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chapter eleven / shipil
Taking Flight
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"This is pretty fancy, Yoongi," Sowon stated, skepticism written on her features, seeming sure that neither of them could possibly afford to pay for even a glass of water at a place like this when she saw the costly looking chandelier hanging above them, along with paintings, and decorations lined with gold. Sowon felt her wallet crying for mercy just by breathing in the air of the restaurant. "I don't think my parents will be very happy to have me charge my emergency credit card for this."

"Don't worry, I'm treating." He smiled down at her and patted her head. Sowon would normally respond by frowning while swatting his hand away, but she was much too shocked as she processed his statement to do anything but gape at him. Yoongi chuckled and placed his hand under her chin to force her mouth closed. "Your breath will get us kicked out; please spare us."

Like a light switch going off, Sowon feels her attitude towards him changing again. One moment, her heart feels warm and light because of his kindness, the next, he's teasing her and fumes can basically be seen from her ears as she clenches her jaw and decides whether or not she'll find the nearest steak knife to throw at him. Maybe the reason she can't figure out how she feels about the boy is because of the wide spectrum of ways he acts towards her.

For Yoongi, though, he enjoys every reaction he gets from Sowon. He gets high from seeing her flustered state when he's sweet and flirtatious, he gets a kick out of seeing her frustrated and annoyed when he's teasing her, he admires her when she plays music because he knows how much potential she holds. He knows she can touch the stars, and he's willing to be the stepping stool she uses to reach for them.

Before Sowon could fire back a witty response, the hostess at the front had come with menus to bring them to their seat. "Reservation for Mr. Min Yoongi?" She inquired, to which Yoongi answered with a polite nod of his head. Sowon tried to think at what point did Yoongi make a reservation at this restaurant. Was she with him when he did it, and perhaps she just didn't notice, or had he planned on taking her all along?

When they arrived to their table, Yoongi was quick to pull out a chair for Sowon before taking his own. The more she thought about it, the more this felt like a date to her, but surely he would've mentioned that it was a date if that was his intention. Still, Sowon couldn't stop her hands from trembling.

"Are you cold?" Yoongi worried, his eyebrows furrowed. "You should have worn something warmer," he scolds while shrugging off his coat.

Sowon poked out her bottom lip in a pout. She told herself the same thing, but she wanted to look nice. Did her efforts not matter?

Yoongi walked over to her end of the table to drape his coat across her shoulders. Between the heat rushing to her cheeks and the coat on top of her, she felt an immediate difference in her body temperature. "Thanks," she muttered, wrapping herself tightly in the cloth. She tried not to think about how the coat smelled like Yoongi.

"I actually wanted to bring you here because there's someone special performing here tonight," Yoongi stated as he got back into his seat.

Sowon quirked a brow at that, her interest now piqued. "Oh? Who's playing?"

"I doubt you know her, she's still a growing musician, but she's very talented, and I feel like hearing other performers might help you. The classics are great to listen to, but they all play their own music, I want you to listen to someone who not only plays someone else's piece, but takes it and makes it their own.

"The judges have heard Beethoven and Mozart a hundred times. They're looking for someone who stands out from the sheet music and metronome. You play the sheet music perfectly, and that's the problem; you're too perfect."