A/n: This chapter has the same time frame as that of ch 11 and 12
Yoongi's POV
I stand all decked up in front of Maya's house. I feel cold feet. I swear this minor crush that I have is turning me into a schoolboy. I sigh, gather whatever courage I have in me, and go ring the bell.
I was hoping to see a dressed-up elegant Maya but I was quite surprised after seeing her. She was in a tank top? Did she plan on ditching me? I knew I should have stopped flirting.
"Sup baby girl you look......." He checks me out and then continues "Underdressed? Were you planning on standing me up?" I say in a joking manner hoping what I said was indeed false.
A Sigh of relief escaped my mouth when she denied it and asked for my help. I go into her room and oh my god. She has two beautiful dresses laid out and I get to do the honors of deciding which one she wears.
After a lot of consideration, we decided on her dress and look and I helped myself out and onto the living room.
Sitting there on her sofa, I bounce my leg anxiously; worried if she would like the way I wanted her to dress. My thoughts were proven to be wrong when I saw her step out of her room with the biggest smile on her face.
Gorgeous. One word to describe her. She looked fucking gorgeous. I realized I need to stop gawking at her before she starts questioning me. She, for an extremely hot and perfect woman, is very very insecure.
She is giddy and for once I feel happy seeing her. It's as if my heart feels light looking at her smile. I forget about the problems that have been making me feel out of place. At this point, I want to hold her hand and talk about everything. But I can't. She likes Namjoon. I can tell by the way she looks at him. I sometimes want to slap him for being the person who has her heart but then I feel like hugging him and asking him to take care of her even if they aren't together. My gut keeps screaming at me that those two might end up together which is why I never had the balls of going up front and confessing. Hell, what is there to confess. It's just a stupid crush. Right?
At the ball
The first thing I notice upon entering the room was Namjoon. He looked like he was throwing daggers at me with his eyes. My gut is always right I guess. He does in fact like her. You can see it in his eyes. I keep my focus on the beautiful lady in my arms only to see her have the same reaction as Namjoon, but hers was directed to her best friend, I believe.
I could sense Namjoon's eyes on us at all times but I just couldn't seem to care. The way she so gracefully moved in my arms made me feel like we were the only two people existing at that moment. She is flawless. I'll have to give up on her before I even start trying to get her. I don't think I've ever wanted to kiss her so bad. All I want to do is feel her skin on mine. And not in a sexual way. What am I even doing? Why am I suddenly so deep in thought about my feelings when I know that it is just a crush. That's it. That's the extent of my feelings for her.
Before I knew it, the ball was over. We all were supposed to head over to Namjoon's. Looks like that would be the best. I'll get drunk, have sex with some chick and then move on to the next day.
