Y/N's POV
I glanced at my phone and sighed. I must be crazy but I wanted to call him.
I wanted to know about his identity and I wanted to get to know him better but most importantly, I just wanted to see him again.
I don't know what made me feel that way. This strange urge to meet a person who still aroused my suspicion and curiosity at the very thought of him was totally unexpected for me.
I felt stupid, but I couldn't get his smirk out of my head.
Even while he was admitting to having done a background check on me, which normally would have scared me off, he was so utterly gorgeous that instead of being intimidated by his big words, all I could think about was the fact that his charcoal black eyes had appeared hazel when the sun had hit them, making them glimmer.
His feline gaze was still continuing to haunt me and I, despite my airy claims to never see him again, couldn't imagine never looking at those beautiful, onyx orbs again.
Biting my lip, I finally hit the green button on my phone and waited for the mysterious stranger to pick up.
There were many aspects of his personality that I wasn't aware of.
There was nothing that I knew about him except his name.
His beautiful name. Yoongi.
"You haven't slept yet?" His voice was smooth as he answered after a couple rings. I panicked as I pressed the phone to my ear.
"N-no." I muttered awkwardly, my palms sweating.
This felt strange. Talking to someone I barely knew and him asking me such a casual question as if he'd known me forever, made my heart thud loudly in my chest.
A low chuckle sounded from the other side and I straightened, holding my breath.
"Are you nervous?" Yoongi asked, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.
I gasped silently and shook my head no.
"No. No, I-I'm not." I swallowed.
An awkward silence bloomed between us when I finally cleared my throat.
"I wanted to-" I began but he cut me off.
"Meet me outside in five." He told me and didn't wait for me to reply.
I couldn't even ask him how he knew where I lived and nor could I disconnect the call because by the time, I pulled the phone off my ear, the call had already been disconnected.
It showed that the call had barely lasted fifty seconds. I laughed mirthfully. It was the perfect time for his phone to not get traced.
Sighing, I pushed myself off the bed and slipped a shawl over my satin nightgown.
If he was as punctual as he'd sounded, I would barely make it down to the street by the time my five minutes ended.
Silently, making sure I didn't wake up my mother, I made my way out onto the street.
And sure enough, there he was, standing under the streetlight. I wasn't even surprised to find him leaning against the wall casually but as I walked closer, realisation dawned on me.
It was like something clicking into place.
Déjà vu.
It was dark again—so dark that I could barely even make out the features of his face and suddenly he wasn't Yoongi. Instead, he was the man I'd barely seen walking past me on that night on the terrace.
No wonder his voice sounded so familiar.
I had already met him. Not once, but twice.
Both the times where he'd acted oh so brashly, the first time actually putting my life in danger and the second, threatening and scaring me until I thought I'd pass out of fear and anxiety.
I chuckled to myself as I glanced at the mask-covered face of the man in front of him. He was wearing the same cap from the day he'd saved me and I gawked at his familiar figure dressed in all black.
"You?" I raised an eyebrow, clutching the shawl tighter. "Y-you were Yoongi?"
The man took off his mask, a small smile on his lips.
"I see you haven't fallen from any buildings in the meantime." He grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, ignoring my sound of surprise.
"You can't hold my hand!" I protested half-heartedly, trying to wriggle my wrist out of his grip.
But the truth was I was already lost in the playful glimmer of his eyes.
"Aren't you curious?" He mouthed, finally. "About who I am and why I'm here?"
I shook my head.
"I already know that you're the one who saved me that night." I paused, trying to gather all my wits. "I also know that you're Yoongi. Shouldn't we leave the rest for some other day? I think this much is enough for today." I looked him in the eye, the urge to take off his cap growing.
His hair had looked so perfectly smooth in the afternoon. I wondered if it felt just as soft as it had looked.
"Aren't you going to let go?" I muttered softly but Yoongi shrugged.
"I don't want to." He said simply and despite everything I found myself nodding.
Yoongi's POV
I could feel her shivering slightly in the cool breeze as her flip-flop clad feet squeezed together.
The skin of her wrist was as soft as I'd imagined but like all men in love, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander to her body.
The nightgown did nothing to conceal her feminine figure and the shawl, although provided her warmth, didn't hide the soft fullness of her chest.
Unable to hold back, I tugged her wrist to pull her closer. It was cold and I just wanted to feel the warmth of her body against mine.
"Do you mind?" I rested my head on her shoulder as she hesitantly caressed my back.
I wasn't sure if I could touch her intimately yet. As strong as the desire I felt for her was, I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.
"Not really." She quipped silently. "As long as this isn't our last meeting."
I chuckled, hugging her shoulders. "It definitely isn't." I straightened to look her in the eyes. "I'm not a very romantically expressive person..." I paused but Y/N cut in, smiling knowingly.
"Occupational hazard?" She suggested with a tinge of amusement and I nodded sheepishly.
"You could call it that, I guess." I shrugged, my gaze fixed on the small area of skin exposed near her collarbone. I cleared my throat awkwardly, closing my eyes and groaned because I knew I shouldn't have said the next thing I said.
It was different when she didn't really know me. I could go around saying whatever rubbish I wanted and I could have gotten away with it, had she never called me back.
But she did.
And now I had to take responsibility.
Yet, I couldn't help but voice my need to see her.
"Can't you take the shawl off?" I muttered. "It doesn't make sense that you came to see your boyfriend wearing this."
Y/N tilted her head, smiling a little as she reached out to unwrap the fabric but paused.
"So we are going out now?"
I glanced at her playful expressions and grinned.
"If you want to." I smirked.
