A Promise: BTS X READER

Part 17

'Shit. It was a dream' You sit up and glance at Yoongi sleeping soundly tucked in on your bed. Jimin is nowhere to be seen. 'Wait, why would I even want that to happen?' You get up and put the blankets away, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts racing through your head. You walk around the bed to the side Yoongi is facing and you start to shake him gently. "Hey, it's six. It's time to wake up."

He moans and readjusts himself. You rustle him again, "Seriously. They're probably worried sick about you."

He opens one eye and looks up at you. "They're not." He closes it, yawns, opens his eyes and sits up, sliding the blankets and sheets off of him. He stretches his arms up.

"Well, either way, you can't stay here. If my parents find out I let a boy stay over, a boy they don't even know, they'll come up with all kinds of assumptions. I'll get grounded till the end of time. And my sister will have a field day. So get up."

He sighs and slides his legs over the edge of the bed. You find you have difficulty even looking at him because he just reminds you of the dream you had. 'Why would I even dream of him doing something like that with me?'

Yoongi notices you averting your gaze and asks, "Is something wrong?"

You stop yourself from flinching, "Nothing. I'm sorry."

He looks back down, "Ok."

You find yourself able to look in his direction now that his face is hidden, and immediately you notice his hair again. It's so wild, like he hasn't brushed it in a while, but it seems so soft and it smells sweet. You reach out and touch it. It is soft. Without even moving his head, Yoongi's hand shoots up and grabs yours. But instead of moving yours, he keeps it in place. He lifts his head and looks into your eyes. For a few moments there's complete silence -- just the two of you looking into each other's eyes.

Then he lifts your hand off his head and places it at your side. He starts to stand and you begin to back away to give him room, but, instead, he reaches both arms out and pulls you against him. "Thank you for taking care of me. Jimin is truly a lucky man." He says it softly, so much so you can barely hear him. And then he lets you go.

You step to the side and let him stand up. He turns around and fixes your blankets, before lightly grabbing your shoulder to help him walk. You quietly open the door of your room as to not wake anyone up. You help him outside your house. "Do you want me to help you get to the hotel?"

He shakes his head, "You've done enough. I'll be fine." He lets go of your shoulder and tries to regain his balance.

"Are you sure?"

Yoongi doesn't respond, so you take it as a yes. "Get back safe," You say softly.

You go back inside and look at him as you close the door. He's facing the street, looking up at the sky. 'Is it really ok to leave him like that,' you wonder as you sit on the couch. 'No, I really should help him.' You jump up and run to the door. But when you swing it open, Yoongi is nowhere to be seen.

You close the door more confused than you've ever been, hoping he makes it back to the hotel safe and gets his injuries taken care of. 'Still, where did he get those from? Why wouldn't he tell me?'

Your sister comes out from her bedroom, still dressed in her pajamas. She sees you and walks over, "Morning, y/n."

"Morning. Why you up so early?"

"Just had trouble sleeping all night. Oh yeah, that user messaged me back." She walks back to her room to grab her phone.

When she reemerges, you ask, "What happened? What'd she say?"

"She won't delete them. In fact, she's taken even more." She shows you her screen which has their messages displayed: there's a picture of you and Jimin kissing on the ferris wheel. It's kind of blurry so you wouldn't be able to tell right away who the subjects are. But of course you know, it's a picture of you.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

"And that's not all," She turns her phone back around to face her, "She's asking for something in return for not releasing these pictures."

"What does she want?"