Make You Know Love

Crooked Grins

"Crooked grins, sly hands, and a dangerous voice" - idk

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This wasn't a normal situation. Spending the night out with the love of your life's...something and then waking up with the said something in a hotel room. The intimacy Anastasia felt when Yoongi had looked up at her with his head in her lap, kept circulating in her mind. Now she was in the back of an uber with him, neither of them all that willing to separate as their fingers lay interlaced in the empty seat between them.

No matter how much she wracked her brain, she couldn't come up with a reason why it all felt so natural. What reality was she living in that staying beside Yoongi felt more comfortable than going home to Jungkook?

Resting her head back against the leather seat, she exhaled loudly, exhausted from all the overthinking she'd done the past week. As if on cue, Yoongi let go of her hand and nudged her head with his fingers. "You think too much"

She glared, "I could be thinking important things"

He rolled his eyes, "Are you?"

"What's the measure of importance? It's all relative. To each their own. If I'm thinking about it a lot, it must be important. Who are y—" Yoongi leaned over and grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her in close to press his lips against hers.

"You think too much," he repeated, resting his head back against the headrest.

...What?

How was she supposed to stop thinking when he goes and does things like that? How was that supposed to help clear her thoughts? It most certainly did not help. At least she thought it hadn't helped until they pulled into her apartment complex and she realized she'd been too busy blushing and replaying the feeling of his lips on hers to think about much else.

Everything outside looked normal. She wasn't sure what she'd expected to happen, but nothing wasn't it. Why did she feel a little disappointed that Jungkook wasn't waiting around for her? At the same time, she was relieved to have more time to completely accept and get over everything.

When she made no move to get out, Yoongi leaned over and unbuckled her seatbelt, helping her out of the car.

What would Jungkook think about the relationship that had developed between her and Yoongi? How was she going to tell Jungkook when she wasn't even sure what was going on herself? Should she tell him?

Realizing suddenly that she was still holding Yoongi's hand, she yanked hers back and sped off towards the cement stairs.

Grinning, Yoongi caught up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leaning in. "What's wrong, jagiya?"

Ducking away, her head swiveled wildly, looking for witnesses. It was impulsive but the closer they got to her front door, the more guilty she felt. Had she even done anything wrong? Regardless, she needed to figure out what was going on between her and Yoongi before Jungkook found out.

"Stop it!" She hissed.

Yoongi didn't protest, a lazy smile still on his lips as he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked on.

"Hey, wait!" She grabbed his sleeve. "Don't...don't tell Jungkook please"

He looked back, the picture of innocence, "tell him what?" His expression morphed into something darker as he stepped back into her space, "we didn't do anything worth telling," and with that he pecked her lips and jogged off up the stairs, leaving a gobsmacked Anastasia at the bottom of them.