INTERRUPTION {MYG}

Part 23

We both took a seat on the sand and just stared at the water for a minute. It was calming, peaceful, and relaxing which was a stark contrast to the very eventful atmosphere inside.

Yoongi broke the silence first. "Y/N, first of all... I really am sorry for everything that happened."

"What really happened, Yoongi?"

He reached tentatively for my hand, as if judging to check if it was okay. I limply let my hand fall in his and he rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.

"Okay, well, Mari came to me and told me Jake made her feel uncomfortable when she went to hook up with him the second time and she seemed pretty shaken up. So, I brought her outside to get away from him and for some fresh air. She kept holding my arm and, while I found it really weird, I assumed she just needed some emotional support. Then, she started getting way more touchy and...yeah, she sat on my lap. I pushed her off immediately, though!" Yoongi explained with a concentrated expression, making sure not to miss any details.

He continued. "Thanks to Yeonjun and Heeseung, I realize now that she lied about meeting that Jake dude again and about literally everything else. I didn't touch her back or encourage her at all. I promise."

"I do believe you," I frowned.

"Then why do you look so upset?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, I'm upset at the situation I guess. I'm upset she was so touchy. I'm upset that she's hurting JK. I'm upset because I thought we were friends. I'm just upset."

"I get that..."

"Were you?" I finally looked at him. "Checking her out each time you hung out, I mean?" I couldn't help the insecurities—Mari was a 10/10 in my opinion.

Yoongi faced me completely and met my eyes with sincerity. "No, of course not! She was just pulling shit out of her ass—"

I held my hand up. "Don't talk about her ass that was all over you, please."

Yoongi paled. "Right. My bad, poor choice of words...but I just meant to say she was making shit up. You know I only had and have eyes for you."

I exhaled through my nose and let the side of my head rest against his arm. "Why did she have to go for you? And tonight of all nights?"

"I wish I had the answer..."

I faced the ocean once more and held my knees to my chest. The moon was bright and casted a beautiful reflection on the water. Tonight was unreal and the only way I knew I wasn't in a dream and a nightmare wrapped into one was due to the biting cold sea wind that nipped at my skin and the feeling of the loose sand in between my toes.

"I feel better. I just wanted to talk it out with you," I concluded.

Relieved, he slumped his shoulders and a lazy smile appeared. "I'm glad you feel better. I do, too."

"Don't get me wrong, though! I'm not happy about it."

"Neither am I," he softly chuckled. "There was one positive to come out of it, though."

I scoffed. "What could that possibly be??"

"You looked hot as fuck getting jealous and angry," he smirked with a laugh. "Even more so since it was over me."

"Yoongi!!" I whined, pushing him away. "Not the time!"

"I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth," he wrapped an arm around me bringing my rolled up ball of a body closer to him. "I'd love to try to make you moan it one of these days..." Yoongi softly whispered lustfully.