ALTRUISTIC | myg. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty

My heart continued to ache as I fastened my pace right away when I exited the room. My grip tightened around the strap of my bag when I heard the door open and him calling for name.

"Stop." his words always affected me. I didn't know how to resist him. And as expected, I stopped in my tracks, and I heard his footsteps get louder. I didn't bother turning around. I tensed when I felt his arms around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. "For not giving a fuck until you have enough. I'm sorry." he kissed my shoulder, making my heart skip a beat. I turned around and looked up at him. It was okay.. misunderstandings were normal..

I moved a hand to caress his cheek, and he frowned. "I just.. really care for you."

I nodded and smiled, to show that I was fine with it. He enveloped my hands in his, "You like making promises, right? Promise me we'll tell the principal?" his voice was gentle. I nodded slowly.

"You're going home?" he eyed my stuff. "Let me walk you home."

For some reason, I got all excited and pulled out my phone: 'Do you want to watch a movie? Let's watch a movie!'

His brows furrowed, "Where?"

I playfully rolled my eyes and posed my hands diagonally above my head, making it look like a house, to prevent myself from typing no more.

"That's thick of me, to watch a movie with you in your home." he reasoned. "Your dad doesn't know. And besides, I don't like dogs."

I pouted and lightly tugged on his arm. 'The ceremony is expected to end at around 4PM. I can walk you to the station later, and you can go home before 4.' I typed in.

"Why are you acting like my parents would care?" he scoffed, before stopping himself. "Oh yeah. Fuck, mom's home."

I flashed him a glare and lightly slapped his shoulder for cursing, before insisting him to follow me. But we ended up walking side by side on the streets.

"Are you sure your dog doesn't bite?" he said after a moment of silence. I flashed him a weird look, trying to sustain my laughs as I handed him my phone.

'I thought you were only afraid of fireworks, Suga?'

"Suga." he smirked. "If you keep calling me that, I might become attached to the name. And though I'm not scared of getting bitten, that doesn't mean I want to!"

I playfully rolled my eyes and shook my head in reassurance.

"I've been trying to think of unique nicknames to call you, but I gave up." he admitted. "I think it's corny. And your name's nice. You don't need any nicknames - you wanna know what you do need?"

My brows furrowed, and instinctively, I tilted my head in question.

"A man like me." he pointed at himself. "Because I'm Suga - Agust D, Min Yoongi, I like Ayumi." he rapped, and I clapped in appreciation.

"Wait, that sounded wrong." he stopped in his tracks, making me look over my shoulder. "Ayumi."

I moved closer, my heart pounding. His hand rested on my cheek, and though his gaze was directed to my eyes, sometimes, it would drop down to my lips. My chest started to hurt, but I couldn't help but smile.

Eventually, he leaned in.

There weren't any people. Maybe because it was too cold to be out, and that made everything.. perfect.

Unlike before, this one was much.. better. It was slower, less awkward, and just.. sweet.

He pulled away, panting: "Don't be surprised when I say it, and I also expect you to tell me too, okay? I love you."