"Yooooooongiiiiii!"
Nothing.
"Yoongi!"
"What?!"
I smile smugly as an angry looking Yoongi stomps into the living room.
"Can you get me some water?" I give him a sickeningly sweet smile. He huffs and leaves the room, going to get me some water.
Up until a few minutes ago everything was normal, but a simple thing changed this whole Yoongi babysitting thing in my favor.
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"So, what are you gonna do? Torture me?" I rolled my eyes, sitting on the counter.
"Don't tempt me," Yoongi says lowly as he opens the fridge. He pulls out a few things and I start to feel hungry.
"Yoongi...." I jump off the counter and saunter over to him. "Whatcha making?" I coo.
"Nothing for you," Yoongi smirks and I frown.
"Come on Yoongi you can't hate me enough to let me starve," I whine. Yoongi just carries on with making his food, ignoring me.
I follow him all around the kitchen, attached to him like a magnet but he still ignores me. When he's finished with his food he gives me a teasing look and I glare at him.
Without thinking I decide to take my chances and grab his food. Once I had the plate in my hands I turned and tried to run only to trip over Yoongis foot and fall to the ground with a thud.
"You really thought that would work?" Yoongi laughs at me. I roll over in pain, gripping my ankle. "What's wrong?" He seems suddenly interested in me.
"My ankle," I wince, trying to get up. "I think I twisted it."
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So, because of my stupid decision and Yoongi sticking his foot out to stop me, I was now sitting on the couch having Yoongi do everything for me.
"Thank you sir," I use two fingers to salute Yoongi as he places the water down on the table next to me. With a sigh, he sits down on the couch with me, all the way on the other end. "I dont have cooties Yoongi," I roll my eyes at the distance between us.
"I know, I just feel my brain cells dying when I'm too close to you," He shrugs, like what he said was the most casual thing in the world.
"Are you calling me dumb?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"If you have to ask...." He trails off, smirking to himself. I reach our from under my propped up foot and grab a pillow, throwing it at Yoongi. He jumps slightly at the impact, not expecting it.
"Did you just throw a pillow at me?" He asks.
"Well, If you have to ask...." I mock him, using his words from earlier. He angrily throws the pillow back at me, hitting me square in the face.
"I should have never agreed to this," Yoongi shakes his head. He rubs his face in his hands before looking back at me and scowling.
"Why are you here, huh?" I ask. "I'm sure any of them couldve watched me, and done it without injuring me in process," I struggle to reach for my water on the table. It was close enough, but in order to keep my foot propped up I needed to lean a lot, and if I leaned too far I'd fall off the couch.
"Not everyone wants to sit around and babysit you princess," Yoongi scoffs, watching me struggle.
"Then why did you volunteer, hm?" I challenge him. I was so close to the water, my fingers ghosted over the cold glass. "A little help?" I huff as I give up, unable to reach the water.
Yoongi laughs lightly from his spot. He starts to shake his head at me and then stops, an evil grin spreading across his face. He stands, slowly walking over to me. My heart rate starts to pick up at the sight.
"I'd be glad to help," Yoongi smiles a big fake smile. Before I have any time to react Yoongi swiftly picks up the glass, and before I know it, water hits the top of my head.
I gasp at the new feeling of cold water rushing over me. The ice lands in my lap and I close my eyes at the feeling. I can practically feel Yoongis smirk as I try and calm my breathing from the cold. When I open my eyes Yoongi is standing above me, glass in had, a very amused expression on his face.
"Oops," He shrugs, only angering me more.
Honestly, up until now we had been annoying each other, but now, now he went too far. He always did, in our little game, he always went too far. I would tease but he would push and push and push, until I wad lying on the ground, with a twisted ankle.
Yoongi starts to walk away but he doesn't get far. I grabbed the remote from the table and threw it square at the back of his head. He let out a pained yell as it hit him, kneeling down from the pain. He also managed to drop the glass in the process, shattering it.
"What the fuck?!" Yoongi turned around angrily, getting up from his kneeling position.
"You're really asking me 'what the fuck?' As if what just happened wasn't completely warranted," I snap at Yoongi. He rushes over to me but I stand up. Despite my ankle pain I don't want him to have an unnecessary advantage over me.
"You hit me in the head with a remote!" Yoongi exclaims.
"You're acting like you didn't pour water over my head a minute ago," I roll my eyes at him.
"Go away I have to clean this up now," Yoongi sent me a glare and turned away, walking back over the the shattered glass.
"Why are you here Yoongi? Hm? Why did you have to be the one to watch me? I know you hate me, so why spend unnecessary time with me?" I question him, wondering why any of this had to happen in the first place.
"Ara, just go," Yoongi says icily as he starts to gather the larger pieces of glass into a pile.
"You didn't have to be here. You volunteered. You could've been on the job with the rest of them but you chose to stay with me. Why? Why Yoo-"
"Because I wanted to scare you off!" Yoongi yells, cutting me off. I take a step back, shocked by his harsh tone. "You want to know why? Because I wanted you gone, and I thought that maybe if I got you alone I could get rid of you, happy?"
I was not happy. Despite expecting this very thing from him I was still caught off guard. He was so open about his feeling towards me, his very negative feelings. It didn't sit well with me.
"Just go to your room, Ara," Yoongis voice was softer now, like he was tired. I looked at him with cold eyes before swallowing hard, and walking up the stairs, making sure to hit him with my shoulder as I passed him.
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Yoongis POV
After Ara was up the stairs and I heard her bedroom door slam I walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a dustpan and the brush before returning back to where the broken glass was.
Ara looked so hurt, when I told her why I'd offered to watch her. I don't know why that thought kept popping into my head. It wasn't like I cared about her feelings, I wanted her gone. She was a danger to everyone here, they just didn't see that.
When Namjoon has asked us all who wanted to stay with Ara I was not the only one to offer, in fact, they all did. But I insisted, like it was something I needed to do. At that point, when I was practically begging Namjoon to let me stay, I had no plans of scaring Ara off. It wasn't until Ara kept firing those questions at me that I even thought of that.
I sighed, scooping the last of the glass into the dust pan. Namjoon seemed so hesitant to let me watch her, and maybe he had a good reason. While it wasn't my intention, it seemed I had done exactly what I said I wanted fo, scare her off. I knew it wouldn't be for good but it would be enough for the rest of the day with her.
At least she listened to me when I told her to leave, she was getting too close to the broken glass.
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Hi guys! Idk why but this took me forever to write
It's a different kind of chapter I guess because it's really only Yoongi and Ara. You get to see into Yoongis head a little bit at the end so interpret that how you want ;)
Thank you all for the continuous support on this story :) it warm my heart really
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