Trouble

Smell

Min Holly and I both fell asleep together after we both had some food. I was contemplating whether I should have a bath or not, especially because I didn't feel comfortable enough to randomly walk into his personal space without him telling me if I could or not. I kept telling myself that I would be okay if he had a bath in my room without telling me about it, but my brain wasn't letting my feet move in that direction at all. 

Finally, I fell asleep, completely zonked from over thinking, and within moments, I was in dreamland. 

I woke up to the low treble of a bass guitar, and I was mildly confused as to why I was hearing this sound. I sat up straight and looked around the living room. The sofa had an imprint of my body, and my hands had the imprint of the fabric of the sofa. I had had a good sleep. 

But the mystery of the bass guitar sound still bothered me. I got up and walked in the direction of the sound. I noticed Min Holly comfortably sitting on Yoongi's bed, and chewing on something. I knocked and said, "Yoongi?" 

"Hmm," I heard his response and decided to wait for him outside. I sat on the sofa, the place in his entire house that I loved the most, and reread Rats of Glory. After a few moments, I see little drops of water pellet the book I am holding, and I look up, startled. I am faced with a bare-chested, half-clothed, Yoongi reading over my shoulder. I hadn't realized when he had switched off the music and walked here.

"How many times are you going to read that?" He asks, walking to the drying rack and picking out a plain black tee shirt over his sweatpants. He puts it on and looks at me, still waiting for my response. 

"I don't know," I look away from him and finally manage to say. The happenings of yesterday still plague me, and I fear the worst outcome. I had read ample of times how people would break up with their significant others when something bad happened when they were spending time with them. The date, and his mother's accident: what if he broke up with me? I was trying to convince myself that I would manage without him when he spoke up again. 

"You've got that look on your face," He said, sitting down next to me. I try to keep my distance, after all, I still hadn't brushed my teeth. 

"What look?" I question, scrunching my eyebrows. Holly joins up, by gracefully leaping onto the sofa. Yoongi folds his legs, and sits comfortably, pulling Holly onto his lap. 

He ignores my question and asks me if I wanted to have a bath. I didn't question how he knew what I had been thinking. 

I agree and somberly walk into the bathroom. He knocks and directs me to the appropriate place for towels. He said he would find the smallest clothes in his closet and give them to me. 

I turn on the water and quickly rinse myself. I look around for soap, and my eyes finally land on the shower gel. I open the bottle and sniff at it. Oh, it smells exactly like him. 

Regardless of the tragic happenings of yesterday, I felt myself begin to smile as I bathed with the liquid. I quickly cleaned myself, and gargled with the mouthwash I found near the basin. Even though it wasn't exactly the same as brushing my teeth, that was as close as I could get without a toothbrush. Before stepping out, however, I noticed something lying on a little shelf above the basin: a plastic bag with a toothbrush. I smile as I pull it out and do the needful. 

I poke my head out of the bathroom to call out to him, but I find his bedroom door closed. So I move out a bit more and find lying on the bed a set of fresh, clean clothes. I wear the navy blue tee shirt and black track pants. I was mildly surprised and annoyed when both of them fit relatively well. I mean, weren't they supposed to be loose and big for me? This looks like what I would wear at home. But the fact that I was wearing his clothes, made me forget about the negatives.