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Seomin woke up from her deep slumber because of the loud banging on her door outside her house. She made an effort to get up out off bed. While changing into her neater clothes, the banging on the door became louder each second. When she was finally done, she made her way to the door that let people enter a house so simple but unique. A perfect description of Seomin herself. As she opened the door, she saw the person standing infront of her house, almost using his clenched fist to knock on the door even though it was already open.

"Yoongi? Why are you here so early?"

"Girl, it's almost noon."

"Oh..." Seomin replied.

Seomin let Yoongi into her house. Yoongi was a good friend, a best friend, to be more precise, of Seomin. He would visit her every single day at different timings which were unknown to her. Seomin walked into the kitchen to look for food for Yoongi to eat. To her disappointment, there was nothing but ramyeon.

"Have you eaten lunch?" She asked, hoping his answer is a 'yes.'

"No. Do you have food?" He replied.

Oh great. There's nothing to eat here except for ramyeon. Am I seriously just gonna give my guest ramyeon? Seomin thought as Yoongi continued speaking.

"I'm fine with anything since I'm not a picky eater. Even if you have ramyeon, you can just give that to me."

Oh thank goodness! Great friend he is.

Seomin proceeded to take all the things she needed to prepare the ramyeon. In a few minutes time, she would be watching her best friend eat, as if she was a stalker. She wasn't one though, it's more of Yoongi being the stalker. He always knew what she was doing. As she thought about the memories the two of them made, she prepared the ramyeon for Yoongi.

A few minutes later, Yoongi could see Seomin walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot, steaming ramyeon. Flashing a smile, he thanked her.

"Thanks a lot." He said as he slurped his noodles. Watching him eat, Seomin smiled, fangirling over his cuteness.

How can he be so cute even when he's eating noodles like that? She thought as soup splashed here and there. When he was done eating, Seomin brought the empty bowl into the kitchen and washed it clean. She exited the kitchen when Yoongi said,

"Wanna go out? For like new year shopping or something. Is that even a thing? Let's just go shopping. I think I need new clothes..."

Seomin chuckled and agreed to go shopping with him. Before they left, she showered while Yoongi played some video games using the game console that Seomin owned. When she finished showering, she quickly walked into her room to change into the clothes she was going to wear for the day. Her outfit was cute and simple; A white top with long sleeves and a pink, flowy skirt. A pair of pink converse sneakers were used too. When she walked out of her room into the living room, Yoongi whistled.

"Wow. You look cute." He said as he smirked. Embarrassed, Seomin kept her eyes on the floor of her house. They walked out together and made their way to Yoongi's car, black in colour. Just like his soul... Seomin thought. Yoongi might be rude and cold to others but to Seomin, he opened up about everything. Everything about him was known by Seomin and no one else. According to Yoongi himself, Seomin was the only friend he could open up to.

As they entered his car, Seomin thought about the compliment given by Yoongi which made her face flush red. Cute... am I really cute?

Cute.
A word Yoongi would never use. Until today. Until he laid eyes on the simple but cute outfit which Seomin wore.

Cute.
A word said by Yoongi which made Seomin's heart beat rapidly. If it was said by any other boy, she'd take it as a small compliment. It wouldn't have made her heart beat rapidly. But when Yoongi said it, it made her heart beat as fast as it could.

What is this guy doing to me?

Cute?

How can a single word make my heart beat so quickly?

Min Yoongi...

What have you done to my feelings?

With those questions wandering in Seomin's mind, Yoongi drove off to their destination.

;;last song playing while writing this chapter
yesterdayblock b

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