Before There Was You and Me

Chapter 8

Ten unanswered calls.

Twenty unread text messages.

One day since you last saw Yoongi.

One day, and you could still feel the whisper of his lips.

You tried to make everything go back to normal, but as you made coffee for a customer, you spaced out, thinking about what might have happened if you had just stayed and kissed Yoongi until dawn.

It was almost impossible to even think about facing Yoongi now.

You tried to convince yourself that he was drunk. He was tired and craved some kind of affection. You were just there at the right time for him.

But then again, he had called you of all people.

You shook your head and returned to wiping down the counter. Your phone buzzed again. Without even sparing a glance you knew who it was. Sighing, you moved on to restocking the shelves.

Four days.

Fifty unread messages.

Thirty missed calls.

With every buzz and ring it became harder to resist tossing your phone out your apartment window. It was impossible to think. It was impossible to get him out of your mind. At first you thought a little time would make things easier, but every time your phone buzzed or your thoughts strayed to Yoongi, your heart thumped wildly in your chest, threatening to jump right out.

When you let your mind stray, you were brought back to the kiss. Your lips were constantly bombarded with a feeling that something was missing.

Part of you knew what this all meant, but you were afraid. Afraid that it was all a mistake. Afraid that maybe these feelings had only bloomed because he had helped you, had been there for you when you needed someone to lean on the most.

You were lost in thought when the door bursted open and Jimin came storming in, followed closely by Hoseok.

"Y/N," Jimin yelled, "what have you done?"

You looked up halfheartedly. "Something horrible, probably."

"Horrible?" Jimin fumed. "All Yoongi writes are sad, depressing love songs. He has no motivation and absolutely refuses to see me!"

"Like he didn't do that before," Hoseok muttered, earning a hard look from Jimin. "The point is," Hoseok continued, "something happened between you two, and something has to be done." You nodded, staring down at the counter. Hoseok took your hand. "What happened?"

You sighed. "He was drunk the other night and I took him home. While we were there, he kissed me . . . and confessed. I panicked and just left."

"He kissed you?" Jimin asked. You nodded. "Did you kiss him back?" You bit your lip before nodding. "Then why did you leave?" Jimin exclaimed.

"I was," you began, "I was afraid it was just the alcohol talking. That it wasn't real."

Hoseok patted your shoulder. "It's alright. You were acting rationally."

"But why haven't you answered his calls?" a voice came from the door. You looked passed Hoseok to see Namjoon standing behind them.

You looked down. "I was scared."

"You were scared?" Namjoon asked incredulously. "Yoongi has been scared to death that what he'd done was irreversible. He's afraid that he's lost you for good." Namjoon's tone softens. "He cares a lot about you, Y/N."

You felt your eyes pickle at the thought of Yoongi going through so much pain. You met Namjoon's eyes. "What should I do?"

"Apologize," Namjoon suggested with a shrug. "I don't know, just do something so he knows you don't hate him."

You nodded. With an affirmed resolve, you took off your apron and slung it over the counter. "Where is he?"'

Namjoon looked surprised. "He's probably still at the studio. Are you really going now?"

You nodded. "Watch the shop, please," Jimin and Hoseok nodded as you passed.

It was Tuesday, and today you would make everything right. 

(Just a small chapter to help keep the ball rolling. Hope you liked it!)