Texting || MYG

3.7

yoongi and i were walking around new york city, sightseeing some more. we both had a cup of coffee in our hands, trying to keep warm. i looked at him, seeing him smiling. 

"so... are you enjoying yourself?" i asked, taking a sip from my coffee. he looked down at me, smiling and nodding. 

"i'm really having a lot of fun here ." he said, taking a sip of his coffee. i smiled.

"good. i want you too. but i think you're gonna have a lot more fun for what  have planned for us next week." yoongi had roughly been her for about two weeks,  and the most we've done was sit in his hotel room, talking, and watching movies. he was a lazy guy. it was fun in his hotel room, just being around each other, but i wanted him to see more of the city before next week when i took him down to virginia beach.

"what do you have planned for next week?" yoongi asked, confused. i giggled.

"we're gonna go down to virginia beach. we're not taking a plane because i don't have that money but i'm gonna drive us down. we're only staying for the week but it'll be fun. i already paid for the hotel and everything." he sighed, running the hand that wasn't holding his coffee through his hair.

"nina, i told you not to spend a lot of money on me." i shrugged, taking a drink from my coffee.

"yeah, you did, but it's not just for you. i've never been to Virginia Beach, so i want to go," he glared at me. i just shrugged, smiling, "what? you act like i'm not allowed to spoil myself."

"yeah, you're right. you're not supposed to because that's my job," yoongi said. my eyes went wide. did he really just say that? he looked at my reaction and chuckled, "what? i'm not allowed to spoil my best friend?" he laughed, shoving my shoulder with his slightly. i felt my heart sink. yeah, just best friends. why was i thinking so sad like this? i don't have feelings for yoongi. i just smiled, taking another drink from my coffee, which had gone cold. i pushed my recently  hair out of my face, looking down.

"yeah, you can. that's what best friends are supposed to do."

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i groaned, bringing up the pillow once more and hitting yoongi.

"i said, you little fuck, to get. up!" i said, repeatedly hitting him.  yoongi grabbed the pillow, forcing me to stop.

"will you stop fucking hitting me? jesus christ, nina." he said, taking the pillow from my hands and putting it over his face. i groaned. 

"you need to get up! i want to at least get to the hotel by three!" i whined, grabbing the pillow, trying to pull it away from his face, "i will stop and personally buy you a pillow if you get up." he groaned before sitting up, putting the pillow on his lap. 

"is it going to be a nice pillow." he said, running a hand through his hair, looking at me. he looked tired, it was obvious. 

"you can pick out the nicest pillow in the world, i don't care. just get up." and he eventually did, after about 15 minutes about asking me about the pillow. 

he's so fucking stupid. 

i was currently driving now, we had only been on the road for about 15 minutes, and yoongi was already passed out, the pillow i had bought him in between his head and the window. i already knew this was going to be a long ride. 

i was quietly playing music, trying to do something to make sure i stayed awake during the drive. it was currently five, and this was probably the earliest time i've been up since high school. i was extremely tired, and with yoongi sleeping, i have nothing to keep me company. i decided to stop and get coffee, getting the biggest cup, hoping to god it'd keep me awake. 

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"how long have we been driving?" yoongi asked, rubbing his eyes. i shrugged, looking at the highway we were on. we were currently in delaware, so it must have been for a while. i looked at the clock on my radio, seeing that it was 9:30. 

"a good four and a half hours." i said. yoongi nodded, putting his pillow on his lap.

"so does that mean we're almost there?" i shrugged again. my phone said there was traffic on the bridge ahead, and i had no doubt that it wasn't lying. 

"i guess there's traffic on the bridge we have to cross, so maybe not." surprisingly, wee got through the bridge quicker than i thought we would, with very light traffic to go through. we were now in virginia, and yoongi was looking out the window at everything we passed, amazed. 

"this is sooooo cool." he mumbled, causing me to giggle. 

"i hope so. i have everything planned out for us, so we're gonna have a ton of fun down here," i turned my music up, realizing that since yoongi was up the music wouldn't bug him, "i guess there's a bridge we have to cross to get to virginia beach and it's full of traffic, so before we have to cross i'm gonna stop at a gas station or something. i really want to change." all yoongi did was nod, still staring out the window. i rolled my eyes, smiling. 

we eventually got to a  gas station before crossing the bridge, both of us changing. i had put on a pair of jeans, putting on a sweater to go with it. when i walked out of the gas station bathroom, i saw yoongi waiting for me, wearing a pair of jeans and a short sleeved shirt. he looked me up and down before rolling his eyes. 

"we're in a state where it's hot, and you decided on a sweater?" he said, annoyed. i shrugged.

"you never know how warm it's gonna be." we both got back in the car, heading towards the bridge. yoongi groaned when he saw the traffic complaining about how it was going to take forever to get through. he started complaining even more when we had to go through under the water, whining about how his phone lost service. 

eventually, we were off of the bridge, and back on the freeway. when we finally actually reached virginia beach, yoongi was happy, almost squealing about how he could actually get out of the "most uncomfortable seat he's been in" and into a bed. it was currently 11, the time that i had thought we would get to the hotel. 

after checking us in and  going up to our hotel room, yoongi laid down on one of the beds, sighing in relief about how "amazing the bed felt". i rolled my eyes, going over to the sliding door that was in our room and looking at the view we had of the beach. it was absolutely amazing. 

"this is going to be the best week and a half ever." 

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dedicated to yoongiinfiresme bc she gave me the idea for my short story (that is coming along great btw) 

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might do a double update or update tomorrow if people vote 

also the picture is of nina's sweater ok bye