Comet | Min Yoongi

ch. 10

Jin was staring at Yoongi with a disgusted confused face. Yoongi was oblivious to the world around him as he smiled into his phone typing away. They were in their bedroom, making separate plans for the evening after almost 8 days of non stop work. Two days off.

"Did you just giggle?" Jin asked slowly with some sass as he sat staring. He was supposed to packing, both of them were, but Jin was enjoying his free teenage love show he was viewing.

"What? No." Yoongi dropped the facade in a second, tossing his phone aside and Jin rose his eyebrows as he watched his friend.

"Whoa." He repeated slowly. "And now you deny it?" Jin gasped and clutched his heart dramatically. "I will make sure to tell Rachel about this." He scoffed mentioning his wife, and Yoongi smiled at the boy who's brain also turns into mush at the mention of a certain girls name.

"I'm not denying anything." Yoongi clarified.

"Okay, well then... bring her tonight to Rachel's party." Jin instructed standing and swinging his backpack over his shoulder. He had clothes at home and now had to make a mad flee of escape before Yoongi got mad. "Don't make me put a sign at the door that says Min Yoongi is only allowed in if he brings the girl that made him giggle."

"No one said it was a girl!" Yoongi said loudly to his back. Jin stopped and smiled, poking his head back into the room as he lingered at the doorway.

"Yoongi. I used to get those same looks. And look at me now!" He complained with a sarcastic smile as he left again, hitting the door frame signaling his departure. Yoongi looked down at his phone laying beside him face down.

"Crap." He told himself. "It's started."

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JiSun sat at her kitchen table, her head wrapped in her arms as she lay on the table.

"Don't you dare." She whispered to the tv, entranced by every line. She was wrapped in a blanket with no shame on a Saturday afternoon. "Oh my gosh." Followed the story line.

Two huge gasps later, the episode ended and she groaned because now she had to go to the grocery store. She also told herself that 3 episodes ago, but she had told herself, promised that shed go at the end of this one.

Yet here she was.

She closed the laptop and stood slowly, her brain still catching up with the new events. She was about to leave the apartment, keys in hand, and someone she least expected texted her.

She had taken a few steps out of her house after locking the door behind her, and skillfully flipped her phone around in her hand.

What are you doing tonight?

His text stared her down like forbidden words not dared muttered allowed. She stopped and stared, wondering what this was all about.

She paused in her front yard, not worried about the wind or the heat beating down on her. She wondered what she actually WAS doing tonight. Was she really going to tell him she was heading out to buy food to binge finish the series tonight? No. She needed something mysterious and exciting to tell him.

Going to Seoul. And you?

She simply nodded feeling her answer was good enough. There was a strange feeling circulating through her when it involved Yoongi now.

Come to my house 8. Wear something normal.

Her walk got jolted again. She paused looking at her phone in the brightness. She glanced around to make sure she wasn't dreaming. What? She actually snorted at his comment about her clothes and threw her phone in her purse. Then she started running. She needed Rika.

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JiSun rang the doorbell for the 3rd time, and set her bag down on the ground. She was growing impatient, excited and literally bouncing her knees as she waited not so patiently.

Eventually, a disgruntled Yoongi swung his door open rudely.

"You're early." He complained flatly, walking away from the door the moment he opened the latch.

JiSun had to stick her hand in and enter the apartment, tripping over her own feet as she watched a shirtless towel wrapped Yoongi sauntered back towards the hallway in his house shoes.

"You're here so early the sun is still out." He laughed before entering his bedroom never turning back to look at her. "Let me finish my bath." He yelled, kicking his bathroom door shut behind him, causing JiSun to jump at the sound from near the kitchen a minute later.

"Just let me finish my bath." She mimicked quietly and rolled her eyes. She sauntered herself over towards his bedroom in hopes relieve some boredom. She walked by and confirmed the bathroom door was closed - then started exploring.

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Yoongi reentered his living area to find JiSun seated at his kitchen island on her phone. She was watching something intently so Yoongi took a few more quiet steps to stand behind her.

"What are you doing?" He whispered, his effort to scare her, a winning effort. She jumped up, hitting Yoongi's shoulder with her own and she reached out for him, jumping off the bar stool.

"Oh my gosh are you okay?" She asked with a worried look on her face.

"Yeah. Ow." He nursed his wound with a frown. "Why are you here so early and what were you doing hunched over your phone like that?" He questioned with an angry tone - event though both knew he wasn't angry. Annoyed yes. Angry, no.

"I need to know who I am meeting to correspond my clothing with the atmosphere." She said with a smile. "Are you starting to see why JiMoon didn't want me to come?"

"You're not even meeting Jungkook." Yoongi said flatly - and he wished he could have had film to watch her smile fade. "Rachel isn't in the industry. It's her birthday." He said truthfully. He just left out the part where Jin was her husband and thus for everyone would be there. He wanted to see how she would do with big, sudden fast information on the spot. Information you have to keep a secret.

They had heard Jin complain about it for 3 weeks. He was going.

"Well that doesn't matter." She said with a nod. "How do you know her. I still have to know who i'm meeting here. I have no JiMoon or Rika backup. I'm nervous."

Yoongi smiled. It was the only thing he knew to do, and she smiled shy and looked away but Yoongi never dropped his.

"You will be fine." He had a look on his face and JiSun's frown was back, along with an accusatory finger. "I've double and triple checked that Park Hyung Sik will not be there." He grinned then stuck his tongue out at her quickly.

She smirked at him as she held her position on the bar stool, himself still standing beside her.

"Why, will we meet and fall in love?" She whispered out, her eyes never leaving his.

"I have taken extra steps to make sure that never never ever happens." He whispered back, then turned to walk away towards the back of the apartment, after ruffling her hair with a grin. "I plan to wear black, can you match with that?" He asked as he walked away and she rolled her eyes.

"It's a birthday party, I'm wearing a pink dress. Why would I want to match with you?"