Neighbors with Benefits // BTS

Salty

April 2nd

"If you puke on me, you're gonna regret the day you ever met me. . ." Yoongi threatened me, while his eyes were on the lunch menu. I thought he was called Suga because he was "Suga sweet!" I guess not. 

I gulped carefully while waiting for him to order. Yoongi literally drained my self-esteem down for the day. I made my way to the kitchen and sighed sadly. I couldn't control myself when I'm around men. If only I was raised in a public school with public boys and girls. 

"Alright! I would like the french onion soup and the creme brulee." Yoongi said. I walked over to him to pick up the menu and made my way back into the kitchen to prepare the soup. I wished Namjoon or Jin were here. I feel so depressed now.

While chopping some onions I heard Suga singing. Or what I thought it was singing. I think it was called rapping. I tried picking up a conversation with him. Before I had the chance to speak, I vomited. It was quiet enough for Yoongi not to hear me. I quickly cleaned and sanitized the cutting board and brought in a fresh new white onion. 

"Sorry on what I said earlier. . ." Yoongi said. I glanced at him and found him staring at me. I faced my eyes away from his gaze and shook my head. 

"I just don't want to lose my sweg. . ." He smirked.

What he said almost made me laugh. My lack of confidence grew back, only enough for me to accept his apology. "I-I understand." Not really.

It became silent for a while and Yoongi adjusted his chair. "Do you have any hobbies?" 

"Violin. . ." I smiled. 

"Ah, nice nice." 

Yoongi got up from his chair and made his way to the couch. He flopped like a fish and collapsed. "I'm taking a little nap. Wake me up when it's ready." 

O~~~~~~~~O

"Um, Yoongi. . . . your french onion soup and creme brulee are ready. . ." I quietly said over his lifeless body. I made a small poke to check if he would wake up from that. Didn't worked. I hesitated to make him shake. Suddenly his hand grabbed my arm so tightly that I made a little yelp. Yoongi slowly opened his eyes and released me.

"Sorry, I thought you were Hoseok." 

I took some steps back giving him enough space for him to get up and stretch. He walked to the table and sat down. "Thank you, it smells good." 

"Y-yes, you're welcome. . ." 

O~~~~~~~~O

The moon arrived in the scene. I had a lovely view to see the stars near the dining table. While I was eating my dinner the doorbell rang. Maybe it was Namjoon giving me the albums. Or Jin coming by to say hello. I placed my fork down on my napkin and walked over to the door. I didn't expect who I thought was going to be here. 

"Can I sleep here for tonight? The couch is fine." He literally had his pajamas on with a pair of headphones on his neck and a pillow.