What never should've happened.

Lunch Pt.1

Y/N's POV

“Shit!” You exclaimed as you dropped another pan for the third time in under ten minutes.

You had a bad night, your insomnia and anxiety played you dirty and woke you up at two a.m. and kept you up until five thirty, thus making you miss your seven alarm and now, you were running late. You hadn't been able to take a shower yet and you wanted to blow dry your hair, look presentable for Yoongi's friends.

You felt like crying, screaming and hiding, all at the same time.

The doorbell rang and it startled you even when you already knew Yoongi was coming up. You went to open the door and didn't even had the mind to feel self-conscious about the fact that you were opening the door for Min Yoongi in your pajamas, a messy bun and without having taken a shower since yesterday morning.

“Hi princess,” was all Yoongi said before he wrapped you in his arms. He smelled heavenly, not only of his cologne and body wash, but of comfort and safety and you couldn't help but hold on tightly to him and just began crying.

“Y/N? Baby?” Yoongi pulled away and his eyes went wide when he saw you crying, “shh, shh, it's okay. Baby, what's wrong?” He got in, closed the door and led you to the couch, where he sat down and pulled you on his lap.

“Talk to me, princess, what's wrong?” He was rubbing circles on your back, trying to sooth you. Yoongi was confused and concerned, but his main focus right then was on getting you to calm down and stop crying.

“I'm sorry!” You sobbed, “it's just…I didn't sleep well and then I got up late and I've been dropping things all morning, I dropped half a container of baking powder and I haven't showered.” You sniffed and kept going, “I'm a mess and wanted to look pretty for you guys and now I don't have time!”

“Y/N, breathe. Come on baby, breathe.” He was now giving little, gentle pats to your back and you tried to do as he said, taking in deep, shaky breaths. “Gwenchana…Gwenchana. We have all the time in the world. Why don't you go take a shower and I'll clean the kitchen?”

You shook your head, like a little kid throwing a tantrum. “If I want the créme brulee to finish setting at you apartment, we have to leave now.”

“Baby, you're pretty regardless of what you wear, but if this will bring you peace, just throw some more clothes in your bag, change, and you can shower over there and dry your hair there. I have tons of hair products you can use. I want you to enjoy yourself today.”

What he was saying was a logical and practical solution and it worked. You nodded your hair, sniffled and stood up, to do just as he told you.

In the meantime, Yoongi went to the kitchen and found your handheld vacuum cleaner. He had the floor clean in minutes. He decided against touching anything else, because he didn't want to mess with your system, he'd carry whatever needed carrying and do as you said.

You threw in an extra tank top, shorts and underwear to wear while you dried your hair at his place and went to the bathroom to wash your face. Once you had calmed down a bit you went back out and found Yoongi sitting on the couch, when he saw you, he flashed you the gummiest of smiles.

You smiled back. “I have to finish packing some stuff in the kitchen and then we can go.”

“Whenever you're ready. Just tell me what I need to carry and we'll be on our way. By the way, to avoid unnecessary attention, I'm driving the Benz today and Seojun took the palisade to Hybe. We have no one following us today.”

“Okay, thank you for telling me. I'll be set in five minutes, tops.” Yoongi nodded and you went to the kitchen.

You had bought two picnic baskets of sorts at Daiso that had a compartment to put ice in, that way the things inside could be kept cold. You accommodated the tub with ice cream and the three types of cookie dough inside the first and the baking pan that had the ten ramekins with the créme brulee, in the second one.