Encounter | MYG & KTH

A Midnight Date

Kim Taehyung narrowed his eyes. He wasn't buying it. "You're going for a walk? Hyung, that's the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

Yoongi shrugged. "I like going for walks after I drink."

Taehyung folded his arms against his chest and took a step closer as if to intimidate the older boy. "You're up to something," he pronounced, tone filled with suspicion.

The door of the Uber swung open. Jimin peered his head out, annoyance coloring his expression. "Hurry up Taehyung! Before I drag you in!"

Taehyung grabbed the top of the car door, swinging it wider as he slowly walked backwards, keeping his eyes narrowed at Yoongi. He pointed two fingers at his own eyes, then pointed them back towards Yoongi's eyes. "I'm onto you Min Yoongi," Taehyung dramatically declared as he lowered himself on the car seat without breaking eye contact.

Yoongi chuckled, waving him off. "Yeah, yeah. Got it," he said as he grabbed the car's door handle. "Get home safe." Yoongi closed the door and waved as the Uber driver, who had been getting impatient, stepped on the pedal and drove away as soon as the door closed.

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. Yeah, it really was a lame excuse. He should have thought of something better but Jimin and Namjoon didn't seem to care. And Hobi, well, he was passed out. As for Taehyung, he would probably forget all about it in the morning. He was drunk after all.

Yoongi looked up at the moonlit sky, running a hand through his silky hair. Clouds had formed within the last hour, shrouding the glow of numerous stars that dotted the night sky. Even still, the scenery was beautiful. Yoongi couldn't remember the last time he was this relaxed. Stuffing his hands into his jogger's pockets, he headed back towards the beach.

The bar was closing down for the night. Yoongi walked up to the beach chair he remembered seeing her last. She wasn't there.

A worker approached the chair and folded it up before dragging it back towards the hut style building.

Yoongi scanned the beach for the woman in the red dress. A small frown formed on his lips. He played himself. She probably wasn't waiting for him.

"Looking for me?"

Min Yoongi turned around at the sound of a female voice behind him. He blinked in confusion.

The girl in the red dress stood in front of him. She stood a head shorter than him, arms folded over her chest, and head tilted slightly to the side. A coy smile played on her glossy pink lips. Her spaghetti strapped satin red dress, which cut off mid-thigh, hugged her curvy figure. The salty ocean breeze blew through her bluntly cut, short dark hair. Her tanned skin glowed in the backlight. She honestly didn't even look real.

Yoongi wondered if he heard her correctly; not what she said, but in what language she said it in. He furrowed his brows. "You're Korean?" he asked, slightly dumbfounded. She didn't look Korean.

The girl in the red dress laughed, shaking her head. "No, I'm not Korean. But I worked there for a few years," she replied in Korean.

"Huh, is that so? Your Korean is not too bad," Yoongi raised his eyebrows, slightly impressed.

The girl grinned. "I'd like to think I'm pretty good," she remarked confidently. Dropping her hands behind her back, she walked past him towards the boardwalk. She turned back to look at him momentarily and added, "C'mon, let's go get ice cream."

"Ice cream?" Yoongi questioned as he followed, falling in step next to her.

"Don't like ice cream?" she asked, not sparing him a look.

Yoongi looked at her for a moment before the corners of his lips turned up in a small smile. She was playing hard to get. "Nah, let's get some drinks instead," he offered instead.

The girl stopped walking and turned to him with a brow raised in confusion. "Are you trying to get more drunk, or are you trying to get me drunk?"

Yoongi held his hands up and shook his head. An exaggerated look of shock played on his face.  "Whoa, I don't play dirty like that."

The girl in the red dressed stepped closer to him, cocking her head to the side as she looked up at him. A smirk formed on her lips as she lifted a finger and lightly pressed it to the middle of Yoongi's chest. "Then what's your game, stranger?"

Yoongi looked down at her blankly. Reaching his hand up, he trailed the back of his hand up her exposed arm in a feathery touch. Then in a swift movement, he grabbed her waist, pulling her to him. "You ought to be more afraid of a stranger," he spoke in a low tone, his face inches away from hers.

The coy smirk fell off of the girl's face. She stared at him momentarily, the look in her eyes shifting to a darker one. She pulled away from him, silent for a few seconds before she broke into laughter. The girl in the red dress doubled over laughing, holding her stomach. "Oh man," she started, trying to catch her breath. "Your game sucks."

Yoongi shook his head confidently. "No, I think you're bluffing," he stated with a smile on his face as he walked past her. He could hear the girl's footsteps follow him.

"Bluffing?" She asked grabbing his sleeve to make him face her.  Confusion colored her tone.

Yoongi stopped and took her hand off his sleeve. He held onto her wrist as he replied, "I think you were scared for a second." The 26 year-old loosened his hold on her wrist and traveled his fingers down her hand. He turned away before entwining his fingers in hers, dragging her along behind him. "But you didn't want me to find out."

The girl in the red dress blushed. She looked down at their hands and hesitantly closed her fingers over his. She sped up to match his pace and looked up at the man next to her. "...I still want that ice cream," She spoke shyly, avoiding eye contact.

Yoongi chuckled, glancing at her sideways. She's cute, he thought. "Okay, let's get ice cream then," he replied contently.

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