Imagines • BTS

MYG2

Imagine...

Yoongi leans his back against the wall.

The hallway is empty because working hours are already finished. He looks at the clock that hangs above him, waiting for you to come out of the room.

"Where is she?" Yoongi sighs. His feet are tired from standing for hours. It seems like you are still mad at him for rejecting you.

The knock on your door causes you to flinch.

You put the scissors and the soft fabric down on the table. You've been working on an outfit for BTS for an award show next week.

"Min Yoongi." you curse his name as you're working on his outfit.

You open the door and the said male appears in front of you. He looks casual and cute.

"Hello, how can I help you?" you say, trying to stay calm and professional.

You don't want your personal feelings to interfere with work.

"You should go home, it's late. Let me take you home." he says and you raise your eyebrow. "You never mind when I work until late, so why do you now?" you ask.

"I want to have dinner." he says, looking you straight in the eye. You look at him as if he's joking. 

"Are you mad that I rejected you?" he says in a low voice and you keep quiet.

"I'm full, thanks." you reply after a few seconds. You are about to close the door but Yoongi blocks it with his left foot.

"Coffee?" he asks. "I don't like coffee." you reply bluntly.

"How about dessert?" he tries again and you shake your head.

Yoongi sighs and leans against the door. He looks at you and scans you from head to toe. 

"Dinner? Coffee? Desserts... Of course you don't like it. You only like me." he smirks, making your face bright red.