Yoongi's pov

The sound of a loud beeping alarm clock interrupted my sleep as I curled into a ball, "turn it off." I groaned. The sound of the alarm clock was starting to get clearer as I was coming to my sense, the door slammed open as nurses came running into my grandmother's room. I sat up immediately in my seat alarmed from the nurses barging into the room.

The sun rose up behind the tall buildings, little ray of sunlights peek into the room. Everything was in slow motion, "you need to get out of the room young man." a male nurse came up to push me out of the room. "What's wrong with my grandmother? What is wrong?" I shouted trying to break free from this male nurse as another nurse came to push me away, this time a female nurse.

"We need to figure that out until you leave sir, we need it as quiet as possible in the room, now can you please excuse us to do our work?" The female nurse said quickly pushing me out of the room. They closed the door behind them once they successfully left me out of the room.

I paced back and forth ruffling my hair anxiously. A nurse ran out of the room calling for Dr. Choi and soon he came running down the hall and into the room, I wanted to stop him but I knew that if I did I could risk danger to my grandmother. I sat on the seat outside of the room anxiously bouncing my leg, school was about to start soon but I didn't care, I wanted to make sure that my grandmother was okay before I could peacefully leave the hospital.

The nurses and doctor has been in the room for twenty minutes now. I tried calling mom and dad but their phones were off, I left tons of voicemails as I anxiously sat in my seat. Dr. Choi came out of the room covered in sweat while panting, I quickly stood up, "is my grandmother okay?"

Dr. Choi wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed reassuringly, "her heart collapsed, thankfully I arrived there in time or else we would've lost her. We need to keep a close eye on her now." Dr. Choi explain as I fell back into the seat in relief, "When she wakes up I will call you. Did you call your parents?" He asked, I nodded, "I left voicemails." Dr. Choi nodded again.

"You should get to school, you're already thirty minutes late." Dr. Choi looked at his wrist watch, "you know what never mind, I'll drop you off it takes you a while to arrive school." Dr. Choi offered as I could only nod, my body shook in fear of losing my grandmother.

I exit out of Dr. Choi's car and walked in to school. I got a pass to excuse my late attendance, dragging my feet wherever my legs walked to. My mind was completely blank walking into the empty halls while class is proceeding on.

I stopped in front of a close wooden door, sliding the door open I walked into the room. The smell of fresh paint and wooden board filled my nostrils. I stood in front the splattered painting of the crying boy.

The colorful hair, the eyes, and tears I observed carefully. The small stroke of the brush slowly becoming thicker, the agressivness of the strokes expresses the emotion. The colors of the hair and on the face represents the colors of life and how beautiful it is. The black outlinings and black splatters represents that there can be a lot of shit that comes in your way, and your emotions.

You are broken and dead on the inside, but you show others your colors. I can see my reflection through this painting, a mirroring image of me. I show others how I want them to see me, but I never project my real thoughts to anyone.

"What are you doing here?" A soft feminine voice interrupted my thoughts. I didn't need to look towards the door to know who it is. "I'm here to stare at your painting." I simply replied not looking away from the painting.

"Why?" She asked offended. I shrugged stupidly, "because I want to," I nonchalantly stood in front of the painting although I do know the reason why I am here. Uee sighed and walked towards the table full of paint. Her arm was still in a cast as I heard paintbrushes topple onto the floor like a bunch of leggos.

I went over to help pick up the paintbrushes, "leave it." She sternly said while slowly picking the paintbrushes off the floor. I ignored her remark and kept picking up the paintbrushes off the floor, Uee sighed heavily.

We both stood up face to face after we picked up the brushes from the floor. We stood in silence as I continue to scan her petite face. A piece of her hair fell in front of her face irritating her as she sort out the brushes from size. She crinkle her nose from the piece of hair tickling her nose. I chuckle silently, 'how adorable' I thought.

I reached my hand over to her, running through her soft black hair as she slightly flinched. I extracted my hand away from her hair already feeling terrible for making her scared of me. "You should do something to your hair so it doesn't bother you so much." I commented.

Uee put the brushes away in their respected cups according to sizes of the bristles. "Why, does it annoy you?" She softly asked in a quiet voice. I snickered, "more like, it annoys you." I smiled widely as she glared at me from the side. "What are you really doing here?" She turn to look at me after she put the last brush away.

I stared at her casted arm blankly, "I came to interpret your painting." I said. Uee stared at me and snorted while shaking her head, "Great story, I totally believe what you're saying." She walked around me as I turn around following wherever she is walking. "I'm not lying," I said seriously, "if anyone in this world who is struggling in life and looked at that paintng, observed it enough and interpret it to themselves could understand that painting." I nod my head towards her painting.

She turn to look at her painting, we both admired the beauty and message of the painting. "The painting speaks." I said out loud. "How would you know about the meaning of the painting?" She looked over her shoulder.

"Everyone goes through shit in their life, life isn't always perfect or how you want it to go. It's an everyday struggle and we suffer but on the other hand, life can be a beautiful thing if you treat it right." I spoke as I kept my gaze on the painting.

The art room fell silent, "How would you know life can be beautiful when you've put me through hell?" She remarked turning to face me. I sighed looking down at my feet, "I'm sorry, the way I treated you wasn't the correct way. I feel guilty and I regret it. I-I'm really sorry." I look down at my feet letting my head hung in guilt.

Uee sigh walking towards her canvas, she dipped her brush into the pitch black paint and stroked it on the canvas. "I don't know if I should forgive you or not." She said titling her head to the left. "You don't have to." I replied back, "I treated you horribly. If I could go back in time I would totally change the way I treated you." I sighed tapping my fingers on the table.

Uee moved her wrist as the colors came to life. "Stop apologizing, hearing it once was enough. I forgive you... but I wont ever forget what you did to me." She dipped her brush in the cup of water. She turn her head to look at me over her shoulder slightly smiling, "I just want to live in happy life. Or at least I try to." She turn back to the canvas and continued painting.

The room fell silent again hearing myself breathe, hearing the brush against the canvas. "Can I make it up to you?" I asked breaking the silence. Uee pulled her brush away from the canvas, turning around completely to face me.

"And what if you do?" She asked tilting her head and furrowing her brows.

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TBC!

Hello sorry for long hiatus, I've been busy with school because I'm taking AP classes and work as well.

I already wrote this chapter but I had to finish it, so here it is! ENJOY!