Yoongi POV:
"This way."
The amazing dinner finally came to an end and I had my hand on the small of Y/N's back as I led her to the bar that Jimin and Mila said they would be at.
"Let me guess," she playfully began, looking up at me. I loved when she would tilt her whole head up to meet my eyes. "You're gonna get some nasty, dark, gasoline-tasting alcohol again."
I scoffed and brought my face forward. "Don't hate on a flavor that your taste buds are too immature to appreciate."
"I don't think you even have any taste buds."
"I have enough to taste you."
I was only teasing her, but it was worth it everytime to see her flushed, embarrassed reaction. I let out a light hearted chuckle and rubbed her back comfortingly.
"You heard me. Anyways, I think I see them," I said, still smirking.
We made our way to Jimin and Mila who were sitting at the end of the bar, but didn't seem to be engaging in conversation which was peculiar.
"Hey guys," I greeted, patting Jimin on the shoulder.
"Huh? Oh, hey," Jimin responded with his mind clearly elsewhere.
"Is everything okay?" Y/N awkwardly asked them and then turned to give me a worried look. I shrugged at her.
"I don't know, Jimin, is everything okay?" Mila snapped with a saddened edge.
Y/N and I both took a simultaneous step backwards.
"I didn't mean it, Mila! I'm sorry!" He pleaded trying to grab her hands that she pulled away.
"That's not some action you can make by accident, Park Jimin. That was a conscious decision that you chose to make. You knew how it would make me feel!" Mila huffed with furrowed eyebrows. You could practically see the steam blowing from her ears. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I was actually kind of scared of her.
"Milaaa," the poor blonde whined, ready to get on his knees for forgiveness. As much as I loved seeing Jimin in a pickle, I was worried for his safety.
"Guys, what's going on?" I asked, feeling like I needed to tread very slowly and carefully.
"Mila? What's wrong?" Y/N inched her way to the fuming girl.
Jimin sighed. "It's literally nothing—"
"It's not nothing!" Mila interjected.
"Okay fine, it's not nothing. I said I was sorry!" Jimin frowned.
"What is he sorry for?" Y/N questioned.
"Tell them your crimes, Jimin." Mila shut her eyes dramatically and turned completely away from him.
"Oh my gosh. All I did was eat her lobster tail and oysters while she was in the bathroom."
Mila let out a sob. "HOW COULD HE!"
A deadly silence quickly ensued the outburst. Y/N and I looked to each other with the same wide eyes and then burst into laughter, doubling over with hands on our bellies.
"You— you're pissed because he ate the last oyster?" I tried to confirm through laughs.
Mila stomped her foot. "And last lobster tail."
"Mila," Y/N giggled. "Why are you so pressed about that?"
Her eyes were squinted and her smile was so childish that I was almost happy Mila was mad at Jimin because I got to see Y/N like this.
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Fanfiction"Hello," I awkwardly greeted. I really despised being the new girl. "Hey, I'm Yoongi," the boy with a bandana and auburn-brown hair head nodded. His eyes were soft, yet held an intense stare that instantly drew me in. It was at that exact moment tha...
