Mister Saviour

8

Dami watched her go, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. She had bought some time for Namjoon, but she knew that the situation was far from resolved. She turned to leave, only to find Yoongi waiting outside, his arms crossed over his chest. Just with his presence itself, a smile spread across Dami's lips.

"I hope you haven't forgotten our arcade date." He said as she walked towards him and hugged him. Dami broke it off with a laugh. 

"Is it a date?" she asks, her eyes glinting.

Yoongi shrugs, playing it cool. "Whatever you want to call it," he says, smiling back. "But I've missed spending time with you like this." His words hang in the air, and Dami feels a warmth spread through her. They had always had a connection, but she had never allowed herself to consider the possibility of it being more than friendship. Not when Namjoon was in the picture.

The arcade was a welcome escape from the chaos of her work and the emotional turmoil of the wedding planning. The neon lights and the cacophony of video games and laughter washed over her, reminding her of simpler times. They played air hockey, the plastic puck sliding back and forth with surprising ferocity, and Dami found herself laughing, really laughing, for the first time in what felt like forever. Yoongi's eyes shone with mischief as he scored point after point, and she couldn't help but feel alive in his presence.

They moved on to the racing games, Yoongi's competitive spirit coming out in full force as he tried to beat her high score. Dami leaned into the game, the wind from the virtual world rushing through her hair, the smell of greasy food and stale popcorn mingling with the faint scent of his cologne. She felt his gaze on her, and when she glanced over, she found him watching her with a soft smile, his eyes filled with something she couldn't quite place.

They took a break to grab snacks, the familiar crunch of nachos and the sweetness of soda bringing back memories of their childhood sleepovers. They talked about the band's beginnings, and the countless hours they had spent in this very arcade, dreaming of the future. Yoongi's flirting was subtle but persistent, a gentle nudge that made her heart flutter every time. It was easy to get lost in the comfort of their friendship, the way their laughter filled the space between them. 

Dami won at Dance Dance Revolution, her feet moving with a grace that belied her exhaustion. Yoongi clapped for her, his eyes shining with pride. "I always knew you had it in you," he said, and she rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed but secretly thrilled by his praise. They moved on to the shooting games, their hands on the plastic guns, their eyes focused on the screens in front of them. The sounds of lasers and explosions filled the air, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. 

But as the zombies on the screen grew more numerous and more aggressive, she found herself struggling to keep up. Her aim was off, and she was taking more hits than she was dishing out. Yoongi noticed her frustration and moved closer, his body heat a comforting presence beside her. "Here, let me help," he said, placing his hands over hers. His fingers wrapped around the gun, guiding her movements with surprising gentleness.

Dami's heart skipped a beat as she felt his warmth seep into her. They had never been this close before, not like this. They had always been friends, a bond forged in childhood that had lasted through the years and the distance. But now, with his hands over hers, their bodies almost touching, it felt like something was shifting between them.

The zombies on the screen fell one by one, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Not just from the game, but from the closeness of their bodies, the way their breaths mingled in the cool arcade air. His thumb brushed against her knuckles, and she swallowed hard, trying to focus on the game. But it was difficult when all she could think about was the way his chest was rising and falling with every breath, the way his eyes met hers in the reflection of the screen.

Dami's breath hitched as she felt his chest against her back, his hands guiding her every move. She could feel his breath in her ear, his heart beating in sync with the rhythm of the game. The zombies on the screen grew fewer, and she found herself getting lost in game.

When the game finally ended, with their victory screen flashing, she turned to face him, her eyes wide with excitement. But the moment their eyes met, the air between them changed. The smile on Yoongi's face was softer now, and she could see something in his eyes that she had never noticed before. A vulnerability, a yearning, that mirrored her own feelings.

For a few moments, they just stood there, the buzz of the arcade fading into the background. Dami's heart was racing, and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "We... we won," she said, her voice small and unsure.

Yoongi's eyes searched hers, his hands still trapping her between him and the screen. "Yeah," he said, his voice a low rumble. "We make a good team."

It took them a few minutes to realize just how close they were standing. Dami's heart was racing, and she could feel the warmth of his body against hers. She knew they shouldn't be this close, not when she was supposed to be focusing on planning her ex's wedding to someone else. But she couldn't bring herself to move away. There was something about his presence that was comforting, that made her feel seen in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

Yoongi's eyes searched hers, and she knew he could see the tumult of emotions playing out on her face. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "Dami," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. She takes in a soft, sharp breath, savouring the feeling of his closeness and his coffee scent.

Before she could say anything, his lips were on hers, gentle at first, as if asking for permission. Dami's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a rush of feelings she had long buried. It was like the dam had broken, and all the love and longing she had pushed aside for years came flooding back.

Her body reacted instinctively, leaning into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his chest. Yoongi's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and she melted into him. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. The arcade faded away, and it was just the two of them, lost in a moment that felt both new and familiar.

When they finally broke apart, Dami's eyes searched Yoongi's face, looking for an explanation, for some sign of what this meant. He didn't say anything, just held her, his eyes filled with a gentle understanding that made her want to kiss him and punch him at the same time. Because even the thought of wanting to kiss him in the moment was a surprise. 

Dami pulled away slightly, her breath coming in short gasps. "What was that?" she breathed out, her voice shaky. 

Yoongi took a step back, his expression a mix of surprise and regret. "I'm sorry," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't mean to... I- I just..."

Dami's mind was racing. She had never seen this side of him before, never allowed herself to consider that he might feel the same way she did. "Yoongi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are we doing?"

Yoongi took a step back, his eyes searching hers. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "I've tried to keep it all in, Dami. I didn't want to mess things up between us, especially now."

Dami felt the same confusion that she felt mirrored in his gaze. They had been friends for so long, had seen each other through so much. The line between friendship and something more had always been clear, but now it felt blurred. "What are you talking about, Yoongi?" She looked at him, gulping nervously. Thought she had asked what he meant, she wasn't ready to know what he meant. 

Yoongi took a step back, his eyes searching hers. "I can't do this," he murmured, his voice tight with emotion. "Not now, not like this." He turned to leave, his shoulders tense. Dami watched him go, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she needed space too, to process what had just happened. The kiss was a revelation, one that shook the very foundation of their friendship.