The Pillow | Yoongi

Twenty One

Yoongi POV

     After the pseudo date is over, I tell Sydney that I should go pick up my car from the restaurant and go by the dorm to grab some things I’ll need while I’m staying at her place. I know it’s only going to be for a couple days, but I’ll need to grab clothes and toiletries. 

     “So, how long are you wanting to stay for?” Sydney asks, nonchalantly as she grips the steering wheel loosely. 

     “Oh, I’ll only be in there for like 20 minutes, tops. Just gotta grab the necessities and get outta there.” I respond.

     Sydney chuckles and turns down the radio slightly. “No, I meant how long are you wanting to stay with me?” The petite woman smiles at me briefly. “You said that you might stay a few days, but how long exactly?”

     I never even thought about how long I would actually be staying. How long do I want to stay for? How long should I say I’ll be staying? Would it be rude to say that I want to stay for two weeks? “How long should I stay?” I sputter out quietly. 

     I watch Sydney carefully, studying her facial expressions as she thinks. “Well, this is a test-run right?” She waits to continue until I nod my head in agreement. “It can’t be too short, or else the run wouldn’t accurately simulate what it would be like living there… So, how about two weeks? Would that be okay with you?”

     She glances over at me and smiles brightly, putting the car in park next to mine. I can see a shine in her eyes at the prospect of not being alone for two weeks. Putting my fingers to my chin, I pretend to think about it. “Would that be okay with you? I don’t want to intrude or anything.” 

     The black-haired woman slaps my arm playfully, “Of course it’s okay! I’m the one who suggested it. I invited you to stay with me, it’s not intruding. I’d love to have you there.” The last part of her sentence must’ve caught her off guard, because her face suddenly goes very bright red and she’s ushering me out of the car before I can respond. “Okay, now go on and go get your stuff! Grab enough for two weeks! See you at home!” 

     I get out of the car and wave to her as she frantically pulls out of the parking lot. ‘She’s so cute’ 

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     Finally, I make it back to the dorm and go straight to my room, not wanting to see anyone else. They’d question me why I didn’t come home last night or why I was gone all day too. I don’t want to have to answer that. 

     Yes, they all know about Sydney’s existence, but I don’t want all of them to know that I’m seriously interested in her. I know them all so well that I can already hear what they’d say: “You can’t throw away your future for some girl.” and/or “How come you get to have her? I want her too!” Let’s be honest, both of those are horrible responses. 

     As quickly as I possibly can, I grab a couple duffel bags and starter filling them with clothes, personal items, and toiletries (making sure to grab my electronics and their specific chargers). 

     “Where are you going?” A voice appears out of, seemingly, nowhere behind me. “And where were you last night and today?” 

     I turn around and see Jungkook leaning on my doorway, arms crossed and surveying the bedroom. His hair is a mess and his pants are nearly falling off of him. He must have just woken up. “Does it matter? I’m an adult and I can do what I want. Please leave now, I’m busy.” I force my voice to be calm while all I want to do is rip his head off. 

     The maknae makes his way over to my bed and plops down like he owns the place. “Cut the shit, Hyung. We both know where you were. Now, where are you going?” Once again, his arms cross in a defensive manner. 

     A heavy sigh falls out of my mouth and I turn around to face my closet. “I’m going to see my parents in Daegu. It’s my Dad’s birthday and they want to see me for a while.” The lies rip through my throat and claw my lips on the way out. I never have been one to lie.

     I can hear jungkook moving around and rifling through my bags. “This is a lot of stuff to just be visiting your parents. How long will you be staying there?” 

     “You’re just full of nosy questions today aren’t you?” My body swivels in Jungkook’s direction and I tear my bags out of his hands roughly. “I’m staying for two weeks. Now, get out.” 

     Before he can say anything else, I stand JK up by the elbow and gently toss him out of my room, closing the door afterwards. 

     Why does packing have to be so difficult around here?

    
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     Once I’m finished grabbing everything I could need, I start taking it all out to my car. Two duffel bags full of clothes and toiletries, one backpack with electronics and chargers, and my blanket and neck pillow from my bed.

     “Yoongi-ssi, where are you going? Jungkook told me you were going to visit your parents for your father’s birthday, but I know that isn’t coming up soon.” Jin pops out of nowhere, making me jump and hold in a scream. 

     I hold my chest and sit my bags and stuff down for a moment. “Jin-Hyung, can you lower your voice? I don’t want anyone to know where I’m going. Please, if I tell you, don’t tell anyone else, okay?” I plead heavily. 

     Jin lowers his head and smiles gently at me. “I won’t tell anyone, I just need to know so I can make sure you’re being safe.” 

     I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I’m going to stay two weeks at Sydney’s house with her. She offered and I really like her, so I can’t give up this opportunity.” 

     “Two weeks? Didn’t you guys meet a couple of days ago?” Jin looks around as if the answer to his question is written on the walls. 

     I shrug and look around as well, wanting to avoid his judging eyes. “It’s complicated, okay? I can’t explain why I feel this way for her, or how I feel this way after a couple days- I just know that I do.” My hands go slack by my sides. Finally meeting Jin’s eyes, I speak clearly and confidently. “Sydney is the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. She has this thing about her that draws people in and makes them want to be around her. It’s like she’s an industrial magnet and I’m metal shaving in a workshop. She pulls me in.” 

     “Yoongi, I didn’t mean t-” 

     I stand up straighter and jut my chin out slightly, “And you know what? I heard her admit to her sister that she likes me too. It’s meant to be, I can feel it. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” 

     With that, I grab my things and walk out to my car without so much as a wave goodbye. I love Jin-Hyung, but he just doesn’t understand what it’s like to long for someone without pining after them for years. Jin and Namjoon have been playing some tragic game of tag or hide and seek ever since they met. He’s just mad because he can’t have what he wants and I can.

     He better actually keep this a secret.