Romancing the Tome

Part 4

The next morning, you're awoken by the sound of the door closing. The lock is soft but you hear it anyways and sit upright in your bed. The fact that you're alone is the first thing you notice, swinging your legs from the covers. Yoongi is gone, his bed firmly made and panic begins to set in as you enter the bathroom.

It's empty, Yoongi not there and – spinning around – you realize his backpack is also gone. Cursing him beneath your breath, you turn on the faucet to finger-brush your teeth and splash water on your face. A few minutes pass before you open the door, praying without hope Yoongi paid on his way out.

It would be awkward to ask the bellhop for a favor when Yoongi skipped out on the bill. Halfway down the narrow flight of stairs, you nearly crash into Yoongi on his way up.

"You!" you blurt, pointing a finger. "How dare you leave me?"

Yoongi stares at you, wide-eyed and juggling two cups of coffee.

"What are you talking about?" he says, glancing over your shoulder. "I went to call a taxi... what did you think I was doing? Did you..." His brow furrows. "Did you think I left you, or something?"

Instead of answering this, you stare at the coffee he holds – two cups. One for him and presumably, one for you.

"Oh," you say, some of your anger deflating. "I – maybe. I don't know."

Yoongi arches a brow. "Wow. Your opinion of me is that low, huh?"

Huffing in response, you grab a cup from his hand. "Is this for me?"

"No, both are mine. I have an addiction."

Scowling, you turn to trudge up the stairs. "You ever just answer a question, Yoongi?'

"Wait," he says, hurrying after. "You're right, I'm sorry. One of those cups was for you – the one you're holding, actually. Please accept my gift, along with the knowledge that a cab is on its way."

Paused on the landing, you turn suddenly around. Yoongi stumbles backwards a step, a foot away from the top.

"What?" he says, concerned by your proximity. "Do I have something on my face?"

Swatting at nothing, Yoongi wrinkles his nose and you can't help but smile. There's nothing wrong with his face – as a matter of fact, he looks ridiculously beautiful this early in the morning. Despite the slight bedhead and wrinkled clothing, Min Yoongi is devastating.

"No." You wait until he stops swatting his face. "I was just wondering where you told the cab we were headed."

"I told them your University," Yoongi says. "We can go somewhere else if you want. You probably want to file a police report for your car."

"That's true," you say, although you pause. "But, Yoongi – isn't the city in the opposite direction of the cove?"

Yoongi tilts his head. "Well, sure. I'll just drop you off – then circle back to find my car. I forget where I parked it," he admits, slightly sheepish. "Otherwise, I'd say we should just take a taxi there."

"But," you say, your fingers tight on your cup. Yoongi is still looking confused, and you struggle to spit out the words. "What if whoever is following us catches up? They could have overheard us talking about the obelisk at the cove."

Yoongi's smile falters. "I guess it's a risk I'll just have to take."

The silence grows, until you sigh.

"Or, we could both go to the cove – today."

"But..." His brow furrows. "Then you wouldn't get back to the city."