Nerd Alert || Min Yoongi

Deep Thoughts |7|

I stepped outside, on the balcony, only to encounter a shirtless Yoongi on my neighbouring balcony. Jimin and I were neighbours, remember? Yoongi was right now basically beside me (due to the fact that our balconies were pretty close), he still didn't notice me. It was as if he was in a deep thought.

"I'd give that an 8 on 10." I say, dryly, as I stare into the sky, without looking at his naked half. I felt his gaze shift towards me.

"Why are you not sleeping?" He asks me and I roll my eyes. I can't tell him that I couldn't sleep because of him.

"Just got off the phone." I lie, and he nods.

"Was he hot?" He suddenly asks me and I narrow my eyebrows in confusion. Why does he care?

"Hot would be an understatement, Yoongi. He was a sun." I smirk and he nods.

Suddenly, this blanket of silence awkwardly surrounded us out of nowhere. He didn't say anything. SPEAK SOMETHING! He just stared into the deep night sky, which also had a little bit of stars. I started fidgeting around with myself due to the impatience I had within me. He wasn't saying anything and it was becoming awkward. I finally gave up and looked at him to diss him but—

He looked angelic.

His milky torso was shimmering against the moon light. His black hair was messy, of course, but in a cute way. He wasn't wearing his glasses. And those arms of his, those damn arms. That was the time I actually found out that I had a kink for arms. His white, veiny arms. My mouth was ajar and he didn't even notice that I was staring at him like a crazy creep. Though, I suddenly noticed some recognisable red marks on his neck.

"Hey Yoongi, are those hickeys?" I ask him. He, first, looks at innocently and touches his neck, and then realises.

"Aah~yeah, they are." He says dryly and goes back to staring at the sky. Wait, so Min Yoongi ACTUALLY GOT LAID?!

"N-No you mean, those are actual hickeys?!" I rephrase the question and ask him again. He gives me an annoyed glare.

"Do you think that they are fake?" He asks me.

"WELL, DUH!" I exclaim. "Min Yoongi actually gets laid?! I never knew!"

"And why should you know?! Stop acting like a total bitch, Jaehee!" He exclaims at me and I shut my mouth. That really hurt. He sighs frustratedly. "I-I'm sorry for shouting." He confesses and I nod hesitantly.

What's wrong with him? Is he in a bad mood?

"It's just that—" He continues. "There is a chick, whose name I don't even know, naked on my bed right now. It's frustrating." He says and I widen my eyes up.

"Is that why your shirtless?"

"Do you want me to put a shirt back on?!"

I roll my eyes. This guy just fucked and came out of the balcony to get some fresh air. Looks like the girl was a headache in there.

"Dude, you just got some. How is this even frustrating? I'm pretty sure that she doesn't know your name eithe—"

"No! That's not what's frustrating!" He exclaims and I narrow my eyebrows.

"Then what's wrong?" I ask him.

He looks at me with puppy eyes. Though I wasn't a very big fan of poetry and literature, I could tell that his eyes had sadness within them.

"I don't know whether I am doing the correct thing." He confesses.

I scoff. "Having your dick inside a person is always the correct thing. I thought you knew that by now." I say and he sighs in disappointment.