The Way The Water Flows | A Min Yoongi POV Story

Prologue

Yoongi's POV

"Aargh!"

I'm frustrated. Nothing's coming out.

I've been trying to write for hours already and the words doesn't flow the way I want them to.

I glanced at the clock. It's almost 10pm.

I checked my phone. Hobi sent a message to our group telling us he went with the maknaes to the Harry Styles concert.

We're in LA for our own concert and other shows we need to attend to. It's gonna be busy, along with the album that I am trying to do, and it's stressing me out lately.

I need some distraction. Should I go down the hotel bar and have some drinks?

I closed my laptop and went to the bathroom to change.

Will Jin hyung and Namjoon want to come?

I knocked on Jin hyung's room next to mine when I finished changing.

"Yes?" He asked as soon as he opened his door. He's already wearing his pajamas.

"Do you want to grab a drink down the bar?" I asked. He showed me his phone that he was holding.

"I'm waiting for Haerin's call. Sorry, Yoongs." He said.

"It's fine. Say hi to noona for me." I told him and went to the next door where Namjoon was staying.

I rang the doorbell countless of times but he didn't go out. Was he sleeping?

I gave up. I guess it's just gonna be me.

I took my time going to the elevator when I saw someone go out from one of the rooms.

The woman was wearing a black mini dress. She stopped in front of the elevator and took out her phone while waiting. I stood behind her.

"Please, stop whining. I will be back the day after tomorrow, okay? It's not my fault that you left me here unattended." She chuckled deviously before ending the call.

She briefly glanced at me when she felt my presence. The elevator door opened before she could even say something. I motioned for her to go first but before I could get inside, she already pushed the button to close the door. As it closes, she waved her hand and smirked at me.

I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't move. What the heck?!

I impatiently pushed the buttons and luckily, another door opened. I was shaking my head as I went inside the elevator. Is she for real?

"One Scotch please..." I said to the bartender as soon as I sat on the stool. I can't still stop thinking about that woman. I don't know, it's just the way she smirked at me that gets on my nerves. And I rarely get affected by anyone.

"Hi, do you mind some company?"

I glanced at the lady who sat on the empty stool next to mine.

"I'm sorry, but I do mind." I briefly smiled at her before turning to my drink. She didn't budge, instead she went closer to me, almost brushing her chest to my elbow.

I made a fake cough and moved away from her.

"Hey, it'll be great you won't regret it." She whispered to my ear seductively.

"Hmmm, I'm sorry. You look beautiful and all but I really just like to drink my whiskey." I politely told her.

"Alright. Sorry for bothering you. But if you change your mind, I'll be there." She pointed a table not too far. "Come to me whenever you want."