Texting || MYG

3.8

"min yoongi wake up!" i yelled, jumping on yoongi's hotel bed in our hotel room. it was our third day in virginia beach, and the only thing we had done was very little sightseeing. today, i had planned for us to go to the beach, if this lazy boy ever got up. i had picked up that sleeping was his favorite thing to do, just because he slept a lot in new york, not because of jetlag.

yoongi groaned and grabbed the pillow from under his head, hitting me in the legs with it. i fell, falling perfectly next to him, my face close to his. i felt butterflies in my stomach, the same stupid butterflies i had been getting since he landed In new york two weeks ago. he opened one eye, staring at me.

"why must i wake up?" he groaned, his voice deep. oh my god that morning voice. my eyes widened before i sat up, looking anywhere but him. you don't have feelings for your best friend, nina.

"because we're going to the beach, remember?" i said, getting off of his bed. i walked towards my suitcase that sat in the corner of the room. i dug through it, trying to find my swimsuit.

"i didn't agree to this." i heard yoongi groan. i shrugged, grabbing my swimsuit when i found it. i turned around. my eyes widened when i saw him.

"what?" he asked when he saw my reaction, scratching his bare chest.

"this is my first time seeing you shirtless. i'm shocked." yoongi just smiled, walking towards his suitcases and pulling out a random shirt.

"i mean, if we're going to the beach, you might have to get used to it." he said, putting on his shirt. i blushed then turned around, trying to find something to wear over my swimsuit.

"yeah but you're so pale." i heard him groan.

"yah, nina,"i ignored him, carelessly throwing stuff out of my suitcase. i tried throwing the shirt i was going to wear on my bed, but he grabbed my wrist, causing me to drop it, "nina." i turned around, looking him in the eyes.

"hm?" i said, trying to play off how fast my heart was beating. this is just because you haven't had a boyfriend since your sophomore year of high school, nina, these feelings aren't real.

"are you sure that swimsuit is appropriate." yoongi said. i rolled my eyes.

"sorry dad, i didn't realize that a bikini was inappropriate." i said, pulling my wrist out of his hand. i turned around, trying to find my shorts in my suitcase.

"nina..." he trailed off. i found my shorts and turned around, pushing past him and grabbing my shirt off the floor.

"i'm going to get ready. you're not getting out of getting some sunlight, yoongi." i said, walking towards the bathroom. i went in and quickly got changed. when i was done, i looked at my reflection in the mirror. i pushed my hair out of my face, sighing slightly. you aren't attracted to yoongi, nina. you're just being delusional. i ran my hand through my hair, groaning. what would do if you actually did like him? it's not you're his type anyways. i remember when he told what his ideal type was. long blond hair, blue eyes, great personality. then there was me. Brown, short hair, brown eyes, i mean, i wasn't even white, which seemed like something he liked. i was rude, and harsh towards him. he'd never like you, nina, and it's not like you like him.

i reached for my makeup bag, frowning when i realized it wasn't there. i swear to god i left it there yesterday. my eyes scanned the bathroom, finding nothing relatively close to my makeup bag. i groaned , opening the bathroom and poking my head out.

"yoongi where did you-" i stopped when i saw him. he was putting on a different shirt, and his pants hung low on his hips.

"where did i what?" yoongi asked, pulling his shirt down. he looked at me. i smiled.