If You Love Me

Chapter 19: Deception

"My my... That's no way to treat your sister."

"What?"

There's this grim look smothered all over her thin, feline-like lips. Only now do you realize that her resemblance to Yoongi is quite uncanny; the two sharing features like lips and complexion yet differentiating in their orbs.

Unlike Yoongi though, her eyes are vivid. They carry something Yoongi would never dream of burdening others with.

Mischief.

An abrupt cold sensation stings your skin. When you tilt your head, you notice Yoongi's hand anchored to your wrist and his empty gaze just watches. He speaks softly, "Y/N, take a seat."

You throw him a brief look of confusion before seating yourself beside him, your palm still encompassed by his. You try to savour the moment as much as you can besides the irony of knowing it won't last long.

"Yoongi, quit being rude. Introduce me to the poor girl." She waves nonchalantly.

Yoongi's head snaps up. He turns to you with gritted teeth, "Y/N, this is Subin. She's my older sister." He struggles to get the last few words out but manages without popping too many blood vessels.

A grin entertains her perfectly rouge-traced lips before being tucked away by her gloved hand. In a lady-like manner, she stifles her laughter and retrieves a menu from the middle of the table. You sit with tangled brows. "Older sister...?"

"Yes! We totally look alike right?" Subin brings her fingers into peace sign, a painstakingly similar gummy smile reflecting afterwards. Yoongi's grip on your hand tightens.

You chuckle softly, "I never knew you had a sister."

"Same here! Had no idea this dork had a girlfriend." You can feel your cheeks flare up as she turns to Yoongi, "Bro, make some effort here, c'mon. I'm not old enough to be out of the loop just yet."

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

She pouts, "Rude."

Quickly shrugging off the aftermath, she gears her focus towards you. On the end of her seat, she bites her lip as you stare at her questioningly. A moment goes by as no words are exchanged, her eventually taming the silence first. "God, you're pretty. How does any man control themselves?"

You smile sheepishly and she keeps steady eye contact.

Yoongi stiffens, mumbling something under his breath that you can't quite make out between the commotion of the restaurant. "Subin," He bellows lowly.

She gives an exasperated shrug. "C'mon, I didn't even get to the fun stuff!" Her whine causes you ring with laughter, the ladder joining in shrotly.

You give a reassuring squeeze to Yoongi's hand. From the mere nurturing impact, Yoongi, though reluctantly, goes limp in his seat. He hopes putting his confidence in blind trust is the right choice.

Still focused on Subin, you shake your head and beam brightly, "It's fine really. Mind if I ask where you're from?"

"Seoul." She nods.

"Huh? Me too!" You gasp a little too giddily.

She squeals. Her smile is beyond euphoric and she coos in her seat. "Woah! Yoongi! Why didn't you tell me about your girlfriend sooner?" Heat rises to your face as the word girlfriend echoes through your mind. Judging by Yoongi's rouge cheeks you assume he's sharing the same embarrassment.

"I've been dying to speak casually with someone again. Everyone here is so hard to understand. Their words are all funny and backwards." She scrunches her adorable nose as her eyes shrink into small crescents of pure glee.