SCRIPTUM | DRABBLES.

creative ways to score a date // min yoongi

prompt : you're my next door neighbor and i just caught you stealing the milk that gets sent to my house every morning.

genre(s) : fluff, humor

cast : min yoongi as the milk thief, jung hwayeon as the pissed off hoe who wants her damn strawberry milk

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     Jung Hwayeon felt about strawberry milk the way some people would feel about a leg or an arm. It was a necessity to her.

So you could imagine how she felt when the deliveries of her precious milk were suddenly halted. Naturally, Hwayeon was in a state of extreme distress.

But, no biggie. She would simply just ring up the delivery service and politely ask where the ever loving fuck is her milk.

"What do you mean the milkman already delivered it? " she basically shouted into the phone after a few minutes of Hwayeon drilling a very confused customer service worker about her milk.

"Miss, our system is virtually flawless and the milkman who does rounds around your area swears up and down that he personally placed the milk on your doorstep," said the worker, who's name Hwayeon didn't bother to remember.

"But," she paused. "it's not on my doorstep!" 

"We really have nothing else we can do for you, ma'am." 

Letting out an irritated huff, she thanked the woman (even though she didn't mean it) and hung up. But this didn't mean she was giving up.

Jung Hwayeon, in her twenty-two years of living, has never been more passionate about anything else than this.

She was going to find out the reason behind her missing strawberry milks, even if it was the last thing she did.

—

The milk was set to arrive at 6 AM everyday. Hwayeon set her alarm for 5:50 AM.

It was a torturing experience to wake up that early, but she would do it for her precious milk. 

After her alarm blared into her ear, she let out a groan before literally rolling out of her bed and hitting the ground with a thud.

Wasting no time, Hwayeon wrapped her blanket around her and quickly took her spot next to the window that gave her a clear view of her doorstep.

Ten minutes was a very long wait, especially since she was on the verge of falling asleep every five seconds. 

But surely enough, at 6 o'clock sharp, the milkman arrived with a case of milk. He warily placed it on her doorstep, looking around before leaving.

Hwayeon's heartbeat picked up as she waited for the culprit to show up, trying not to drool at the sight of the milk that she missed so dearly.

About five minutes later, a man (or she assumed it was a man, but his legs said otherwise) with a black hoodie and basketball shorts on arrived. His hair was hidden under a beanie.

She squinted, getting a strange feeling that she knew this mysterious stranger.

She watched as the male looked both ways before picking up the case of milk and turn around to walk away.

Ripping off her blanket, Hwayeon dashed to the door at a speed that she didn't know she could go. She threw the door open. 

"Wait just a minute, you thief!" she hollered.

The stranger froze.

"That milk is mine, you asshole," she said through gritted teeth before marching out and grabbing his shoulder, roughly turning him around.

A beat of silence passed before Hwayeon realized who he was.

Fair skin, blonde hair, squinty eyes, extremely kissable lips...

"Yoongi!? " she exclaimed.

Min Yoongi was Hwayeon's neighbor. He rarely ever spoke to her, merely giving her the obligatory greeting when they saw each other leaving or entering their apartment. He was a genius composer who she was convinced was going to be the next Mozart.

Oh, and he happened to be really hot.

But why on Earth was he stealing her milk?

"Wha—"

"I can explain," said Yoongi, with a totally straight face.

"Please do." she crossed her arms and angrily tapped her foot.

"The milkman accidentally delivered your milk to my doorstep one day and I was really confused since it was addressed to you, but I drank it anyway. Turns out it was really good, but I was too embarrassed to ask you how to get it delivered to my house too so..."

"So you resorted to stealing? " she asked, bewildered.

"I was going to wait until you noticed and I thought maybe you would come ask me if I knew where it went so I could ask you how to get milk deliveries too and then I would've left your milk alone." he looked away, finally feeling embarrassed.

"That's...preposterous!" Hwayeon threw her hands up. "Do you know how much I suffered—"

"Let me make it up to you? I'll treat you to lunch, and you can tell me how to get milk deliveries," he suggested.

She quirked an eyebrow. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Am I?" he gave her a lazy grin.

She cursed at how quickly her anger was receding. "I want to eat something really expensive."

"Done."

—

Yoongi couldn't help the giant grin on his face when he returned to his apartment. He looked down at the single strawberry milk carton Hwayeon had given him.

"To keep you at bay," she said. "until I tell you how to get your own milk at lunch."

He opened the carton and took a sip. Distorting his face is disgust, he quickly spit it back into the carton. 

Oh, how revolting strawberry milk was.