𝐈 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲; m.yg ➸ Slow Updates

//03//

"You look really cute up close like this. Do you know that, Mi-chin gae?" Yoongi mumbled in a low and husky voice.

My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't move. I couldn't function or even blink. Our faces were so close and he wouldn't let go of my wrist.

"Please, let go," I begged in my head.

"I-I..." I tried to let out but failed.

But then I realized something. His eyes were closed. In fact, the way his lips moved seemed very lazy, too.

Was he... asleep? And dreaming of me?

Before I could confirm anything, Yoongi pulled on my wrist and in no time, I fell over him and rolled against the back of the couch. Now, I was stuck inbetween the back of the couch and Yoongi's sleeping figure, his hand now encompassing my upper arm protectively and his right arm slightly on top of my own legs.

I was stuck. What now?

I wanted to distance him from me just a bit so that I could get out while he was still asleep, but then I saw his face. His beautiful features. The way the moonlight casted a small shadow over his eyelashes and onto his curved cheekbones. The way his hair fell somewhat to the side and out of his eyes which were closed. And his light breath that brushed against my face indicated how peaceful he was sleeping. His pink lips were still parted slightly and they seemed to be the only sort of colour against his milky and smooth pale skin. I wanted to touch it. But I knew I couldn't.

I always destroyed everything I ever touched. I couldn't possibly do the same to Min Yoongi.

Soon, I came back to my senses and tried to figure out how to get out of this situation without waking him up. But I was trapped beneath his hold. There was no way I could move.

But I had to try.

I moved his arm away slightly but that only made him pull me closer. My eyes widened.

What now?

I gasped a little as I came to a decision. I decided I would try to move him along with me. I put my hands on the sides of his upper arms and moved his arms and body along with mine as I lifted out of the corner and his back was now flat against the seat of the double seater couch. My body was now on top of his and I was halfway there. His hands were already loosening up on me.

Just one more move and he'll sleep alone on the couch peacefully and I'll go back upstairs and forget about this incident.

...Or fangirl about it silently for the rest of my life.

But that plan got ruined when his eyes slowly began to flutter open. I froze.

It took Yoongi a while figure out what was happening. His eyes slowly adjusted to the sight above him; my face. And my body that was on top of his own.

There are many situations that could easily be misunderstood. This was one of them.

"Mi-chin gae?" His sleepy voice questioned, eyes still squinted. Then, his eyes widened in realisation.

Great, he must think I'm that crazy fan.

In my moment of panic, I couldn't think and resorted to the worst possible thing I could've done:

I punched Yoongi.

Hard.

On the side of his head.

He was knocked out cold and my eyes widened.

What. Did. I. Just. Do?

As I stare at the sight before me, I hear footsteps from up stairs and I jump off Yoongi and hide behind the couch.