Chapter 6
That face.
That cute… annoying… perverted face.
Yoongi.
"What are you doing here, you pervert?" she snapped.
He blinked, clearly offended.
"Pervert? Can't I get a better nickname?"
"Mr. Pervert?" Her expression hardened, while Yoongi pouted like a scolded child.
"You followed me, didn't you?" she accused.
"No."
She stepped closer.
"So what? You came for my attention? Or to see my skirt fall again? Or my lips on yours?"
Her voice lowered dangerously.
"Or maybe to tell the shop owner I'm your girlfriend so you get a discount?"
She moved forward.
Yoongi moved back.
Until his broad back hit the cold white wall.
"N-No…" he stammered.
"Then why are you here?"
She slammed her palm beside his head, trapping him.
"To… to buy this."
He quickly raised the drink like a shield.
"Oh."
She pulled her hand away, embarrassed for a second.
"I came to tell you...."
"Sorry?" she scoffed.
"I won't accept that unless I kiss you back, you tell everyone we're dating, and I see you without a shirt."
She crossed her arms.
"Then we're even."
He stared at her, stunned.
"…Anything except the kiss?"
He said.
... "So you're afraid of kissing, but you kissed me?"
Silence.
"Okay," she said calmly. "Anything except the kiss."
She picked another flavor of the drink.
"I didn't kiss you on purpose," he confessed suddenly.
She froze and turned back.
"I kissed you because you entered the wrong bathroom," he continued softly.
"If my friends had seen you… you could've been suspended."
Her eyes wavered.
She said nothing.
Then, under her breath, she muttered,
"…Not all of them are bad."
"…Just the girls."