Jeon Jooyeon
I was watching my favourite drama on my phone when Yoongi suddenly stormed in.
JUST RIGHT BEFORE THE KISS SCENE.
"Aish, seriously! Can you not spoil me once in a life time??", I groaned, throwing a pillow at Yoongi.
But he managed to dodge it off, which annoys me even more.
"Ugh,"
"Don't ugh at me. Do you want me to kill you?", he threatened, walking towards my direction.
"Anyway,"
He paused, sitting right next to me on the bed, slunging his arm on my shoulder.
"I was going to tell you that we're going to picnic.", he said as I instantly snapped my head at him.
"Seriously?"
"What?", he asked bluntly.
"Do you even hear yourself when you're talking?"
"Bitch, there's nothing wrong with going to picnic.", he defended.
"Picnic isn't, but a picnic at FREAKING 2 IN THE MORNING is beyond weird.", I said.
He looked at me with his eyebrow raised a bit, but then he stood up, walking towards the door.
"Get ready or I'll get you changed with my bare hands.", he said and walked out of the room.
Damn you, Min Yoongi.
I walked towards the closet and get changed into a pair of black jeans and a thick baby pink coat with a black hoodie underneath since the weather is quite cold right now.
I combed my hair and grabbed my sling bag which contains my phone and purse.
I walked downstairs and there I saw Yoongi sitting in the living room with his legs crossed, eyes glued on his phone.
"Let's go,"
Yoongi stood up from his seat and looked at me, from head to toe as the corner of his lips curved up into a smile.
"Now this is my girlfriend,"
"So you're saying I'm not your girlfriend when I'm ugly?", I provoked, crossing my arms against my chest.
"There is no time where you're ugly, Jooyeon.", he said, snaking an arm around my waist.
"You snake,"
He pecked the tip of my nose as he led the way out of his house.
We've decided to walk by feet to spend some quality time together.
They say walking under the moonlight is a must for a couple.
"Are you cold?", Yoongi asked, as I turned my head to him.
He had his arm on my waist, literally hugging me in the cold night.
"Not really,"
"And yet your lips are trembling.", he chuckled.
He leans in, kissing me with his warm lips.
"There,"
I froze at my spot, not knowing how to react to his warm kiss.
"You're not trembling anymore. How magic of this lips of mine,"
I hit the back of his head and walked ahead of him, leaving him behind.
"Wait for me!"
I heard his steps getting closer and in no time, he's standing next to me like before, swiftly slipping his hand into mine.
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• Laundry •
Fanfiction"What are you doing here?" "Doing my laundry, of course. What else?" In which a 24-hours laundry is their usual place to see each other.
