BLINDED || MYG ✅

32.Surprises

Yoongi's POV

"Hyung!" What? "Hyung!" What. "Hyung!"

"Huh?" I sit up on my bed.

"Hyung, let's go!"

I grumble and lie back down, "Why are you here, Taehyung? Aren't you busy?"

"Yes," he pulls me back up forcefully. "but we have an important thing to do."

I rub my face, "What important thing do we have to do at this early hour?"

He chuckles, "Hm, 2 pm. That's really early." He pulls off the warm covers off and the coldness flows over my shirtless body.

 I groan again, "What is the important thing? If it's not important at all, I swear I'm gonna cut your throat." Taehyung always woke me up for no reason. He would see something called a helium balloon fly up into the sky and he'd wake me up. He'd want an ice cream cone and he'd wake me up. A group called Big Bang would have a comeback and he'd wake me up.

"Guess what day it is," he says cheerfully. 

I tiredly reach over for my phone, "Siri, what day-"

"No, no," he snatches my phone away. "Siri doesn't know."

I scoff, "If Siri doesn't know, how should I know?"

"Well, that's why I'm going to tell you," he replies excitedly. 

"Hurry up then," I grunt. "I'm fucking tired."

"What did you do last night?"

"I was writing," I say.

"Oh," he hums. "Well, today is April 14th."

"And?"

"Which is?" he asks.

"Your birthday?"

I hear a smack. "No, my birthday is in December. December 30th. Waah, hyung, I'm disappointed."

"Right," I nod. "Then what is it?"

"It's," he does a drumroll on my bed. "Y/n's birthday!"

A few seconds of silence pass that the tick-tock of the clock in the kitchen could be heard. 

"Is that all?" I sigh, not impressed.

"U-uh, yeah."

"Ok, bye then," I reach for my covers but I'm pulled off from the bed in a flash. "The fu-"

"Hyung," he says in exasperation. "Shouldn't we celebrate or something?"

I tug my arm away from him, "And why should we do that when you forgot my birthday?"

He coughs, "Your birthday was..."

"March 9th," I cross my arms over my bare chest. "I guess we're even." I start to wobble away but he stops me. 

"Hyung," he whines. "I'm sorry about that. But this is y/n we're talking about."

"And?" I was getting tired of this. First, he woke me up from my sleep, he tells me to guess shit, and now, he wants to fucking throw a party. 

Then, a thought penetrates me. She has no parents. She's an orphan. The day when she cried in my arms is still clear in my mind. 

FLASHBACK

 I pulled her limp body in, "Y/n," I said quietly. Her hands wrapped around my body as she buried her face in my chest. 

"Yoongi oppa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you into this mess. I'm-"