Airport - Min Yoongi (1/4) ✔︎

#15 - Home alone

He fiddles with his fingers in his lap. "I don't want to be away from them for too long, I'll miss them and they'll miss me." He mutters.

I smile. "If you get it done now you'll be back to them in no time. They'll be waiting for you. Your health matters more Yoongi, and they understand that."

I then chuckle lightly. "You really hate being away from your armys for a long time, don't you?"

Yoongi nods slightly, then looking me in the eye. "You too."

I tilt my head. "Huh?"

"I like having you around with me, it makes me feel better. You make me feel better. A lot better. So thanks."

"I'm honoured, obviously." I flatter myself and he groans and rolls his eyes. "So, will you have the surgery?"

He thinks to himself for a moment, and looks away from me. "I'll think about it."

I sigh. "Yoongi."

Looking back at me, he narrows his eyes. I give him my hard glare (taught by Dea) which makes him give in. "Alright fine, I'll do it."

My smile grows more. "Good!"

He chuckles. "Seriously, thank you Jiyeon." I haven't heard him say my proper name in a while since he's been calling me Yeonie, it's nice to hear him say it.

"You're welcome."

The silence in the kitchen somehow gets louder and louder, as we continue to stare at eachother. Normally I always look away first when I catch someone's eyesight, but with Yoongi it's like his eyes are forcing me to stay locked on his.

Yoongi then takes a deep breath in and breaks the eye contact, looking  around the kitchen and pouting a little.

"Obviously I can't get the surgery done now, so it'll probably have to be after we come back from America."

What?

"America?"

He nods. "We're going to New York for a while. We practically never stay in one place for a long time, so this is expected."

I sit there in shock. "So you're leaving?"

Yoongi nods again as a confirmation. "Yep."

I swear he hasn't even been in Seoul for that long, how can he be leaving already? But like he said, he never stays in one place for too long.

"When?"

"Friday night."

"So in a week?"

Yoongi nods.

"You can't leave in a week!" I accuse him and stand to my feet abruptly.

He watches me stand up whilst still sitting, and he tilts his head. "Why are you getting annoyed?" A smug look then whips onto his stupid face. "Are you gonna miss me Yeonie?"

"Yes, you idiot!" I yell to his surprise which makes him stop talking and stare at me. He probably thought I was going to say no, but it's not like I'm going to lie to the guy!

"Oh, really? You will?" His smug face only becomes more and more smug.

"Shut up!" I fold my arms.

Yoongi sighs in amusement. "Jiyeon, we have each others numbers."

"Yeah, but it's not the same." I mumble.

Technically I'm right, seeing him on a screen and in person are two completely different things. Mind you, some people never get to see him or the rest of the boys in person like I do, so the more I think about it I'm quite lucky.

"Are you in a mood with me now?"

I narrow my eyes at him and clench my jaw. What kind of question is that, of course I'm in a mood with him!

"I'll take that as a yes." He senses my annoyance and sighs. "We have today to spend time with each other, so don't pull that sad face on me now." He stands to his feet, bringing his face closer to mine and he narrows his eyes with a little smile.

"We can't do much. We're both in trouble with crazy fans and on top of that God knows when the girls are going to be back. All three of them will most likely pass out if they see you here."

"Can't you just ask how long they'll be?" He asks in an obvious tone.

Oh.

I laugh sheepishly and walk into the living room and down the hall, opening my bedroom door. I grab my phone from my bedside table and call Dea. I walk back out into the living room and into the kitchen where Yoongi has sat down again.

I patiently wait for her to pick up and then she does. "Hello?"

"Hey Dea, are you guys going to eat out?"

"Probably yeah, why?"

"Oh I was just wondering otherwise I would've made food for us all." I make up an excuse which she believes. Yoongi sniggers to himself at the thiught of me cooking. I roll my eyes.

"Oh! Yeah we'll probably find a place to eat since we haven't yet found a suitable fan for Songmin, and we haven't even started on mine and Hayoon's decoration shopping yet."

"So what time do you think you'll be back by?"

"Maybe around 4 ish? Yeah 4 sounds about right."

I slowly begin to smile. "Okay, that's fine."

"Don't miss us too much Jiyeon, you want us to buy you anything?"

"No it's okay, thanks though."

"Okay, we'll see you later then. Bye!"

"Bye Dea." I hang up and place my phone face down onto the counter.

"So?" Yoongi asks in anticipation.

"She said they'll probably be back by 4." I reply. "Knowing them they'll probably go off track and get distracted by something which will make them shop for something completely different to what they originally went out for."

Yoongi takes in my words with a nod. "And what time is it now?"

I flip my phone back over to be facing us, and turn it on. We both lower our heads to check what the numbers read as.

9:07AM

My eyebrows jolt up in surprise. Wow, it's still pretty early. We both slowly turn our heads to eachother and a sly smile begins to show on Yoongi's lips.

"We've got 7 hours to kill Yeonie. Any ideas?"