First Love

11

I quickly covered his mouth with my hand. He looked at me, startled.

"Don't ever say that again," I whispered.

"It is the truth." He stared into my eyes.

"I'm not ready to believe that."

"You'll have to."

"No."

"Don't worry, once you get to know me. You'll see the monster inside me and start hating me. I'm not the boyfriend material."

"You are the boyfriend material. I think that you'll be the best boyfriend ever."

He chuckled. "I'm a playboy. I play with hearts and break them. I don't give a shit about anyone's feelings. I have no interest in developing romantic feelings for girls. I only prefer one-night stand."

"We'll see how your feeling turn out when you'll get to know me," I smirked.

"Aish! Go away." He said in frustration.

"Ain't gonna happen." I smiled brightly.

"Please, Y/N, you can't stay here." He said desperately.

Looking at his desperate face, I thought I should leave him alone, he would be happy. Then the scene of him kissing me flashed in my mind.

"What is this suppose to mean? Why can't I stay here?" I asked suspiciously.

"Because I-" He stopped himself. He thought of an excuse before answering. "Because I can't deal with girls, especially the ones who are bossy and reckless."

"You don't have to deal with girls, you just have to deal with a girl," I told.

He scoffed. "You aren't leaving, are you?"

"Nope." I simply replied.

"We'll see. I'm gonna make you leave this house in a few weeks." He said confidently.

"Challenge?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Good luck, cause you're gonna need it."

"Good luck to you too."

"Where can I sleep?" I yawned, bored of this conversation.

"Wherever you want to." He replied as he walked to his closet.

I went downstairs and came up with my luggage. I decided to stay in the room beside his.

After changing my clothes I entered his room.

"Good night." I cheerfully wished.

Yoongi was laid on his bed with his night suit on.

"Don't act as if we didn't argue." He snapped.

"We didn't," I told.

"We didn't?" He asked.

"No, we were just compromising. Good night, Yoongi."

"You are not gonna go until I wish you back, huh."

"Yes."

"Night."

"Oh, and I have something for you."

"What?"

"A nickname."

"What is it?" He groaned, eager to make me leave his room.

"Suga isn't it sweet just like you." 

I walked back to my room but not before I saw him smiling slightly at the nickname I had given him.

I slept with a smile on my face. I was finally in his house and the next stop was his heart.