#p.rep

She accidentally fell asleep, there was no intentions in staying this long at the other’s place. Her fault for sinking into a deep slumber when the sheets embraced her entire body comfortably. Head resting on a pillow and slowly with ease, her eyelids were fluttering closed, falling asleep on the couch with limbs sprawled lazily over it. Uneasy vision grazing over the walls in attempt to look for the time, squinting a couple of times to see the time as she feels her heart sink in a little.

It’s dangerous to be out but she couldn’t help but suddenly feel that urge to leave to head back home. It shouldn’t be too late to call for a taxi or at least look for one near the streets. Loose sleeve was pulled up to cover her dainty shoulder, body twisting in order to reach for her phone. Dialing another number to quietly ask for a ride back to her apartment complex. Gently whispers and her knuckles lightly caressing underneath her eye.

A sudden noise causes her to stiffen up, her head tilting to glance of Cael’s direction. Lips breaking into a brief apologetic smile since she was caught up in trying to have a vehicle drive to where they were currently. Home is all she can think about, being a burden is potentially something she feels whenever she stays over another’s place without a fair warning as well.

❝I got to go.❞ She managed to say when the call was dropped, inaudibly sighing when she meets gazes with his exhausted eyes.

She becomes obvious to him in her silent attempt, and he only watches first with lazy eyes that trail along her every action with heart sinking terror. He feels as if he’s twelve again ‘helpless’ and small; sitting with folded hands as distance surrounds him while footsteps travel quietly away and he is left to drown in his solitude. He masks his anger with sorrow, doe eyes seeking a trace of remorse in a fleeting frame.

The moment their gazes meet it’s as if film is rolling once again and blinking eyes reveal tired concern. “Leaving already?” He lifts himself from his resting position against the couch, outstretching his arm and allowing his fingers to fumble in their reach for her hand, which is met with his gentle touch. “You have to, huh? Where are you going?” He’s not so much curious as he is desperate. Trying to corner her into a position where the end solution be that she stay.

Asking for favors was never something Yoongi particularly excelled in. It was not that he was a nervous person; someone afraid and fumbling with their own words and letting their trembling fear of rejection or confrontation get the best of them. That wasn't it at all. Yoongi just was not too keen on the idea of having to depend on anyone for anything, nor did he like the thought of anyone thinking that it was the type of person that he was. Of course, the one thing he disliked more than seeming too needy and dependent was his parents ridiculous notion that having a significant other was a necessity to life. 

‘Have you found anyone special yet?’ They would ask him constantly. ‘I’m sure there’s at least one girl who’s interested in you.’ Maybe that one was the truth; maybe there was a female out there who would have developed some sort of crush on Yoongi. Found him cute, or admirable. Even if there was, Yoongi probably wouldn't notice it. He’d always been sort of oblivious when it came to the feelings of others most specifically in terms of love. Dating just was not something Yoongi had ever been interested in doing and therefore he’d spent the entirety of his life single without paying it any mind. 

Things would have continued on that way, until his parents took it upon themselves to set Yoongi up on a blind date. He refused, of course, but his parents were persistent in getting him to agree to it; constantly pestering and nagging until Yoongi had finally cracked, and the words slipped before he could stop them. He told them he’d already had a girlfriend to which they were more than excited to hear, but also very skeptical. His “confession” was followed by a million and one questions, one of them being what the girl’s name was, and afraid of being caught in a lie Yoongi blurted out instantly, ‘Hyejeong. Her name is Hyejeong.’ 

Sleepy eyes seek their first destination, the pleasant scent of breakfast aroma being Yoongi’s guide as he finds himself in the kitchen blinking awake. It had not been too long now since moving in and most of everything was already unpacked and settled; the place beginning to look homier and homier every rising sun. Yoongi was getting used to it. That, and the presence of another whom he really did not know much about yet besides her name and the fact that she never failed to put food on the table; a bonus being that all of it tasted good.

So far productive conversation was not something that happened often, but he did notice a few things. Like the foreign patterns in her speech, and the way her words released a bit broken every now and again. He also noticed how easy it was for her to stumble over her own two feet, chuckling in light amusement at her slightly clumsy nature. On most occasions, Yoongi was not this attentive, but there was something about this girl he found interesting; plus seeing as this was now someone he’d be spending most of his time with on a daily basis, he figured it was about time he got a taste of just what it was this girl was really about.