We made our way into the quite empty restaurant which was surprising for a weekday. The waitress took us both the our table without hesitation. Yoongi's hand never left mine. The moment we sat at the table next to each other he removed his hand from mine, in return placing it on my leg. I stiffened for a moment and blushed under the dark mask, but I no sooner calmed down when he spoke to me again, "What do you feel like? Sushi? Noodles? Anything specific?"
"I'm fine with anything you want." I smiled although he couldn't see it.
"What I want isn't on the menu." He smirked at the piece of laminated paper in front of him.
"Yoongi!" I said shocked by his answer and tried to smack his chest with my hand, which he caught mid swing.
"You know if you wanna feel up my chest all you gotta do is ask y/n. We could even leave right now." He stages so casually as I swallowed thickly and I turned towards him, "wow even under a mask you can still see your face is rosy!" He said in a satisfied tone.
Our waiter came to take the drink and food order Yoongi's hand never once leaving my leg. I had nothing to say. After the comments he has made I'm way too shy to even start a conversation with him. Pulling my mask down under my chin I stared at my hands on the table as if they were the most interesting thing in this world. I was pulled out of my daze as Yoongi's thumb rubbed against my outer thigh as he watched me thoughtfully. He muttered a soft "psst" to catch my attention. As our eyes met he leaned in a bit closer foreheads pressing together, "I never took you as such a shy girl based on what I saw on the court today. Do I make you nervous?" As he spoke his last words I close my eyes softly hoping he wouldn't make me answer, "If you want I can take you home y/n. Just say the word and we can-" I kissed him.
i KISSED him
I-kissed-HIM
I have no clue what took over my actions in that moment but I did it. Was it Taehyung being distant? Jungkook acting out of regret? Jimin flirting and then leaving me clueless? No one knows, but one thing I do know is he's perfect in my eyes. All of the boys are. Even the ones I've never sat down and talked with. Something about each member in this whole Bangtan boy band has my heart on a string, and no matter what I try there's nothing I can do to push these feelings away.
Pulling away from the soft kiss lowering my head and bitting my lip, eyes still shut out of embarrassment. I could hear him chuckle lowly. I shook my head thinking he was laughing because he didn't like what just happened, but I was wrong. His large hand caressed my cheek and lifted my chin slowly, "please look at me with those beautiful eyes." He whispered.
I didn't comply.
He brushed his fingertips over my neck, so softly it could barely be felt, "I said please..." he mumbled again as I fluttered my hooded eyes open to see him lowering his head to my level to look me more deeply in the eyes, "There she is." Yoongi cooed before pulling me in for a second kiss. I was melting. Totally forgetting we were in public I ran my hands up his chest tracking my way up to his shoulders and softly squeezing attempting to keep my cool. He separated again and smiled like a kid who just won a prize at the fair, "Someone's getting carried away now isn't she?"
I could feel my face begin to flush with color again. Yoongi booped my nose causing it to scrunch in the cutest way he has ever seen, before he pulling my mask back over my face, "I can't have anyone looking at this beautiful sight but me."
*Time Skip*
As we ate our food and spoke about our inner thoughts and most struggles he brought out something in me that I never liked to do.That thing was opening up. Yoongi was such an amazing listener. Never once did he seem bored or annoyed about me ranting of past drama with old friends in old cities.
He tried his best to stay calm despite the look of disgust in his eyes when I spoke about my first boyfriend trying to be pushy about kissing and sex when I wasn't yet into any of that.
But he told me about things he has never told the boys. Issues he has with himself, his family, and his mind. He's a hardworking soul who only wants the love and support that he deserves. I related to him on too many levels when he spoke about his depression. I got thrown into that mind rotting area when my mother cheated. His was more deeply rooted than mine as his issues were far more serious. One thing I couldn't bring myself to talk about with him was my mom. I wanted to so badly, but I knew if I started to I would break down in front of him.
When we finished our dinner together we drove back to my house and were sitting in the driveway, "would you like to come inside for a little while?" I asked him with a smile. I liked our talks together and honestly didn't want tonight to end. He took a moment to think before he answered with the first shy smile I've seen him show, "If you'd like me to."
I regretting this the moment I opened the front door to the house and met eyes with a very angry looking Jungkook.
"J-Jungkook! What are you doing here?.." I couldn't stop the stutter when I saw his frightening stance. Yoongi was standing directly behind me his arm still snaked around my waist.
"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" The youngest's words cut like a knife. The air around us felt thicker as my anxiety rose.
"We just went to dinner Jungkook-ah. Calm down." Yoongi said laughing as jealousy was written all over the other boys face, "I'll text you later y/n." Yoongi said turning me around to face him, my back to Jungkook, "sleep well." He planted a firm kiss on my forehead and walked backwards, very slowly to his car. Before opening his door he gave me a subtle wink.
I smiled at his adorable actions completely forgetting about the furious man standing in my house. Pivoting to face him he repeated his previous sentence through a clenched jaw, "What the hell do you two think you're doing?"
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Step Brother
Fanfiction*CURRENTLY ON HOLD* Your family splits in half and your father finds a new woman to love. The first encounter with your new "family" is something totally unexpected. It's him, he is too much to handle. You know deep down it's so wrong, but he makes...