dominant. ☽myg☾

024

Y/N's P.O.V.

I banged heavily on the wooden door, then flopped onto my ass on the front door step. I stared at my hands and started wiggling my fingers, giggling out loud at them, "Humans are pretty odd."

"Who are you talking to?"

I jumped at the voice coming from behind me.

I craned my chin up. Wet strands of hair glued to my forehead, "Oh, you're home. Can I come in?"

The boy sighed when glaring down at me. He stepped back into his apartment, holding the door open.

I remained sitting, the earth wobbling a little when I looked at my feet.

I giggled some more, "Oh my god, there's an earthquake! Get down!"

I heard a mildly amused scoff, then two hands hooked under my arms and tugged me up. I fell limp with wide eyes and a clutch to my bag as my feet hovered over the carpet and grounded themselves on the sofa in the living room.

"Waaah~! You're so strong!" I mused.

"Yes, and you're drunk." The boy plopped himself onto the sofa next to me, leaning back into the leather pillows. A hand dragged through his hair and he spared me another sigh.

Hehe, the sofa farted.

"Don't tell me it's because of this YoonGi guy again?"

My lips formed into an o-shape and my eyebrows rose. I began looking around the room animatedly as if there was a fly flying around the room.

"What do you even see in him?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Everything," I said, finally tugging the wet shoe off after having a game of tug-of-war with it.

"Seems like an asswipe to me," he shrugged and tilted his chin upwards to the ceiling. He stared at it for so long I could have sown it was alive.

"Oh, he is," I snickered and tugged the damp hoodie off. It got stuck around my head so I gave up and let it stay there. Sighing in defeat, I lay dramatically across his lap. He glared down at me. He breathed a smile out softly and rubbed the muscles between his usually furrowed eyebrows, bringing my attention to his t-zone.

I brought a finger up to the space between his eyebrows and prodded it, hiccuping. He breathed another breath out as a light laugh this time, grabbing my finger and placing it back on his lap. His other hand petted my wet hair.

"So why do you let him be one?"

"I love him," I shrugged. It's not something that can be helped.

"Love sucks ass."

"You think everything sucks ass."

"That's because it does."

Silence.

I felt the misery I tried to drink away wash over me again and I let my insecurities swallow me up. Wallowed in self-pity.

Yugyeom looked at me genuinely concerned, "Y/N you should stop seeing this guy, whoever he is."

"I know. I will. I promise." I lied, lol.

"Alright. Of course you will. I have no reason to doubt you," he smirked. His fingers getting slightly stuck in the wet tangles.

"Hey, can you not? Your doubt is sucking up all the air in the room. It needs to get off my pity-party's dick."

We sat there snickering for sometime more and after that I only remember seeing Yugyeoms furrowed eyebrows and dozing off.

Furrowed. Always so worried. Am I that much of a nuisance?

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Hoseok prodded at my creased eyebrows, clearly amused at the situation. Swatting his hand away, he jumped when shot him a deathly stare, "Could you not? I'm trying to figure shit out, and you finding this funny isn't helping, either."

He snickered and rolled onto his back.

"Hoseok, this is serious. How is this in any form or shape amusing to you?"

"This? Oh, no. This situation isn't funny to me. Karma coming and biting you in the ass? Now, that is pretty funny."

I wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug-ass smirk off his face, but I knew he was right.

I groaned and fell onto my back. My face buried into my palms.

"How do I get out of this one?"

"That," he sat up and patted me on the stomach, "is something you'll have to figure out by yourself, Yoongo."

With that, he upped and left.

I groaned again.

"Goddamn it, Hoseok! Since when were you this wise?"

I heard him call from the hallway, "K-drama's never lie, Yoongo!"

I scoffed and hauled a pillow at the door he had purposefully left open to annoy me.

Why am I best friends with him again?

But he's right about me having to solve this on my own. And quick. But how?

My eye's snapped open when I heard a buzzing noise next to me.

I looked at the screen to see Y/N's icon appear next to a facetime request.

I jumped onto my phone and crossed my legs. Pulling my hood over my head, I blew a strand of hair tickling my eyelash and pressed the answer button.

I was greeted with the sight of a breathy, blushing Y/N running out of breath along a corridor I didn't recognise. My heart twinged in panic at the sight of her running and making a distressed noise, but then a low voice called her name and I heard her giggle, telling my heart to slow down a beat or two.

"Y/N get your ass into bed now!" The same low voice called after her.

She squealed, looking winded and I saw a handsom guy pick her up from behind. He carried her through the corridor she had previously ran down in fits of screaming and laughter. She squeaked again as she was thrown onto a bed and I freaked out.

Does she just have an endless supply of unknown hot guys hid up her ass or something?

"Y/N- Ow! That's it, I'm confiscating your phone!" The guy bantered about, presumably trying his best to sound serious.

"What? No~! I need to call Yoongo~!" She whined in the background.

I watched as the guy took the phone from her grabby hands as he stood on the bed, holding it from her reach. I stifled my laughter as I saw her hands slapping his face in attempts to get the phone back.

"That dickhead, again? Y/N I told you to stay away from him literally five minutes ago!" He lectured.

I bit my lip harshly between my teeth, face heating up out of anger.

"I know~ but he's pretty~!"

My lip fell and my face warmed for a different reason this time.

"No. Go to sleep. I can't be here for you everytime you call up to my doorstep a drunken mess because of this guy. Now goodnight," I watched as he leaped and ran for the door, closing it behind him and holding the handle shut until Y/N gave up whinning and went to bed.

I saw him brush his fringe and sigh, then staring at the phone screen.

I swore under my breath as I had been noticed.

"Wh-Who are you?" The guy asked.

"I'm Min YoonGi... Who're you?" I asked, getting defensive.

"So you're the infamous YoonGI? Well pretty boy, my fist has been itching to meet your face recently," he growled.

"Okay, it was nice meeting you, bye!" I piped and smashed the hang-up button.

Shit. Deep. Utter. Shit.