for all the wrong reasons

07. Dancing

| Dancing |

YN POV
"Ah so this is your place?" You spun around, leaning back into his overly-comfortable black chair. It seemed like a gaming chair but he used it in what he called his 'Genius lab' just because it felt nicer than all the other chairs he had looked at in the past. He nodded his head, leaning over you to grab a soda can from the mini fridge behind your back. There was a piano, some small but big speakers, a large computer, and many keyboards. "What do you want to hear?" He asked, turning his head to look over in your direction. He was leaning over one of his other desks, the one with the keyboards and piano and speakers. He had his hands on the mic, waiting for your response. "Jazz?"

You said unsure. You liked jazz, it had a calming sense to itself and would surely bring some nice background noise to the overly quiet room. He made a few clicks, and soon a saxophone tune filled the room. You smiled at that, and he smiled at it too. He pulled up another chair from the opposite side, sitting in front of you. "If you'd like ice cream, there's some in that fridge." He said pointing to the small fridge behind you. You made an 'oh' sound before turning back and pulling out a ice cream with the wrapper on. You pulled it off reveling an ice cream with a hard outer layer of chocolate. You bit into it, being met with vanilla and the taste of melting chocolate in your mouth. You smiled, some ice cream slipped from the corner of your mouth causing you to lift your pinky and sweep up the parts, licking your pinky as you did so. Yoongi smiled secretly at this action.

You looked up to see him staring at you. He quickly looked away blushing. "Am I that pretty yoongi?" He thought of telling her, that yes, she was in fact beautiful and that he could stare at her for days on end. But he didn't, and maybe it should stay that way. "No! The way you're eating is just so-" You sent a glare his way, "Is so what?" You tried to seem threatening, looking him up and down which didn't seem to do much for him as he continued talking. "You eat like a pig." He crossed his arm over his chest and grinned at you, like he had just won an award of some sort.

Your mouth was left agap. This was time for actor Y/N. One of your many talents was crying on cue, which is what you were doing along with your acting skills. "I-I'm sorry Yoonie-" You sniffed, looking up at him with teary eyes. He held his hands up, giving in to what he thought was a real scene held before his own eyes. "Hey! No! Y/N, I was joking you know that right?" He laughed nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with you, and he ran a hand through his mint green hair.

"God! Yoongi, your face is hilarious!" You smiled, wiping the tears away from your eyes. He looked confused, then angry, just as you had expected him to do so. "What?!" He stood up, getting closet to you, while you tried backing up in the chair. Your toe tips barley made way to the ground as you tried to scurry away from the man. "Y-You heard me. Your face makes me laugh." The back of the chair hit the wall and you had no where else to go. "My face makes you laugh does it?" You nodded your head, and suddenly you were pulled up by Yoongi. He had pulled you up by your arms, lifting you from your seat. "Aw- Fuck Yoongi." You said as you almost stumbled over your own two feet.

He grinned as the Jazz music suddenly got louder in the room and he began to sway you. This man was a fucking bipolar. Your finger intertwined as he held one if them up in the air as the other rested on your waist. You two took slow steps around the room, managing to not trip over anything he had. Cables, chair legs, you name it. But what you hadn't realized is that you had stopped looking at where you were going and tripped on an empty soda can. Yoongi acted quickly, grabbing both your hands this time and keeping a steady grip, pulling you up on your two feet again. "Sorry." You mumbled out, looking at the floor, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. "Don't be, I enjoyed it." You could heard the smile in his voice so you looked back up at him smiling back.

"Oh do you want to hear something i've been working on?" He said as you both sat back down. "Sure." You pulled the chair closer to his, as he opened a file up filled with song titles. "Pick a number between 1-20." He said turning to look over at you. "Mm.. What about 15?" You said, you liked the number it was very calming, close to 10 and 20. He nodded turning back to the computer. He stuck out his pointer finger silently counting to himself, you found that act adorable. "Okay here we go!" He pressed play and the music began to fill the room.

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making my paragraphs shorter now because it's easier on the eyes hahah