Train to Daegu || MYG.

CHAPTER 16

Young-Mi's POV

As he said that, you suddenly realised that a handful of your pictures would only be Yoongi-centered, and that they would be strictly for your eyes only.

It was highly unprofessional of you and even you knew that you couldn't help yourself put snap some pictures of him. He was their honorary guest afterall, he had the right to have more pictures than all the other guests, right? As you looked through your camera roll, the ratio of his pictures compared to the couple's wasn't foreshadowing anything good for your heart.

By the end of the wedding, this familiar yet uncomfortable feeling seized you. It reminded you of all the bad that had happened from you falling in love at a wedding - the hours of cries, the hours you spent being yelled at.

Cupid was truly stupid shooting you at these exact moments - during weddings, and especially at work. Stupid because the first time he had made you suffer, and stupid now because you didn't want to destroy this blossoming relationship you had with Yoongi, either platonic or not. You were battling inside as the party was slowly dimming and you felt a hand on your shoulder, patting you gently.

“So, what do you think about the couple and the decorations? They are beautiful, right?” he asked as his eyes gestured around the wedding hall.

“Well, they're good. I mean the couple is beautiful, the scenery is amazing... I wish it was my wedding to be painfully honest with you,” you replied with a little smile and he smiled too.

“Yeah, I wish it was mine too,” he sighed with a little bit of regret.

“Maybe next time,” you joked, before turning your face away towards your camera in order to hide the blush that was starting to become visible on your face. You had to focus on the pictures.

“Young-Mi,” he started and you hummed to notify him that you were listening, “I know it's probably not the most appropriate moment, and well, especially after you had told me everything and stuff...” You were still listening, pretending to be distracted by the pictures you were taking. But you were not. “Well, I really like spending time with you. It's nice to be with someone that understands what you're going through and... uhmm.. wouldn't you mind if we would go through all of this, together?”

“Together?” you repeated, looking at him now, your camera at your chest level.

“Yes, I am probably asking you on a date in a very weird and kind of creepy manner, but yes, this is what I mean by together.” His face was portraying every ounce of shyness, as his hands were fidgety. He was truly adorable.

Your reply was only a smile, which only worsen your cheeks. Both of you were blushing aggressively than the newly-wedded couple.

Love was really a contagious feeling... and you could never been happier.