sight back to my sketch pad when he slowly turned his head to me. Tumagal sa isipan ko ang malapusang mga mata niya mula sa likod ng suot niyang salamin sa saglit na pagtatama ng mga mata naming iyon. Isiniksik ko ang sarili ko sa pinakadulo ng couch, itinaas ko ang mga paa ko at kunyaring inabala ang sarili sa pag-do-drawing gayong wala nang ibang nasa isip ko kung hindi iyong mga mata niya.

Sana kasi umuwi na sila Mommy at Daddy. I seriously didn't like what had been happening to my insides. I couldn't understand anymore why I was having such feelings deep within me that I couldn't put a name into. I needed my Mommy to answer my inquiries about such feelings and I needed my Daddy to make me feel that I would be fine.

I stiffened in my seat when I clearly heard him utter a loud sigh. Hindi ko alam kung sinadya niya bang iparinig sa akin iyon. I tried so hard not to turn my head to him to look. I suddenly wished a maid would come, or Manang Christy to cut the tension I was feeling between us.

Tension?! Tension!

Fraye, that something you're feeling, it must be tension! Naninibago ka lang sa kaniya! You've lived your whole life fearing him, and now that he's showing you behaviour he doesn't usually show, you're just being unfamiliar about it! Ease up! Ease up!

Ease up… I mentally nodded my head, agreeing to that smart part of my mind as I firmly closed my eyes. I needed to ease up.

"What are you doing?"

Quickly bringing my eyes to open, I almost jumped in my seat when I heard his soft yet deep voice. Mahina lang ang boses niya, hindi naman siya malapit sa akin pero pakiramdam ko, sa mismong tainga ko siya nagsalita.

I was seriously hating this feelings! Nakaka-inis pa dahil mukhang wala siyang ideya sa kung anong nararamdaman ko! Bakit hindi na lang siya bumalik sa dati?! Pakiramdam ko pa rin naman, minamanipula niya ako, pakiramdam ko hawak pa rin niya ako sa leeg pero sa ibang paraan na! He didn't hurt me physically anymore, but he was hurting me emotionally! Mas gusto ko na lang yata iyong pinapalo niya ako kaysa sa ganito!

The feeling was new and bizarre for me, it was something I couldn't handle, something I didn't know how to handle because it was too much for me.

Mariin kong kinagat ko ang pang-ibabang labi ko nang salubungin ng mga mata ko ang mga mata niya. His kitten eyes, as usual, blinked at me in laziness behind his spectacles.

I had never liked his eyes, I had never liked how he didn't think of anything but sleep but for a moment, but then I realized how beautiful and solemn his eyes were. Hindi dahil magaganda ang mga iyon, but because no one would ever think how those kitten lazy eyes could send fears to anyone it held.

He really had a soft and feminine appearance, too far from his harsh and rough personality.

"I… I'm just wondering why… w-why you don't hit me anymore…" As long as the words slipped out my mouth, I quickly regretted every syllable spoken when I saw how his eyes instantly narrowed when his eyebrows met. Kumalabog ang dibdib ko nang lumitaw ang mga buto sa panga niya dahil sa pag-iigting.

I thought I already understood what was happening to him but when he started breathing harshly, his chest sticking out for every desperate inhale of air and his shoulders falling for every eager breathe of air, I realized something was seriously wrong with him.

Mabilis kong binitawan ang sketch pad at pencil ko saka nagmamadaling nilapitan siya. "K-Kuya…" I was about to reach for his shoulder when he quickly stood up and stepped back as far as possible from me, as if he dreaded to be touched by me.

"Don't. Don't. Touch. Me." He angrily growled at me.

I watched him desperately fix his breathing as he started whispering something. Mas naguluhan ako nang marinig kong siyang nagbibilang mula one hanggang ten. Paulit-ulit iyon na para bang kailangan niya ng ibang bagay para ibaling ang takbo ng isipan niya.

Hindi niya lang alam na habang na hirap na hirap siya sa ginagawa niya, abala ang mga mata ko sa paninitig sa kabuuan niya.

He looked too… it was too hard to pick the right word for it because I couldn't believe I was seriously thinking about it but for real, he looked too hot while his head was arched back, his long thick neck showing how his Adam's apple was bobbing up and down and his hair rudely pushed back, showing his wide and smooth forehead.

