"Shouldn't you call the police or something?" My friend Jimin asks.
We were on our way home from school and he'd noticed Yoongi following us. Well following me. He forced me to take the long way home, which consisted of walking in many circles around the block. Yep, Yoongi was following in.
"What for?" I ask.
"What the fuck do you mean 'what for'!? He exclaims mimicking my voice " you have an older guy stalking you! What is he hurts you!"I roll me eyes at the silver haired boys silliness "min Yoongi is harmless" I say glancing back at said boy. He was walking a good distance behind us. His hands shoved away in his jeans pockets and his eyes hidden away beneath black hair, stuck to his forehead by his blue and yellow beanie.
Yoongi was strange, but I have this feeling that the authorities aren't needed. Not yet at least. I'm not psychic. Who knew where things could go from here?
Jimin glances back as well"you know the creeps name?!"
"Yeah, he knows my own too."
Jimin and I turn off the back alley onto Main Street finally heading home for real this time
"So how's Hoseok?" I ask. Hoseok was Jimins boyfriend. He went by hobi mainstream though.
"I don't want to talk about him." Jimin pouts
"Why not?"
"Because I just don't!?"
"What? Are you two fighting again?"
"Ask him that question! Ever since Jungkook started hanging out with us he never seems to have any time for me." Jimin saved me a quick goodbye before slugging off to his front porch.
I keep walking.
Jeon Jungkook.
I've never seen anyone get under Jimins skin more than him. Jimin was naturally a patient person, so that was saying something.
I checked over my shoulder to ensure that Yoongi was still there following silently. Is it weird to say that I'm anxious for him to try something.
I imagine his first move to be like those anime confession scenes where the guy is waits until the girl is alone to give her this heartfelt letter with all his feelings written down. What a fantasy. Yoongi is definitely not the type to be sappy. That's part of the reason why I haven't confronted him. He's intimidating. In a good way.
Turning into my drive way I stopped. How long can this even last? Yoongi is in senior year. Will he still be following me around when he's in community college? I hate the idea of never seeing him again . Even if it was just this little game we had going.
"Why are you following me?" I say pushing fake fear in my words. Only because this is supposed to seem like the first time I'm noticing him.
I hear his footsteps falter in surprise "yo-you noticed me..."
"Of course." I say turning to face him " you weren't exactly being discreet about following me everywhere."
Yoongi stood in all his glory besides my mailbox.his expression one of pure shock. Seriously? Is he that surprised?
"Aren't you scared?" He asks in that monotone voice.
I thought hard about it. No, I wanted him to do something. Anything. Leave a bruise, I just wanted him to touch me. Never mind how dirty it sounded.
"Why haven't you tried anything yet?"
"What do you mean?" He inquires stepping closer. My dad won't be home for hours, so only the neighbors could be witness.
"You follow me everywhere. You sniff me whenever I check out a book at your counter. You stare at my neck 24/7. Why haven't you tried... to touch me yet?"
That was so embarrassing to ask. I felt my cheeks warm up, eye twitching slightly.
Too his face settle. He looked calm, no more intrigued than calm.
"You make me sound like a pervert. Do you want me to touch you?"
Did I really? Or was this just curiosity with hopes of encountering something never seen before "y-yes."
"Then invite me in." He says
"What?"
Yoongi walked up until he and I were face to face. Well face to chest. I had to tilt my head to look into his cold beautiful blue eyes.
"Invite me inside." He says again. All my senses are on end urging me to turn and run, but Yoongi eyes are so captivating. As if they were persuading me to his suggestion. Am I really about to do this?
"Okay."
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