Three Is Arguably Not A Crowd - Yoonmin x Reader

02

-Finally in your rented townhouse-

Once I got to my room I decided it would best for me to get unpacking out of the way. I hung up some of my clothes in the wardrobe and put some of my other clothes in the chest of drawers. My backpack laid next to my bed along with my suitcase. I walk over at a comfortable pace and pull my camera out. I turn it on and flick back through the photos of the boy on the train staring in awe. How did I get so lucky to be in the presence of someone so... attractive? Perfect, I think. Thanks to my trusty camera, artistic ability and this beautiful boy, I have something I could paint! I hook my camera up to my computer and download the photos onto it. I take my shit to the room in front of the kitchen because there was a decently big sized table (as the townhouse I'm in is suitable for a small family) to work on. I run back to my now room and pull out a canvas, my paint brushes, paint, pencils, rubbers.... the whole lot. Trying not to drop my equipment, I go back to the table and plant everything down. I zoom into certain parts of the photo and sketch away until I soon have a brief sketch of the boy. I go in with more detail this time, trying to give myself the most guidance I can before I start to paint. I put my pencil down and pick up my phone to check the time. Seeing it was getting closer to my usual dinner time, I stop for a minute to go to UberEats and order some food from an attractive and little Chinese restaurant that has good reviews from visitors. I put my phone down and go to the kitchen. Finding a bottle of white wine and a wine glass, I decided to pour myself a glass and I end up taking the bottle with me to the table.

By the time I finish my food after it arrives, I've painted more than three-quarters of my painting. I check the time once again and I'm shocked to see such a late time sprawled across it; 2 am. How did I not know what time it was? I laugh a little at myself as I realise that I was super keen to finish this painting that the time had literally flown. I decided it'd probably be best for me to go to sleep seeing as I hadn't been in Seoul for a while and I'd like to look around in the morning. I take a shower and wash with a soap that smelt of wildflowers. I enjoy the scent for a while before getting out and ready for bed.

-Later in the morning-

I wake up around 9 surprised that I hadn't slept in later. I slip on my favourite pair of jeans and a band shirt before making my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and put on some light makeup. I lace up my boots and give my painting from the night before one last glance before leaving my townhouse and locking the door.

I stroll down the streets smiling at the people who walk past me. I find myself at a little convenience store, I'd figured I'd grab a drink to take with me on my mini journey. Picking up a bottle of ice tea from the fridge, I take it to the register to pay for it.

"Uhh.. (Y/N)?" I hear the voice of a male call my name on my way out of the store. I turn my head around and I'm greeted with a familiar face.

"Yoongi?" He smiles as I say his name and I flash him my own. I reach my hand out to him and he grabs it with both of his, shaking them as he does so. I get a warm feeling in my stomach after making that little physical contact with him.

"It's a pleasure to actually meet you. Did you arrive this morning?" He asks.

"No, I actually got here yesterday! Thought I'd give myself a little rest before the upcoming events."

"Good idea," Yoongi smiles again and I can tell how genuine it is by the way his whole face seems to light up. "I'd like to treat you to dinner soon." A blush decided to creep its way onto my face, staining my cheeks.

'W-what? No way! That's too much I-"

"I insist." That kept me quiet; I didn't know what else I could say, he sounded very certain and like anything I'd say wouldn't change his mind.