Hindi pa nakatulong sa maduming tinatakbo ng isipan ko tungkol sa kaniya ang marahas niyang pagbulong. His voice sounded husky and rough…

Fraye! You seriously need to see a shrink! You're clearly drooling over the cold man! Kuya mo siya!

Pero hindi naman kami blood-related!

"You're… c-counting." I stated what he was obviously doing. Hindi niya ako pinansin at nagpatuloy sa kung anong ginagawa niya. "Kuya Yoongi!" inis kong sigaw dahil mas ginulo lang niya ang utak ko.

Hindi siya nagulat sa ginawa ko pero unti-unti siyang nag-settle down. Isang malalim na buntong-hininga pa ulit ang pinakawalan niya bago niya tamad na itinuro sa akin ang direksiyon ng hagdan.

Nanatili akong nakatitig sa kaniya, naiinis na dahil sa kakaibang ikinikilos niya simula noong araw matapos ang birthday niya at hindi ko nagugustuhan kung paanong dahil sa pagbabago niyang iyon ay may namumuong kung anong pakiramdam sa akin.

Iyong takot ko sa kaniya, tila napalitan ng pakiramdam na mas malakas pa at mas malalim, pakiramdam na hindi ko talaga magawang pangalanan dahil bago sa akin.

"Go to your room. Doon ka mag-drawing," he simple said, finally calmed down from what was happening to him a while ago and his cheeks both sinking in as he bit them from the insides. At kahit kailan, hindi na talaga mawawala sa kaniya ang pagiging bossy.

"No," matigas kong sagot, malakas ang loob dahil sa ipinakita niya sa akin kanina.

Kumunot ang noo niya pero hindi ako nagpadala roon. Kung may napagtanto man ako, iyon ay sigurado akong hindi na niya ako sasaktan physically. I didn't know what was up to him earlier but I knew, I knew it was something about him controlling himself.

Galit siya kanina. It was so clear. He could have gotten mad at me and spanked me like he used to but for some unknown reason… he was holding back.

Why? I didn't know. I didn't want to know, not when I was having troubles and confusion within myself too.

"No?" He repeated me in a hard tone, jaw clenching again and eyes narrowing. Nameywang siya sa harap ko, nasa mukha ang sobrang pagpipigil.

"No. I said no!" I hardly screamed at him, imitating his hard tone and trying to show him my strong façade when deep inside, I was low-key wanting to hit myself for being this brave to him.

"Julie." His voice dripped with warning and caged anger. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pigil na pigil siya! Hah! Nauntog na yata at na-realize niyang mali iyong mga pinaggagawa niya sa akin noon!

"If you want, you go to your room! Matulog ka roon magdamag tulad ng madalas mong gawin! I'm staying here!" matigas kong pasya saka padabog na naglakad pabalik sa puwesto ko kanina. Ipinakita ko sa kaniya kung paanong padabog ko ring pinagdadampot ang mga drawing materials ko saka siya sinamaan ng tingin.

I internally feasted when I saw his furrowed brows and gaped lips. He clearly didn't expect me to act tough and brave in front of him and I liked how I could use his desperate anger control for my own advantage. Ang tagal ko ring nagtiis sa mga pangmamanipula niya. I even came to a point where I feared to anger him because he always hurt me physically…

Kung anuman ang dahilan niya kung bakit nagpipigil siyang saktan ako ay lubos akong nagpapasalamat doon.

"Yah, I didn't raise you to bark back at me," he uttered in a defeated tone. He stared at me like I betrayed him, like he couldn't do what he used to do to me anymore. He looked as if he was really, really defeated.

Umawang ang bibig ko dahil sa sinabi niya. Anong sinasabi ng lalaking ito? Anong sinasabing niyang siya ang nagpalaki sa akin?! And bark?! Did I look like a dog to him?

"I'm not a dog, Kuya!" Nagagalit na talaga ako. Something deep inside me must have woken up with the fact that he couldn't hurt me anymore. He just gave me reason to fight back for myself.

Nameywang siya sa harap ko. Salubong pa rin ang mga kilay pero pinid na pinid na ang mga labi. He looked ethereal even with his blank expression. Isa rin sa mga ipinagtataka ko sa kaniya, kayang-kaya niyang mabilis na magbago ng ekspresiyon. His usual face expression was his lazy blank face, and the others were just the variants.

