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✔Feathers | Yoongi

TaeIsShook

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      A freezing gust of evening air brushes past you, picking your hair up into knots as it passes by. You sigh, finally just pulling your (H/C) hair into an especially-messy, messy bun.

  You drop your hands, taking in the moment, for only a second.

  The sun, burning orange and red hues, stained the darkening sky into a shade of pink. You hum, turning to begin walking.

  Up until a frenzy of footsteps cut through the cool aura that the sunset gave off, like a knife. You turn sharply, staring at the long stretch of sidewalk behind you. After a few moments of staring at nothing but a few alleyways, you huff and continue walking.

   It was almost as if your ears were toying with you, as what was just a series of uneven and sparatic beats against the pavement, were now even, shallow footsteps. You stop in front of small alleyway, just one turn away from your neighborhood, listening intently.

  Suddenly, a hand cups your mouth and snakes around your waist, yanking you into the alleyway. You begin to let out a muffled scream, fighting blindly against whoever's arms were holding you in place.

   "(Y/N)! Stay still!" A familiar voice hisses. You recklessly relax, breathing heavily at you stare out at the street.

   "Where'd she go?" Another familiar voice growls, as three tall forms bolt across the street, away from you. You instantly recognize them as some kids from school, that seemed to have a particular disliking towards you.

    You turn, looking to your savior, to thank them.

    But you find yourself without a voice once you take in the very prominent features of him.

  "Yoongi?" You whisper, as if the boys from earlier were still around. He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, shoving a free hand into his pockets.

   "Yeah."

   "Why aren't you with your friends?" You snap, referring to the boys that he can usually be found with--slowly circling around the alleyway.

    "Just-- okay! Shut up for a second, would you?" Yoongi snaps in a breathy yell, pulling you back into the darkness of the alleyway.

   There's the Yoongi you know and hate.

   At least, that's what you let him think.

   The boys finally stop hunting, and sprint off somewhere. Before you could even utter a breathy 'thank you,' Yoongi starts pulling you out of the alleyway.

  In the wrong direction.

   "Hey--wait, where are you taking me?" You demand, struggling to glance over your shoulder at the receding curb that led to your house.

   "My house. If I know anything about them, it's that they don't give up. And they know where you live." He adds, looking over his shoulder to catch your eyes in a heart-fluttering gaze.

   If only you didn't hate him.

   "But I have projects. And homework. There is no way that--"

   "It's fine. My parents are on a business trip. You won't be bugging anyone." Yoongi assures, turning onto the street that you presume he lives on.

   "That's not what I was talking about." You murmur.

  

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     "Pay attention to me." Yoongi props his elbows on the coffee table, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. You exhale in response, only looking back down at your homework.

    "Just because you 'saved' me, doesn't mean that we're friends." You mutter, finishing your homework and tucking your stuff back into your bag.
  
   "We used to be friends..." Yoongi says softly. You immediately stop packing up, your head whipping up to stare at him.

   "That was before you started hanging out with them." You rush, pushing your bag away and tucking your knees to your chest.

   In truth, you and Yoongi had been friends. Best friends, actually.

   Until you started having feelings for him.

   And he found out.

   "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Yoongi's voice raises. You only stare at him with a blank expression.

    "More times than once."

    Yoongi doesn't reply.

    Well, technically, he does.

    With a pillow smacking your cheek.

    You stare at him with wide eyes.

    "Oh it is so on, Min Yoongi." You rub your cheek, grabbing the nearest pillow on the sofa to you. You swing it, the broad of the house accessory hitting Yoongi against his ear.

  His head lifts, his gaze finding yours. He steps forward, landing his own pillow on your shoulder. The fabric splits, sending fluff and feathers everywhere.

   And you can't keep the smile off your face.

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    Several broken pillows and belly-laughs later, you and Yoongi lay on a bed of both intact and broken pillows, and blankets. Your head rests on Yoongi's chest, your legs propped on the coffee table.

   "Why did you do it?" You ask finally, picking up a small white feather, holding it above your head.

   "Hit you with a pillow?" Yoongi asks dumbly.

    "No. I mean, why did you start avoiding me? Hanging out with--"

    "Because I'm an idiot."

     "Elaborate?"

    "When I found out that you... liked me, I panicked. I was running from you, so that I could make it easier to run from myself."

    It made no sense.

   But made too much sense at all the same time.

   "Talk in the morning." You hum, letting your heavy eyelids close.

    "As you wish."

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