Kapitel 5: CHAPTER 5
Strumming his guitar, Yoongi played a tune. You could hear him from his bedroom while you finalized your suitcase.
He was making sure that he tuned the strings accordingly.
Coming into the living room with your luggage, you exhaled. "What time is your manager coming to get us?"
Yoongi stretched his arm to peer at his smartwatch. "In a few." He began packing his guitar. "Why? Are you in a rush?"
"Nothing of that sort," You responded as you stopped in front of his chair. You placed your hand on your hips.
Standing up, Yoongi glanced at you while stretching his back. "Come here."
Befuddled you froze. "Uh, what?"
Yoongi smirked at you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you into his arms.
Flustered, you questioned this man's mental state. "Are you feeling okay, oppa?"
"Oppa?" Yoongi gives you a questioning look. "Why so formal?" He plays with the curls that hang cutily from the front of your ears.
It annoyed you a little since you didn't like anyone touching your hair. But you pouted, lowering Yoongi's hands.
"Say you love me."
Your eyes widened. "Really, Yoongi?" Turning away you try to hide your cherry colored cheeks.
Yoongi took your chin, turning it back to him. Staring into your eyes, the black haired man chuckled.
"…what's so funny?"
"I don't know." Shrugging, Yoongi whispered, "You're always nervous when I get in your personal space."
"Well, it's not that I don't like it," You laughed sheepishly. "I just don't know if it's okay—"
"Blah, blah, blah." Staring at your lips, Yoongi licks his own before kissing you.
You could feel the pressure in the top half of your body depleting.
Carefully, you wrap your arms under his arms and lock your hands onto his shoulders.
He turns the two of you around so that he can rest on top of your body in his original seat.
He grips your hip with his left hand, grunting softly.
"Can I take you here?"
"Ah…" You try to catch your breath as Yoongi was on the move.
Abruptly, your phone began to vibrate uncontrollably.
Yoongi obviously heard it but kept you pinned under his masculine arms. Kissing you for a bit longer, he sucked his teeth. "Who's calling you right now?"
"Maybe it's your manager?" You raise an eyebrow.
Getting up, Yoongi targeted your phone, snatching it up. He glared at the ID Caller.
"It is my manager that's calling…" He sighs. "Hello?"
"I'm waiting for you downstairs."
Before he could say another word, Yoongi buds in. "Coming down now." He tosses your phone onto your lap after hanging up. "Let's go. He's waiting for us."
Taking your belongings; you follow Yoongi down to the parking lot where Mr. Yun was waiting in a black jeep with dark tinted windows.
Yoongi helps you in while the manager and another security guard come out to help lug yours and Yoongi's suitcases into the trunk.
Yoongi happily climbs into the seat next to you and grins.
You giggled, trying to minimize your obvious affection for the guy.
Mr. Yun glanced at his rear view mirror, eyeing the two of you. "You aren't doing anything that would raise concern, are you? Min-ssi?"
Yoongi frowns, folding his arms. "Mind your own business."
The manager chuckles and shakes his head. "If your fans find out that you're messing around with other girls—"
"Yeah, and who cares if they do?" Yoongi snaps. "Everyone was supportive when they found out Namjoon has a wife and kids!"
"You know how it is in Korean Media." Mr. Yun intercepts. "If you're not wholesome and pure as your image portrays, you might end up being caught in a scandal."
"F— the media. Maybe I like a good scandal."
Mr. Yun frowned really hard. "You've been doing so good these past ten years…don't ruin your career over a girl."
Yoongi remained silent afterwards.
You couldn't believe they were having this conversation right in front of you.
You couldn't even tell if Yoongi was trying to defend you or just defend himself. It bothered you a little.
You hugged yourself, inching towards the window. Staring out, all you could see were cars surrounding you as the group you were with made their way to the airport.
Arriving, you were dumbstruck to see so many fans waiting with large signs signed with hearts and love for their kpop idol.
Yoongi got out of the car with his black face mask glued to his face. His security made room for his exit as they escorted him into the airport. Yoongi waved at a number of fans, trying his best to accommodate all of their farewells and good wishes.
You hurried after Yoongi, still remaining as poise as possible while pacing after the quick rapper.
You were ready to call out to him when an intrusive thought bit you.
Yoongi needs to keep a good rep. You thought.
You retract your hand immediately, almost as though you were about to touch something forbidden.
Your mind pauses.
What am I doing here? You wondered.
Your eyes bounced left and right, seeing the looks of many faces. You questioned if they were looking at you with disgust.
They probably hate you.
I mean—they don't. But they do.
You're walking on the main path to the same plane as Min Yoongi.
Meanwhile, the rest of the fan club gets to watch with belts stretched down the aisles to prevent them from even touching the fringes of Yoongi's clothing.
You were about to have a meltdown.
You felt a polite nudge from behind. Mr. Yun was encouraging you to continue forward.
Smiling timidly, you resumed your trek to the scanners, skipping the line and finally caught up to the star.
Yoongi breathed, trying his best to remain composed. "No matter how many times I've done this…even with the group, this feels so surreal."
"You don't say…" You mumble.
"Either of you want something to eat before we board?" Mr. Yun asked.
The rapper tapped his chin. "Well," He looks to you for an answer.
You shrug quickly, not wanting Yoongi's manager to eye you any further.
"Let's get a burger. Any Shake Shack around here?"
Mr. Yun laughs. "Of course. Give me what you want to order and I'll request one of the guys to get it for you."
"Nah," Yoongi takes your hand. "I wanna go myself."
Yoongi's gesture leaves you puzzled. "Uh…Yoongi?" Your eyes drop to your entangled hands.
He gives you a questioning look. "What's the problem?"
"…nothing. I'll tell you later."
Mr. Yun exhaled. "I'm telling you, if there's paparazzi around here, we're finished.
"I like the way you think, sir." Yoongi smiles and leaves with you tailing him.
Once his manager is out of sight, Yoongi drops your hand and faces you. "So, what's up?"
Anxious, your mind locks up. It's not like you've never conversed with Yoongi before. But in the public eye, you were definitely the enemy for even breathing the same air as him. "I…was listening to the convo between you and Mr. Yun in the car."
His smile disappearing, Yoongi monotoned. "…oh.
"I don't want to cause you any problems. I know how Armies think…and you're one of the seven most valued beings out here." Laughing wearily, you add, "I don't want any paparazzi to come and take that from you."
"(Y/N)," Yoongi breathes. "As much as it pains me to say this, it's my life."
"Not when you're an idol, no."
You stare at each other.
"Yeah, well, touché."
Yoongi leaves you there to step on the line. He read the menu whilst holding his hand out to you. You couldn't understand the way Yoongi thinks. He was too risky.
Closing your eyes, you smile. You step next to him and playfully take his hand, and then you let go.
Yoongi pouted.
"Yoongi, I'd love to be so openly squishy and romantic with you, but I can't even pretend to be a cousin of yours!" You huff.
You stare at each other again.
"Listen, if anyone has a problem with you, I'll let my security handle it."
"Lord, take me home…" You facepalm.
"We are going home." The rapper grins.
It clicked in your head that you were going back to the US.
"Time really flies…"
"Anything you'd like to eat, Kitty?"
You've completely forgotten that you were waiting to order. "A Shack Burger with Cheese Fries, and a Sprite, please."
"Coming right up." Yoongi jested. Once the order was placed, he whistled.
Your eyes wander around the airport, curious as to how many people would gasp if they realized The Min Yoongi was right in their vicinity.
You could only imagine.
After ten minutes of what took forever, Yoongi handed you your bag of food and drink. "We can enjoy this on the plane."
You smiled. "Okay."
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