For anyone who didn't personally know him, it would take them long before they understood him. Hindi rin naman siya madaling iintindihin para sa akin kahit na kilala ko siya pero dahil aware ako sa ugali niya, alam ko kung kailan siya totoong inis na.

He was mad now. He was angry. But he was also controlled. Very, very controlled.

"To your room, Julie." He tried again, but with less conviction.

Umiling ako. "You go to your room, Kuya."

Triumph waved at me right in front of my eyes when he loudly sighed in defeat. Pinigilan ko ang ngumisi ng malapad dahil hindi ko inaakalang susuko na siya. Galit siya pero nagpigil talaga siya!

Nang tumalikod na siya, laglag ang mga balikat ay tuluyan na akong napangisi. Hindi na rin ako nagsalita nang tahakin niya ang direksiyon patungo sa hagdan pero imbis na umakyat ay lumiko siya sa kinaroroonan ng puting grand piano at naupo roon.

I almost caught my breath when his vague image while he played the piano popped in my mind. Noong bata pa ako ay madalas ko siyang panooring mag-piano, palaging napapakalma ng marahang pindot ng mga mahahabang daliri niya sa bawat keys ang takot kong puso.

He would make me cry, but with his passion in music, he would also make up for it. He always used to pamper me and lull me using his talent in playing the piano.

I would be really delighted to hear him play the piano again, not in one of their parties but at such a moment like this.

A moment with only the two of us.

"First love." Muli akong naglakas-loob na magsalita.

His head quickly snapping back at me the moment he had himself seated on the chair in front of the piano. Salubong na naman ang mga kilay niya, hays.

"What?" pabalyang tanong niya, halatang naiinis pa rin.

Biting my lower lip to suppress a smile as I still didn't know if teasing him was already acceptable when he was just starting to show me this new side of him. Ayaw ko namang ma-pick up iyong makakapag-trigger na talaga ng galit niya. Baka mapigtas ko iyong huling hibla ng pagpipigil niya.

The last thing I wanted to happen was to pull the old Kuya Yoongi back from him when I was already liking him… this new him.

"First love. You wrote a song before and it was what you used to play for me," sagot ko, ngumunguso para pagbigyan niya.

"You don't tell me what to do, Julie. Mag-drawing ka riyan at huwag mo akong pansinin," inis niyang sabi saka humarap na sa piano.

"But I just want to hea—"

"Fine! Fine! Shut up and let me play in peace!" He screamed angrily, his back tensing from the way he sat straight and muscles from his arms showing.

Hindi ko alam na ikatutuwa kong makita siyang ganito. Iyong pagpipigil niya? It gave me entertainment as I saw him struggling to keep himself intact together, and it gave me courage and bravery to freely talk to him. Kung sana noon pa niya naisip na magbago, noon pa lang sana nagkasundo na kami!

I smiled warmly when finally, a soothing sound of piano keys in a perfect composition blared in the air. Itinaas kong muli ang mga paa ko sa couch para indian sit ang pagkaka-upo ko, sa ibabaw ng mga hita ko ay ang sketch pad ko. I started drawing again while listening to what his talented fingers were doing on the keys.

Ganoon lang maging sa sumunod na mga minuto. Kahit nang dumating si Manang Christy para maghatid ng meryenda ay wala itong sinabi pero napangiti nang makita si Kuya Yoongi. The song wasn't long but he had ways to play it in loops without making it sound like he just repeated the song.

It was soothing, the atmosphere was soothing that it almost made me not want to lose it anymore.

I wanted it to last longer.

Nakangusong tinitigan ko ang isang baso ng gatas na tamad niyang inilapag sa coffee table na nasa harap ko. Naroon din sa mesa ang sketch pad ko, katabi ang isang bowl ng strawberry cookies na pinagka-abalahan niyang i-bake kanina. Katulad kahapon ay wala rin siyang lakad kaya nandito siya sa bahay.

I guessed they were already in vacation also.

Wala siyang sinabi nang matapos niyang ilapag ang baso ng gatas ay pumuwesto siya sa single couch, hawak sa isang kamay ang isang mug ng panigurado ay kape. He loved black coffees, total contrast to his pale white skin.

Hindi ko siya inutusang itimpla ako ng gatas, gawain talaga niya iyon noon pa.

He still thought of me as a child. Great.

