I am chilling at home being sad and empty because I don't have a friend to hangout with.

At like 8 in the evening, Yoongi pulls up at my house. I am completely unaware of it since my mother had let him inside the house without my permission. I still haven't told her that I am ignoring him.

He bursts inside my room, and catches me watching a TV show on my laptop with my back facing the door. I had my earbuds in and I didn't hear him.

Yoongi notices that I wasn't paying attention. Up until he crawled on my bed behind me, I didn't know he was there.

I feel my earbud being taken out of my ear and I panic.

"THE FUCK!" I scream and in full defense mode, I attack whoever is there.

"Chill. Its me," Yoongi calmly says and sits up on the bed.

I give him a dirty look. "Why are you here? I said we shouldn't talk for a while."

He sighs and lays down on my bed.

"Whatever you say, dude."

He clearly isn't taking me seriously.

I laugh sarcastically.

"Stop pissing me off and get out," I point at the door.

"Why you acting mad?"

"Im not acting."

"Yeah right. Let it be 18 years of friendship and now all of a sudden you are cutting our strings? Yeah make me believe that, idiot," he bitterly spits and pokes my forehead.

I was getting annoyed at the fact that he doesn't know how mean he is to me.

"You are really mean to me you know that?" I say and lay down but let my back face him as I watch my show without sound.

"I'm not. I've always been the same with you. I act like that with you because we are already comfortable. Isn't it right?" He tries to convince me.

I don't reply.

Yoongi is poking my back but I am not responding.

My heart starts beating fast from nervousness. I am not sure why..

"Y/N."

"What?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"..."

"Y/N."

"..."

I feel him move closer to me on the bed. He is close enough to let me feel his breath on my neck. How warm it is.

I am nervous. His scent is different lately. Lately he smells good. Like a man. You know? Like hot. Like a hot man. You know?

"Y/N."

I keep my mouth shut. I am about to choke on my saliva from nervousness.

Touch me touch me touch me, is going through my mind. Such thoughts never occurred to me before.

I feel Yoongi's hand slide on my waist.

He pulls me close and tight to his body, his hand around my waist, and his lips are close to my ear.

What the fuck? Is this seduction? Wait a minute..

"Baby," he whispers in my ear.

I feel goosebumps all of my body, so I jump up and off the bed.

"COULD YOU NOT!" I exclaim and shake my body off as if I was attacked by ants.

Yoongi is laying there, laughing at me.

"Dude for a second I thought you were into me," he says, still laughing.

"Huh..."

"I thought you were enjoying what I just did, haha," he repeats himself continuing to make me feel like a dumbass.

I fall silent.

I knew Yoongi wouldn't think the same as me. He is just the same as before. 

"Yeah what the fuck man. That was gross," I fake a laugh and sit on the edge of the bed.

What a lie. That was fucking amazing.