What never should've happened.

Sunday night

Y/N's POV

Your afternoon was quite productive. You managed to draft out the pattern for two different types of beanies and knitted the first three rows of what would be your throw blanket.

This time around you chose both black and purple. The two colors you liked most and it would make a nice contrast to the otherwise light colors in your room.

Time passed without you noticing, when you knitted or baked all of your attention went to that task. To the smallest of details to the broader outcome of whatever the project was, kind of like what happened at work. As long as you had something to focus on, your anxiety subsided. So all in all, while it might be a bit of OCD, it was a good coping mechanism that helped tremendously.

When your tummy rumbled at around eight you realized you hadn't had anything to eat since noon. You abandoned your knitting for a while and decided to get a little fancy for dinner.

Pasta Alfredo was something that was comforting, yummy and quite easy to make. You made quick work of grating the cheese and making the sauce while your pasta cooked. You opened a bottle of red wine (even when alfredo called for white, but hey, who was watching anyway?) And decided to call Yoongi to see how his day had gone.

It took two rings for him to answer.

"Hey beautiful. Are you getting ready for bed?"

"Hi Yoongi. Not really…I'm just finishing cooking up some pasta for dinner and poured myself some wine."

On the other side of the line, Yoongi frowned, it was quite late for you to be eating dinner. Didn't you have to wake up early on Monday?

"It's a bit late to be having dinner, isn't it?"

"Yes and no…I sort of lost track of time and forgot to eat?" You said in a questioning way, hearing Yoongi sigh, "but anyway, I won't be sleeping anytime soon. I'm insomniac, so I usually sleep around four or five hours a night."

"Four or five hours? With your work rhythm, that can't be healthy."

"It isn't," You laughed, "it's a vicious circle of caffeine, not sleeping and then needing caffeine the next day." You took a big heaping forkful of pasta into your mouth and moaned. "Not to flatter myself, but this is some good pasta."

The sounds coming from you were making Yoongi's toes tickle. On a whim, he pressed the button to switch from audio call to video call. It surprised you and you hesitated for a second. You looked like a tornado had spun you around a few times.

Hair up in a messy bun, thick rimmed glasses, shorts and a fitted CK tank top, plus, you were eating. But you figured this was who you were, you didn't want Yoongi to think you were some fancy lady who always looked her best and that the attire of the night before had been just an aftermath of getting  caught in the rain.

Like you had thought on the day of your first date: less than perfect was all you were capable of…and that was enough. That should be enough.

Your phone stand was in your study, so you balanced your phone against the wine bottle, it slipped a bit but it would do, and accepted the video call. Yoongi's face coming to life on the screen.

"Hi". You said.

"Hi," he replied with a grin. "I must say, while I'm in no way complaining about the view, I'd much rather see your pretty face."

"Hu?" And that's when you noticed on the little screen on the right hand corner of your screen, that what Yoongi was seeing and what the phone was aimed at was a direct front shot of your boobs. "Oh my God! Sorry!" You fiddled with your phone until it was aiming at your face.