Trouble

Idol

"Is this a joke?" I slapped a palm onto my face and turned away. How was I going to explain this? The fact that both of us had blissfully forgotten about that mistake was the best thing that could have happened. Pros of the Internet: it lets you save everything. Cons of the Internet: it lets you save everything.

"Oppa, no." They said, giggling nervously. I chewed on my bottom lip as Yoongi looked at me with a confused expression etching his face.

"You knew about this?" He asked me. The three girls turned to look at me and I tried not to show them my 'mild' distaste for them.

"I knew about the picture, but I didn't remember that we had..." I sighed. There wasn't a point in lying to him, it would only complicate things further, and if there ever will be a time wherein we decide to date, I didn't want to have ever lied to reach that point. So I was going to be honest and face the brunt of the situation.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, handing them their phone, but continuing to look at me and pretending that three other girls weren't ogling at him. I gave them a glance, and they were pretending to be busy with their clothes and phones.

"I came to know recently," I started to explain how I had ended up lying to him. He rose his palm and said, "Let's talk some place else," he begins to lead me away when I pause and turn behind.

"Do you want a picture with him?" I ask the three girls. It would be quite a bummer if they went to their friends to brag about meeting Yoongi and not have any evidence to support it. They looked at each other in surprise and nodded. Yoongi looked at me as if I was a deranged human.

"Here," I make them all stand together in front of the subway station and ask them to smile. They all make peace signs and Yoongi even removes his tongue in one of the pictures.

"I know what it feels like to see your idol but not getting to click a picture," I say while handing their phones back to them. I had tried to click pictures from every angle possible, even the bottom angle. It's good to have back ups.
They laughed at me and thanked me extremely sincerely for giving them the opportunity to click pictures.

"You have all the bragging rights," I tell them, as I begin to lead Yoongi away. They nod and wave as we turn towards the subway station.

"I was saying, that I only came to know recently because my friends told me. I really don't have any social media so I can't follow all these trivial news sites." I tell him after we are a good distance away from the girls. He nodded and looked at me with his eyes scrunched.

"But why didn't you tell me after you knew?" He asked, toying with the zip on his black leather jacket. I noticed just then how good he looked in it. I cleared my throat even though there was no phlegm stuck in it.

"Because it was the day you got your contract and you were so happy. I really didn't want to make you worry that day. And I guess it never really lingered in my head whenever I talked to you. I always thought about it alone," I shrugged, as I swiped easily through the turnstile and began walking toward Line 6.
"Don't," he said as he joined me.

"Hmm?" I asked with a simple raise of my eyebrows.

"Don't think about it alone," he said, twirling the card in his fingers as we walked the same route that we had so many times before.
I sighed.

He continued, "Regardless of my mood, you always can tell me your problems, Eun In. You don't need to keep thinking about it alone."

I looked at him and wondered to myself where this soft side of Yoongi had been hiding all along.

"Don't say such nice things, I may just start liking you a lot." I joke, shaking my head. We come to a stop as we reach the train tracks. I note that the next train would be arriving in five to six minutes. I relax and decide to sit on one of the empty benches that were lining the platform.

"I already like you a lot." He says straightforwardly. I pause, commence breathing, and sit down slowly.

"Don't joke about such things, Yoongi," I say, patting the place next to me, motioning him to sit down beside. When he did, my stomach lurched at the proximity of our bodies. I moved a few centimeters away.

"I don't know why you think I'm joking about such things. I've been very obvious from the beginning," he says, crossing his legs, and tutting at my inability to observe the obvious.

I realize then how obvious he had actually been. My stomach gave another lurch. Maybe it was time to change the topic now?

"So, any new concerts for me to attend?" I asked, a sudden deviation from the topic at hand. He raises his eyebrows as if asking me how embarrassed I actually was to change the topic in such an abrupt manner. He licks his lips and says, "I have one on Friday if you want to attend,"

"Where is it?" I ask, already calculating how much work I'd have to catch up with over the weekend. It was doable.

"Universal Arts Theatre," I choke on my saliva as he says this. That was the most prestigious concert hall, and if he was getting to perform there...he was a huge deal.

"How can you be so nonchalant about it. That's amazing," I say, smiling broadly.

"It's not that big a deal. There are a couple of other artists performing as well. It's like an introduction of Suga as an artist to the industry. It's a formal affair," he shrugs modestly.
I hit his shoulder and wiggle my finger in front of his face, "It's a big deal!" I say loudly. The train comes into the station and I get up to board it.

"So you'll come?" He asks in a matter-of-fact tone.

I nod enthusiastically and pull him toward the train quickly so that we would get good seats.

"Also, thanks for being so nice to those girls up there even though they completely ignored you," He said as we boarded and walked towards two empty seats in the corner. I snort at his polite remark.

"If I was mean to everyone who ignores me, I'd be called the Regina George of South Korea," I said, sitting down and stretching my legs in front of me. It had been a long day.

"No, you didn't need to take the picture, but you did. Thanks." He said, leaning against the cool glass of the windows and looking over at me. I smile.

"You don't need to face it alone, Suga." I mock him. He laughs, his shoulder shaking.

"I don't think I will be,"

(A/N: There may be some grammatical errors and I'm really sorry for that! I'm updating from my phone right now. Regardless, how awesome are the new Love Yourself posters? Can't wait to see what those boys have in store for us. Here's one of Jin looking like a god damn K-Drama star. ORIGINAL VISUAL)