Encounter | MYG & KTH

"Where the hell are you??"

Yoongi ruffled a towel through is hair as he stood in front of the full length mirror inside Leila's bedroom. He stood with a fluffy rope wrapped loosely about his body. Through the mirror he could see Leila throw their wet clothes in the washing machine in the hallway and push its circular door closed with her hips. Bending down she picked up the laundry detergent.

Yoongi threw his towel onto the bed beside him and made his way to the girl. Watching her do even the most mundane of things entranced him. He stepped close behind her, snaking his arms around her waist he hugged her from the back. Burying his face in her neck he took in her scent. They both smelled the same, the citrus aroma of the body wash he'd lathered on her moments before. He could still feel the curves of her body on his fingertips.

"I didn't take you for the clingy type," he heard her say.

Yoongi rested his chin on her shoulder as she poured the detergent. "What do you take me for then?" he mumbled sleepishly.

"I dunno, I barely know you in fact." Leila replied starting the machine. She turned around in his arms to face him.

Yoongi stared at her for a moment. She was right, he barely knew her as well. But he didn't care. It didn't matter. All he knew at this moment was that he wanted her. He couldn't say he was in love with her but there was just an unexplainable attraction that pulled him to her. 

Yoongi lifted her off her feet and sat her down atop the machine, wedging himself between her legs he pushed her wet hair away from her face. He didn't want her to find out who he really is and treat him differently. "Somehow, I like it better that way." He said leaning in for a kiss. "It's simpler."

Leila pressed her hand to his lips, stopping him. She chewed on her lip to stop from frowning, but she couldn't stop the look of disappointment in her eyes. What did she even expect? She hadn't thought that far ahead yet. But why did it surprise her that this man probably wanted nothing to do with her in the morning. That's right. It finally dawned on her; this is a one night stand.

She felt a pang in her chest which she tried her best to cover up with a forced smile. Leila placed a hand on the bare portion of his chest peeking through his robe, and pushed him away. Jumping down from atop the washing machine, Leila said, "Aren't you tired?"

Yoongi frowned. Was she pushing him away? "Are you?" he asked, trying to read her.

Leila gave him a small smirk before lifting herself up on her toes to lean close to his ears. "You tired me out in the shower..." she whispered pulling away and walking away from him.

Her hushed tone and the hotness of her breath against his ears left him shivering. He watched her crawl underneath the sheets of the bed. Yoongi couldn't help the smug smile which appeared on his lips. He had to admit, it was a pretty long and eventful shower. He was surprised he hadn't crashed by now. No, this whole night was out of character for him. But for one reason or another, these past three hours with an unknown girl made him feel the freest he's felt in a while. Under the blanket of the night and her presence, he didn't think to look over his shoulders or duck his face out of eyesight. He opened himself up, let his guard down. Hopefully this wouldn't come back around to bite him in the ass.

Yoongi turned off the lights and followed her to bed. She lifted the covers for him with a faint smile. She wasn't smiling with her eyes anymore. Maybe she really was tired. Yoongi slid into the bed, turning on his side to face her. Leila snuggled in close, resting her head against his chest. Yoongi slid an arm under her head while wrapping his other around her. He kissed the top of her head, closing his eyes.

Before the warmth of the sheets, the rhythm of her breaths, and the rise and fall of her chest against him lulled him to sleep, he heard her whisper something. But he only picked up one word: "...goodbye"

"Hmm?" he questioned without opening his eyes.

"Night." was all she said in response.

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Yoongi woke to the sound of his phone going off beside him. He rubbed his eyes, slowly opening them only to squeeze them shut quickly. Bright rays of the sun glared through the class window across the room, shining on his lids like lasers. Moving his head away from the light, he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar yet familiar room.

He glanced beside him for the girl he spent his night with. He was only met with disordered pillows. She wasn't there. Yoongi's brows furrowed in confusion as he scanned the room. He found his clothes from last night, fully washed and dried, neatly folded at the base of the bed. Other than the low hum of, maybe, the air conditioner, the entire hotel suite was quiet. Did she step out?

Yoongi sat up, running a hand through his bed hair. His phone went off again beside him. Yoongi picked up without bothering to read the caller ID. He was still groggy from sleep.

"HYUNG! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Yoongi winced pulling his phone away from his ear. Was that Jimin?

"I stayed out." he replied groggily, getting up and walking to the living room to check for Leila. She wasn't in there. The bathroom lights were off, so she wasn't in there either.

Yoongi heard Jimin laugh sarcastically. "You don't say? Do you know how many times everyone called you? Do you know what time it is? We head out to the airport in FOUR HOURS!"

Yoongi froze. A jolt of realization shook any ounce of grogginess away. He pulled his phone away from his face and looked at the time. 11:00 AM.

"SHIT," Yoongi cursed dashing back to the bedroom.

"The production team and the guys were worried sick! You even missed the closing interviews, you're not even packed! Hyung are you okay? Where are you?" Yoongi heard Jimin rant as he picked untied his robe, shaking it off his shoulders.

"I'm fine, I'm coming! I'll be there soon," He said hastily, hanging up Yoongi threw his phone onto the bed and rushed into his clothes.

Sliding his button down shirt over his t-shirt Yoongi ran out to the living room for his shoes. The rapper stopped in his tracks when he spotted notepad on the living room table. Yoongi quickly scribbled down his number and wrote "CALL ME" in caps, circling the words multiple times.

He tore off the post-it note trying to think of a good place to put it so Leila would be able to find it. Right then his phone buzzed in his pocket. Yoongi cursed again, reading the caller ID. It was his manager. He'd have to do a lot of explaining now.

Yoongi picked up the call as made his way to the front door. He put on his shoes, opening the door, he rushed out into the hallway. At that moment, Yoongi thought he saw a camera flash out of the corner of his eye.

The rapper instinctively lowered his head, covering his face with his hand. But he didn't hear the rapid shutter of cameras he was used to hearing. Yoongi looked up, scanning the hallway. He didn't see anybody. Maybe it the sunlight? His imagination?

He heard a faint yet concerned, "Hello??" from his phone. He almost forgot about his phone call. Yoongi raised his phone to his ears. "Yeah, I'm here." He replied as he swiftly made his way out of the hotel, keeping his head low.