A GUIDE TO DATING MIN YOONGI

Lesson 2: Wake Up in His Bed

I woke up the next day to the sunlight shining directly into my face and the smell of cigarettes invading my nose. I groaned and swatted the air as if the sun will fade with a swish of my arm. The room was warm for it being Fall weather and I was getting kind of uncomfortable.
Slowly, I sat up, the thumping in my head getting stronger with every second. I rubbed my eyes open, hoping to find myself a water bottle in Jungkook's kitchen. I didn't remember much from last night but I do remember taking a taxi back with someone who I assumed was Jungkook.
However, when I opened my eyes, I felt my heart sink into my stomach. My migraine didn't matter as much anymore.
"Where am I...?" I half groan-yelled. I pushed myself to the corner of the bed and my body pushed against the wall. When I did so, I realized I was still in the clothes from last night.
Had I accidentally broken into someone's home?
I start breathing quickly and pulling the blankets off the bed to search for my phone and wallet. No where to be found.
"Finally you're awake." I hear a voice that's not Jungkook's from the doorway yet his voice is oddly familiar.
I look up to see the Mint Haired man again. I rubbed my eyes, thinking they were playing tricks on me but it was really him. I was in his house.
A million thoughts ran through my mind and I forced myself to recover my lost memories of last night.
I remember both Jungkook and I had become too drunk to stand and that Yoongi was the one who brought me into the taxi but no matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn't remember the specifics.
My only source was to ask the man in front of me.
"Did you have fun last night?" Yoongi asked, leaning on the doorway.
He looked so small in his simple black pajamas even though he was the same size as me. His hair was a mossy mess but it somehow suited his boyfriend look he was portraying.
I held my head in my hands, the pain surging back to me, "I guess so," I grumbled, "I don't remember anything after we chugged those drinks though."
"Oh so you don't remember how you kissed me?" He said and I felt myself freeze up again.
"What?"
He smirked and walked towards me as he took a seat on the bed.
"You were so drunk last night you could barely walk. I asked you if you came with a friend and you said you did but I couldn't find him. So, I took you home just to let you rest. But..." he leaned in closer and I tried to scoot back until I remembered I was up against a wall.
"You kept clinging to me like a leech. You kept telling me how you'd date me if ur parents would let you. And then you kissed me when we got into bed. You're pretty fucking racy for being the son of a pastor."
I gulped hard. My memory is foggy at best but I could already see it playing out. The lips bites, the hair grabbing, the tangling of the two of us wanting more. And how did he know my dad was a pastor?
"We didn't...have sex...right?" I asked nervously.
He smiled. "Would you like to?"
"No!" I yelled and pushed him back.
"Okay, calm down." He said with his hands up like a criminal, "And no we did not have sex. Although you were a pretty good kisser for a first timer."
There was a nervousness in my stomach which I didn't know if it was from embarrassment or flattery. I didn't know which one was worse.
I had kissed a guy. And I was too drunk to even remember. I always imagined myself at least remembering my first kiss and I'd always hoped it was with someone I would be able to cherish and love forever. Not some hot dude I met at a bar one random night.
"Do you have anything else to say because I need to go." I said. It was true that I didn't want to stay in this house any longer but I also needed to find my belongings and Jungkook.
"Well I have something to tell you according to our agreement yesterday." He said as he got up from the bed. I tilted my head.
"What agreement?" I asked, fear striking me down again.
"I thought you'd remember but I guess not." He stated. He took a breath before continuing and I almost yelled at him to breathe faster. "Well, putting it plainly, you agreed to be my boyfriend. Fake boyfriend but boyfriend nonetheless."
My mouth was agape and I didn't even care how dry it was.
"I guess I have to fucking explain again." He ran his hand through his hair that was perfectly messy.
"Basically, my dad wants me to fill his CEO position because his past controversies are piling up on him. And instead of facing them like a good little rich man, he's forcing me to become CEO so that he can control me from behind like a bitch."
"What does that have to do with me?" I ask.
"He's homophobic and he strokes his ego more than his dick. I don't want to be his little puppet so I'm gonna get disowned by "dating" a guy."
I rub my eyes to remind myself this is actually happening.
"So you made me agree to your stupid plan while I was drunk?" I asked sternly.
"You were technically not drunk yet. You were getting there though. Plus, you were all up on me and begging for my attention. I guess I just asked in the moment. So, you're still helping me right?"
He grabbed my hand and his face seemed closer than it was before. I could feel my face burn up.
He really was cute. And my type. Maybe I should say yes to this stranger I've only met a couple hours ago.
He didn't seem like a serial killer but he's definitely not religious either. Not like it mattered anyways since telling my parents I have a boyfriend would send them to an early grave. Or me to an early grave. I couldn't let that happen, it'll be too big of a risk.
"I can't," I said firmly, "where did you put my stuff, I'm going to go."
I hesitated but I started to get up from the bed all while ignoring the thumping in my chest and head.
I heard him exhale deeply, "Well I guess your parents are going to have to find out."
My body froze as those words left his lips and I turned back to face him.
"Interested now?" He smirked.
"What do you mean you're going to tell my parents?" I asked like I was a kid who was caught stealing candy from my sibling.
"That you kissed me, almost had sex and even lied to them that you were in that club in the first place." He stood up and leaned against the bed with a sinister grin plastered on his face. "I don't think they'd like it very much if their perfect son was found out to be gay and rebellious. They might even disown you."
I swallowed hard.
Disappointment and disapproval. I can't have those two things from my parents.
"Are you threatening me?"
I hated his smug expression when he shrugged.
"Hey, I don't think I'm asking for much here. I just need you to help me. Think of it as a way of thanking me for bringing you home safely."
I wanted to argue that he also kissed me while I was drunk. However, I didn't want another reminder that I was the one who initiated it and it was obvious this guy had no interest in me whatsoever.
He was right though, I should be grateful that he cared enough to hold onto my stuff, try to contact Jungkook, pay for a taxi and let me sleep on a bed. I am grateful but I still hated the offer. Was there really no other way to pay him back?
I'm reminded of how Mother tells me that if a good deed comes to me, I should repay that good deed for God is always watching. But does it still count if the good deed is coming from someone who's trying to use something against me?
I weighed the pros and cons in my head and for now it seemed it would be best to say no.
"I'll thank you another way but I can't do that for you. I gotta go." I say and push past him before he could say anything else. I walk into the kitchen where I find my wallet and phone laying on the black marble countertop.
I wish I could stay here a little longer to enjoy the rich atmosphere of the place. Everything was black or white and marbled. Typical rich person.
When I got to the door, I saw Yoongi walk into the room slowly with his hands in his pockets.
I give him a short smile before turning the knob and walking out.
I wanted to say goodbye but I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time I saw him. But it's not like he could find me anyways. 
I opened my phone to see where the nearest metro station was and checked my contacts. I didn't get his number and he doesn't know where I live. He has no way of contacting me.
I scoff at his bluff from earlier when he pretended to be tough and scare me into fake dating him. I was stupid for believing his threats for a second.
I walked a couple blocks to a train and headed downtown.
I'm glad I'll never see this Yoongi guy again. He's just trouble.

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