「18+」mr.piano :: myg

chapter 5 - teasing is fun

i get up and collect my earphones from yoongi and leave the classroom as well.

suddenly, i feel a soft hand grab my wrist and drag me down the stairs to the first floor.

It were a long run and honestly, my hatred for sports just became a passion. sad face.

we stop and i were gasping for air. fuck me.

i look up with thin lips and saw yoongi..

his giant hand were still holding my wrist, i tried to get out of his grip by shaking and twisting my hand a bit. but i couldn't get out of it, his strength overcame mine.

"um, your h-hand," i stammer. not a shocker, but my face goes as red as a tomato.

"oops, sorry," he apologises, letting go.

"anyway, why did you drag me down the stairs?" i ask, my eyebrows clashing together. i do not want to be wasting more of my time.

"let's go to the park. it's only 5:30," he says, hoping i'll accept.

"sure," i stupidly agree for a reason i don't know.

"cool," he smiles.

we walk together to the park.

i notice the ice cream truck van and point to it.

"do you want to get some?"

"whatever." major mood swings. he's being nice one minute and mean the other.

we walk to the ice cream van in silence.

"what would you two lovebirds like?" the ice cream man questions.

"what?!" i try to force my words out of my mouth.

"we're n-"

yoongi cuts me off.

"let me ask my girlfriend," yoongi quickly opposes with a fucking smirk. i will rip all his hair out.

i shake my head in disbelief, the words echoing in my head. is there something wrong with him?

"what flavour do you want?" he whispers in my ear, and i get goosebumps.

"strawberry please," i choke out in a horrible attempt of whispering back. why did i get flustered?

"i need one chocolate ice cream and one strawberry ice cream cone," yoongi without any manners says. fucking hell.

"please and thank you," i follow his words with and the ice cream man laughs quietly.

as the ice cream man prepares our ice creams, i quickly send a text to my mum telling her i'll also be out for a little longer.

"sure, that will be two pounds please."

i grab my purse and take out some money. but yoongi shoves my hand away and pays himself with a goofy smile. is he really enjoying this right now?

"what a cute couple," the ice cream man teases. right, i'm dying inside and cringing so hard.

"i agree," yoongi chuckles.

"anyway, enjoy your ice creams," the ice cream waves goodbye.

i just hesitantly nod with a 'thank you' as well.

he drives off and we look for a clear bench. we sit down, eating our ice cream.

"it isn't nice how you didn't thank me for paying for your ice cream," yoongi mutters.

"i didn't ask you to," i retort.

"i were just being a good boyfriend," he retorts back. tell me he isn't serious.

"thank you very much for the ice cream," i hesitantly say between my gritted teeth. i continue eating.

yoongi stares at me and i looked at him.

"what now?"

all of a sudden, he starts leaning in. as he got in closer, i shut my eye lids tightly together out of fear.

i then feel something wet on my lower lip. what the fuck-

i open my eyes to find yoongi's tongue caressing my lower lip, licking the excess ice cream i had accidentally smeared along my lips.

my cheeks become tinted red and my body fell still.

"what are you-!" i screamed but got cut half way into my sentence when he covers my mouth with the palm of his hand. i realise i were attracting attention when i screamed.

"ngh, hget gu lhand moff!" i mumble as i scream under his hand, trying to make out clear words.

he pulled his hand from my mouth and rolls his eyes in disgust. yeah, like i'm the fucking disgusting one here.

"you really are a messy eater, aren't you?"

"um, yeah... i guess," i say.

"but you could have just told me though, and i would've cleaned it up," i speak out, defending myself from the incident.

"i know. but teasing you is more fun," he devilishly laughs, with a smirk too. his smirking is getting out of hand.

i swear, at that moment, i wanted to slap that smirk right off his face!

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we finish our cones and wander around the park.

"so... how come I never see you in class?" i try to start a conversation.

"i mean, i did already ask you yesterday... but what you gave me wasn't a proper reason," i remark.

"i hate it. there are too many fangirls around. there's never peace and quiet. only piano can give me comfort," he reasons in a cold tone.

"beside from you," he breathes under his breath, but still loud enough for me to hear. what game is he playing at?

"what?"

"nothing. nothing at all," he quickly covers, grinning at me.

i did hear what he said. that's when my cheeks started to burn up and i quickly cup my cheeks in an attempt to hide it. get a grip, ara!

"what do you mean by fangirls, exactly?" I scoff. he's so cocky.

"my best friends... or my brothers rather. that's enough for to you figure it out," he simply murmurs.

"wait," i fucking choke.

"your the 7th guy in that group?" i almost scream, surprised.

him. it's fucking him, isn't it. there's nothing great about him though, he's just some low-life gangster, I think. not that the other members are great.

"why are you acting surprised? you didn't know?" he glares at me.

my eyes widen. it is confirmed, i'm stupid and he's cocky.

"nonono, i knew," i mumble. but i look away in pure shock, biting my lip to hold back my gasp. i'm shitting myself right now.

yoongi just stood there and smirked at me.

"it's eight in the evening now. we should probably head back," i said, looking at my wrist watch.

narrators note: thank you for reading! if you notice a mistake with my grammar or a glitch in the plot, please tell me. don't be a silent reader! have a good day, my luvli 💞