Rooftop // Min Yoongi

Chapter Three

I woke up the morning after the club incident with a slight headache. It took me a few moments to fully remember the events of the night before: Eunji leaving me alone at a club, the man who grabbed my leg, and my savior named Yoongi. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I needed a shower. Looking to my left, I saw Eunji passed out on her bed, her party dress still on. I rolled my eyes. I still smelled a little bit like the club; I had only gotten to remove my makeup before I had fallen asleep. I pulled myself out of bed and prepared myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes; my favorite. I also poured a glass of orange juice. 

On a whim, I took out my phone and texted Yoongi, whose contact I had put in as 'Savior Yoongi.' I began to type, "Hey, Yoongi, It's Jihee from last night." 

Seconds later, he responded, "hey." I sighed, unsatisfied with his terribly brief answer. 

I typed yet another text, this one saying, "So, when do you want to meet for coffee?"

Three minutes later he said, "When are you off work?"

I texted, "Does this Sunday work for you?"

He replied, "Yeah, how about 3:00?"

 I smiled to myself, excited that I would be able to see him again. Despite our rocky first encounter, he seemed like a good guy. I typed, "Yeah, sounds good. Want to meet at the Starbucks?"

He responded, "Yeah, that's good with me."

I said, "See you there!" and put my phone down on the table. Chewing my cereal, I tapped my foot on the ground. Is this a date? I thought to myself. No. just a way of saying thank you. That's all. Right?

Just then, Eunji stumbled into our small kitchenette, rubbing her temple. "Damn, I feel rough," she said.

"Sorry to hear it," I said coldly, not looking at her.

"What's with you?" she snapped.

"Oh, nothing, just the fact that you left me alone at a club full of strangers and some weirdo ended up grabbing my thigh and rubbing it. Things would have escalated further if this guy name Yoongi hadn't saved me from him. I got lucky, you know. I could have gotten hurt," I said, my emotions spilling out. As soon as I said those words, Eunji's entire demeanor changes.

"Jihee- I'm so sorry. I didn't know that would happen. I just... got caught up in the moment... and... oh god, if something would have happened to you-" words spilled out of Eunji's mouth. 

I just nodded and said, "look, it's fine. I'm going to take a shower." My words came out harsher than I had meant them to, but I definitely wasn't ready to forgive her. I grabbed some clothes and a towel and headed into the bathroom. I needed a break from Eunji, even if it was just for twenty minutes. Plus, a shower always made me feel better. 

I hummed quietly as I undressed and turned on the water. Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water flow over me and relieve the tension in my back from walking in heels last night. Taking my time and, for once, not worrying about the water bill, I washed my hair, face, and body. 

All too soon, I turned off the water, wrapped my hair up, and put some clean clothes on. The mirror was all fogged up after my long shower. It reminded me a little too much of the frosted windows that were on the front of the club last night. I sighed and shook my head, stepping out of the bathroom. Eunji was sitting at the table, scrolling through instagram on her phone. When she heard the bathroom door open, she looked up to see me. Once more, words spilled out of her mouth.

"Look, Jihee, I'm really, really, sorry. I was under the influence and-"

"It's okay, Eunji. We're good. I forgive you," though I was still a little upset, I was willing to forgive her. 

"Okay, thank you. Once again, I'm so sorry." I could tell that she genuinely felt bad. I smiled, nodded, and plopped on my bed. Seeing that I had a message notification, I opened my texts and saw that Yoongi had texted.

"Hey, is it alright if I bring a friend to our coffee date on Sunday? He's anxious to meet you, and I'm happy to pay for him."

Taken aback by his use of the word 'date,' I tried to think of a response. Finally, I decided on, "Okay, sure. What's his name?"

He responded quickly with, "his name is Hoseok." 

"Can't wait to meet him," I said, intrigued by the man named Hoseok. I walked over to my closet, trying to decide what to wear to class that day. Suddenly, a question popped into my mind: what will I wear to the coffee shop on Sunday? I dug through the masses of clothing piled on my side of the closet, a sharp contrast to Eunji's organized section. For my classes, I decided on a pastel pink sweatshirt with jeans and converse(my usual). For coffee, however, I selected a jean mini-skirt, a long-sleeve black and white striped shirt, black leggings, and combat boots. I sat my coffee outfit to the side and went to the bathroom to dry my hair and change into my clothes for class. It had been a long time since I'd been this excited for a 'date.'