𝙁𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙚 || 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣

27. We can't be friends

A/N:
Finally! Another Update! 😃

Jihoon

"Hey, Jihoonie! You look handsome with your hair half-tied."

"Hey," I finally breath out, trying to keep voice steady while praying my face doesn't flush today too, but I know I'm failing in that department so badly when I see the cheeky smile of his. "It's the heat," I defend myself, feeling more warmth over my cheeks.

"I haven't said anything though," he sulks, poking those plump lips out and I really have the urge to see it for myself if they're as soft as they look.

"I know that look, Kwon," I can't take my eyes off his lips for some reason as if they're pulling my attention more than the handsome face of his.

"What are you looking at?" he whispers and that's when I register that he's leaning too close to my face, his elbows supporting his weight on the small table, there's a slight curve on his lips and I feel like I just saw his eyes lingering on my lips for more than a mere second. "Do I look that handsome?"

"Of course, not," I quickly push him off me and he lands on his seat with a soft oof! as I try to fan off the heat on my cheeks from spreading any further. "I was just thinking about the an assignment, yeah an assignment."

"If you say so," he reassures but his face is dying to disagree with his comment.

"Stop looking like I'm lying," my voice rises in defense, but he just smiles and it's more embarrassing and before I can add anything else in my defense the waiter comes in.

"I thought Hobi was joking when he said you've a guest but seems like it wasn't a lie either," he says, scrunching his face a bit as he served us two glasses of lukewarm water. I take a small sip of water and I find out it's a wrong move when I spit it out on the table, mostly over my jacket. "Your boyfriend, Jihoon?"

"Wh-what? Of course not," I quickly ramble when I'm offered with a pile of tissues by a overly excited Soonyoung and I involuntarily scowl at him. "Don't laugh!" I warn, narrowing my eyes at him as I dry my jacket off.

"So much for not being boyfriends," I snap my head at the waiter, he's looking at us with an amusement and it's my first time seeing him with any other expression other than being bored.

"Now that I see it, you both actually look alike," even before I say anything Soonyoung comments, he has that serious expression over his face that makes me chuckle. "Don't tell me he's your _" he gasps and I shake my head.

"He isn't my brother. We're not even related in anyway," I correct him, but his expression says he doesn't believe me one bit. "This is Yoongi hyung. Min Yoongi," I introduce him, overly emphasizing on his surname and Yoongi hyung chuckles at my conduct. "And this is Kwon Soonyoung, Seungkwan's cousin."

Yoongi hyung cocks his eyebrow at me in question and I sigh, "Also my friend." Hyung nods to himself as he interact with Soonyoung while my mind stumbles on a particular word- friend. I don't know why but I didn't like it when I said Soonyoung is my friend. But the question is are we really friends, do friend's think the things I think everytime I see him, do their face flush everytime the other complements? More importantly, do their heartbeat quickens when the other smiles warmly at them, no they don't.

Then how are we friends?

The rest of dinner goes by really quickly, I've been quiet for the rest of the night and Soonyoung is the only one doing the talking for both of us. I saw Soonyoung looking at me from time to time, but I didn't comment. After nearly an hour we get out of the diner and obviously this time I paid.

"Do you come here often?" Soonyoung asks as soon as we're outside, his black coat hugging his body, he looks like a bundled up kid. I chuckle, "Yeah, it's near my apartment."

He nods understandingly, "Makes sense."

"What?"

"Nothing," he smiles, his eyes have turned into crescent sape and I don't fight the smile that tugs in my lips. He suddenly takes me in his arms length, making me face him before he tugs off his woolen muffler before carefully draping over me. It happens so fast yet in slow motion that I forget to speak for a moment.

"What are you doing?" my voice comes out in a whisper, his face is so close to mine, his eyes are completely focused on wrapping the muffler over me that I can see the beautiful curl of his long lashes, I can hear the sound of his breathe from this close proximity but my heart is beating louder than that. I'm afraid he might hear it.

"You'll get a flu at this rate," he breathes out, his hands are still over the muffler. "Even your nose has turned red today."

"It's ok, my apartment isn't far from here. I can_" I'm highly aware of the lack of distance between us than the cold right now or how the small white puffs of cold air are blowing past my parted lips. "just walk faster."

"Shh! You look cuter this way," he breathes out, slowly releasing the tender grip over the soft fabric before stepping away. "So which way we're going?"

"You can go back the way you came here," I state, digging my nose deeper in his muffler, it's soft and warm and mostly it smells like him, the faint woody smell invading my nostrils gives me butterflies in stomach. "You should know your way home."

"Not funny, Jihoonie," he huffs, he doesn't look impressed and I don't know what I did to make him look at me like that. "How can I let you walk alone at this time of night? What kind of boyfriend that would make me?"

"It's fake boyfriend," I quietly mumble ignoring the way my heart is doing somersault inside my ribs, it's a weird feeling that's increasing day by day and sometimes it scares me a lot thinking what if I fall in love with him and don't get my feeling reciprocated? It's scary. "Also, you have a car."

"I knew you would point it out and that's why I didn't bring my car," his smile widens as he takes my hand, even with the gloves I can feel his warmth reaching me. "So which way?"

He looks at me with so much enthusiasm that I don't have the heart to let him down. I hesitantly lead the way to my apartment, but I know the smile in the corner of my lips say otherwise.

Yeah. We can't be friends.