You have a message! I am in the middle of doing my makeup when my phone dings. 

Text from: Y.O.O.N.G.I

BTW, don't get all fancy. Wear something casual, cute. See you soon ;)

I texted back

Jokes on you, I haven'e even changed yet. C U Soooon!!

I finished with my very, very simple makeup and stared into my closet. I settled on a white long sleeved top. It had cutouts on the shoulder and revealed around two or three inches of my midriff. To cover up that mess, I threw on a pair of black high waisted jeans. I put on my classic black converse and threw on a cropped leather jacket. 

I checked my phone. It was 2:45. I had 15 minutes. I sat down on my bed and turned on some music, allowing myself to let go, or at least until Yoongi showed up at my door. I let the songs play and I closed my eyes, letting the music consume me. 

Minutes later, I heard a knock at my door. I grabbed my phone, checking the time. 3:00. He was right. On. Time. I threw on a knit, beige, slack hat and answered my door. "Right on time, Mr." I said to him. I was glad I didn't go any fancier than this. He was wearing a red flannel with a white shirt underneath. His jeans were ripped just the right amount. 

"Am I ever not on time?" He asked. I smiled. he shook his head quickly after seeing my expression. "Don't answer that. You ready to go?" he asked, holding out his arm. I nodded, grabbing my circle sunglasses before taking his arm. 

he lead us to his car, where he opened the door for me. "What a gentle man." I said.He got into the driver's seat and checked his mirrors. He smiled. 

"Not for long." he said slyly. I looked at him. 

"What do you mean?" I tilted my head and smiled with him. All he did was shake his head. he told me I'd understand when we get there. We drove for about 5 minutes before he stopped in front of an arcade. 

He got out and opened my door. "This is your brilliant plan?" I ask him. "To beat me at DDR?" he laughs and shakes his head. 

"To beat you at table hockey!" He runs in and puts quarters into the machine. For the next hour and a half, Yoongi and I were laughing and running round, trying to beat each other at different games. By the end of all this, we both had more tickets than we could count. 

"Let's cash these in!" I said to him with a big smile. He smiled back, and I swear to god he lit up the entire arcade. He grabbed my hand and pan to the ticket counter where a familiar face was working. 

It took me a second to realize who it was...

I am so sorry for the short chapter but I felt like I needed to update. Comment who you think is behind the counter! Winner gets a shoutout!( Not even that good because nobody reads my crap but it's something...right XD)