dominant. ☽myg☾

033

Y/N's P.O.V.

I lay sprawled out on my bed staring at the ceiling. What am I doing with my life?

I huffed, the brief breath of air lifting a strand of hair from my face and landing lightly on the duvet. Scanning my bedroom I looked at posters from anime's I had watched so religiously as a kid – where did the time go? One minute it's running home on a Monday after school to read the newest chapter of my favourite manga, then it's the end of high school and University is around the corner.

I didn't even recognise the surroundings of my room anymore, feeling like an imposter in some 16-year old's bedroom; I need to revamp my room ASAP.

Buzzing of my phone signaled a text – JungKook's name read across the notification. A sickly feeling came to my stomach, different to any other time his name popped up, however. It wasn't out of fear this time but out of guilt.

I don't think I can fill him out on his promise. It's too messy.

You're too messy Min YoonGi. A messy, ugly mess of a human being.

Unlocking my phone, JungKook's text read: 'did you think about what we talked about?

It's been less than 24 hours, JK.

Give a girl some time, geez.

JK.

Yeah, ryt.. '

Such a demanding kid, seriously.

Springing up, I caught my hooded reflection in the mirror – I need a shower and a breath mint.

I looked down at my phone, contemplating texting him. I can't expect to move forward if things are still left hanging in the air.

Glancing to a shoebox with one of YoonGi's hoodies dumped in it and a pair of fluffy socks, my fingers automatically started typing his name in my contacts. Before I could smack myself in the face with a slipper I hit send.

Within two minutes YoonGi replied with a brief 'be there in ten'. I groaned as I stood up and chucked my phone onto the bed.

Walking up to the mirror, I pointed aggressively at my reflection and lectured the girl in front of me, "You. You keep your shit together, okay?"

And with those words of encouragement, I dashed into the shower.

YoonGi's P.O.V.

Ten minutes to get to Y/N's may have been a major mishap on my judgement. One foot was already out the door and into the car when her name came up. Hoseok gave me a lift, though reluctantly, he was efficient.

Here I was stood outside of her front door, feeling sick to the stomach, bundle of nerves and hand held in a fist contemplating whether to knock or not. Breathing exercises weren't working and I was losing the last of my patience.

Suddenly, a wrist grasped around my hovering hand and used it to bang the door down like a caveman with his club. I looked over my shoulder mortified, only just catching Hoseok giving me the middle finger as he jumped back into his car and drove off.

"HOSEO- I'm going to kill you when I get back," I grumbled, shortly interrupted by the door creaking open.

"YoonGi. You're here? I thought you said you would be ten minutes... It's only been 6," Y/N peeped her head from around the door, looking frantic. Her cheeks glowed with a warmth and she looked as if she had been sweating profusely.

The stressed frown on her face made me concerned, "Is everything okay? You look... stressed."

"Uh, yeah, about that. Now's not a good time."