~ Jimin Leading You On ~ PART SEVEN
It was the day after you hung out with Yoongi and you were still so overwhelmed. You sat on your sofa, staring at your phone in anticipation. Why did he have to kiss you? You knew you had some sort of attraction towards him, but now? Now your heart raced at even the thought of him!
Why was Yoongi taking so long to answer, anyway?
“Now, don’t tell me you can somehow mess up brownies?” You asked, taking the ingredients out of the fridge.
“Shut up,” Yoongi laughed. Like, actually, laughed. His eyes crinkled slightly and you saw his cute gummy smile the boys teased him about.
You two handed each other ingredients and stirred them into mixing bowls. While you stirred the wet ingredients, Yoongi stirred the dry. Looking toward him to see how he was doing, you stifled a laugh.
“I might’ve gotten some on me…” He trailed off, looking down at his powdered clothes.
Letting out a laugh, you walked over to him and patted his chest. That only caused a poof of flour to blow up from his chest leaving you both in coughing fits, all the while you laughed.
“Why am I the one who always ends up being a mess?” Yoongi whined, pouting his lips and with sad eyes.
After finishing mixing the ingredients, you placed them into a pan and put it into the preheated oven.
“Now, we wait,” You sighed, both of you walking to the living room.
“So, you’ve come to your conclusion?” Yoongi blurted, nonchalantly, picking his phone up from the coffee table.
“About Jimin? You said there’s something…holding you back?”
Looking away from his curious gaze, you shrugged. “I thought so but I still don’t know how I feel.”
“You know, I may act cold around everyone, but…you can to turn to me if ever in need. Just know that,” Yoongi spoke, sternly, and you looked at him in surprise.
“Thanks. I appreciate that,” you sent a warm smile which he, genuinely, returned. “Now, I think we need better hangout ideas. All we’ve been doing is eating and watching movies…”
“What’s wrong with that? Definitely beats going outside,” Yoongi retorted, with a laugh.
“Ha ha,” You rolled your eyes, a playful smile painting your lips.
“Scooch over,” You lightly pushed Yoongi’s leg from being sprawled over the couch, causing them to slide of onto the floor.
“How much longer?” He yawned.
“Twenty minutes or so? We could get take out if you don’t want to wait and––” You were cut off by the soft sounds of snoring. Turning your head, you saw Yoongi’s head leaned back, mouth hung open, asleep. “Gee, thanks,” you muttered sarcastically, although you knew he wouldn’t answer.
Twenty minutes passed and you took the brownies out of the oven. Cutting them up, you grabbed one and headed back to the couch.
“They’re ready,” You mumbled, with a mouth full of brownie.
“What is that smell?”
“Did you bake, Y/N?”
“Can I have one?”
“Save one for me!”
Six boys tumbled out of their rooms and raced toward the kitchen. Before you could protest, they stuffed one in their mouths and ran back to their rooms. Looking back at the plate filled with brownies, you groaned when you saw that the boys hadn’t left any for Yoongi. He was going to be pissed.
“They’re ready?” He opened his eyes and slowly sat up. Looking back down at the brownie you took only one bite of, you held it out for Yoongi.
“The boys kind of took them all. Have mine,” you waved the brownie around his face. Pouting, he shook his head. “I’d rather just punch them than steal yours.”
“Just eat the brownie,” You rolled your eyes.
Sighing, he leaned over and took a bite out of the brownie in your hand. “Mm, that’s good! We made that?” He queried, with a mouth full.
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Because I can’t cook! At least, not as well as Jin.”
“Damn, right!” You heard from down the hall. Laughing, you took another bite of the brownie you were sharing.
You and Yoongi lounged around, one of the boys coming in ever so often, laughing nervously when Yoongi glared at them.
“It’s late. I should get home,” you checked your watch.
“Damn, you’re right. Let me walk you back since it’s dark.” This time you didn’t protest.
Arriving in front of your apartment building, you thanked Yoongi. After a few minuted of peering at him, he looked around, uncomfortably. “Uh, Y/N? Why’re you looking at me like that?”
“Just wondering how I, out of all people, could be the reason your so soft” Throwing his head back to groan, he whined, “Y/N!”
“Sorry! Just curious, that’s all,” You shrugged.
“I just like you, slightly more than other people. Take that as a compliment,” He raised an eyebrow, causing you to grin.
“Wow. What an honor,” You feigned shock, placing a hand over your chest. “Thanks for walking me home,” You smiled, gratefully.
Turning to go in, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned your head to ask what Yoongi was doing, but was cut off when he tugged you closer to him and placed his lips on yours. Your eyes widened, but didn’t push him away. Instead, you closed your eyes and leaned into him.
Pulling away, breathless, both of your cheeks were a deep red. “Bye, Y/N,” Yoongi chuckled, softly. You were still in a daze only able to put your hand up and wave.
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