My Sweet Burglar (Yoonseok)

Chapter 5: The Second Time

"Min Yoongi."

"That Min Yoongi?"

"Yes, that Min Yoongi, now get the fuck off of me, Hoseok," Yoongi said with an irritated tone. That is definitely his voice. "You're fucking heavy," he added. So, I did get off of him and he stood up and tried to make an escaped, but I immediately grabbed his arm. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere." Yoongi stopped struggling and didn't face me.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is to get caught?"

"Oh I can sense that you're embarrassed," I said in a teasing way, a smirk forming on my face. I yanked him towards me, wrapping my arms around him for no easy escape. "So you're my secret admirer, huh? Never even imagined that'd happen." Yoongi didn't say anything, he just stood there, flustered. "Is that why you've been asking help from my mother?" Still no answer.

I placed my hand on his shoulders and pushed him away a bit, gently. "Yah, are you not going to answer my questions??" I asked, a bit irritated, it was like I was talking to myself.  "If you won't..." I trailed off. He looked up at me with a questioning face, making me smirk. "I'll kiss you."

His eyes widened and immediately said, "o-okay! I'll fucking tell you bastard!" His face was bright pink again. When did he ever have this side to him?

"Yeah, I was asking help from your mom, so you'd have better meals in school," Yoongi said. "You're such a good wife," I blurted, making Yoongi blush again. "Can you stop teasing me?"

"Why? It seems like you like it though?"

"No, I don't. Now shut the fuck up."

"Yoongi," I called out.

"What?" He asked, an irritated look on his face. I immediately leaned toward him, and kissed him softly. I would've made out with him, but he's just a little sapling that has yet to grow, so taking it slow would be fine. When I moved backwards he was staring into space, and snapped out of it after a few seconds.

"You asshole!" Yoongi raged and I ran away, snickering. I love teasing him.

Yoongi's POV

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What is Jung thinking, that motherfucker. I'm gonna fucking kill him the next time I see him.

I staggered through the hallway, still a bit dazed because of that kiss.

"Goddamn what is he doing?" I mumbled to myself as I made my way toward the classroom. It was still so dark outside and everyday since I planned on making Hoseok lunchboxes, I woke up so early I barely had any sleep. As I made my way to the classroom, I immediately sat on my chair and laid my head on my desk.

As I tried to fall asleep, all I could think about was how Hoseok had taken my lips for a second time. I'm not really complaining, but I take his actions toward me seriously, especially if it involves romance.

That time in preschool when he kissed me, my childhood was so full of confusion. I established I liked him when I saw him kiss another guy. Envy was coursing through me, but at the same time I hate him for having played with my feelings.

Nothing good ever comes out of liking someone like him.

I tried to sleep, but again, the second time kept me awake. I swear I'm gonna kill him next time.