BADGIRL ➳ M.YG

Chapter ten ➳ sober, not.

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I don't get drunk, i just less classy and more fun.

Chapter ten ➳ sober, not.

˗ˏˋMIN YOONGIˎˊ˗

After the scene she made outside the club i brought her to my car.

I saw at the corner of my eyes, Eunseo staring at me. "Are we gonna leave Jackson there, let's go back. Pleaseeee-" i peck her lips and she instantly shut her mouth. "Jackso-" i peck her lips once again. And she whined glaring at me.

"Say his name and i'll get a free kiss from you" she pouted her lips, she's acting different. Damn, I shouldn't take advantage of her drunk state but her soft lips- shit, don't think about it. Fuck.

"But we can't leave him, what if something happen to him?" Her tune full of worries, I envy Jackson he has this amazing girl worrying about him.

We finally arrived home, i got out of my car and opened the door for her. She got out and started walking, she tripped at her own foot and she started to laugh at herself. She looks so impotent when she's drunk.

She raise her hands. "Can you help me up?" I walked to her and helped her up. She squeal and gave me a tight hug. She's drunk, it doesn't mean anything. I pulled away before i do something i'll regret in the morning. She gazed at me grievously.

I carried Eunseo to her room and while i was doing that she was staring deeply into my eyes as if she is examining me. I placed her in the bed pulling the blanket over her body.

"Wear real clothes next time" she confusingly stared at me.

She pulled the blanket down and gazed at her dress. "isn't this clothes?" She trailed her hands down on her dress. A fucking tease.

"Stop it Eunseo, or else" i warned her, i knew she can see the yearning in my eyes. But she still questioned.

"Or else what?"

˗ˏˋKIM EUNSEOˎˊ˗

Uncomfortable with my position I rolled further left in the side of the bed. But a loud thud' echoed in the room. I fell in the bed. As i go back to my bed I realised i'm not wearing the clothes i wore yesterday. I immediately grab my head. I tried to recall everything that happened last night.

'Stop it Eunseo, or else' lust was visible in his eyes, yet i stared at him innocently. Fuck.

My eyes winded, nothing happened, right? What in the world happened last night! I'm never gonna going to a club every again. I was about to go to the guest room but heard something downstairs.

I immediately went there. "Y-you, you little piece of shit son of satan!" I know that i'm as red as a tomato right now.

"That's all you can say, after what happened last night?" How can he just say that like it's nothing, he just- he made love with me last night damn it. But, there's a chance we didn't. Right?

"Whatever happened it's nothing, there is no meaning behind it" Yoongi looked bewildered, is he teasing me? Fuck him.

He was about to reply but i hastily run upstairs. If it did happened, it wasn't my first but doesn't mean he had the right to take advantage of my drunk state. I smelled myself and groan. And here i was planning on taking a shower later. I took a quick shower then went to my closet and grab some clothes.

Thank lord there is no dress code in hell- in School, was that considered as typo? Whatever. But even if there was a dress code i still ain't following it. Rules are made to be broken.

I walked downstairs and smelled something burning, i gingerly walk to the kitchen so that he would notice me. The sight infront of me made me laugh tranquilly. Yoongi was cooking and the oil hit him in the face and he whinge like a girl.

"Fuck— ouch!" I held my mouth as he continued to curse as he cook the food. I saw that he was about to finish cooking so i went back to the stairs and clamorously walk so he can hear me going down.

And when i reach at the table i saw a soup placed there. He then placed the hotdog and egg in the table. I snicker at the sight. The hotdog was burned, so are the bacons. Yoongi sat beside me and look at the food in-front of us.

He scratched his forehead, i can see ignominious in his eye. No way, Mr. Badboy is shy. "The only thing i can cook is soup" and he can't cook hotdog and eggs? I chucked. "Sorry, but i did tried my best" he reason out.

"I'll just eat the soup" he smiled then nodded his head, i took a spoon then tasted the soup. I raise my eyebrow, impressed. It taste good, surprisingly.

He saw that i was enjoying the food so he smiled in accomplishment. "My Grandmother taught me how to cook a soup so i quite good at it" he cockily respond. But I couldn't help hut astound why would he do all this things for me?

I opened my mouth and closed it again, should i ask him? Wait, why am i faltering- could it be i don't wanna hear his answer cause i'm scared. But of what exactly. Because the answer might be something i don't wanna hear. What no. "Why are you doing all this for me?" I bluntly asked snapping all my thoughts away.

Faltering, that was the look in his eyes as he stare at mine. He quickly looked away looking somewhere but not me. "Your grandparents entrusted you to me, so it's my responsibility to-" I didn't like the answer so i he's sentence.

"I see" it sounded mournful, i hate him. I can't fall- what. No! My thoughts got flash away when i felt a hand wiping something out of my face. It brought electricity. It felt good. His skin brushing against mine.

Yoongi also looked shock by his action. "Sorry, my hand move itself reflexively" maybe he couldn't stand the dirt that was on my face and just wiped it away. "I'll go ahead, finish your soup. Your head must have hurt after what happened last night" he then grab his things and left. His future girlfriend is so lucky, i don't know why but it hurts... knowing that it'll never he me.

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"I know right, i'm so lucky- i'm kidding. That's not what they really said- whipped" 🙊💓