Min Yoongi - Idol's love

Chapter XI

Chapter 11: The touch

''I don't care...''

What?

He doesn't care. But I do. What if someone sees us like this?

''I can stand myself now, thanks,'' I gently pushed his hands off me. He sighed.

''You need to eat something. You can't tell me to eat at least a chocolate bar when you're not taking good care of yourself first. I cannot risk losing a stylist in the concert!''

Yoongi was almost yelling, and I flinched when he raised his voice at the end out of frustration.

''Okay, okay, I'm sorry for not eating anything,'' I was frustrated and lowkey scared because of his sudden outburst. He rarely has those.

''Look,'' he took a step closer to me. ''I'm sorry.''

I nodded as understanding and took a banana to eat. ''I have to go back to pack things so we can leave for the hotel.''

I quickly left before he could protest my plans or say anything else. I bet he knows I got a little taken back because of his yelling because the look on his face was guilty-looking.

I packed everything and was in the car driving to the hotel. I was deep in thought about what happened between us. Yoongi was so close to me that he must have heard how much my heart was beating.

No, this was so wrong. We couldn't, and we can't.

''Are you feeling better?'' Rosé asked, and I feel like I have heard her ask that many times in this van, but I have been so deep in thought that I haven't heard her.

''Yeah, I am. Let's order something good once we get ourselves washed up and in bed,'' I smiled, and we made a pinky promise while laughing.

''That's a good idea, what should we order? Pizza? Hamburger? Oh, I know, wine!'' Rosé was excited about ordering everything, and I laughed at her cuteness while focusing my gaze back on the window.

A girls' night will take my thoughts off. Not only Yoongi but also the upcoming stress days along with the tour. But this is my life, and I love it.

We got ourselves washed up and ordered tons of food that I doubt we can finish ourselves. We have actual food and then chocolate chip cookies as a dessert. We are going to be bloating tomorrow so much.

We are not the ones going up on stage, so it's forgivable.

''Okay, what movie should we watch?'' Rosé asked, holding the remote.

''You decide. You always find the best ones,'' I said. I looked at my phone for the last time before I turned it off.

I noticed a text message and opened it. It was from Yoongi, and he asked to meet him in his room. I bet it was about what happened after the concert, and I was not in the mood to hear his scolds.

So I just left him on reading and put the phone down to focus on the movie Rosé had just put on rolling. It was one of those romantic movies that she always picks. I don't mind, but I love watching action or horror.

But after a few minutes of the movie, I whined. ''The notebook? Again? Girl, you have seen this movie like a hundred times!''

''I know, but it is so good, and it is our tradition to watch it on tour!'' she pouted at me.

''Yeah, but we do end up watching it three more times during this tour,'' I laughed, and there was a knock on the door.

I looked at Rosé, and she shrugged her shoulders. I got up and made my robe tighter. I opened the door.

Yoongi's face popped up. ''Hi, you didn't reply to my text, so I came here.''

''Yoongi, she ain't your evening stylist now! We have a movie here!'' Rosé yelled after she had noticed who it was as well.

I went outside of the room to the hallway and closed the door. ''If I have to come to hear your scolds about earlier, I won't. That's why I didn't reply.''

Yoongi didn't say anything. Instead, he grabbed my hand and started walking towards the elevator. ''Yoongi what-''

He pushed me in and pressed every floor's buttons so it wouldn't stop in a few minutes but kept going up and down.

''It wasn't about that,'' he said. ''I hope I didn't scare you because of that.''

The scolding or what? Is he talking about that holding and not caring if he holds me so close?

''Y/n, I care about you. More than you think. And I know you care about me as well. The guys sometimes joke about us. How we look at each other,'' he started, and my heart skipped a beat.

''Don't do this,'' I begged, because yes, I do care about him more than as a friend, I have for a long time. It didn't happen in one night or even a year or two. Your heart wants what it wants. I cannot be bossed around by your mind.

''Don't push me away like this,'' he said. He took a step closer. I was already in the corner of the elevator. I couldn't move anywhere.

''Yoongi, please, we can't,'' I whispered this time even though my heart screamed to go for it.

Yoongi closed the space between us, and I could feel his warm breath against my face. He slowly put his hand onto my chest that the rob was covering up. ''Then why is your heart beating so rapidly?''

To that, I couldn't possibly answer anymore. I looked at Yoongi in the eyes, and he did the same. I was afraid someone could come or hear us somehow, but I bet no one was moving or using this elevator at this time of the night.

Yoongi was illegally close to me, closer than he should be, and if someone would see us now, I could be fired at that instant. God, how many times I have just hoped I don't develop feelings for him because it is forbidden, but somehow those thoughts always come back to me.

''You might think, when?'' Yoongi whispered. ''I think I have always known you have become closer to me than any other stylist in a good way. You have made me feel better as an artist. You have always listened to my pieces, telling me your honest review.''

''I know we both have had these feelings, but we are too afraid to admit it due to our company. I know it's scary for you. I cannot let them fire you for this. I won't allow it.''

Even I know that will never work.

''Yoongi pl-''

And like a smash to the button, I was cut off by Yoongi, who sealed his lips with mine. I was taken aback, but I naturally kissed him back. As if it would have been the whole purpose of my entire life. I knew how wrong this was, but I couldn't stop.

Yoongi was taking my breath away by making him close the final inch between us to deepen the kiss even more. I was ruffling the back of his neck with my hands and found themselves there automatically.

But in the end, I woke up and saw that the elevator had stopped. The fear took the best of me, and Yoongi stopped kissing me. We stared at each other before I pushed through the opening elevator doors. Yoongi yelled after me.

I just ran. I didn't even look at which floor I was on. I just ran.

I knew Yoongi wouldn't come after me, so I stopped once I found another elevator. I went in and pushed my floor button before collapsing on the floor.

What did I just do?

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