There was an awkward silence when he didn't move to shake your hand, as he continues to stare at your finger. You clear your throat before you pull your hand back, swallowing the shame and annoyance you were feeling. Yoongi suddenly pulls your retreating hand, giving it a tight grip as he shakes it. "Nice ring. You're engaged?" He asks, his face and voice appears both startled and skeptical. 

No one around him reacted like he said something out of the ordinary, which makes you a bit relieved. You were just too conscious about the fact that you're seeing and touching Yoongi again. Your heartbeat races as you feel the warmth of his hand against yours. You do not even want to acknowledge that feeling. You can't be having that kind of sentiment when you are engaged to a wonderful man who loves you, and who you love just as much. Yoongi is your past. You were still young and reckless, who felt you can fight against the odds of you being together. You don't want to eliminate the fact that he broke your heart and it took you years to pull yourself back.

He releases your hand and you realized he is waiting for your reply to his question. You silently curse at yourself for being distracted. 

"Thank you, and yes I am engaged." You still refuse to meet his eyes as you said that.  

"Since when?" He asks again to your dismay. When is he going to stop asking questions which are irrelevant to your job? Are you being too sensitive because this is Yoongi asking? Your logical side asks you. For all you know, he can just be engaging you to a small talk and you're over reacting. 

"Three months ago." You reply. This is purely business and nothing personal, your mantra for this assignment.

"Really? How interesting. Well, congratulations." He said. Something about his tone made you look at him. Your eyes meet and you realize that he still has the same effect on you as he did eight years ago. You can't tear your eyes away from his. The corners of his lips turn before turning his attention to the concert director, sitting next to him. David on the other hand, shows you to your seat. 

You sit on your chair as you unconsciously began fidgeting at your ring. Did your cheeks feel warm because of your eye contact with Yoongi? You deny the fact that you are flustered about it.  

"Well guys, this is a buffet lunch so you can start grabbing your plates and I hope you'd have a pleasant meal." David announces. Everyone starts to stand up but you remain at your seat. You don't have the appetite to eat because you are so tensed.

"Let's go Y/N." Kyung-Mi comes over at your table. Her eyes goes from you to Yoongi, who is still at the table because he is still in deep conversation with the men around him. 

You stand up, but your phone starts to ring, your screen shows it's your fianceé, Dylan, who's calling. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling, you excuse yourself from Kyung-Mi. The other lady smiles as she nods because she saw your caller id says 'Babe'. You didn't see Yoongi's eyes follow you across the room as you made your way outside.

"Hi Babe, I'm on a work assignment right now." Dylan prefers video calls than voice because he insists he wants to see you. He is in Boston at the moment, because of work. He proposed to you just before he left. It's been three months now and he won't be back for another three. You visited him for a weekend two months ago, and you're scheduled to fly back again in two weeks. But it has to be delayed because of this sudden job assignment.

 "Right, you texted me about doing translation for a Korean singer. I've seen him perform at the American Music Awards last November. He's really good." He tells you.

Dylan knows who Agust D is, imagine that. He prefers country and classical when it comes to music so this is a surprise. 

"Yeah I know that." You catch yourself saying before you start to rephrase your words. " I mean, I've watched his videos earlier because I needed to know more about his songs. His manager suggested that so that I'd be familiar with it." You find yourself over explaining yourself.

"Oh ok. So, have eaten lunch yet?" Dylan asks. 

"I was about to. We're having this buffet lunch at the hotel's restaurant. Kylee was just here earlier." You turn because you feel someone's eyes were on you. Shit, you still have that instinct, feeling Yoongi's eyes whenever he looks at you. There he is casually strolling behind you as he walks towards the men's room. 

"Sounds fun. Make sure you don't over stuff yourself ok? I don't want my babe to get too bloated if you know what I mean." He jokes.

You chuckle despite of the uneasiness you felt when Yoongi passed by. "Don't worry about it, I know how to handle myself."

"I'm just reminding you. I want you to remain as perfect as you are. Gahd, I miss you so much." He exhales.

You start to lower down the volume of your phone. "I know, I miss you too."

"I can't wait to see you again." He said. His eyes giving you a tender look the way he always does.

"Me too babe, I want to see you just as bad." You whisper.

Dylan looks up as someone walks towards him. "I got to go back to work. Talk to you later babe, I love you."

"I love you too." You reply before you hang up. You can't help smiling to yourself after. You bask on the feeling of being smitten with Dylan. That is until you get that familiar tingling sense of being watched. You turn to see Yoongi standing a few steps away from you. His arms were crossed before him, as his shoulder rests at the wall.

"Whoa, look at you glowing with love. That looks quite familiar." He tells you with a smirk.

You clear your throat as you try to hold back your temper that's starting to rise. Why would he be saying that right now? You can't control your irritation anymore from his previous statement to this behavior right now. 

"Does it really?" You ask through clenched teeth.  

"Yes, I think I remember seeing that glow in your eyes before." His voice is soft and low as he spoke. His eyes scans your body making you fidget at your spot. 

"Well, good to know that you didn't suffer from amnesia, because your memory seems to be functioning well. Or is it a selective memory thing you're having?" Your annoyance starts to show as you spoke. You tried so hard to control your feelings but it still escaped.

He scowls at you. He's no longer the skinny boy he was eight years ago. His body is now lean and well toned, his skin softer and flawless and every single thing he is wearing is branded. You remember reading that he is one of the brand ambassadors of that company. He has gone beyond the Yoongi you once loved. But he still carries the same expression on his face whenever he gets mad at you. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks in a flat tone but it carries so much menace.

You shake your head.  "Nothing." You sigh. You don't want to bring up the past anymore. "We're supposed to have lunch. Your staff and manager might wonder why it's taking you a long time talking with me."

"So what? I don't fucking care." He replies with a sneer.

You cluck your tongue at him. "Language Mr. Min." Just as before, his anger doesn't affect you in any way. In fact, it just drives you to jibe him a little more.

He snorts at you. "Since when did you become such a prude?"

"Since a long time ago. You do not know that of course." You tell him as you start walking back towards the restaurant. You're too conscious of the fact that he is a popular celebrity now and his every move is being watched by everyone.

But he doesn't seem to care about it. He follows and walks next to you. "You've gotten better with your Korean." He is complimenting you but taunts you at the same time. He's trying to get even with your attitude earlier.

You nod your head before throwing a quick look at him "People change for the better. Just like you, you've gone so far from where you've started. Congratulations." You manage to counter his previous statement, though you are honest with your praise on him.

"There are a lot of things we need to talk about." He begins, but he had to stop when one of the patrons who's eating at the place walks up to him and asks for a selfie. He obliges, and you end up taking their pictures. When the customer walks away, he turns to you but didn't get to speak because David is standing next to him. He tells him he better starts eating. He then turns to you and says the same thing. 

Both of you were standing at the salad bar when he leans towards you and whispers. "We're not done talking."

You simply raise and eyebrow at him in reply.