(Yoongi’s POV)
I didn't know I was signing up for this shit…
In the middle of too many drunken bodies, dancing and leaning over each other, Yoongi is drinking orange juice. Well, his friends were a part of that drunken souls.
When they all planned on going out in the evening, Yoongi assumed they'd go out for some dinner reservation and such. What he did not expect was to get pulled into the club.
The noise alone is giving him a fucking headache. He peeps from time to time to see the guys wave at him and call him to dance. Even a girl tried hitting on him, but he sure was not down for that tonight.
Jimin approached the bar and ordered some shots, while he was sipping on his orange juice.
What a fucking life!
“Yoongi Hyung! Come there and have some fun with us!”
Jimin yelled over the loud music and all Yoongi did was to make a no sign with his hands. Jimin pulled a bar stool and sat near him.
“What's wrong?”
“Nothing Chim. Go, have fun.”
Yoongi sighs. But Jimin is not easy. He kept nagging Yoongi about that.
“Aren't you done with your shots? Just go there!”
Yoongi yelled over the music, shooing the other one away. The sweat, alcohol and the loud music is inducing enough headache and Jimin screaming in his ears is adding fuel.
“Hyung! Let loose and have some fun! Come there!”
“Fucking hell, Jimin! I'm having a damn headache!”
Yoongi yelled again, downing his whole glass of orange juice and slamming it back on the table. Jimin died laughing, earning a glare from Yoongi.
“You know what? I'm going home, Chim. Tell the others!”
Jimin laughed a lot more seeing Yoongi run out of the club.
Pushing past some drunk bodies and finally making it to the entrance felt like winning a medal at nationals, to Yoongi. The air outside really calmed his nerves.
Revving up the engine, Yoongi drove into random streets mindlessly. He just said the first thing that came to his mind to run out of that damn place.
And that's how he ended up in his friends’ place. He didn't know where he was driving himself. He parked the car in that massive garage, somewhere between all the other cars. Until this very moment, he didn't know they had a freaking car collection!
He took the key out to open the door. For some reason, his heart started beating a little out of the line, before he took the handle.
He knew Seoyoon would be in. She didn't go with them. Yoongi was confused but never asked anyone. But he didn't want to face her now, so he prayed that he shouldn't run into her, first thing. No that he didn't want to, he's just…
Nevermind.
He pushed the door a little and through that creak he made, he peeked through. Like a thief. He walked over to the couch, plopping on it. And he had the heart attack of his life.
“I can't believe you guys -”
“Jesus fucking Christ good lord of the heavens!”
Yoongi basically screamed his lungs out in fear, cutting whatever the voice was going to say. He took a very sharp breath in and pushed that out, trying to pace down his heart.
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Fanfiction"Seoyoon?" You turn to look at his nervous form. You gently reach his hands and intertwine with yours. You smile at him reassuringly. "You okay? You seem nervous. Are you okay, Yoongi?" "Seoyoon I....." "You, what?" "I love you." He grips your hand...
