Thawing His Frozen Heart | Min Yoongi

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Yoongi.
A bar of soap hit my face straight.
I almost saw Y/N naked.
Part of me wished the fog cleared seconds earlier so... You know.
The other is content with the fact a bar of soap traveling at least one mile per second hit me just in time.
"Uh, Yoongi?" She said softly.
I grinned, sitting up.
She squatted beside me, and I could see just how big her thighs were. A bit of wet hair was hanging down her face.
"What's going on with you?" She asked.
Her large eyes looked so soft, but they were demanding a response.
"What do you mean?" I asked, wiping soap from my face.
"You really seem to hate me." She bit her lip. Y/N, you're pretty and smart but can't you figure out stuff like this already?
"I don't...hate you."
"So," she said, a little smile playing on her face.
"Does that mean you like me?"
"..." I paused. I'm not good at this stuff...
"I don't hate you. But I don't like you either." I blurted.
Way to go, Yoongi.
What the heck is that even supposed to mean?!
"I... Sure." She stuttered.
She gave me a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, and I could see I hurt her.
Wait...
Did she like me? Like, did she like like me?
This was getting confusing.
She got up, and walked quickly out.
What did I do?