purity //myg

VIII

It had been one and a half weeks that Yoongi's been tutoring me and I was already getting better at maths. When he explained it, he made it sound so much easier and I soon realized that they actually were easier indeed.

Sometimes I would find it hard to pay attention to what he was saying but that's only because it was difficult for me not to stare at his soft lips while he spoke. Their movements fascinated me, I thought they were a lot more intense than other people's. And when he would laugh at a probably funny comment of mine, his teeth would appear and I'd be left there wondering, how can, even that characteristic of his, look so perfect.

'Cause , truth is, I did find Yoongi perfect. His clear,pale skin was flawless, he had the most beautiful eye smile I've ever seen in an asian guy, his dark hair were never filthy and he, himself, smelled like roses.

Maybe he showers with rosewater.

I'd get chills every time his long fingers brushed the pages of my book and my biggest desire was now to discover how his touch would feel against my body.

"Ariana? Ariaaaanaaaa?"

Hell his voice was at the top of the list with all the things that made him fascinating; it was low and deep and husky,it sounded like a long drawl everytime he talked. He also spoke in a way which I can't really define but he'd speak some words uniqly, like turning 's' into a 'th', the 'theater' 's one. I could notice that for sure every time he called me baepsae.

He was just so...etherial.

"Hmm?"

"Are you paying any attention?" He laughed.

I am, just not in maths.

"Aha..." I nodded my head.

"You don't seem to be very concentrated, you know." He put his pencil down and leaned his body on the chair's back.

I know.

"Are you not feeling well?" He asked.

I shifted on my seat, sitting up as I had been occupying most of the desk's space. I didn't want him to think i was about to drift off to sleep while he tutored me.

Yes, I wasn't focused on the exercise because I had my eyes fixed on his side profile, observing his small mouth as he talked.

However, I also had ,yet another, thing on my mind that I wanted to ask him about but I didn't know exactly how.

"Um, no I'm fine. Just tired of these fucking maths' problems, why can't they solve it on their own?" I complained.

He didn't laugh at this one since it was around the third time I was saying it but he did shook his head and bit his lip.

Am I giving him a hard time?

"I'm serious, I'm done with those exes. Why are we even looking for 'em? Mobody should deal with them."

Yoongi looked at me with a confused look on his face.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

I set my pencil down as well, ready to explain to him.

"Well, aren't we looking for x? You know, x like ex? Meaning former?"

He got the joke and a small smile creeped on his face as I put the books away.

"Um,what are you doing?" He asked.

"Told you, I'm not doing any more maths for today." I stacked the books in my library, then turned around to face him.

"Then I shall get goin-"

"No! No, don't go, stay!" I gently pushed him back on the chair and sat on the desk in front of him.

I placed my legs on the chair he was sitting at, on the sides of his thighs. it made him feel uncomfortable, J could tell, so he once again leaned back, in the chair's back, as much as he could.

"I wanted to ask you something. more preferable, suggest something." I started.

He nodded his head and told me to go ahead. I took a deep breath beforehand. see, I didn't know how he'd respond but I really wanted him to accept.

"Sooo...there's this party me and my best friend have been waiting for since summer and I was wondering, maybe you'd like to go with me?"

But he did say nothing.