I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and felt} confused. The events of the previous night somehow seemed too surreal to be true.
My mind still ran in circles as I ate breakfast. I lit a cigarette when I left my building and tried to put everything in order: I had confessed that I still loved Yoongi; he asked me out, I accepted. Facts. Those are the facts.
I wondered what he would plan for this date that could set up our relationship again. Despite the anxiety caused by curiosity, I kept telling myself that it was just a date, nothing more, and I shouldn't put too much weight on myself or on him. Perhaps the best way to guarantee a future was not to think about that future. And not even about the past.
The first time we were together I had to leave the past behind as well, I had to forget years of a confusing and complicated dynamic. I had to understand what his motivations were and accept the choices he made. I needed to rearrange some things in my head and let my feelings at that time guide me. Yoongi was a presence that made me feel at ease, a person who allowed me to be happy and free by his side.
I knew he could make me feel the same again, but I would need to reorganize some thoughts again, leave what I feel to be my north and pay more attention to what I do with what these feelings convey to me. I had made a promise to myself that I would be proactive with my wishes. I would not rely on just the luck and goodness of the universe.
Angela greeted me with a smirk on her face. I welcomed her reaction to the way she left me last night. I left my coat and scarf on the rack and headed for my work room.
Some time later I got up, going to the kitchen to make some tea before going out on the terrace to smoke.
I saw Anne sitting in one of the armchairs outside. She was huddled with her cell phone in hand. She only noticed me when I sat on the couch across from her. Her eyes met mine and she smiled at me.
"Good morning, Roos. Did you have a good rest?"
"Yes, I slept just a few hours, but I woke up feeling well. And you?" I asked as I prepared to light my cigarette.
"Me too." She said, putting the phone aside. "Did you enjoy the party yesterday?"
"Yes, everything was great, right? I'm not normally a fan of secret Santa, but yesterday I felt really comfortable."
"Ah! I love it! I like the surprise element of it." She smiled, pleased with the idea. "Do you really know the DJ from yesterday?"
"Yoongi? Yes... he is part of my intimate circle of friends."
"Ah yes... He is very cute, right? I got lost in his smile a few times during the night!" She exclaimed and I smiled, because I knew exactly what she meant. "Are you two close?"
"Hm..." I thought about how to answer him. "Sort of, he was my best friend for a while... he's my ex."
"Ah! Oh, wow..." She looked embarrassed. "What a blunder for me! I was going to ask you if he's single, I wanted his contact."
"He's single, yes, but I don't think I can give you his number."
"Huh?" She frowned.
"He asked me out yesterday and I said yes..." I offered her a smile, I was as embarrassed as she was.
"So is he your ex and maybe also your future boyfriend?" She laughed at the mess I was in.
"Yeah. It is a very complicated situation."
"These matters usually are." She answered me in a good mood and got up. "Well, good luck to you two."
It was just after lunch that my phone vibrated and I saw that it was him texting me wanting to know if I was going to PH after work.
>>>><<<<
I stopped by my house and took my bike, as I normally did on Fridays, to avoid spending too much time in the cold of dawn walking home.
Yoongi was already there, standing around the corner, when I approached the bar.
"I'm sorry if I look a little eager to be here waiting for you."
"That's alright. Have you been here for too long?" I asked, pushing my bicycle into a parking space.
"About 20 minutes..."
"Oh my. I stopped by my house to get the bike." I explained.
"It's okay. Are you going in now?"
"I need to eat something first." I replied by pointing in the direction of the cafe across the street.
"Ah, ok. Okay. I'll see you later, then?"
"Do you want to go with me?" Part of me wanted to kill myself for going too fast, but part of me saw a lot of sense in asking him that question.
He accompanied me and also asked for something to eat. We sat on the counter in front of the window, as I always did and he asked about my day. He laughed sheepishly when I told him that the woman who had helped him assemble the equipment was interested in him.
"She spent most of the night going to ask me to play some songs, really."
"I can't blame her though." I laughed.
"But the only date I have in mind at the moment is with you." He murmured his reply and I leaned in, curious.
"Do you already know what we're going to do?" I answered at a low volume, as if our subject was secret.
"I thought of something cliché." He smiled a shy smile. "But that is also safe... what do you think of dinner and a movie?" I laughed gently at his suggestion.
"I think it's a cool idea. I agree with you, it's a safe date. When do you want to do this?"
"I don't know? This weekend?" He asked with uncertainty and I thought about it for a while.
"It works for me, I don't have anything scheduled." I shrugged my shoulders. "Tomorrow?"
"Yes, I can pick you up at home."
"Cool." I smiled, I felt relieved and stressed at the same time. The nervous smile he gave me could be a reflection of mine.
We walked to the bar together and while he stopped to smoke, I went in.
Maud was already there, accompanied by Timo and Tulip. I slid down the corner bench and received a glass of Timo, who poured the beer from the pitcher for me.
A while later I saw that Yoongi had come in too and was holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, talking to some people near the counter.
We spent the night apart and I didn't see him leaving, having spent most of the night on the dance floor, dancing with Evi and Lotte.
YOU ARE READING
Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]
FanfictionWhere Yoongi and Roos don't get along. "From time to time, and more often than I would like to admit, I wonder if I am making the right choices for my life. Living with a generalized anxiety disorder and yet be in an endless routine of night outs is...