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interlude
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My fingers glide hastily across my keyboard on my laptop, almost too fast for my screen to keep up the pace on my research. I'm sitting in my bed, legs criss-crossed with my sweats on.

My eyes are squinted, intense focus on the bright screen in front of me, myths about time-traveling taking up my browse-history. My window is slightly creaked open, the chipping of the birds outside distracting me.

The past week has been a complete mess. I've somehow travelled back in time, currently in freaking 2010. My only friends right now are Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung as surreal as it may sound.

I sigh before rubbing my tired face with my hands, getting frustrated about the missing clock.

How do I return to my own time?

I glance around my room, seemingly as it has always been — no sign of the golden clock.

I swallow, closing my eyes and fall back into my bed, a loud huff leaving my body.

My eyes dart open feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I groan as I slowly fish it up from the sweats that are almost plastered into my body by now.

It's Yoongi. 

My smile widens, knowing he wants to hang out with me. It still feels weird being friendly and casual with my ultimate idol and bias.

It's freaking weird actually.

The past days him and Taehyung has been showing me Daegu and their favorite spots scattered around in the city. It's different from Seoul— but I like it here.

I rise from my bed, walking across the creaking wooden floor before reaching my mirror.
My eyes widen seeing my reflection.

I look freaking gross.

My hair is all over the place, my skin is irritated, dark circles formed under my eyes due to the lack of sleep. Maybe I should brush my teeth. When was the last time I did that?

Ew.

Putting in a little effort, I manage to look somewhat presentable as three subtle knocks are heard from downstairs.

I run down the stairs, peeping through the window in the door, flashing a big smile to the man outside my door. I swing open the door, tilting my head to the side as I greet him.

"Hi lipgloss."

He's wearing a black oversized hoodie that looks like a replica-copy of Supreme, ironically.

I bite my bottom lip, forcing a giggle to stay inside of me.

The hood is pulled over his soft, bare features, the dark hair hanging down loose in his face, almost reaching hit small eyes, that are currently rolling over my greeting.

He's carrying two pizza-boxes, the smell reaching my nostrils so fast that my stomach starts to growl. I can't remember the last time I ate a proper meal.

"Whatever." He says, his head shaking a tiny bit as he trots inside, trying to balance the pizzas as he chugs off his black high-top Converse in the hallway.

A small smile forms on my chapped lips, a warm feeling erupting in the pit of my stomach seeing him all soft and natural.

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"Do you want the last piece?" He asks casually sprawled in the couch, scratching the back of his head as his eyes reach mine.

I raise my brows at him, rolling my lips together at his politeness.

"I know you love a good old Hawaii-pizza, so you can have it," I grin, reaching out and pushes the pizza-box in his direction, "I'm full anyway."

His eyes light up, a small chuckle leaving his throat before he looks at me once again, his brows now furrowed in confusion.

"How do you know I love pineapple pizza? I didn't tell you."

I freeze, my eyes darting to the small table in front of us.

I know because you're my biggest idol.

I lick my lips before plastering on a forced smile, hoping he wouldn't notice my bad skills in lying.

"Oh— You did tell me. The night of your gig — when we ate with Tae afterwards."

Yoongi scrunches up his nose, blinking a few times. He then shrugs his shoulders and starts eating the pizza slice, not really caring how I actually know about his favorite things — Bangtan Bombs, interviews, music videos. . .

My stomach starts to hurt, so I try to divert to a different subject as fast as possible.

"Are you ready to go to Seoul tomorrow?"

His eyes leave his precious slice of pizza to look at me instead. A soft smile forms on his moist lips, his eyes beaming with excitement just hearing the mention of the idol-city.

"I guess so. . ." He trails off, "I'm just nervous. What if I won't be what they're looking for?"

"You will, Yoongi. Trust me." I say, certainty plastered in my voice. I know for sure that he'll succeed.

He smiles at me, nodding in thankfulness.

"The bigger question is. . . How are you going to survive a few days without me?" His eyebrow cocks up, a sly look forming on his face as he finishes the pineapple pizza, licking his lips.

I scoff, rolling my eyes at him.

"I have Taehyung. I don't need you— lipgloss." I say playfully, my eyes narrowing at the last word.

Yoongi sighs, closing his eyes, before he yeets away the carton his pizza had been on.

He jump from one end of the couch to mine, attacking by hovering over my smaller body. I laugh out loud seeing him trigger off by my nickname to him, and his punishment to me is tickles.

He pokes his fingers all around my body, before squeezing my waist with his delicate fingers, earning a squeal from me. A wide smile is plastered on his face, his eyes scrunching up and crinkle. They sparkle with joy as he stops tickling and look down on my red cheeks beneath him.

I try to catch my breath, but the way he's looking at me makes it hard. I swallow the lump in my throat, feeling my fingers get sweaty.

I reach up to him, playfully pushing at his chest.

"Yah, I learned my lesson." I smile.

He shakes his head a bit, removing his eyes from me, looking like someone who just came back to planet earth. He chuckles lightly, before releasing his tight, but gentle grip on me, sitting back up in the couch, his hair a mess.

He looks so cute.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, and I catch myself in admiring his profile.

The way the afternoon sun gently strikes his beautiful features with such elegance, in a way that his milky skin glistens like a small river-bed dancing in the sunlight. His lips glimmering with the slight wetness on them, the poke out from his tongue in the side of his cheek. His nose perfectly shaped, the rounded tip scrunching up slightly before he blinks with his long, dark fluttering eyelashes, framing the dark-brown obstacles staring out in the golden room.

I clench my jaw, feeling my face burn and my heart skipping a beat.

Wait—

This can't be happening.

I can't fall in love with him.

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