Secrets

4. Flirt

Next thing I remember is waking up in my own bed. Still in the dress, but minus my shoes. I stretched and looked in the across from my bed. What happened to my makeup?

Groaning and whining to myself I went to the kitchen to cook some hangover food. I was off today, so I had planned to head to big hit with some songs I had to finish them on the good equipment.

My phone buzzed.

Yoongi: yah, flirt, when are you gonna be at the studio
Me: flirt? and in like an hour or so, why?
Yoongi: I didn't realize you were that drunk last night, you wouldn't let me leave until I promised to come in and check out your tracks today

I stared at my phone. Yoongi brought me home and put me to bed. Seriously. He barely acknowledged me half the time, I thought he wasn't fond of me.

Yoongi: did you change your mind, flirt?
Me: nono, I'll be there at 1:30
Yoongi: I'll bring coffee for your hangover

I rolled my eyes at the phone. Why was he calling me flirt though? What happened?

An hour later I was sat in the studio working on a demo. I recorded my own music to use as practice. Eventually I hoped I'd have an artist to preform it. I usually wore headphones, but since Yoongi was coming I wanted to hear him come in.

"You have a really good voice. Shame you let hardly anyone hear it."

I yelped and hit the bottom of the desk with my knee. I felt the chair pull back as Yoongi turned me around to face him. He knelt in front of me and sighed placing an iced coffee on my knee and holding out a pink and red concoction to me.

"I didn't mean to startle you. You were so absorbed, I didn't want to bother you. I got you a strawberry frappe. You like strawberry, right?"

"Uh, yes, I do, thank you." It was a little hard to think as I watched him take a sip of the coffee he was still holding against my throbbing knee. He's got such pretty lips. I really just want to bite them.

"Are you okay, flirt? That didn't sound pleasant."

I wonder how he feels about biting.

"Yah, flirt, are you okay?" Yoongi flicked my forhead.

I blinked at him. "What? Yeah. I'll be okay. I'm a klutz, so I'm used to it. You scared me though."

"Sorry. I was watching you work." He smiled up at me as a bead of condensation trailed down my leg.

"You getting me wet now." I pointed to his iced coffee.

He looked down and whiped the water from my leg and stood up.

Do that again, please? "On another note, why are you calling me flirt."

Yoongi laughed, a pure amused laugh. "Because after I dropped the others off and tried to take you home you wouldn't stop hitting on me. You're a very affectionate and touchy drunk. I had to pry you off of me but you wouldn't let go until I agreed to come check out your demo. And I knew you wouldn't offer sober."

I chose to take a long sip of frappe, hoping the cold beverage would help my burning face. It did not.

"Show me what you've got." Yoongi stood up and spun the chair back around.

I took a couple breaths and restarted the song. Yoongi nodded his head to to beat of it, a slight smirk on his face.

"It's good." He gave me a gummy smile. "You're trying to go for a light and heavy back and forth dynamic right. Try giving the bridge a softer light tone. Think...hmm....think more like it's washing over you from above rather than hitting you head on."

I nodded and went to work. After about ten minutes I had it fixed. "Oh! I like that a lot better."

We spent about three hours in studio.

"You're really talented." Yoongi was leaning over my shoulder watching my hands flit over the board.

I turned my head to smile at him. I don't think either of us quite realized how close we were to each other. My nose brushed his and I froze.

His eyes seemed to bore into mine for a minute.

My poor heart felt like was going to pound right out of my chest and my ears were burning.

Suddenly the loud blaring of a phone ringing broke the silence, and the moment. Yoongi answered it sounding slightly annoyed.

"What's up?" He glanced at me. "At the company... With Storm-ah... I'm helping her improve her producing skills... That's fine." He hung up the phone.

"Do you have to go?" I guessed.

Yoongi nodded. "I'm going to text you an address. Meet me at 8pm. Wear something cute." Then he was gone, leaving me to stare open mouthed after him.