Encounter | MYG & KTH

23 (no longer naming chapters rip)

Yoongi ruffled his freshly washed faded brown hair as he stepped out of the company building. The evening fall air felt rather warm on his skin and he was thankful for that; it meant his damp hair wouldn't freeze in the wind. His hair strands grew past his eyes, forcing him to style his fringe to the side which left his forehead exposed. He wasn't used to having his hair this way but he didn't feel like getting a haircut.

His phone vibrated in the pocket of his windbreaker. Yoongi pulled it out to see a wall of texts from the group chat.

Jimin: You owe us for babysitting your girlfriend, hyung.

Hobi: something expensive and delicious!

Joonie: We went to go eat some real food, have fun on ur date ig

Yoongi's eyes were stuck on the messages, his lips downturned into a frown. Soon after, he locked his screen without sending a reply and stuffed his phone deep in his pocket. As he looked up at the starless sky, he  wondered how much longer he'd have to do all of this for. He hated lying to the boys the most. He itched to come clean; he wanted so bad to ask them for what he should do?

Yoongi inhaled the city air deeply, wanting a release from the suffocating emotions.   

Eunha's car pulled up in front of him. She rolled down the window of the passenger side, peering out to Yoongi from the driver's seat with an eager grin. "What are you looking at?" she asked, following his gaze to the sky.

Yoongi shook his head, and both their eyes met. Eunha's eyes seemed to sparkle under the shabby street light. Unlike him, she didn't appear burdened by their circumstances — if she was, she hid it well. It was sort of admirable, in a way. Maybe he should take a page out of her book and just fuck it. Just go with the flow without living in his own head so much.

Yoongi greeted her with a tired, faint smile— it was the best he could do to match her energy.  It wasn't Eunha's fault that he was feeling like this. It'd be wrong to blame her for everything when it was his fault that they both had to play out this unfortunate facade for the sake of their reputation. He wished he could blame Leila.

Yoongi closed the car's door as he slid into the passenger side, buckling in his seat belt. "Where are we going?" he asked as Eunha pulled into the traffic.

"To eat some homemade steak."  Eunha turned to him briefly with shining eyes. "I asked some of the members for your favorite food and they all just said you love meat so I made steak for you."

"You cooked for me?" Yoongi raised a brow. He didn't take her for someone who would cook for others. But then again she brought in those sandwiches for the boys, even though the guys didn't seem to enjoy them much. Yoongi wondered if he had indigestion medicine in his bag.

"Let's say I did." Eunha replied smugly, returning her focus on the road ahead. "I want us to get closer."

"Eunha..." Yoongi spoke in a warning tone.

"It's ok," the female vocalist continued in a carefree manner, unbothered by the tone of his voice. "I already know how you feel. I know why you avoided me for the last few days. But I missed you. Even if you didn't miss me, I still missed you." 

Yoongi sat back in the car seat without replying, suddenly feeling guilty for ignoring her.

Eunha smiled to herself and turned on the music. "Do you want to listen to anything specific?" she asked Yoongi with her eyes still on the road. "You can put on whatever you like."

"Anything is fine." Yoongi replied distractedly. He picked at the nail of his thumb, one of his bad habits he slipped into whenever his head was full of too many thoughts.