freckles

* chapter two *

"I can't." I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut just like before. "Not with you." My heart pounded in my chest, anxiety at war with my body and mind. He's part of BTS, he's their rapper, he's Agust D.

I can't face him.

" ' Not with me' ?" He had a frown in his voice, but his hand rubbing my arm never stopped. "What's wrong with me?"

"You're Min Yoongi." I mumbled, gripping my hair harder, wishing he would just go away. I always wanted to meet my idols, but not like this. No, never like this.

"Yes, I am Min Yoongi." His rubbing slowed. "Oh." Was all he could say.

"I'm sorry-"

"No no." He interrupted, patting my arm lightly. "It's okay. I'll get you Jimin. He can help you more than I ever can-"

"Wait!" I let go of my hair, latching onto his wrist after seeing it for only a moment. I stared at him with wide eyes, my whole body still on the ground. I saw Taehyung beside him, a fan in his hands as he moved his wrist up and down, throwing cool air at me. He too, stared at me with wide eyes.

"Yes?" Yoongi asked, crouched like he was about to get up, which he was.

My lips moved in the shape of incoherent words, and thankfully my voice decided to not work as well. That saved me from some embarrassment.

Yoongi smiled softly and sat back down, moving my hand on his wrist down to his hand, holding on tight. He pulled a tissue from the box and handed it to me. "Can you sit up?" He asked gently, his voice mimicking the tone he used earlier. He was so, gentle.

I nodded and moved my legs beneath me, Yoongi taking my other hand and helping me balance. "I did it." I mumbled to myself for no reason. But that small movement made me proud. My body still worked, it still supported me. It meant I was okay.

"Yes you did." Yoongi praised with a smile. "You're doing so well."

I ... oh God.

"Oh no." Taehyung fanned the fan faster. "She's turning red."

"Here's another tissue." Yoongi handed me another, my hand subconsciously wiping away my tears and ,, ew,,, snot. "You need to drink water as well." I watched his hands as he unscrewed the cap and waited for me to finish wiping my face. And then, listen to this, held the water bottle in one hand, cap between his fingers, and then grabbed another tissue for me.

Why why why why why why must he be so hot right in front of me?

"Jimin-ah!" Taehyung shouted, Jimin shouting back in response. "Get her something to eat!"

"I have a better idea." Yoongi handed me the water bottle, smiling once I took a sip. "How about you come to dinner with us?"

So that's how I spat water all on Min Yoongi.