"Thank you, Kuya…" I softly uttered while staring at him, trying to catch his eyes that he seemed to avert from mine. Sumuko ako nang mukhang hindi talaga siya titingin sa gawi ko. Dinampot ko na lang ulit ang sketch pad ko at nag-drawing ng kung anu-ano.

Last night, I talked to my parents to sleep. Kinamusta lang nila ako at siyempre, nag-promise ding bibilisan nila kung anuman ang tinatrabaho nila roon para maka-uwi na. They also promised me a trip when they arrived home, even left me the decision to where I wanted us to go. Bakasyon naman kaya natuwa ako.

Normally, they would buy me stuff I liked to make it up for me. Hindi naman ako nanghihingi sa kanila. I wasn't a materialistic person, I was fine with whatever I had or what I could afford with my own money. Madalas talagang dalawa sila parati ang lumalabas ng bansa kapag may mga business conventions or gatherings.

De Asis Holdings had trustworthy people inside the management, isa pa, hindi lang naman ang mga magulang ko ay may-ari noon. The board had also rights and responsibilities over the company so it was only right that they took care of it while my parents were away.

Sa buong maghapong iyon, tulad ng sa mga naunang araw, tumambay lang kami sa living room habang abala sa kaniya-kaniyang pinagkaka-abalahan. Ako, dahil wala naman akong ibang pupuntahan. Siya, maiintindihan ko kung nasa kuwarto lang siya pero mas pinipili niyang samahan ako sa living room.

Hindi naman bago iyon dahil minsan noon, para mabantayan ako ay sinasamahan niya talaga ako. He had his own basketball court just around the mansion but he only always played there when his friends were here.

It stayed like that for the following days. Kung minsan ay nasa harap siya ng piano habang nag-do-drawing ako at kung minsan ay nasa kusina siya at nag-bi-bake ng strawberry cookies. Hindi ko lang masabi sa kaniya pero umay na umay na ako.

Wala ba siyang ibang alam na i-bake?

My tongue and my throat were burning already at the slightly sour and sweet taste of strawberry. Hindi ko lang din masabi sa kaniyang ayaw ko na dahil nakikita kong effort niya iyon. He was a very lazy man, baking would seriously take him strength and more movements.

Malay ko ba kung ipinagkakait na pala niya sa sarili niya ang pagtulog? Uh-uh, we didn't want Kuya Yoongi to deprive himself his beloved sleep, did we?

One of the things that changed in between us, he might not know or he just didn't really show me, I liked it every time he was getting pissed off my low-key teasing. He was really trying his hardest not to get his anger get the most out of him, and I appreciated him for that.

Bakit siya nagpipigil? Ayaw na ba niyang saktan ako? For that reason, I was flattered.

Hindi na rin talaga bumalik dito si Kuya Taehyung. I didn't know if Kuya Yoongi had seriously banned the charming guy from coming here or Kuya Taehyung just had other things to do.

Nang matapos akong mag-drawing para sa araw na iyon, ilang pahina na rin ng sketch pad ang nagagamit ko ay inilabas ko ang phone ko para kuhanan iyon ng litrato. I hadn't posted anything since the last last day. May natatanggap na akong comments sa last post ko na na-mi-miss na ako ng mga roses ko, some of them were even demanding a live for my inactivity.

Fraye: messy sketch in a lazy afternoon

Tulad ng inaasahan, dinagsa kaagad ng mga roses ko ang post ko. They complimented my drawing, they had always known that I loved to draw. Isa rin sa content ng feeds ko ang mga drawings ko. I happily replied some of them. Mayroon talagang nag-di-demand ng live kaya wala akong nagawa kung hindi ang pagbigyan sila.

At first, I hesitated because Kuya Yoongi was here. I hadn't really went live with him around. Mga magulang ko pa lang talaga ang nakasama ko na sa pag-la-live. Naisip kong hindi ko naman kailangan ipaalam sa mga roses ko na magkasama kami sa living room, it wasn't as if the camera of my phone would reach his location.

Huwag lang siyang magsasalita and we were good.

Slightly peeking at him, I decided to go live when I saw him so focused on his phone. Inayos ko ang phone ko sa coffee table at hinayaang tumayo ito gamit ang ring na nakadikit sa likod. I could use my iPad since that was where I always went live but it was upstairs and taking it would take time.

