742 - Yoongi x reader

Part 25

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[12:42] 🔥Yoongi: Send the girl a gift all the way from Japan and I don't even get a thank you?

[12:42] 🔥Yoongi: Do I need to give you a lesson on manners, Yoongi's girl? ;)

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Sh*t.

Getting a message from your long distant crush was the last thing you wanted to happen right now.

The sudden reminder of him sent you instantly crashing down from cloud 9 after shamelessly returning from your spontaneous lunch date with Taemin.

And the fact that you enjoyed your date only made you feel a trillion times more guilty than you did before.

God f*cking dammit....

Why do I always have to go and complicate things for myself.

When you came back to the cafe you were already more than 10 minutes late and you could tell Ji-eun was struggling with the sudden rush of lunch-break customers all by herself, leaving you with no time to properly get a handle on any of this right now.

Trying your best to suppress the overflowing feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach, your lack of will power wasted no time in madly typing out the first and only thing you could muster in this moment.

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[12:43] Yoongi's Girl💜: 
I'm sorry

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As soon as you hit send, you shoved your phone back into your pocket, running back into the kitchen to save your best friend from the waves of customers that were coming through the door.

I can't deal with this right now.

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For the rest of your shift you worked in relative silence, your conflicted feelings completely consuming everything so much so that even talking seemed like an effort.

Your anti-social aura must have been so visible that even Ji-eun didn't dare ask how your date had gone when the rush finally came to a stop.

The grueling shift finished without even a whisper of question from her, though she did pull you in for an extra long hug on your way out the door, knowing exactly what you needed in the moment.

You don't really remember the walk home from work, but you were slightly shocked when you finally realized you were standing right out the front of your apartment.

Unlocking the door and walking inside, you could feel all of your pent-up frustration slowly grow numb as you kicked your shoes off and slumped into the nearest chair in sight.

What. was. today.

How could you be so...

So selfish.

Of course, your last in-person interaction with Mr.742 wasn't ideal.

Frankly speaking, it still terrifies you.

His unexplained, cold and deadly stare from last Thursday was still freshly burnt into your mind.

Mr. 742's growing backlog of questions without answers was beyond ridiculous now, like why things were left on such a hostile note last week, why he's currently in Japan of all places, and his entire mysterious game that he's playing to name a few...