you are my antidote | bts yoongi { myg }

Chapter 7 Never mind

It is warmer now than it was in the early evening. The rain had stopped at some point of the evening before we had left the dormitory.

And even though I can see our breath come out in little clouds, I am not cold. Yoongi's presence warms me. His smile that reaches his eyes, his even face...

I take my time to take in his features.

We are strolling down the small, empty lane, that we had decided to stop in, next to each other. The street lamps paint the brick walls to our right and left orange. It is light around us, the main street only a few metres away, the late evening traffic rushing by quietly.

Our hands brush against each other from time to time and I feel like sparks are striking between our fingers every time.

Finally, Yoongi grabs my hand to playfully intertwine his delicate fingers with mine and I beam at the gesture. As we swing our arms back and forth, we steal glances at each other. Both of our faces show a bright smile that could make the stars shining above us jealous.

Eventually, we reach a bigger street, where the traffic is not as busy as on the main street, but where most of the shops are located.

I spot a coffee shop, which is opened 24 hours a day, a few metres away and softly drag Yoongi in its direction by his hand.

We are the only customers and the elderly woman behind the counter actually seems pleased to get some distraction.

While I go for a cup of hot chocolate, Yoongi orders some sort of coffee and we share a muffin. When I reach into my pocket to get out my purse, Yoongi insists: "It's on me."

I open my mouth to protest, but he continues: "Look at it as some sort of thank you for... saving my ass."

The elderly woman behind the counter watches us with a knowing smile, so I give in with a shrug and thank him.

We sit down at a table close to the window of the coffee shop, which is actually pretty classy, and I sink onto the bench with a sigh.

Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee before he asks: "When you said that Brooke is giving you shit- what exactly did you mean? What did she do?"

"Ah, she tells the other students to stay away from me and makes fun of me on her social media. But honestly, I don't even care about her or her followers' opinion on me. Not anymore."

I wink at him to accentuate my last words and he gets the hint that Brooke is the last thing I worry about or feel the need to talk about even.

"Anyways, I only just realise that I don't even know a lot of things about you", I change the topic with a chuckle. Yoongi's face lights up as if he too only realised that.

"I want to know everything", I announce and shift on the bench excitedly, laying my hand on top of Yoongi's, which are resting on the table.

"Haha okay", he laughs nervously and I squeeze his hands to encourage him.

"You know what, let's ask each other questions, maybe that will make it less awkward", I suggest and he agrees with a thankful smile.

"You go first", he decides and points his chin at me.

"Okay hmm, I will go for the obvious things first then. You have not always lived here, have you? Because I think that I can hear a Kyeongsangdo accent when you're nervous." I stick out my tongue a little because I think that his accent actually sounds really cute.

He nods sheepishly: "Uhm I was born in Daegu, so I guess you're right about my accent. I moved here to study. What about you?"

"Oh, I have always lived here", I shrug.