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6.

Yoongi's POV.

I woke up early the next morning. I was just laying there and had him on my hug. He was sleeping quietly and his hands were touching my chest and his head was inside my hug. I couldn't do anything else but looking at him. He was so beautiful and cute. Wait. What am i saying??

After some minutes he opened his eyes.

Yoongi's POV ends.

I woke up and the first thing i saw it was him. He was holding me on his arms. It was warm and safe..
It was the first time that i have felt like that..i looked at him and he looked in my eyes with a weird stare. A stare that i never expect him to show. Especially to me. A romantic stare. Wow. He was so handsome with these messy hair of his..these sleepy eyes..and these red lips..what?? Why am i thinking of these right now?? Ah. Now i remember. We..kissed last night. We did. We actually did. He kissed me.

M.Y: Goodmorning..
K.T:*blushed* G-goodmorning..
M.Y: How did you sleep?
K.T: F-fine..*looks down and blushed more*
M.Y: Last night you were like a lil teddy bear..
K.T://w-what??//*becomes red*
M.Y: You were so close to me..
K.T:*stands up but falls from the couch* ahh!..
M.Y: are you okay?*looked at me*
K.T:*stands up quickly and run upstairs to the bathroom and closed the door behind me*//this is...not real...its a nightmare..i will wake up..hahah..//*puts water in my face*//he said that...did i do something wrong..?//*looked at the mirror*//I'm so red..w-why am i like this?..i feel so nervous..and...something inside my chest...i feel butterflies inside my stomach..//*touched my chest*//m-my heart..is..beating fast..w-why?...everytime that I'm near him..//

Then a knock sounded in the door.

M.Y: Hey! Are you okay in there?
K.T:*is red*...
M.Y: Can you hear me?*knocked again*
K.T: y-yeah..
M.Y:*comes in and touches my face with his hands* you are warm as hell! Are you sick??
K.T:*looked at him* n-no! I-im fine!*blushed more*
M.Y://tss..//*grabs my hand* stop lying! Do you have something??//why am i like that suddenly?..i don't even care about him at all.//*let me and leaves from the bathroom*

....
What can i do now?
I feel so sick for some reason.
....
Why?
Why was he so good with me?
....
Neither i now.
But what i know is that from that day i fell in love with him.