Yoongi's POV:
"A bunch of bullshit" She said, still not looking at me. I was trying to suppress the hope that was stubbornly growing.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Something alcoholic. Or it could be pure alcohol, although it's already too late to save me from the embarrassment.
"On the top shelf of the cabinet in the corner" I said.
"Great, put it in the worst place for anyone to find" She then proceed to look at the cabinet, like she was measuring if it was really worth to get it. Before I could loose my courage or she turned to me to see what I was doing, I went to her and lifted her up, putting her on top of the counter. She murmured a thanks and I just shrugged it off contouring the table and sitting there, but giving myself a mentally tap in the back. She retrieved what she wanted, a bottle of vodka, and then made her way down, picking a glass, pouring herself some and then drinking it in one swift motion. Then, and only then she turned to look at me.
"It was a contract that would make us conceal our relationship and give them power to monitorize us. We wouldn't even be allowed to... you heard what he said." She trailed off.
"But..." I decided to say anyway "we are not in a relationship" I held her gaze and she stood there, trying to find her words.
"Shit, I need another one" She said and proceed to pour another glass, and another, downing both with alarming speed. After them she seemed a little tipsy already. For someone that is not used to drinking, 3 followed bottom up shots of vodka was sure to have some effect "We might not be in a relationship, but that doesn't mean that they shouldn't be worried about... us" She blushed as she finished her sentence, and I couldn't not tease her.
"And why would they need to be?"
We just stood there for a second, until she seemed like she was electrocuted, coming straight up to me and leaning on the table to give me small peck. I couldn't believe what was happening. We stood there for a moment until she crawled on top of the table and sat right in front of me, her legs open dangling beside mine. Still I wasn't sure if I were allowed to make the next step, she ran away from me so many times before, that I was afraid of scaring her away.
Slowly, I lifted my hands to put it on her waist, and since she let me I put another one. Seeing as she wasn't rejecting me I decided to be bolder, so I pulled her to drop off the tabe and on my lap, and she went just went with it. I wanted to pull her closer, but she beat me to it, kissing me again slowly, only small pecks, like she was testing the field, to then proceed to deepen the kiss, me following right suit tasting the vodka on her tongue. Her fingers intertwined with my hair to lock me in place, and I pulled her closer by her waist, ending with whatever gap that had between us.
We were panting by now, so close together, and her skin was so hot. I Held her so close to me that, if I could, I would just merge with her. It was my first time kissing someone and I wasn't ready for the intensity of it, so when she pressed herself further against me and I responded back down there, I broke the kiss suddenly, eyes wide with the possibility of her getting pissed with me, because she sure felt it against her.
I got aroused with just a kiss. God, she would think I was a teenage boy.
"I-I...I'm sorry" I choked out. She then proceeded to glance down and back at my face, and stiffened a chuckled, her cheeks red.
"No, don't worry, it's... it's okay. I think it's better if I get off now"
"Yeah, I think so too" She then got off of my lap and went to wash the cup she used, before stopping near the counter top with the vodka in hands, motioning for me to help her up again. My situation wasn't any better, specially because I was following her attentively "I don't think I can get up now, sorry".
"Oh right, don't worry" She then took a chair to help her up and put the vodka away.
" You did it before, didn't you?" I asked.
"What?"
"Kissing"
She got down from the counter and put the chair back in place, right in front of me, so she could sit. She got bolder after the kiss, which was what let me to this question. I guess the confession were the worst part, not that she said the words though, and not that I'm complaining of her method.
"That was theonly time that I thought of running away from the company. I was 15, and I almost did actually. It was during winter break and new years, when he would let us enjoy some time with our family if we had an amazing performance throughout the year before. It was a one week thing. He was 20 and I never saw him again, but he took more than my heart. I gave him everything, and all he wanted was to brag to his friends."
I couldn't say anything after that revelation. I guess sometimes not knowing anyone was better than liking someone like that. I extended my hand her way and she took it.
"I'm sorry" Was the only thing I could say, but I was being sincere. I was sorry for her meeting such an asshole, specially at a young age.
"It's okay now, he is in the past, and I think my taste in men improved quite a lot." She said and smiled at me shyly, trying to light up the mood.
"I don't know, who are you interested in nowadays?" I jokingly said and she slapped my shoulder playfully.
"I think you should ask my boyfriend" I gasped loudly.
"Could you stop stealing my roles, please?" I inquired.
"Oh so sorry sir, please go ahead then" She smiled at me, waiting.
I smiled, but soon it faded. Staring right at her eyes I asked.
"(Y/N), would you be my girlfriend?"
A/N:
Hello people. I'm presenting you with a double chapter and I am finally getting somewhere with this. I had new ideas for other stories but I forbid myself from writing them until I speed up things here. Don't know when I'll be posting again, and for that I'm sorry. I lost where I was going to head this one to, but I got some new ideas and I like them better, so hopefully (hopefully indeed), I'll post some more.
Stay awesome and healthy.
Love you guys.
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