I'm self consciously checking myself out in the mirror. What if I don't look okay? What if I look super ugly?

Then something hitting the window nearly gives me a heart attack.

"Park Jimin!" Yoongi screams with a grin as he obnoxiously continues to hit the car window. Which belongs to Kookie and he will kill me if something happens to his precious car.

"Would you stop hitting the window?" I ask getting out. Yoongi hits the window again making me almost loose my shit.

"Oh my gah! Kookie will kill me."

"I knew this couldn't be your ride. It's too cool."

"Gee, thanks."

"I'm kidding Park Jimin! You don't need a cool ride. You're already cool enough." He says smiling.

"Thank you. Was that a compliment?"

"Maybe. Whys his car in your house? Why're you in the car checking yourself in the mirror?"

"It's in my house because he came over last night. He's still here and I wasn't checking myself out. I was - there was something in my eye."

"Lies. You're always lying."

I finally notice that Yoongi is wearing his typical style. I love it when he wears long sleeve shirts with short sleeves on top. Then his ripped jeans and vans.

He looks perfect.

"What?" He asks noticing me starring. "N-nothing." I reply embarrassed. "You look decent." He says.

"Is that you trying to be nice?"

"Yep." He replies. "Okay that's good enough for me. You also look ..." perfect, hot, sexy, cute, breathtaking, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, stunning. "Decent."

"Thank ya. So can we go now? Do you need to tell your parents? Do I need to tell them?"

"Oh gosh no. No. I already told them and we're good to go."

Yoongi nods his head, "Okaiiii. Let's go then!"

"Can we see despicable me 3?"

"Jimin I already told you what we're watching."

"But I wanna see Despicable Me 3!!!!"

"Stop pouting."

"Agh."

"You're acting like a two year old."

"I want to see Despicable Me 3! Please!"

He opens his car door for me, "Shut up and get in."

>>>

He opens the theatre door as I walk in making my tummy flip flop. "Th-thanks."

Luckily, there's no line so we go straight to the window. "Two tickets for ..." Yoongi looks at me and sighs.

"I hate you." He whispers. "What?" I whisper back confused. He turns to look at the lady again.

"Two tickets for Despicable Me 3."

I almost squeal of excitement. I grin big as Yoongi frowns handing the lady the money.
When she hands us our tickets I squeal quietly.

"Thank you!!!" I say jumping up excitedly. "Don't make me regret it." He says with a frown.

"I like your frown."

"What?"

"I don't know. It's cute."

Yoongi looks down and then looks up ahead. There's a pink tint on his cheeks and it makes my heart flutter.

Yoongi blushing? That's life.

Like this is what I live for. I can die happy now because Min Yoongi blushed in front of me. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. This is magic. This is everything.

"Want some popcorn?" He asks. "Yes. I can buy the popcorn. It's only fair right?"

"I can buy it." He says. "But I want to do it. You already paid for my ticket let me pay for our popcorn."

I go up to the lady and ask for a big bag of popcorn along with two large drinks. After we pour in our drinks we head to the where we're supposed to go.

There's still commercials playing when we get there. In fact we're the first people here. We pick a seat in the very back.

We're watching the movie trailers and I reach to get popcorn at the same he does. Our hands touch and I pull away as if it stung me.

"Scared to touch me Chimchim?" He asks and I see a smirk spread across his face.

"N-no." I stutter shyly.

He smiles, "You can touch me if you want." He winks. He WINKS! I can barely handle the smile. I can barley handle him!

I grab popcorn shoving it in my mouth. Min Yoongi does things to me.

I hear him laugh and it's music to my ears.

After I cool down I glance at him. He's looking at the screen and I'm breath taken by him. Even from the side he looks like sex god. Dear lawdddd.

When turns and looks at me my breath gets caught and I gulp down trying to keep it cool.

"Hey Yoongi." I begin. "Hmm?" He asks his eyebrows going up. "Can ... I can I ask you something?"

"No."

"I don't care I'm asking."

He smiles, "Of course you are."

"So .. so last night ... when I said you know love you - you ... well you said love you too. It was probably a typo! Or maybe I don't know ... I wanted to know well -"

"It wasn't a typo. It wasn't a wrong text. It was for you."

"Oh. You - you love me?"

Yoongi shrugs, "I suppose."

"Suppose?"

"I don't know. I've never really loved anyone. Not in a boyfriend way anyways."

"Me either. Why do you suppose you do?"

"It feels different."

"As in how?"

"As in I feel different about you. You make me feel ... different."

"Oh? As in - as in how?"

"I don't know Park Jimin. But I really like your smile, I like spending time with you, I like you and  picking on you."

A soft giggle escapes my mouth and my cheeks heat up along with my whole body. Yoongi smiles, "You see that's what I mean."

"What?"

"Just then... when that soft giggle escaped your mouth. It was like oxygen to me and I need to hear more of it."

I smile so wide it makes my eyes shrink more and my jaw hurt. "You really mean that?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes and laughs, "Stop it. You're making me soft. I hate you."

I giggle again covering my mouth. The blush in my cheeks only deepens.

"Shhh! Let's watch the movie." He says turning his face to the screen. I glance at him a few more seconds and I feel myself smiling.

When I turn to face the screen I feel his hand on mine. My heart swells up at his touch. He intertwines his hand on mine and I would like to say my knees are weak at his touch, but, honestly he makes me forget I have knees at all.