Inaayos ko ang buhok ko nang lumitaw ako sa screen. It took first almost five minutes before my roses arriving, the notification was late yet again. Ngumiti ako sa screen nang makita kong may mga bumabati na sa comment section. Hearts were also fast as they rose up together with any other flattering emoticons.

'hi fraye i missed you!'

'omgg you look so pretty in your dress!'

'whats the brand of ur dress fraye?'

'finally ive been waiting for your live!'

'i miss you frayeee!'

Nang makita kong marami-rami na rin ang nag-join ay kumaway na ako saka bumati. "Hello! Aw, I miss you too!" I even flew them a kiss.

Normally, my live would take twenty minutes as the longest duration and I didn't intend to stay long now because I just really went live to show myself to them. Maybe talk a bit about this and that and then promise them that I would be back again.

'saw ur drawing @fraye! Its beautiful!'

I took my sketch pad on the table and showed it to the screen upon reading that comment. Bahagya kong tinakpan ang sarili ko nito para lang makita ng buo sa screen ng phone ko. The comment section was also filled with hearts to show their appreciation for my drawing.

"Thank you. It's summer break and I don't have a place to go so I just stay home and draw and draw and draw," magiliw kong sabi. Muli kong inayos ang buhok ko dahil may ilang hiblang nalalaglag sa balikat ko patungo sa dibdib ko. I put them all on my back so they wouldn't be a disturbance as I put the sketch pad back on the table.

'yeah vacation's boring without trips'

'i have summer classes! thats worst yall!'

'you still at the min's house frayanne?'

Mabilis akong tumango sa huling comment na nabasa ko. "Yep! My parents are still out of the country so I have to stay here! I don't easily get bored because I have things to do like drawing. I might post an activity for you all later so you'll have something to do!" I giggled as my mind quickly escalated an activity to throw my roses.

Nagpapa-activity rin talaga ako at palagi silang active lahat. Minsan nga kahit hindi roses ay sumasali basta interesado.

Maraming na-excite sa sinabi ko. Hindi ko na masundan ang mga comments dahil mabilis silang nawawala kaagad dahil sa mabilis na pagtaas.

Waving at the screen, my attention diverted to Kuya Yoongi's direction when from the corners of my eyes, I saw him stand up. Walang sabi-sabing naglakad siya paalis at dahil naka-upo ako sa long couch ay madadaanan niya ako bago siya maka-akyat sa hagdan kung balak niyang umakyat.

Sinundan ko siya ng tingin. Only staring shortly at me, he silently walked past me behind the couch and went upstairs. Dumaan pa sa ilong ko ang mabango niyang amoy. Bumuntong-hininga ako saka muling ibinalik sa screen ang tingin ko para lang mapanguso nang makita kong iisang pangalan na lang ang nasa comment section.

Kahit na mabilis ang pagtaas noon, madali pa ring mababasa dahil halos lahat ay pareho.

'yoongi min???'

'YOONGI! was that yoongi?!!!'

'OMG! YOURE WITH YOONGI!'

'i finally saw you together with yoongi'

'shocks yoONGI just passed by but my heart has gone wild!'

'I knew it! it was yoongi!'

'he dating mira drewford, right?'

'yoongi looking so handsome tho he just passed by!'

'HAPPY BIRHTDAY YOONGIIII!'

'whats his ig account anyway?'

'do a live with him frayeee'

Ganoon kadali lang niyang naagaw ang atensiyon ng mga roses ko mula sa akin. Dumaan lang siya, naglakad lang siya sa likod ko at nahagip lang siya ng screen pero halos magwala na ang mga roses ko dahil sa kaniya.

I bet, if he would ever go live, IG would crash.

Hindi ko rin alam kung paano ko sasagutin ang mga nasa comment kaya ngumiti na lang ako at mabilis na nagpaalam. I promised them again the activity and that I would be back soon.

Humalukipkip ako nang matapos ang live saka masamang tinitigan ang walang kamalay-malay na mga cookies sa harap ko. Ginawa ba niya iyon para sirain ang pag-la-live ko?! Puwede namang hinintay na muna niyang matapos ako bago siya umakyat! Ang salbahe talaga niya! Papansin!

Sa sobrang inis ko, hindi ko namalayang gumuguhit na naman ako. Biting my lower lip hard, I hardly suppressed a laugh from coming out as I saw my drawing.

It was Kuya Yoongi, with a demonic face, whiskers and two long horns.