Evil Obsessions (MYG)

Chapter 4

Later that night

I was scrolling through Instagram when I remembered that Yoongi had given me his number yesterday. I took out the neatly-folded paper from the drawer of my study table. Ahh...what a pretty handwriting he has. Smiling to myself, I saved his number and sent him a text: (italics is Y/N and bold is Yoongi)

hi, this is Y/N.

Moments later, my phone vibrated

hello there Y/N :) I was just thinking about you

I was flabbergasted. Min Yoongi, the prince of my dreams, was thinking about me?! I got my focus back and replied:

really? well what a coincidence. I was thinking about you to :) and that thought urged me to text you.

Well good thing you did, I was beginning to worry maybe you forgot I even gave u my number   

how could I forget? well I cant forget about the one who saved my life that easily now can I

After a moment of silence, I typed again:

thanks for rescuing me btw....really could have died if you weren't there 

Well if u really are grateful, why not take me out for breakfast tomorrow?

Sure! 8:30 tomorrow then?

fine with me

see you tomorrow. good night

see you Y/N.

I couldn't believe what just happened. Min Yoongi wanted to go out with me?! I felt like the luckiest person on earth. With all that excitement in my mind, I slowly drift into a deep slumber.

                                                                                                                          

Sunday. My second least-favourite day of the week. Why? cause the next day is Monday. And I hate Mondays.

I was awoken by the sunlight which was pouring into my bedroom. Yawing and stretching, I sit up and groggily wish myself good morning in the mirror right in front of me. I looked at my pretty cuckoo clock on the wall. 8:27, it read. 'Strange....' I thought, 'Am I forgetting something?' I pondered about it for a white, but eventually shrugged it off.

As I was going to the bathroom, I notice Fluffy sitting on the window sill, purring loudly and looking outside as though there is someone there. But Fluffy usually doesn't even wake up this early. He doesn't even like sitting on that spot. Curiously, I stepped out in the balcony beside the window. And the one standing outside was none other than the prince of my dreams, Min Yoongi, who was leaning on his car as though waiting for someone.

I was flabbergasted. What was Yoongi, of all people, doing outside my house!? Then I suddenly remembered our conversation from last night. I glanced at the clock once again. This time, It read: 8:29. I forgot I was supposed to go out with him today! How stupid of me, how could I forget?! The raven haired boy then noticed me staring at him, and waved at me, with a 'Oh there you are' look on his face. I had no idea what to do. I awkwardly waved back at him, and at the speed of lightning I dressed into a lavender tee and a pair of jeans. I couldn't keep him waiting for too long, only put on some light makeup and brushed my shoulder length hair enough to make it look neat. Once that was done, I took my purse and went downstairs. "Good morning", he greets me in a silky voice, "I see you're finally awake." He was dressed perfectly in a beige turtleneck, black chinos and cool high-top sneakers. This was my first time seeing him outside work attire. It was simple, yet beautiful.