The contract with Death! M.YG× Reader

Chapter 10: 22 Days Until-

You're not eating lunch with us today, are you?"

I slammed my locker shut as I juggled the notebooks and textbooks in my arms, giving Chaeyoung an apologetic look. It was Monday, and it was way too early for me to come up with a good response to that question.

She was leaning up against the locker beside mine, arms crossed over her sparkly designer shirt. The expression on her face was an unusual one. Her eyebrows were pinched together and she was more or less pouting, but at the same time she looked like she was almost bubbling with excitement.

"So you're sitting with Yoongi again," she said when I didn't answer her question.

I had difficulty deciding if she was annoyed that I'd bailed on her lately, or if she was having fun at my expense. "He's not a bad guy, Chae," I said tightly. "He's actually kind of . . . nice."

Okay, using nice as an adjective to describe Yoongi was a far cry from the truth, but I'd noticed over the past few days that he had these moments where he didn't look like he wanted to slap people. I counted that as a success.

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow, looking disbelieving, but then she cracked a smirk and started to giggle. She kept giggling until she was breathless, making me even more confused than before.

"Is something funny?" I demanded, wondering if I should feel offended or not.

"Oh, no, no, of course not," Chaeyoung said, waving a hand. "It's just that you must really have it bad if you think somebody like Yoongi is nice."

"Sorry?"

"C'mon, Y/n, I know you're not this stupid."

"What are you talking about?"

I had a sinking suspicion I knew exactly what Chaeyoung was hinting at, but I sincerely hoped I was wrong.

"Just admit it," Chaeyoung huffed out, sounding exasperated. "You so like Archer."

"What? I do not!"

I should've known from the beginning that this was where Chaeyoung was headed. I ground my teeth together while she started babbling about how she couldn't believe I would've actually fallen for someone like Min Yoongi, her sentences interspersed with laughter.

"Look, Chae," I said as I shoved my things into my bag, straightening up. "I know I'm kind of all over the place right now, and I'm sorry, but I swear I'm not into Yoongi, okay? He's just a . . . a . . ."

Actually, what was Yoongi to me? I would've been lying to myself if I said I didn't feel something for Yoongi, because I did. But I didn't like him like that. That wasn't what this was about. It couldn't be about that. It wasn't even an option when the days were steadily ticking down against me. What I felt was concern. Possessiveness. A need to make sure Archer was alive. I was pretty sure Death did not intend for me to develop a crush, and therefore I wouldn't.

What did that make Yoongi to me, then?

"Yoongi's just a . . . what?" Chaeyoung asked, looking amused.

"He's just a guy," I finished lamely, even though I knew he was so much more than that.

"You've been sure spending a lot of time with that guy lately," Chaeyoung said, giggling again. "I'm not sure what you see in him, but I've been waiting forever for you to actually show interest in someone, so I guess Min will have to do for now."

"Excuse me?" I blurted, caught off guard. "Just because I'm not chasing after boys doesn't mean I—"

"Has he asked you out on a date?"