Finding You

Chapter 21: The List

It was finally the first of November, which was perhaps the day Yoongi had been looking forwards too almost as much as the day after the concert when he had dyed his hair pink again. A part of him always felt sneaky when he played these tricks on Alex, though they weren't really tricks. He wasn't really fucking with her mind by reading her wishes and then making them happen. He was just causing some odd coincidences to happen. Weird. Totally not fucking with her.

He had been buzzing with energy practically all day and, while it was getting late as he waited to hear from Alex, the energy didn't fall off. He wouldn't allow himself to sleep, which even he realised was uncharacteristic of himself. Yoongi didn't want to risk Jin catching him up late at night again talking with Alex, so he laid on the living room floor, holding his phone over his head and scrolled through her blog while he waited for her to make an appearance. He was dying to know what she had thought of him dressing up as Naruto for Halloween. He wanted to see the way she freaked out, just like the way she had when she had discovered his hair was pink again.

In the meantime he looked through her posts, reading them curiously. The first he had missed was a translation post for that tweet he made about licking a bath bomb. He laughed sheepishly as he remembered it, but there was this part of him that wished people would forget that he had actually been curiously enough to lick it and then stupid enough to post about it on social media. He couldn't say that he had expected people to let him live it down and yet there he was years later reading about it again and asking himself why they remembered that one pesky fact about him. However, despite that, Alex's tags amused him nonetheless.

#every time i read about this it equally causes me a great deal of second hand embarrassment, #and also makes me giggle so fucking hard, #how did he do this?, #how did he not realise that he probably shouldnt STICK A BATH BOMB IN HIS MOUTH?, #Min Yoongi you amuse me so fucking much, #thank you for existing you weird and wonderful human being, #suga sweet

Technically speaking he hadn't put it in his mouth. He had put his tongue on it, which was out of his mouth. A part of him wished he could tell her that. Yoongi wished he could joke around with her about it. But once again he was in a situation where he couldn't do that. At least not yet.

Yoongi set his phone down on his stomach and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. All the lights were turned out, but it wasn't pitch black either; the light of the moon peeked through the window and lit up the ceiling above him. He stared at it as he let his mind wander, tracing the patterns of the shadows when they met the subtle light.

Yoongi bit his lip as he thought about the fact that there were so many things he wanted to talk to Alex about. So many things he wanted to discuss with her that were completely based on her tags. The number of inside jokes they could have would rival any friendship and the thought made his stomach tumble a little. He wanted that. He wanted that with her.

Yoongi scrambled to his feet and walked into the kitchen, the sound of his steps padding across the tiled floor in his ears louder than normal with the abundance of silence from the night. He opened one of the drawers that wasn't dedicated to the use of kitchen equipment; inside it was just junk or whatever someone felt like putting in there. For Yoongi, he had thrown a little notebook in there about a year ago and forgotten about it. He smiled when he caught sight of it, taking it out. However, what the drawer lacked was something that perhaps made the most sense to be kept there.

He pushed his hand through his faded blond hair and looked around the kitchen, hoping to spot a pen somewhere. His eyes, small compared to the size of his face, were drawn to the marker attached to the little white-board they had on the fridge. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing. He took it off the hook with a satisfying click and then made his way back to the living room. He laid on his stomach, sticking his feet in the air while he set his phone on the floor and opened the notebook to a fresh page.