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"Say something, and it ain't gonna be only chicken wings thrown in your face."
"The tea is hot" you mumbled lowly to yourself, moving your eyes away from the television as you leaned down towards the table. Reaching a hand outwards, you picked up your cup of tea before carefully blowing down to cool it.
"Ow! Still hot" you winced, now quickly placing the cup of tea back down on the table before fanning on your tongue.
"Fanning isn't going to help you know" a voice chuckled from behind, causing you to turn around with a glare. There stood Yoongi, leaning against the wall as he was watching you struggle the whole time.
"Well, I thought my tea was cool enough" you retorted, now leaning back into the couch as you continued to watch another reality television show. With a smile, Yoongi walked on over into the living room to take a seat down next to where you were on the couch. You glanced in the corners of your eyes, noticing how tired he looked. His hair was messily ruffled everywhere, along with the prominent dark circles beginning to grow underneath his eyelids.
"Are you ok?" you unconsciously asked, now turning around to look at him. Hearing your sudden question, Yoongi turned around to look at you in return, a sad smile now on his lips.
"I'm fine, don't you worry about me" he reassured you, now reaching a hand up to softly caress your cheek. You smiled in return, leaning into the palm of his hand from his gentle touch. The sight could only hurt Yoongi more, knowing how much he really did love you and how it might not even work out in the end. Of course, he had to stay positive for that slim possibility of the desired outcome. But for now, all he could do now was to cherish every moment you both had left with each other before it was too late.
"Yoongi?" you called out, noticing the distant look in his eyes. Hearing your voice, Yoongi slowly lifted up his head, his eyes now meeting yours.
"Let's go on a date" Yoongi suddenly blurted out, earning a raised brow from you.
"A-a date?" you stuttered, earning a wide smile from him as he nodded his head.
"Yeah. So go get ready and we'll hit the towns!" he smiled, softly patting at your leg to get you up from the couch.
"Alright, I'm going!" you giggled, now standing up from the couch before walking over to your room. You softly sat on your bed, your heart now beating even faster by the interaction between you and Yoongi. The both of you may not be dating now, but you're certainly not opposed to the idea of it. If it meant you could wake up to his sweet, gummy smile every morning, then you're more than willing to be with him.
"Work must be tough huh? You've been coming home pretty late for the past couple of nights" you said to Yoongi, earning a nervous glance from him.
"Yeah, it's pretty tough." With your hand still in his, he held onto it tighter, afraid of letting you go. First, he had to lie to you about his job, and now he had to lie to you saying he was coming home late from work when in reality, he was late from planning the wedding. He just wished this could all end so he could be with you once and for all.
