First Love

5

Unfortunately, I didn't find a ride to my apartment so I had to walk, which took a good long one hour.

During the whole walk, I was thinking about my day.

How wrong everything had gone, except for the kissing part.

I was never the girl with attitude but the stupid bossy manager had forced me into being one. He was so noisy, always ordering us around. I hated him, and I hated Yoongi more.

I don't know why won't he just apologise to me and get over it. Though I liked when he kissed me, what's wrong is wrong. He shouldn't have kissed me without asking.

I was angry at him.

But every time I thought of him, his sweet face came into my mind, his messy black hair, black mysterious eyes, perfect nose and lush lips which calmed me down making me smile like a girl crushing on a boy.

What was happening to me?

This had never happened to me before. I had never felt this way about someone before, and Yoongi was driving me crazy.

I was crushing on him.

He stole my first kiss and I was determined to teach him a lesson.

With these thoughts in my mind, I entered my apartment.

I switched on the lights of the living room, removed my shoes and went to my room. When I turned on the lights and faced my bed, I froze.

My face turned into a mixture of anger and confusion. Comfortably laid on my bed was the person I was thinking about.

He was sipping the mocktail from my ex-work place and eyeing me with his black eyes.

"What the f*** are you doing here, Yoongi?!" I asked him as I stepped towards my bed.

"Sitting." He flatly answered.

"Why are you here? We both know you are not here to sit. So tell me why are you here?" I said in a superior voice.

"Damn, we've only met for a few minutes and you already know me well, Y/N." He smirked.

"How do you know my name?" I clearly remembered not mentioning my name to him or the others.

"Let's talk, shall we." He patted my bed motioning for me to sit.

I slowly sat on the bed, cross-legged, as I knew he wasn't gonna give up easily without talking to me.

"Hey! Shoes off the bed, mister," I ordered as I saw him wearing his shoes on my bed.

"So bossy," He muttered under his breath and removed his shoes before sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" I asked with a yawn, I was getting sleepy after a long day.

He observed me. "I must say, you are brave. Standing up in front of your boss against me, I liked your fierceness."

"Are you here to praise me?" I asked, unbelievably. "Or...........to apologise, perhaps." My face lit up.

"Nah." He laughed. "I'm not here to apologise. I'm impressed by your boldness, and I think I owe you an explanation. Ask me, I'll answer."

I thought for a moment and asked the thing which came into my mind. "Why did you say, 'sorry, thank you and your welcome.' "

"Sorry for pulling you with me, thank you for saving my life and your welcome for I saved you life." He simply answered.

"What?" I asked, totally confused.

"I was getting chased by some people when I saw you walking on the street. I pulled you with me cause if I hadn't the boys would have killed you. Then we both ran in an alley. I had realised they were getting closer and if they would have seen me they would have killed me, so I protected my life by kissing you, it hid my face and also protected yours, cause if they would have seen you with me they would have killed you too." He explained. "I saved your life."

I ignored his last statement. "Who were the boys chasing you."

"Gangsters." He played with his cup of mocktail.

"Gangsters?" I gulped nervously.

He nodded.

"Why were they chasing you?" I dared to ask.

"Because I killed their leader." He simply answered as killing someone wasn't a big deal.

"Why?" I asked horrified.

"Because I wanted to." He replied in annoyance.

"Why you wanted to?" I continued.

"Because I'm a gangster, it's what I do, kill people." He crushed the cup playfully.