Min Yoongi's Game

//Part 2//

"Ring Ring! Your favorite bad boy is out at the moment, leave a message at the beep or don't I could care less. Have a fantastic day. Yours truly, Min Yoongi."

Min Yoongi was a full fledged idiot. He has the nerve to tell me to give him a call and yet he doesn't even answer my spontaneous call when I finally decide to reach out to him.

It wasn't my intention to reach out to him, however, I had a freaky realization at 2:16 am in the comfort of my own bed in which convinced me to play along with Min Yoongi's game. There's no way I would fall for such an arrogant, cocky, and narcissistic person so playing in his game couldn't possibly be of any harm. In addition, Yoongi's cheeky game would mean revenge on Jeon cheating Jungkook.

Perhaps he wasn't answering my call because it was nearly three in the morning, but nevertheless, he should be on call after proposing such a daring game.

Thirty minutes pass of silence and darkness before I hear my phone rapidly vibrating, the phone's screen flashing with his name on it.

"I knew you would call," he says the moment I pick up, his voice sounding dry and low as if he had just now wakened up.

I ruffle my nose and reply, "And how was that?"

"There's only one person who hates Jeon Jungkook more than me, you would do anything to get back at him," he replies swiftly, I could just imagine his ever so cocky grin.

"I don't necessarily hate him," I mutter, not wanting to admit that Yoongi was right.

He snorts through the phone and I hear each and every breath of his, "Darling, you hate him with your entire soul."

I don't reply to him immediately, I do hate Jungkook. Jungkook is probably an even bigger jerk than Min Yoongi, the simple mention of him is painful.

"Anyways, what's the game plan?" I ask, shifting the phone to my other ear.

"Glad to hear you're speaking my language," he begins "At school tomorrow I'll properly court you and then win the game because you'll fall in love with my quicker than it takes Taylor Swift to write a song about her ex."

I laugh; he's got a half crack decent sense of humor. Maybe these next fake three months wouldn't be entirely awful; I mean as long as I keep a wall up that is perfectly indestructible.

"Court me?" I ask before continuing, "Who am I, Juliet?"

He snickers, "You've got a big smart mouth, Grey."

I cockily smile to myself in the darkness of the night, moonlight peeking through my slightly dusty blinds.

We talk for fifteen minutes about aimless nothing until I find myself yawning.

"Go to sleep", he says softly through the phone.

I shake my head, in which he obviously cant see and yet he sighs in response to my unsaid reaction.

"No, you go to sleep," I whisper into the phone.

I could now imagine him shaking his head.

"Okay" he says, three beeps occur to notify me that he has hung up on me.

Goodnight, Yoongi.

***

Six a.m.

At six in the morning, I received a call from the same voice I had last heard from three hours ago.

I ignore the call at first, but the ringing and vibrating of my cell phone had became so frequent it was hard to ignore. He even bothered to leave voice mails by the dozen. The beeps of my phone were more than just irritable.

Our little game hadn't officially started yet and I am already ready to call quits. Min Yoongi has quite the nerve and is quite obnoxious, and to think that he believes I am going to fall for someone of his nature.

Four calls later and I find myself picking up my phone and answering it, very sleep deprived.

"What do you want?" I groan in response.

He doesn't say anything for a second; I hear a tap in my room. I turn towards the noise to see Yoongi tapping against my window at six in the morning.

I slide out of bed and make my way to the window, struggling to open it. Once it's barely open he pulls it all the way up and slides through.

He's wearing a black puma sweatshirt with black skinny jeans. His hair is completely disheveled and yet he still looks like a person who could be on the runway.

"Good morning princess." he says, his voice not at all fazed by the time of day.

I don't say anything and just roll back into the bed. After a minute of relaxation my phone rings, I answer.

"Morning princess."

I throw my phone back down and burry my face into the pillow.

Seconds later my phone rings again.

"What do you want?" I yell into my phone.

"You," he says smoothly.

Why was he calling me when he was literally two feet away?

I prepare myself to retort something sarcastic, but before I get the chance I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

Crap.

"Honey, are you okay?" I hear my dad ask.

My eyes bulge slightly and I push myself up from my comfortable position and stare at Yoongi. I hear the sound of my door knob twisting.

I run towards my door and put all my body weight against it, not wanting my dad to open it and reveal Yoongi.

"Im okay, Dad. Just-"

Yoongi smirks at me and knocks my textbooks off the dresser.

"Honey?" my dad ask through the door.

I glare at Yoongi.

"Cramps, girl stuff." I mutter, hoping my bluff would be acceptable.

I don't hear a reply for a moment, myself completely terrified of what my dad could be thinking about.

"Okay, if you need anything just tell me." he replies and I hear his footsteps from him walking away.

The moment the coast is clear I move from the door and throw my textbook at Yoongi.

He dodges it and smirks at me.

"I love you too, darling." he replies with a cheeky grin.

I give him a smirk and silently reassure myself that he will be the one to say the words to me truthfully in less than three months. I cant wait until the day he says those three words meaningfully and I simply crush his big bad boy heart.

Three words are all it takes, I love you.