Mine. [3]

T e n

—10:54 p.m.

It's very dim in the living room, you were sitting by the fireplace, staring at its beautiful glow while indulging in some fine wine and vanilla ice cream.

You sigh as you take a sip out of your wine, setting it beside you afterwards.

Am I really annoying to him?

All I was trying to do was have some fun. He needs to lighten up a little.

If he thought I was annoying, why am I still living in his house.

Maybe I should leave...

Maybe he'd be happy.

"What're you still doing up?" Yoongi chuckles while sitting on the arm of the couch.

You roll your eyes and take another bite of the ice cream.

He gets up and sits next to you and gasps.

"And you're eating my food and drinking my wine?" He reaches over you and grabs the glass of wine.

"This is my best bottle, too." He drinks all of the wine in the glass and sighs in delight.

You groan a little and get up, heading back upstairs but he grabs your hand.

"Y/N," he says from directly behind you. "What's wrong?"

You turn around to look at him and narrow your eyes.

"How am I annoying?! All I was trying to do was to make you laugh! You rarely smile! I don't understand why I'm even here if I'm such a burden to you!"

He sighs. "Y/N, stop, you know you get emotional when you're drunk."

He looks down at the half-empty bottle of wine and then looks at you in disbelief.

"Go to bed, Y/N before you do something you'll regret doing."

"Why? Why do you hate me?" You mumble while walking up the stairs.

"I don't hate you!" He yells suddenly.

You stop and look at him, his figure becoming blurry because of the tears forming in your eyes.

He walks towards you and pulls you close.

"I...love you."

He leans towards you until your lips connect with his.

Your eyes widen, the tears on your cheeks glistening from the fire in the fireplace.

You pull away from the kiss and run upstairs into your room, slamming the door shut.

You catch your breath as you lay down on the bed.

What...just happened?

- - -

The next day
—11:30 a.m.

You woke up with a piercing headache.

"Ah!" You groan while rubbing your forehead.

You get up and walk into the kitchen, aiming to make yourself some tea.

You take quick glance at Yoongi, who looks guilty.

"Good morning," you say, breaking the silence.

"G–Good morning," he responds.

You grab a mug out of the cabinet and fill it up with hot water.