stuffie [ Yoonkook/Sugakookie ] ☆BANG BANGTAN AWARDS☆

Nineteen

My eyes shot open wide and my lips parted. I almost returned the words, but his breathing grew slower and deeper and suddenly I told myself what I didn't want to hear. I told myself that he wasn't thinking straight and that he had too much to drink. But it was the right thing to say.

I lay awake, trapped and entangled with the other petite male. My white shirt was nearly a dress on him and his mint green hair was still damp, but he was so beautiful when he slept. His long eyelashes were so dark against his flawless pale skin.

It was nearly four in the morning when I had finally managed to fall asleep.

"Jungkook!" Yoongi swatted my arm and I sat up abruptly, my forehead hitting his painfully hard. "Ouch, you idiot, what was that for?"

"For waking me up like that! What's wrong?" We both rubbed our aching foreheads and for a moment there was silence.

"The only item of clothing I am wearing right now is your shirt. What happened last night?" He demanded, standing at the bedside a few steps away from where he had, moments earlier, been looming over me.

"You expect me to put on a dry pair of underwear for you? I would have felt so..." I trailed off as my cheeks heated up and Yoongi tilted his head, glaring at me in frustration.

"What on earth happened last night?" Suga groaned, rubbing his veiny hand over his eyes.

"You drank so much that you tried to have your way with me in the pool at the party. Jin offered us a room, but I dragged you home instead and we both were still soaked from being in the pool, so I tried to change your clothes for you but it didn't work out that way, obviously," I explained, scratching the back of my neck nervously. "I-It wasn't like that at all, Yoongi!" I blurted when he continued to glare at me. My cheeks felt so hot that I knew my face was nearly as red as a tomato.

"Jungkook, spare me a headache and just put me in the bathtub next time? I need a shower anyways." Yoongi turned to walk off into the bathroom and my shirt revealed the backs of his thighs and his feminine legs well. Too well, in fact.

"Great," I mumbled. "What have I gotten myself into, now?" I questioned myself as I played with the ears of my beloved stuffed cat.

At about noon, a fully clothed Yoongi had agreed that we go back out to shop again. On one condition. If I told him every single detail about what had happened the night before. And so I did, and I even included the last three words that he had told me the moment before Yoongi fell asleep. 

"Jungkook," Yoongi said quietly, his cheeks flushing a very gentle pink as he looked down at his lap. He was sitting on the arm of the couch opposite where I was sitting. "I'm sorry about last night."

"Its fine, I promise. It's okay. It's not like you meant it or anything." I froze when he lowered his head even more, almost in shame. "Did you?" I inquired with a soft tone, my voice trembling at the thoughts of what he could say.

"Well, Jungkookie," Yoongi looked up with a pained smile on his face. "I didn't break up with Jimin for nothing." And suddenly, Yoongi's hands were covering his pale face and he was crying ever so softly. I couldn't hear him, but I could see his body shaking.

Immediately, I shot up from the couch that I was sitting on and went to sit right behind the arm rest. I wrapped my arms around his thin waist and pulled him off of the arm rest to sit next to me.

"Kookie, I'm so sorry. I know that you don't love me. How could you possibly love someone like me? After everything that I've done to hurt you or scare you or-" I interrupted him with a soft, reassuring kiss.

"Do you remember when I showed you how Taehyung kissed me?" I questioned when we parted. I giggled quietly and I felt my cheeks warm with a light blush. "I wouldn't have kissed you if I felt nothing for you."

Silence, and then I broke it, "Yoongi?"

"Yeah...?"

"I love you too."