Platonic.

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Alana averts her distracted gaze from Yoongi's smirk with one of her own, shaking her head and resuming to scroll her fingertip on her iPad's screen.

"You know what you're doing. Staring hella hard." she blushes, attempting to comprehend whatever she is reading. She actually intended to get some work done here, unlike other people.

"I'm just looking at you. I can't do that now?" He feigns, reaching over her notes to grab another fry. For reasons seemingly out of her control, Alana's eyes follow the deep-fried morsel as it travels through the air. It wasnt that she was hungry. At least not for french fries.

Yoongi pops it his mouth and holds it between his teeth when he notices Alana's attention. With a sly smirk, he uses his tongue to pull the fry between his lips until it disappears in his mouth. He chews on it slowly, as if he were savoring the starchy salted flavor. At her silence, he lifts his brows expectantly.

"Not like that." Alana muses and Yoongi chuckles.

"Like what??"

"Like you wanna eat me.." Alana says to herself, her wordless response being the way her eyes dropped back to his lips.

A knowing look comes over him and Alana wishes she could ignore it. But she couldn't.

It was as if he knew what was on her mind and was absolutely milking it. Similar to how he was acting that day months ago in his dorm, jokingly offering to worship her with his tongue until she came, since no one else ever did. As if that's what friends were for.

Ok, maybe he didn't say it like that but that's what was implied. It was also the image she had in her mind for weeks after. While back then she was sure he was only joking,(debatable, because who just says stuff like that? ), there was a hint of humor in his eyes. Unlike now.

"You're looking at me like you want something." Alana opts to say with a cheekily.

"Am I?" his voice deepened, his eyes lowering to her lips while taking another fry between his teeth.

Despite communication flowing consistently between them all weekend, Yoongi and Alana hadn't seen each other since Saturday. It didn't seem intentional, but there was an unspoken agreement to kind of allow things to breathe between them a little bit.

Despite their intentions, it did nothing to ease the tension. Especially with his unsubtle 'warning' clinging to her brain with a Gorilla Glue grip.

"Now whose staring?" Yoongi smirks, snapping Alana out of her daze. She rolled her eyes before kissing her teeth, resisting the urge to smile as she resumed writing.

"You're annoying and distracting." she lowers her gaze, returning it to her notebook.

"Now stop playing around. You know you're not gonna want to do this later and I'm not helping you with it last minute. And stop eating my fries!" She fussed, picking up her pen and scribbling some formula down. She could sense Yoongi pouting beside her but she didn't pay it any mind, even if she was fighting every urge in her to look.

"You don't even want em. And that shits not even due till next week," he grumbles and Alana crinkles her nose at his excuse.

"And? You know you're a serial procrastinator."