Airport - Min Yoongi (1/4) ✔︎

#25 - Tension

I indicate my head to infront of us and he follows my gaze. "Oh hey, aren't they your friends? What was their names...Dea, Songmin and Hayoon was it?"

"Yoongi!" I shriek, giving him an obvious look.

Yoongi's eyebrow raises and he finally clocks on. "Oh."

His eyes dart around for a place to hide, spotting a little alleyway we walked past a little while ago behind us. With a quick run, he's already legged it and made it successfully.

My mouth gapes open. "What the hell? You're just going to leave me here?" I yell down the street, earning some looks from people.

Yoongi peeps his little head out. "What? I'm the famous one!"

My anger is slowly starting to rise. "Yoongi they are going to see me!"

"So? Just say you wanted to come out to the city for some air." He simply says back.

"I can't because I'm not from Seoul!" I exclaim, impatiently staring at him. I look back down the road, realising the three of them are walking closer and closer.

With a little groan I attempt to speed walking with these crutches to the alleyway.

Yoongi scoffs at my slow pace. "Can't you go any faster than that? They're coming!"

I sigh, glaring at him. "Why don't you try running in crutches Yoongi? I'll make sure you break both your legs if I have to." I threaten him with a hiss.

With an impatient groan he runs out into the open, enclosing his arms around my body and lifting me up off the floor. I let out a little yelp as he then bounces back towards the alleyway, setting me back down on the ground.

"On top of them seeing me, they would've seen me with crutches. Crutches!"

"Oh now you hate the crutches! I tried to tell you the wheelchair was better." He answers back, folding his arms.

I sigh, closing my eyes. "God knows what they would've done if they found out what's happened to me."

"Also, what do you mean you're not from Seoul?" He exclaims in shock.

I furrow my eyebrows. "What, just because I live here means that I'm from here?"

He gives me an obvious look. "That would be the logical answer, yes."

"I'm not, I'm from Daegu!"

Yoongi's eyes widen, stepping backwards and eyeing me up and down. It's like he doesn't believe that I've said them words. Well that's nice.

"You're from Daegu?"

I nod. "Why, is there something wrong with being from Daegu?" I raise my head up, narrowing my eyes.

Yoongi tilts his head. "No, because I'm from Daegu too."

I cock my head backwards. "Really?"

He nods. "Taehyung aswell."

"Oh." Well now I feel stupid.

He's about to speak again when we both hear Dea's voice becoming louder and louder, indicating that they're close by. Yoongi's mouth instantly closes shut and we both lean right up against the wall.

Then the three of them come into view, gossiping and talking like normal. As I watch them, I start to feel a little sad. Sad because I've had to lie to them for over a month, and they think that I'm being honest with them. It hurts, alot. Having to lie to your best friends isn't easy.

When they're gone I walk back out of the alleyway. My shoulders slump as I watch them walk further and further away.

Yoongi joins me, also looking at them. He then glances at me. "You okay?"

I nod. "I will be."

***

When we're in the car and driving back to the house, I can't help notice how the atmosphere has changed. I preferred it a lot more before we got out of the car, for obvious reasons. But now, I can't help notice that it's a little tense.

I can't seem to find the words to say anything, and it looks like Yoongi can't either. He just stares at the road infront of him, not glancing at me once.

I sigh quietly, looking out the window and watching people and shops drift by. It's like if I speak, if I even move an inch then I'll be commiting a crime.

Yoongi then clears his throat. "How did Luhan know where you were?"

So that's what he's thinking about.

"I ran into him whilst running away." I respond quietly. "I told him about how they were all chasing me and so he volunteered to distract them for me."

Yoongi nods whilst listening to what I have to say, still keeping his eyes on the road. "And you didn't think of telling me this?"

That's when I finally move, turning my head to face him in confusion. It's that similar look on his face when he came to my apartment. It's clear that his jealousy for Luhan and I didn't exactly disappear.

I sigh, closing my eyes as I can already tell what's coming.

"You've been staying in my home for what, nearly a week now, and you didn't tell me you ran into Luhan?" Now he moves too, also turning his head to the right to look me in the eye when I've opened mine.

I shrug, hesitantly breaking eye contact and looking back at the road infront of us. "It slipped out of my mind."

Yoongi sucks his teeth, sighing and also turning his head back at the road.

I turn to face him. "Don't tell me you're jealous again." He scoffs, not bothering to make a comment on what I said. "Yoongi, he saved me."

"Saved you? He saved you? Really? Look how that turned out Jiyeon." We've now stopped at a red light, but he still doesn't bother looking at me. "If he had actually saved you then you wouldn't have gotten hurt. We wouldn't be having this conversation in my car. You wouldn't even be in my car! You wouldn't be staying with us if he had saved you. So I think you should word that a little differently."

"Atleast he was actually there." I fire back. "And he stayed with me instead of just running off and leaving me standing there on the pavement."

"He always gives me a bad feeling." Yoongi mumbles under his breath, beginning to drive again when the light turns green.

"You've never even met the guy! How you can not like him when you don't even know him properly?"

Yoongi exhales deeply, rolling his neck back and once again ignoring what I said. "This whole situation has made me exhausted."

I scoff a little. "Well in the three days you can get as much sleep as you want. Because in three days time you'll leave for America and you'll never have to see or deal with me ever again, just like you wanted."

That makes him sharply look at me. I don't bother looking back. I clench my teeth to try and force back the hot tears threatening to fall.

And for the remainder of the drive, we remain in silence.