thirty-eight

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38: Texts

Jisoo pov
Yoongi sighed and leaned a bit forward to rest his head on his forearms, which were on the driving wheel.

"I cannot believe that we almost got banned from Aurora last week", he mumbled.

We watched cars drive by and people walk past us. It was early in the morning when Yoongi had texted me that he was at our apartment complex.

Patiently he had been waiting in his car and after driving around for a few minutes, he stopped the car in front of our building.

"He can't just walk around and start to fight people because they looked at Chaeyoung. He needs to control his jealousy."

"But jealousy is normal in relationships", I said and leaned my head against the cold window. Winter had now hit Korea completely and I watched the first snowflakes land on the front of the car.

"It's not. He's acting like she's his possession", Yoongi spat out the last word as if it was something poisonous.

More and more snowflakes fell from the dark sky and we watched them dancing around in the air before they landed on the ground, eventually melting.

"So are you saying that you don't get jealous", I concluded, pursing my lips.

"Yeah, I don't."

I wanted to say something but my phone buzzed.

jinyoung: hey.
jinyoung: it's been some time
jinyoung: okay wow this is weird

"Who are you texting?", Yoongi asked but I didn't respond as I was typing a reply.

soo: what's up?

jinyoung: okay so whatever
jinyoung: i just wanted to ask if you'd wanna come and hang out on saturday?
jinyoung: doyoung's also coming and we could bring back some jinjido feelings idk

"Jinyoung just asked me to hang out."

I had to put down my phone to realize what just happened. 
A small smile grew on my lips as I typed a reply.

Just when I was about to send it, I turned my head to Yoongi.

He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were focused straight ahead.

"Are you okay with me meeting him?", I asked.

Even though it was my decision, in the end, I didn't want to do something Yoongi would not approve of.

"Yeah", there was something in his voice that made me not believe him.

"Really?"

"Hmm, why shouldn't it?" He was still not looking at me and somehow it annoyed me.

I wanted him to show me that he cared somehow. He didn't need to freak out like Jimin did but he could at least tell me that he didn't enjoy the thought of me hanging out with another male idol.

"I don't know. You're my boyfriend and maybe you're not okay with me meeting other men."

"I already told you that I don't get jealous. I'm not Jimin", he replied, his voice as calm as ever.

"So I can just text Jinyoung that I'd love to see him again?", I asked with raised brows, "And you're totally okay with that?"

"Yes. You can do whatever you want."

He leaned back in his seat but he still didn't want to look at me. For a moment our breathing was the only thing that could be heard in his car.

The feeling of disappointment spread in my chest as I started to nibble on my lower lip.

He didn't need to exaggerate and push or fight someone.
All I wanted to see was that he didn't want another person to get in between the two of us and interfere with our relationship.

"Okay. But if you don't want me to meet him you can just tell me. I'll just decline then."

He nodded but didn't reply to that.
I deleted my message and typed in a new one.

Before I could even press on send, Yoongi had already snatched the phone out of my hand and put it into the pocket of his jacket.

"I don't want you to meet him."

I blinked several times to comprehend what just happened before a small smile crept upon my lips. Scrunching my nose I turned my head into his direction.

He was still looking straight ahead but I still noticed his flushed cheeks.

"So about not being-", I started but he interrupted me.

"I already told you Soo, I'm not jealous."

He finally managed to look at me, a smile on his face. His warm hand took mine, intertwining our fingers.

Slowly he lifted them and pressed his lips on each of my knuckles.

"But if you really want to meet up with Jinyoung, I might have to tag along", he added, resting our hands back in my lap.

Silence filled the car. It wasn't that weird, uncomfortable silence, it was rather a silence of understanding and appreciation.

Yoongi did care. And even if he didn't want to show it, he was feeling jealous.

This little gestured showed me so much more of him than words probably could. Yoongi could pretend to be that not caring monster as much as he wanted, but deep inside both of us knew that he was the biggest softie to ever exist.

"I'll tell him that I'm busy this Saturday, okay?", I asked and he nodded in satisfaction.

My phone started ringing from the pocket of his jacket so he handed it to me. Without looking at the caller ID I picked up.

"Unnie, where are you?", Chaeyoung's sleepy voice was heard through the speaker.

I looked down at my watch. We've been sitting here for almost more than two hours, doing nothing but talk.

Now it was slowly getting later and not only the girls would soon wake up one by one, but the whole city would too.

Seoul, which had been in a deep slumber at night, would now go back into the busy state it always was at daylight.

"Oh, I just went grocery shopping", I lied, "Don't worry, I'll be back in a few."

With that, she hung up.

"Guess I gotta go now", I said and turned to Yoongi with a half-smile.

"Can't you just stay some more?"

I shook my head. The girls would get suspicious if I stayed outside any longer. Especially since it was so early in the morning.

"I'll see you around, okay?", I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Yoongi sighed and nodded. "Yeah, sure."

My hand was resting on the door handle but before I opened it, I leaned over the gear shift and placed a peck on his cheek.

As I hurried back into the building I opened one chatroom, typed in a text, and then opened another one.

soo: drive carefully and text me when ur at home

While I had sent the first text message immediately, I contemplated whether or not I should send the second one.

soo: it would be nice to see u two again.
soo: but i don't think i can make time on saturday, i'm sorry.
soo: but i'm free on monday (:

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