Pop Star || Yoongi x Reader

55. Did We Do Something

"Listen. I'm going to go call him," you resolve. Your head was beginning to clear up. You don't know about him, but you sure would feel shitty if he straight up left in the middle of the night like you did, irrespective of something happened or not.

Outside in the balcony, you unlock your phone and search for his contact - R...Rude Boy - and hit call. Your focus is entirely on what happened in the morning - it was still dark when you had woken up.

The first thing you saw was Yoongi fast asleep beside you. He had curled up under a separate blanket so that only the tip of his nose and forehead was visible. You sat up suddenly. Sickness swirled in your stomach. Where in the hell was the bathroom? You were in an unfamiliar room - a storage space of sorts. You ran out to find yourself on a rooftop, next to a dimly lit pool. It was eerily dark and cold. The literal chill drove you back into the room under your blanket. The display of your iPhone showed the time as half-past three. Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

You had pretour meetings in the morning. And here you were, head threatening to split open along with nausea that you barely held in. You called up Mr Kim to come and get you. He replied he would be outside in ten.

You shifted your focus to the practically passed out guy next to you.

"Yoongi?" you whispered. It took you a good five minutes of shaking him to finally have his eyes open. You mentioned that you had to go and that you would meet him later in the day. He replied something incomprehensible and went back to sleep. His house was silent as death when you left it. Mr Kim drove you out in a dark Mercedes. God bless him for stocking up on car sickness first aid - he'd handed you a paper bag along with a tablet and water right when you got in. You didn't puke, but you wept your heart out on the way back.

The call disconnects after a full ring. Maybe he's still asleep, you think.

But the call back comes instantly.

"Hello?"
"Hey..." he sounds extremely sleepy.
"Did I wake you?"
"Mmhmm. Where are you?"
"At home, obviously."
"Really? Last thing I remember you were here...did you put me in bed?"
"I don't think so," you give a nervous chuckle.
"Oh yeah, I think it was Namjoon...or..." he mumbles a couple of names you don't recognize.
"That's a lot of people, Yoongi, what on earth happened after I left?"
"I have no idea. When did you leave?"
"Um...I don't remember the time exactly - past 3 I guess, but we were in that - storeroom by the -"
"- pool, yeah..."

"Also - my dress might be somewhere at your place..." It sounds way more awkward coming out of your mouth than it did in your head.

"Your dress?"

"Yeah, I'm in your clothes, Yoongi. I have no clue how..."

You pause.

Meanwhile, Suga is utterly confused. He remembers patches but nothing makes sense. It will come back eventually - but then he gets this feeling.

"I've got lots to tell -"

"- Did we do something -"

Both of you start at the same time.

"You go first," he mutters.

"I was just saying that I've got things to tell you before I go - so like, let me know if - if - you wanna meet," your voice trails off.

This is so awkward. Why oh why is this so awkward. You want to see him. You really do. But why -

"Alright, yeah..."

Thank goodness.

Your phone pings a few minutes after ending the call. It's a photo of a black dress - in the room you had woken up this morning.