purity //myg

VII

"So you like him?" Soeyeon asked me through the phone.

It was afternoon that I was waiting in the living room for Yoongi. I had told my mother that I'd have a classmate of mine coming over to help me with my homework. 'That's nice, raise your grades up and you won't be punished anymore' was all she said.

"No, it's not like that. I'm just glad it's him that he tutors me."

"So you like him!"

I sighed, being fed up with this. Since my after-school, private conversation -and by private I mean without Soeyeon breathing upon my neck- with him,she had asked me about Yoongi for more than five times this day.

"I won't argue with you, I'll lose precious time." I tried to ignore her and make her stop.

But I should've known her better.

"You won't argue with me because you'll lose in general." She fought.

Luckily, the doorbell rang the exact same second and I was saved from hearing more. At least for today.

"He's here! I gotta go, see ya!" I hang up.

I rushed to open the door and came face to face with Yoongi wearing a pair of black spectacles and his black hair kind of messy.

Once I see him I froze. This look suited him so fucking fine it gave me stupid butterflies in my stomach.

If girls like nerds, hell THIS is MY type of nerd.

I shook my head.

"Oh hi, Yoongi. Come in." I smiled at him and stepped aside to make room for him to enter the house.

I tried to quickly guide him to my room before my mum realizes he's here and wants to greet him but since I am a truly clumsy person (I guess I'm like my cousin, Namjoon) I fucking had to knock of the fucking vase with the flowers that stood on the coffee table.

Yoongi made it and caught it in the air before it hit the ground and break into pieces but all the flowers fell and so did the water, splashing the space near me, causing my jeans to get soaked.

"Ariadne? What did you do again -Oh hey there! You must be Yoongi, right?" My mum stormed into the living room.

They bowed to each other just like Koreans do every time they meet someone new.

See, my family is really complicated. Mum is a Korean while my dad comes from Italy.

He is a doctor and at the time he met my mum, he was in Korea studying acupuncture in addition to his medical studies. They fell in love, got married, had two children, my little brother and I,

Classic story, nothing special.

"I just wanted to thank you for helping my daughter, it's really nice of you and means a lot." Mum smiled at him.

He barely made it to say 'It's nothing really' before I grabbed his arm and pulled him away and into my room, leaving my mother to clean up the mess I had made a minute ago.

I quickly closed the door behind me and sighed.

"Ariadne?" Yoongi smiled at me. "Your name is actually Ariadne? I thought it was Arianna!" He was surprised.

"It's both." I shrugged. "Arianna is the Italian version of Ariadne, actually."

I unzipped my jeans and Yoongi had already turned his head so he doesn't see me change.

Most boys would definitely not turn their heads away in a chance to see a girl in her underwear but Yoongi was just not like the others.

Maybe it was his religion or the way he was raised that had provided him with this kind of respect. Maybe it was both.

"I would appreciate it if you warned me first next time." He told me.

I put on a pair of simple black leggings and made my way toward him, having my mind made up: I would tease him a little bit.

I loved teasing guys. Don't get me wrong but believe me, the feeling is amazing. It's like you have the power to do things but you also have the choice. If you don't want to, you just leave them there, getting a fucking boner alone.

"Next time? Are you implying that there's gonna be another time?" I grinned at him.

Immediately, I witnessed him blushing. I swear, it was the cutest thing ever,my heart almost melt.

"N-No,I didn't mean it that way!" He hurried to protest.

"So you wouldn't want it to be that way?I'm hurt." I pouted.

"Ah, it's not that!J-Just,...let's focus on maths, shall we?"

I nodded my head 'yes' and sat on a chair next to him, at my desk. He opened his books and I got my textbook.

"Ready?" He asked me, tilting his head and looking into my eyes.

I instantly felt secure. Like, this time, I didn't have to worry about not understanding maths or not being able to solve its problems.

"As ready as I'll ever be."