sugar rush M.YG

ch.8

I watched his profile with steady eyes.

he's pretty.

"like what you see?"he says cockily, causing my face to turn red.

and being the stupid, scared and anxiety driven human being i am. I said absolutely Fricken nothing.

surprised? shouldn't be.

"you get nervous easy"he says with a chuckle.

"I-I'm not nervous"

"sure"

then it's silent, because I decided not to argue.

wait. I don't even know where we're going?

should i ask? or would he think I'm stupid for not paying attention?

what if he's actually a murderer and he's taking me to his house to lock me in his basement and kill me?

what if he takes me to a really fancy resturant, orders a ton of food, then leaves me to pay for it?

what if-

"your phone's ringing"he said.

I shake my head a bit, then look down at my lap.

"oh. it's namjoon"

I pick up my phone and swipe 'answer'.

"wher'd you go? you didn't run off did you? did you leave him?"namjoons worried voice filled my ears.

my cheeks burned like hot Cheetos, hearing yoongi's chocolate chuckle from my left causing my face to go up in flames.

"n-namjoon. I'm fine, I'm with yoo-"

"I'm kidnapping her! don't worry about getting her back!"yoongi yelled playfully loud for namjoon to hear.

I hit his arm, smiling as I hear namjoon laugh thru the phone.

'i'm gonna hold you to that yoongi! you better keep her in a basement far away!'

"oh my frick. I'm gonna swallow a death penalty if you guys don't stop"I said with a face palm, but under my hand was the most ugly, goofy smile I've ever had.

I'm actually hanging out with him. I'm hanging out with the guy I've liked since my first year of college.

I pull the phone away and hung up, after our stupid goodbyes of course.

then it's once again a peachie silence, but both of us still have those stupid grins.

"your cute when your embarrassed"he said all of a sudden.

my cheeks were like lava rocks just from his voice alone. the complement made me want to scream, as tho I were a volcano erupting.

I never thought that the man I liked would complement me, much less even acknowledge my existence.

"w-where are we going?"I asked shyly, looking at the baby blue sky with cotton clouds.

"I don't really know, where do you wanna go?"he asks with a smile, then holds up his hand."we can go anywhere, just please nothing clichè"

I nodded my head, not so sure.

"can you give me an example for 'clichè'?"

he smiles a funny smile, resting his hand back on the steering wheel.

"like. an amusement park, or movie theater. those are the most clichè dates ever"

my heartbeat sped up and my cheeks got even darker than they already were. they burn like drinking water after mint gum, but the color is as dark as a wild cherry candy.

did he say what I think he said?

"d-date?"

I'm not ready for this. this isn't what I was expecting. I feel like throwing up now.

"yea, why not? we don't have to call it a 'date' if your uncomfortable with it"

his reasureing grin only made me more nervous, which is weird because it's supposed to be reasuring.

"i-uh"

"look, let's change the subject. where the hell are we going? because I'm actually wasteing gas, it's not free you know"

well, he did mention thrift shopping earlier, tho I am kinda hungry after just leaving without eating even tho that was my choice.

"know any good diners?"

he thought for a moment, his fingers running over his chin.

"we can go to the drive in, I don't know what movies are playing tho"

"what happend to 'nothing clichè'?"

he lets out a laugh, that gorgeous gummy grin on his face.

"the drive in isn't clichè it's retro"

we look at each other, then I look back ahead.

"I'm all for it then."