Pretending

8

I love Jimin, and I love how smart he usually is, but lately he has had some pretty stupid ideas that make me want to strangle him. 

Like his idea for Yoongi and I to go on a double date with him and Jungkook. It's like if he's trying to squeeze the life out of me. 

And even worse, he always has that stupid glint in his eyes and beautiful smile that I can't say no to.

So that's how I ended up asking Yoongi if he wanted to go. I was tempted to text him, but I felt like then it'd be easier for him to reject me. As much as I didn't want to go, I didn't want to disappoint Jimin.

We were back at Yoongi's dorm, making out. It had become our thing go to Starbucks and then back to his dorm. Well kind of since this was barely the 4th time it happened.

The taste of bitter coffee had become familiar to my mouth. The sight of pretty pale hands had become comforting. The feeling of Yoongi under me was addicting. The sound of his soft moans were euphoric. The smell of coconut that radiated off his body had me intoxicated.

When we stopped  and pulled away from each other it was painful. I wanted to kiss him forever, but he had class.

"Hey Yoongi," I said as he fixed his ruffled hair in the mirror and straightened out his clothes. 

"What?" he asked.

"Do you want to go on a date? Like to dinner or the movies or I don't know, where ever." I felt nervous for some reason. 

He turned to look at me and smile. "When?"

"Um, I don't know. Maybe on Friday? Or whenever you can." I played with the hem of my shirt while looking around the room, avoiding his eyes.

"That sounds nice." He stepped closer to me and placed a hand on my chin, tilting my head so that I would look at him. "Why are you so nervous?" he chuckled softly. 

"I'm afraid you're going to say no."

"Why would I say no?"

"Because I know you don't like interacting with new people."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Yea, I do, but why is that an issue?"

I sighed and just went out and said it. "I want to go on a double date with you and my best friend and his boyfriend."

He frowned. "Why?"

Good question, I thought. 

"Will you go?" I asked, ignoring the question I could't answer without sounding stupid. 

He looked extremely displeased and unhappy. 

"Come on Yoongi," I said making my cutest pouty face.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm going to say yes, but don't think it's because of that... completely adorable face. Okay fine, it was because of that face you did but whatever."

I smiled at him and hugged him. "Thanks!"

"Yea yea, whatever," he grumbled, trying to hide his smile.