Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]

E I G H T Y E I G H T

We arrived in Hilversum in the early evening.

It was silly, but I really felt like I had lived a dream. Yoongi guided us to his car, which was parked near the station.

"Do you want me to leave you at home?"

"Yes. Do you want to have dinner with me there?"

"I'd like that."

The first thing I did after entering the apartment was to open the terrace door and walk to the parapet. Yoongi followed me in silence, already knowing my plans, even though I hadn't told him.

He sat on the small sofa behind me and opened the small old Christmas tin he brought with him.

"You have a lot of furniture." He commented casually.

"Hm." I mumbled, sitting down next to him and took the unlit joint from his hands.

"Is there anything you want to take with you?"

"No furniture. But I'm going to take my clothes, of course, and the books. There are some pictures that I have hanging on the walls that I really like too." I said after a few moments, after releasing the smoke that filled my lungs.

"But what about small decor?"

"It's all knickknacks." I shrugged my shoulders. "There is only my collection of magnets that I bring wherever I go, but your fridge is hidden in the cupboard."

"We can buy a metal plate for them."

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I woke up alone the next day, Yoongi had gone to sleep at home. I had received a response from the real estate company on Monday afternoon, but I still hadn't had the courage to open it.

I walked to work wondering when it would be the last time I would be able to walk there. After I moved to Yoongi's house, the most efficient way for me to get to work would be my bike again. By my calculations, it would take me about fifteen minutes to cycle there.

I received another load of chapters from the book on fertility to review, this would be the last or the second to last one. I let my mind stay there during the day, taking short breaks for cigarettes and a longer one for lunch.

I had just arrived at my psychologist's office when my phone rang.

"Hi?"

"Hi! Have you arrived at your psychologist?" His voice reached my ears through the small speaker.

"I just got here, why?"

"Is it already raining there? Here it is very strong and the forecast says it will rain like this for the next two hours. I can pick you up when you're done." He informed me and I knew he would come even if I said I didn't have to.

"Okay, you know the address here, right?"

"Yes. 19:30?"

"Yes."

"See you soon."

" Thank you! See you, I love you."

"I love you, too." I heard it for last, before the line went dead.

It was still raining heavily when I opened the door of the small building where the office was located and saw Yoongi's car standing at the door. I ran up to him, circling the car and sinking into the passenger seat in a few seconds.

"Do you believe that theory that if you don't run, you get as much or less drops?" He asked me after kissing me.

"I think it is not a theory, it seems that it is proven... but I run to reduce the exposure time, not the amount of drops I will get."

"I run too, but I always think of that later." He smiled at me, letting me see his gums.

"You rescued me from the rain, what do you want to do now?"

"Will you come with me to my house? I have a chicken in the freezer that's having its birthday soon if we don't eat it."

He drove listening to some kind of Korean pop and I thought I recognized the voices.

"Are they BTS?" I asked about the song.

"Yes they are."

"This song is great, did you produce it?"

"Yes, it's from their debut mini album. The lyrics are mine too."

"Oh yeah? What is it about? I just understand 'pretty woman'"

"It's about being jealous of your ex on social media." He gave me a quick look, shrugging slightly. I laughed, finding the situation amusing.

"This song must be successful, a lot of people must identify themselves with it."

"Yes." He smiled again. "The metrics for this track are great."

It rained much more than two hours that night and it was still raining when we went to bed.

Yoongi had a much better skin care routine than mine, and that night he had shared a moisturizing mask with me while watching repeated episodes of Grace and Frankie.

I fell asleep with the soft strawberry smell that emanated from his face, mixed with the avocado scent of mine.

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I'm sorry for going missing again. I'll make a double update today and hopefully I'll be able to finish publishing this story on Friday!