"So you like basketball, huh?"
I started after Yoongi turned again around to me to see my reaction to his room.
He scratched the back of his head his eyes wandering on the floor and mine just landed on the mouth mask collection lying on his bed side table.
He had a lot, just to hide his stunning face.
Showing his face would mean, let society judge you.
And Yoongi never wanted to be judged.
He said he doesn't give a shit, but deep down there was a innocent, pure child living and holding back it's tears.
Yoongi had to hide and he did to protect himself, to be himself and not get changed by society.
"I play a lot."
His voice took me back to reality and the way he chuckled afterwards warmed my heart up.
"Oh that's so cool, I love it!"
I said and clapped my hands, cause it actually was one of the only games I liked to play.
Back then in primary school I used to play it a lot with the boys from my class.
Yoongi smirked as he picked up the basketball.
"Sure, I bet you suck at it."
I punched him slightly against his shoulder and gave him a small smile.
"Your english sucks."
I sassed, jokingly.
Yoongi smirk faded and suddenly turned around to his desk to pick up the script.
We obviously had to practise, and so we did.
He stumbled upon the words, misspronouncing them and making me correct him.
Usually I would freak out about a person who can't even pronounce 'beloved' properly, but for some reason the only thing that went crazy was my heart beat whenever I corrected him and he mumbled an apologize or just gave me a gummy smile.
He surely was adorable and for some reason he wasn't that bad at acting.
"Juliette..."
He then suddenly said, and lifting my chin up to look at him.
'Wait is he actually going to-'
"There's a kissing part here."
He said and pointed at the script.
I couldn't help but blush and soon I nervously rushed my words.
"I-I mean it's just... I-I.... It's just ac-"
my chin still lifted up, when he suddenly pressed his lips against mine, leaving my whole body frozen.
All I could feel was this heath leaving his lips and going through my whole body, setting all those butterflies in my stomach free.
I was just trying to controll the urge to pull him into a deeper kiss.
He slowly let go of my lips and opened his eyes just to look into mine, and blush immediatly.
I just looked back and could feel my cheeks heat up and were probably as blushed as his when.
"W-Wait can I redo that?!"
He stuttered looking down at my lips.
He obviously wasn't in controll of his actions, shyness was overwhelming him and he stopped the eye contact.
He took a deep breath and I did to.
The taste of his lips still on my lips.
I could still feel the feeling he gave me.
I wanted him to kiss me again, cause for some reason it seemed like it became the only way for me to survive.
I felt like I would suffocate and only his kiss would make me feel alive.
I laid down my hand next to his and brushed his, therefore he looked back at me, his cheeks still in this pink-ish tone.
'Just, close the gap between you two'
I thought but something stopped me.
It was like someone would push me away with all their strength so I couldn't kiss him.
This little voice in my head was just crawling back, telling me to chill and whispering about all the insecurities I had.
It destroyed my self confidence and made me shy.
I just remained as I was and wished for him to do the next step, but eventually someone else did.
_
There were 3 Knocks against Yoongis door, before someone opened it and burst into the room.
"Yoongi, I need-"
A tall figure was standing there, but I couldn't look up, I just felt so embarrassed.
"What?"
Yoongi groaned back.
'Damn he's salty.'
"Nevermind."
I could feel eyes staring at me and looked up carefully, just to see a young man, almost looking like Yoongi.
He had some diffrent features and he was older, I guess.
I couldn't really judge since he quickly left again, leaving Yoongi and me back in this awkward silence.
