Fake Love {A Min Yoongi Fanfic}

Chapter 41: Second Kiss

"Why're you so quiet?" He asks, followed by a short laugh afterwards.
     "Why do you have random mood swings?" I reply, crossing my arms and holding a smug expression in return.
     "I don't," he shakes his head, his smile slightly fading but holding up enough to encourage me to keep going.
     "Right, we just gonna pretend like the concert never happened then," I roll my eyes, no longer looking at him as the memory of the concert comes back to mind.
     He doesn't say anything for a bit. Good thing for him that my house was right around the corner, meaning he didn't have to anyways. He pulls in next to the curb and parks there while i unfasten my seatbelt, not looking at him as I do so.
     "Thanks for the ride," I finally say before getting out and shutting the door behind me. I begin to feel relief at the sight of my house and my loose pajamas waiting for me in my room.
     "Dea, wait!" A voice says behind me, allowing myself to naturally turn around towards the noise. I see Tae out of his car, running towards me at a speed that took me by surprise.
     My eyebrows furrow at the sight of him stopping inches away from me, his breath slightly heavy from the short run but still a pant. Then, without warning, he cups both sides of my jaw and pulls my lips onto his.
     My eyes widened for a split second before closing them in ecstasy. Just when I was about to pull him closer, he breaks away, pressing his lips together and shutting his eyes in shame.
     "Shit, I'm so sorry. That...that was not meant to happen," he breathes, slowly slipping his hands away from my face that all of a sudden grew cold at the loss of his touch. My mouth opens to reply, only for nothing to come out...as usual. "I-I probably should go," he adds, shoving his hands in his pockets and turning back to his car.
     I watch his quickly stride back to the front seat of his car where he pulls away in a hurry. My eyes follow the car until it was out of sight behind the top of the hill. My fingers rise up to touch my lips, wanting to feel if the tingling was felt on the outside.
     'He...he just kissed me,' I think, licking my lips only to taste him. "He kissed me," I say aloud, a smile breaking through my face at the realization. "He kissed me!" I yell, turning around and racing inside where I match up to my room with hearts in my eyes.
     "Oh my god...he kissed me," I whisper to myself, thanking the gods for having my parents work night shift so I could come home from parties feeling lovesick on my own.
     Turning my head to the side of my pillow, I feel a small pinch on my neck. Raising my head, I remember the studs in my ears that belonged to Yoongi and then my outfit.
     "I got kissed by two very attractive guys today. Who would've thought Tae would be my second kiss?" I say aloud, taking out the earrings and placing them on the nightstand. I suddenly remember the robber though, allowing myself to quickly hide them in my nightstand drawer.
     'I'll return them tomorrow.'
The thought of the mall brought me back to that girl working at the Gucci store. 'Who was she? How did they know each other and why did she call him that name? What was it...Suga or something like that?'
I turn in frustration. "Why do I care? It's not like we're actually dating or anything," I tell myself. "Just focus on Tae...I mean...he kissed me," I squeal, shooting up and hugging my arms at the memory I wish would last a lifetime. 'Oh, I can't wait to see what he might do tomorrow at the bonfire.'

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     "Do you have the plan figured out?" Jiwoo asks just as my eyes look up to find Tae at his locker with Jungkook.
     "I think so, but I need your help," I reply, glancing away as he turns my way. My cheeks flush bright pink just as Jiwoo finishes grabbing her things for the first two periods. "Right, um...I need you to..."
     "You are very distracted this morning," she cuts me off, giving me a look of confusion and worry while I continue to try to not stutter. "What is the matter with you? Also, why did you leave all of a sudden? Both you and Tae just disap...oh my god..." she stops, finally piecing all the pieces together. Her eyes get wide before glancing around, spotting Yoongi on one end and Tae on the other. Once she confirmed we were out of earshot, she leans in, her eyes still wide, and gestures me to join in.
     "What?" I whisper, bending down a bit to reach her, barely, shorter height.
     "Did you two hook up?" She asks ever-so quietly. My eyebrows furrow at her question, a bit disgusted at her thoughts. I back away  and loudly reply, "what?! Of course not!" 
     I quickly cover my mouth though at the sight of many nearby students, including our seniors, turning their heads towards me. "It was just a question," she shrugs, as if it was such a common question among us innocent freshmen.
     "Still!" I reply between gritted teeth. "I can't have people thinking that about me when it honestly didn't happen."
     "Have people thinking what?" A voice asks behind me, allowing myself to whip around to fine Yoongi leaning against the lockers closest to me with a raised brow and a sly smile. "And what didn't happen?" He goes on, my face growing red as I see Jiwoo slowly back away to avoid any conflict.
     "Jiwoo, don't you dare..." I begin, turning back around to find her walking side by side with Jimin towards class. I let out a groan in frustration before spinning back to Yoongi. "Nothing. Nothing happened...as always...and I'm not afraid of...what people think," I say, chopping my sentence more than I had attended
     His smile slightly lengthens, clearly thinking of our kiss instead of the other one that no one knew about. He pushes off from the lockers and returns to his normal height. He wore a white long sleeve with a cut up, red, plaid shirt over it along with some ripped blue jeans and many shiny pieces of jewelry. He even had the audacity to wear a white bandana as well. 'At least his eyes never change.'
      "Have a good day then," he smirks, raising a hand and placing it over my head where he messed up my hair before strolling away. I pull a pout, immediately smoothing out my frizzed hair afterwards.
     'I wonder if I should even tell him?'