++MALIA++Soft music plays in my hotel room as I grease my scalp. The winter dries my hair out like hell and I hate that dry, brittle feeling that it gets.
Especially after being outside for semi-long periods of time.
Our competition today was indoors but the teams had to wait outside because of something going with the doors or something. That's a 30 minute wait in leggings and a sweatshirt for me. I thought I'd be going right inside so I didn't really care about dressing too bulky. It was going to be taken right back off.
Well, I was wrong today and almost froze to death so. That was annoying.
In better news, we've got one more competition before finals. There's a gap in the placement this year. Like a three or four day gap. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do for four days.
But being on the phone with Yoongi doesn't sound too bad. As long as I'm not hindering the work that he has to do.
"Are you sure you're okay to be on the phone?" I ask as he stands in a restaurant.
The robotics team has been traveling for their own competitions and right now, they're out to eat a restaurant. I know they had a win today even though I didn't get to watch it live. Their competition started and hour before ours ended.
I watched it on YouTube after, though.
"Yeah." Yoongi looks at his phone screen. "I'm not staying here."
"Why not? You should eat. Traveling is already a wrench in somebody's schedule. You should at least eat to keep some balance in it."
"I am going to eat." He holds up a bag as he starts walking again. He waves goodbye to his team before heading out of the building.
"At the hotel?"
"No." He shakes his head. "At yours."
My eyes widen and I stop massaging my scalp. "What? You're in the next city over. How are you going to get here?"
"Already here. It's a pit stop in between our next match. We just came here to eat and sightsee for a few hours." Yoongi stops on the sidewalk as he waits for the light to turn red.
I looks down at myself. I'm in spandex shorts and a long sleeved t shirt. I feels like I should change my clothes. I don't want him to get the wrong idea about anything. Not saying that he would. He's not that type of guy.
But I'm wary of situations like this. I know Yoongi but I don't know him. I don't know how his mind would think seeing me like this. I also don't want to give off any impression that I'm looking for sexual attention that way.
But in that same breath, my clothing shouldn't affect his intentions with me. If he said that he's coming to eat and hang with me, then he's coming to eat and hang with me.
That's all there is to it.
"Can you send me the address? I don't know where the hell I'm going." He says as he looks up at the sky.
"I don't know the address." I open our text thread. "I'll just send my location."
Yoongi's phone vibrates as he gets the notification. He taps it and smiles seeing my location pop up.
"You're not that far from me now. You're within walking distance."
"How long? I don't want you in the cold for too long." I wash the grease from my hands and walk out of the bathroom.
"Mmm. It says seven minute walk. Is it okay if I call you when I'm there? My hands are getting cold."
"Yeah." I stretch my arm and yawn while I sit on the bed. "Just call me. I'll come down and get you."
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