"So, Y/N," Yoongi propped his face on his hands, leaning towards me.
I gulped and slowly met his gaze. "Yeah?"
I had finally forced myself out of the bathroom after five long minutes, hoping more than anything for this day to be over.
The moment I got home I planned to ask my parents to let us move to Antarctica.
Right after I fed Taehyung's clothes to the kangaroos in Australia, of course.
Another hint of a smile crept along Yoongi's face and my heart fluttered slightly in me despite my dark mood.
Just the way the tips of his lips curled seemed to transform his divine, cold face into something warm and sweet.
The day in the parking lot memory flashed across my mind once again.
"What do you like to do in your free time?" the star basketball player asked, sounding almost genuinely interested.
I was about to tell him I enjoyed art and cooking, but of course the little demon in my ear instantly took his opportunity.
"Tell him your hobbies include fixing the kitchen faucet and cleaning toilets because you want everything clean" Taehyung snickered. "And make it sound believable."
I forced a smile on my face, physical pain rippling through my cheeks as my muscles reluctantly obeyed me. "I like to fix the kitchen faucets when they get stuck and cleaning the toilets of my house because everything has to be clean, you know?"
"Hmm," Yoongi hummed a little, face unchanging as he roasted the crap out of me with his next words. "Is that why you took so long in the bathroom a few moments ago? Because you were cleaning the toilets?"
"I-" I sputtered a little.
Did I imagine Yoongi chuckle a little at my incredulous reaction?
I must have because by the time I remembered how to form coherent words his face was back to the smooth, softly amused and thoughtful expression of his.
"I just...was fixing my make up," I stammered a little, scrambling for a last minute excuse.
Yoongi abruptly leaned forward a little and my breath lodged in my throat a little as his glorious, pale yet fair skin of his face was only inches away.
"You're not wearing that much make up," he remarked, tilting his head a tiny bit and I caught a glimpse of silver black piercings flash on his left ear.
"So?" I knitted my brows together a little, unable to tear my gaze away from Yoongi's despite the close distance between us two.
Yoongi offered a little smile, softening his icy features more than ever. "I like girls who don't wear heavy make up."
I felt my cheeks flush in both embarrassment as well as pride, ignoring Taehyung yelling to 'abort mission' in my ear.