sugar rush M.YG

ch.4

"that's not- you misinterpreted what I said "namjoon says as we sit in the coffee shop.

I roll my eyes, taking a sip of my Americano. the feeling of it slickly sliding down my throat calms my anger twards him.

"that is what you said, you said that I'm to stupid to understand any of this" I throw out my hand twards his laptop with our homework pulled up on the screen.

his hand runs down his face, slowly dragging his cheeks and lips down in an exaggerated attempt to show me he's tired of my shit.

"Y/N, i said that I see why you don't understand it"

my lips fold into a straight line.

"well, you said it with your eyes"I respond, trying to keep up the arguement.

he rolls his eyes.

"let's break, I need some protein. hungry?"

I look up, but then my eyes shift to the door as the ball above jingles with a crispy 'ding ding!' filling my ears.

suddenly my cheeks are burning and my eyes are frozen in place.

min yoongi walkes in and behind the counter as he strikes a conversation with the current worker.

'snap snap'

"Y/N? are you hungry?"

I don't move, my eyes are matched onto the bittersweet boy currently taking orders.

namjoon looks at my eyes, then turns around to see what all the 'hub bub' is about that's causing me to zone out.

a devilish grin is placed on his features, dimples deeper than a donuts center. I instantly know he's thinking up an evil plan.

he looks at me.

"come on Y/N! he won't bite!"he says loudly, causing yoongi's almond eyes to shoot to us with curiosity.

my eyes tear away, immediatly placing themselves on namjoon with fire.

"are you fucking kidding me!"i whisper yell with my teeth grinding together.

he chuckles as he stands up and pulls me twards him by my wrist, walking up to the counter.

"hey yoongi, how are you?"namjoon asks.

yoongi shrugs and looks at me, gummy smile complementing his features as he looks at my sweaty, red state.

"good, what can i get you guys?"

namjoons scratches his chin as he hums, eyes glued to the menu above.

my palms get sweatier by the second as my eyes stare at yoongi's veiny hand, his fingers drumming impatiently at the surface like a heavy metal band.

I know he's starring at me, I can feel his eyes burning into me like the sun. I garente I'll have a tan by the time I step out of here.

"hey Y/N"

my eyes rip from there frozen state, connecting with the bitter boy as his gummy smile causes my noodle legs to wibble wobble.

"I-I"I stumble over my words, then shake my head immediatly.

I yank my hand out of namjoons grasp and speed twards the door as I burn rubber with my shoes.

a loud "Hey wait!" follows me out the door as namjoon is screaming for me to come back

but I don't stop and keep running.

cotton candy clouds my eyes and sugar sweet gum drops fall down my cheeks as my sugar rush clashes with my anxiety to cause a bitter sweet panic attack to arise.

he spoke to me and I ran.

typical.