I woke up, way before my alarm, and my stomach was tied with guilt, excitement and perhaps hunger. I heard a clattering sound, so presumably, F/N was up. She always wakes up early, way earlier than I do, even on weekends. I rushed into the bathroom, and stood under the refreshing spray of the shower. A few minutes later I brushed up and clean, making my way down stairs for breakfast.
"F/N, what's for breakfast?" I asked before walking into the kitchen.
"Pancakes and with 'Suga'. I hear they're your favourite..." said a recognisably deep voice. Yoongi. What was he doing here? When I entered, he grinned, and I didn't know whether to look happy or anxious. I wondered aloud, why he was here, at my house. He knew where I lived, sure. But I never gave him my address. Unless...
"Oh, Y/N , you might be wondering how I found your house. Well, F/N told me." He pointed with his spatula at the sleeping F/N, who was smiling, dreaming about rainbows or ponies, as usual.
I was stunned. "But-how...F/N-You? What?""
Yoongi laughed. "F/N and me, we used to work together. In a music composing studio. Didn't she tell you she had a part time job for a while? When you guys finished your GCSEs? Hmm?"
"But how do you know I live with her?"
"She's a right chatter-box. Obviously she told me her and your plans-"
"Let me guess, she said 'Y/N ', right?"
"Of course. Your name pops up everywhere. Plus she told me the same street, so the two dots join, pretty obviously."
"Pretty obviously?" I chuckled. He came towards me and gave me a hug. Then it occurred to me.
"How did you come in? I mean I was asleep, she was asleep-she still is, but you know..."
"I knocked this morning, no one opened it, but the door handle was a bit drooping, so-"
"Oh crap, I never locked the door!"I realised. At least no one came in, hopefully. The pancakes with sugar, as I heard him say, were delicious. He pointed out, "It's Suga. Not sugar." pronouncing it delicately, pointing at his own self. Ah, I got it. He is the 'Suga'. He later said, "My nickname is Suga.""
I laughed, and gave him my play on words, "Oh, that is such a sweet name", exaggerating the word, 'sweet'. He smirked once more, asking to drop me off to school, in his Audi. I couldn't resist the offer, so I just nodded at him, enthusiastically.
I heard shuffling behind me, so I turned to see F/N, blinking in confusion, out of waking up. She struggled to hide a yawn, then realised what was happening, "Wh-What's going on? Y/N ?" then her eyes swivelled towards Yoongi, "S-Suga? What are you doing here? Did she let you in?" She pointed at me, still trying to blink into reality. I smiled and Yoongi lied, "Yep, she did."
I was relieved he said that, because otherwise, if F/N found out I left the door open last night, she would have been giving me a really long lecture about how- it's-not-safe-to-leave-the-door-open-because-you-could-get-raped, or something like that.
"Well, thanks for not waking me up for school." She nudged me. I just smiled. She enjoys school doesn't she? Then she rushed upstairs without saying another word.
I called to her, "I'm off then, F/N. Yoon...Suga is dropping me off. Do you wanna come with me?"
She yelled back, "It's Ok! You go, I don't mind!" I felt satisfied somehow. I wanted to be alone with Yoongi by my side.
We walked towards his black Audi, and he opened the driver side door for me, "Go ahead..."
"I thought you're the one who's driving-"
YOU ARE READING
Wild flower
Storie d'amoreWhat dark to you is light to me, under the cover of the cold, is a beautiful soul, named Min Yoongi.