Watermelon Sugar | MYG

6

Once you two parted ways, it took you a few minutes to find what looks to be a decently stocked shop. Beggars can't be choosers, and while you would love nothing more than to stroll around a gigantic LIDL store (preferably not in soaked clothing), you had to pick something closer and that meant that you were left to do your shopping in a store that seems more like a gift shop than a supermarket.

First, the booze. While the prices written on the liquor shelf physically hurt you, you don't think twice before putting both gin and whiskey in your basket, before moving on to the snacks. In the snack compartment, Yoongi and you are extremely compatible which is why you don't even blink before grabbing three bags of salt and vinegar chips. Chocolate, cookies, anything and everything that you'd normally walk past because you're trying to be healthy or saving space for actual restaurant-quality food, now find a place in your basket. If you'd bothered to find an actual LIDL around, maybe you could have found some fresh produce and made a nice, maybe even romantic dinner. Alas, it's pigging out night tonight.

One good thing about doing some basic shopping in a gift shop is that you didn't have to bother with finding a clothing store. You giggle to yourself as you pick out t-shirts, those lame touristy t-shirts with GREECE written in that tacky font, trying to find the worst one possible, already imagining Yoongi's reaction and the frown he'll pair with it. One for you, one for him, and no shorts around. Yours seems long enough to pass as a dress and Yoongi, well, he's gonna have to dry his pants if he wants to wear any.

Yoongi finally calls as you help the clerk pack your things. Holding up the phone with your shoulder, you juggle with the bags. "Look, I didn't get anything substantial here. I can try to find a supermarket or a butchery or something, but for now all we have is junk food and booze."

"We have a problem," his words make you freeze at the shop door, a sense of panic taking over you. "The villa was a dead end and I tried to find another. Three, Y/N. I went to three places and they have zero rooms left to rent."

"Are you telling me we don't have a place to stay?" you ask.

"The villa I'm in right now has only one studio available to rent. A double bed one," he tells you. Of course, it had to be something like that. Here you are, thinking about how you don't know what you're feeling and what you want to do about it, and you're all but forced into a situation when there is only one bed. Fuck Murphy and his law.

"Honestly, if you want to keep looking, I'm fine with that. And if you think it's better to rent that one, I'm also fine with that," you shrug, nearly dropping the phone in the process. You're fine with anything, really, but the last thing you want to deal with is him being uncomfortable.

"I think it's better to rent this one," he tells you. "I mean, we'll manage."

"Sure," you swallow a lump. "Also, it's gonna cost less when we split it," you jokingly add, laughing when you hear Yoongi's sigh, very clearly imagining the signature eye roll of his.

"Okay, I'll rent it out and come get you at the cafe we were just at. And while you get cleaned up and settled, I'll go and get some real food, or something. See you in a few."

He hangs up before you have a chance to complain, not wanting him to volunteer to go out in the rain when you're already practically in it. If you ignore him and try to find a supermarket now, you'll only make him wait in the rain for you, so you simply decide to let him win this battle, bracing yourself with a deep breath before stepping out into the rain again.

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