"Where are you? Mrs. [Last Name] is looking for you."
Scratching the back of my head, I heaved a small but audible sigh as Yoongi turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm out with a friend, Namjoon. Tell her I'm eating dinner with—"
"— Yoongi. [Y/N], I already know you like the back of my hand but your mother clearly doesn't and she's pissed that you sneaked out again."
Upon hearing those words, I already mentally prepared myself with the possible insults coming out of my parents' mouths and probably the punishments that they will be implementing on me too. I was starting to feel irritated and problematic all over again and I had the strong to urge to just forget about everything that had been happening for while.
"I'm sorry that you have to deal with her while I'm gone but it's not like I'll run away." I said over the phone
Hearing Namjoon sigh from the other line, I chewed on my lip as Yoongi had his forehead creased down in a questioning manner.
"Be back soon. Love you." he said before ending the call abruptly
My eyes widened over his last words, shaking my head dismissively since it was not the first that he said that and I was aware of Namjoon's feelings for me. That alone had me worry about him too and how much it must had hurt him.
My head kept buzzing with thoughts as I absentmindedly clutched my phone and then placed it in my pocket. Turning to Yoongi and seeing his puckered lower lip a little, I kept my gaze on his lips before sighing heavily.
"Let's drink." I uttered out of nowhere as we walked towards the parking lot near the amusement park
"What? I can't since I'm driving for the both of us." he said, sounding bewildered with my proposal
"Let's drink." I repeated, sounding tired as we neared his parked car
Yoongi heaved a tired sigh, meeting my gaze. He was just staring deeply and I did the same. As my bottom lip quivered, I mustered all my strength to look at him even though I did not want to see my reflection in his own eyes.
I did not want him to stare; and see me being weak, powerless and struggling so much because of it.
However, I knew that being open and telling him the truth would possibly make things better; even though I knew it was bound to hurt the both of us all over again.
"I'll call the driver and have him bring the drinks; then he can drive us home after." Yoongi said, getting in the driver's seat
I nodded, opening the door to the passenger's seat to sit inside his car with him. Closing the door, I felt frigid even if the car's air conditioning was not even turned on since the engine was not started. I wrapped my arms around myself, glancing at Yoongi who had his phone to his ear as he conversed with one of his men.
With the sound of the call ending ricocheting throughout the vehicle, a long period of silence settled upon the both of us. I watched hin breathe the visible gust of cool misty air as I rubbed my palms together. When he suddenly stared back, I instantly avoided his gaze awkwardly, coughing a little. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him smile smugly while shaking his head dismissively; silently chuckling at me.
"Stop." I dragged playfully, matching with a kidding glare
Yoongi laughed a little when I snorted out a laugh while turning to face him. He shook his head once more, laughing at how I must have sounded and looked. His gaze suddenly landed on the window in front of us. His eyes instantly lit up in fascination; as he grabbed my hand and tugged on it.
"Look at the stars." he said in pure amazement, gawking openly
Clearly caught off-guard by Yoongi's sudden action, everything seemed to not matter except the very man before me. His hand was starting to warm up mine and my eyes were glued to him as I watched the ounce of admiration double in quantity each second that passed by as he appreciated the celestial bodies.
I, however, no longer needed to stare at the stars because the very moment he held my hand, it felt like I was dragged into his universe. All I could see was him and all I wanted was to stay in this very moment; to be a part of his universe.
Yoongi turned to me questioningly as I quickly diverted my eyes away from him and averted them to the sky littered with stars instead.
"They're beautiful." he softly said as he carefully and slowly intertwined our fingers together
My heart started to pick up its pace since he kept on taking me by surprise. I had the desire of pinching myself to check if I was not dreaming; and indeed, I wasn't; since he gave my hand a slight squeeze and I felt it. He turned to look at me, giving me a soft and small smile before gazing at the stars again. Butterflies were present in my stomach while my chest started to erupt with overwhelming emotions.
Soon enough, my hand relaxed in his clutch as I leant on my seat comfortably and stared at the sky. I felt him softly turn to me and just stare heavily. Instinctively, I lifted my head a little to stare at him back and soon enough we were caught in each other's trances.
"I remember." he said out of nowhere with a calm but confused stare
My eyes widened a little as I felt his thumb glide on the top of my hand; like he used to do.
"You, what?" I breathed
"I remember the feeling of holding your hand." he stated in awe with a bewildered but calm tone
I was lost for words, blinking a little before feeling my mouth go dry as his eyes started to grow in enlightenment but confusion at the same time. He held me captured beneath his gaze and I had no choice but to stare back since I could never resist his captivating stare.
"We must be really good friends. Tell me about it?" he said, leaning back on his seat before sighing and relaxing
Just like that, I woke up to the reality that Yoongi was not aware of that we had something way more than that; however, I felt more relieved when he only asked about our friendship as children and probably the one after I lost my memories of him.
"Sure."
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"Are you sure?" he asked, popping another bottle of beer open
"Hm. Just give me the bottle already." I said, handing my hand out
Yoongi looked skeptically at me, furrowing his eyebrows before hugging the bottle to himself instead. I gasped, telling him go give me the bottle already with a stretched arm out to receive it.
"[Y/N], you're drunk. You drank way more than I did. You're not having this one." he slurred a little
"No! Give it to me, you bastard. As if you're not drunk, huh? You're just as drunk as me." I slurred back with my mind painting a distorted picture of my vision as my head spun
Yoongi just scoffed, tilting his head to stare at my drunk form. He puckered his bottom lip, shaking his head at me. I glared at him, reaching out for the bottle myself.
"Give it—" I extended my arm to reach as he kept it away from me
I pouted, seeing empty numerous bottles of what we consumed while I messily told him about how we became friends as children. Having me as a story-teller, drunk and all, gave no importance if Yoongi picked it up or not since he, the listener, was drunk too. The both of us were just sputtering things that our minds could make out; most of the time, things that we would not really say if we were sober. If I told the past to Yoongi with both of us being in our senses, I would probably be scared to tell him and just back out last minute. By that very moment, I appreciated the alcohol.
"Let's just share this bottle, okay?" Yoongi proposed, handing it to me warily
I nodded, taking the bottle and instantly attaching my lips to the bottle and began drinking the half of it. My eyes were closed but I could feel him staring at me as the alcohol started to linger in my throat completely. Sighing in content, I passed him the bottle and he started to finish it off.
"Nasty." he mumbled, experiencing the after-taste with a contorted expression of slight disgust
I just laughed a little as he placed the bottle next to the other empty bottles.
"That was the last one." he said, looking at me in the eye
I hummed in response, shifting on my seat to experience comfort. He heaved a sigh, doing the same. With my half-lidded eyes, I turned to him; admiring his eyelashes for a split second before he fluttered his eyes open. Completely out of my senses, I held his hand once more. I felt him wince in shock but soon proceeded to lock our fingers together just like before. I noticed a small smile play on his lips as I had one plastered on my face too. Heaving an inaudible sigh I leant my head back; pretending that we were just stupid teenagers doing stupid things.
I pretended that we had no responsibilities as heirs to such prestigious companies and that everything that has been going between Yoongi and I before never vanished nor were ever forgotten.