you are my antidote | bts yoongi { myg }

Chapter 10 Antidote

Jayeon pulls me up by my arm, still laughing: "Come on, Yoongi. Let's go home."

I nod as I follow after her. Something about her words makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. The way she said my name, and the sound of the word home coming from her mouth. The fact that when she refers to home, she is actually talking about the flat that we are going to share and live in together.

For a moment I want to tell her that I already feel home when I'm with her, but something holds me back from doing so. I don't dare to say these words because I'm worried that she might take it as a cheesy set phrase. So instead I simply squeeze her hand and rub it with my thumb as I walk behind her.

We sneak down the stairs and across the market place, leaving the closed funfair behind.

When we're back on the pavement next to the street that led us to the funfair earlier this night, Jayeon hops on my back with force and I laugh in light pain: "Ahhh, please just let me live!"

"Go faster, horsie!", she shouts, ignoring my complaints, and reaches her arm out into the air, her hand turned into a fist "To infinity and beyond!"

"As you wish", I groan and start galloping a few metres. Eventually, I slow down again and Jayeon wraps both her arms around my torso, rubbing her cheek against my back.

She is pretty much of a light weight, therefore I don't have difficulties carrying her on my back. I could probably even carry her the whole way to the subway station.

Unexpectedly, Jayeon interrupts my thoughts.

"You know what, Yoongi?" Her voice sounds a little slurred from sleepiness.

"Tell me."

"You're a loooot fluffier than Kumamon. Soo soft..."

I giggle at her cute confession and hum in approvement.

"Do you still like him better than me?", she suddenly asks, her words muffled as she speaks into my back.

"Whom?", I ask, confused and surprised at her question.

"Kumamon, of course." She gives her voice a duh-tone and again I laugh at her adorable ways. I turn my head to peck her forehead in response and she mumbles something into my back that I don't understand, but I still smile at the warm feeling of her words against my back.

"Of course not, silly", I answer her question, a bright smile on my face "I don't adore Kumamon nearly as much as you."

I can hear her laugh somewhat sheepishly and she lightly slaps my shoulder. "Don't say stuff like that, you're making me blush", she hums and haws.

"If that's the case, then" I add a little pause for dramatic effects, before I continue "I'll have to tell you that red cheeks look even better on you than they do on Kumamon."

I'm surprised as Jayeon doesn't answer, and doesn't even utter a laugh or something.

"Jayeon-ah, are you okay?", I frown and turn my head as far as possible to get a glimpse of her face.

"I think I just fainted", she quietly states as an answer, her voice dead-serious while her face shows an absent expression.

We gradually come closer to the street, in which our subway station is located and both of us know what that means. I feel myself slow down almost subconsciously and notice how Jayeon tightens her arms around me.