CHAPTER 7

"Well, you two look lovely."

You and Yoongi sat at the private table next to each other at a high end restaurant. Mr. Yun was observing the two of you's downcasted nature.

Your eyes shift to the right, only to find yourself critiquing the eloquent design of the wallpaper.

Yoongi tapped his fingertips on the table, humming to himself.

Mr. Yun sighs, calling the waitress.

After placing all of your orders, you excuse yourself.

"Where is your mask and hat?" Mr. Yun queried.

Rolling your eyes, you take them out of your purse.

"Please wear them. There are journalists and paparazzi around. I'm sure they'd love to see Min-ssi here traveling with a foreign girl to create a scandal."

"You don't think that they can come up with one all by themselves?" You snarl, putting your hat and mask on.

Yoongi got up to excuse you.

Leaving the private area, you amble down the hallways to the restroom. You hugged yourself, lost in thought as you walked by a few employees.

You kept repeating the same scene in your head. The urge to strangle Yoongi was apparent. But the constant craving to have him strangle you was stronger.

You toss yourself into the women's room, moaning as quietly as possible. "Control yourself, (Y/N)."

You went into a stall, shutting the door quickly. Taking labored breaths, you tried to remain composed.

This wasn't like you at all. You've never been troubled by a person like Yoongi. And yet, these past few weeks have been very promising with trials and tribulations.

A few women entered the bathroom, gossiping about the photographers that were waiting outside. It was apparent that many were aware that Yoongi is in New York.

One of the women spoke up. "I heard that he's actually here. But I don't see him anywhere?"

"Listen, you better leave my man alone. Let him have his space. We'll see him at the concert."

"But you can't tell me that you don't wanna see such a fine specimen up close in person."

All of them became quiet. "You're right."

You roll your eyes. With your last sigh, you exit the stall to wash your face.

The women glanced at you, looking you up and down.

Your attire was rather distinctive—as though you've picked up a Korean trend.

Wasting no further time, you rush out with a paper towel in hand. Thankfully, you did not wear much makeup besides lipstick. So wiping your face with some haste was not an issue.

Returning to the table, you saw that Mr. Yun wasn't there. Yoongi got up to let you in. You hesitate for a moment, questioning whether or not you truly wanted to be near him.

He grabs your hand, pulling you close. "I'm sorry."

You had no immediate thoughts of his apology. So you only nod.

Yoongi's eyes wandered. Lowering his voice he said, "Sit down. Hurry."

Oddly the change of his tone sparked urgency.

Scooting into the booth, you sit down next to the star. You looked around, trying to find what was concerning Yoongi. There you see the same women from earlier. They were sneaking around the restaurant, obviously looking for the rapper.

Hastily, you take off your jacket to cover Yoongi. You could only wonder how these girls managed to pass security. Then again, when you came and left the restroom, no one was watching the halls.

Turning to Yoongi you ask, "Where's Mr. Yun?"

"He went to make a phone call."

"Oh great."

The group of women looks in your direction with raised eyebrows.

You gulp, realizing how anxious you're becoming.

"Hey. Do you know about a BTS member being here today?"

"Um…" Your lips begin to tremble. "…no. But I know a few concerts for AGUST D are happening this week."

"We're looking for him."

"Ah."

Awkward silence follows.

"Are they okay?" One of the women interjected.

You look at Yoongi, who remained lifeless under your jacket.

Shaking your head, you redirect your attention back to the fans. "Yeah, just resting until our food comes." You smile.

More silence followed.

"You guys do realize that this is a private space, right? You shouldn't even be back here."

"Sorry. We're just looking for AGUST D."

"…okay. Well, he's not here, as you can see." You add a chuckle to your words to sound less rude.

The women nod skeptically, slowly making their exit.

After thirty seconds, you rub Yoongi's back. "I'm going to check if they're actually gone."

You walk towards the hallway and look in both directions to make sure they were absolutely out of sight.

"You can come out of your shell, now, Yoongi."

Yoongi pops his head out from under your jacket as though he was suffocating. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You go back and sit across from him. "Where is your security anyway? Those girls should not be able to come back here so easily."

"Beats me."

"Please call Mr. Yun."

"(Y/N)." Yoongi eyes you.

Overcome with anxiety you mumble. "…what?"

"With all seriousness, please. Give me until after my tour."

"It's fine, Yoongi."

He shakes his head. "It's not. I wasn't considering your feelings."

There wasn't much for you to say.

Yoongi lowers his head, clasping his hands together. "You have every right to hit me."

"Ah," Folding your arms you scoff. "That won't solve anything."

"Maybe not now…but," He raises his head to see you. "I'll make it up to you."

Curious, you ask how.

The two of you stared. You could feel your heart clenching, knowing what it was desiring.

Like second nature, Yoongi licks his lips when he notices how juicy yours looked.

Not wanting to be sucked into another loophole, you fix your gaze at the table.

The waitress then came with your meals.

When the waitress sat your plate in front of you, it dawned on you that you took Mr. Yun's spot.

Oh well. You thought.

Yoongi tracked your hand that was reaching for the fork. He watched you take a bite.

With a grin stretching across his lips, Yoongi tapped his finger on the table. "Enjoy."

You smile and nod, continuing to eat in silence.

The music was playing, which kept you sane, thankfully.

Yoongi ate his meal, almost cleaning his plate.

Awed by his table manners, you gawked. "Damn, son…"

Yoongi glanced up at you, choking on his last bite. He indicated that he needed his back patted, prompting you to scurry over to his side and slap the middle of his back consecutively.

He eventually settles in his seat. "You saved me."

"Don't fall in love, yet." You simper.

Yoongi takes your hand that was tailing across the table, kissing it. "Thank you for coming to America with me."

"I mean—it's not like I had a choice." You laugh reluctantly. "I live here."

"Well, you could have come back after I left Korea."

"Well, it wouldn't have made any sense."

"And why's that?"

You remain mute.

Yoongi chortles at you. "Sorry, this is not the time to joke. Right." The rapper clears his throat. "Sorry."

Rolling your eyes, they meet with Mr. Yun who has finally returned.

"Oh dear, the food has already arrived."

"Yep." Scooting over, Yoongi taps the seat next to him. "Come here Mr. Yun. I made sure to make the seat extra warm just for you.

Mr. Yun looks at you. "What happened here?"

"It's just Yoongi being Yoongi."

"Ah."

Frowning, Yoongi pulled his manager's plate of food towards him. "I should eat your food since you're agreeing with her."

"I didn't agree with anything Min-ssi."

"Mhm."

Sitting by Yoongi, Mr. Yun places his phone face down on the table.

Once he begins eating, you clear your throat to get his attention. "Where is Yoongi's security?"

The manager swallows his food and glances at you. "Why?"

"Three girls came back here just a moment ago."

Before you could continue, Mr. Yun chokes on his meal. "W-What?!"

Nodding with conviction, you continue. "They said they were looking for Yoongi. Thankfully I had this jacket and was able to cover him up so they couldn't see him."

"You've got to be kidding me…" Taking back his phone, Mr. Yun dials a number.

By the look on his face, you knew Mr. Yun was extremely pissed off.

Indignantly he rants m at the person on the other line in Korean. The embarrassment you felt for the person receiving the heat was unachievable.

He slams his phone on the table. A minute later, a few staff from the restaurant and security guards from Yoongi's crew pop up.

You gape at their uniformed entry.

Standing up, Mr. Yun began giving a sermon in his native tongue. You eye everyone who was listening, including Yoongi.

"You will not fail again."

They all nod in unison.

You found yourself dropping your head to the table, not wanting to be noticed.

Yoongi sat in front of you with a questionable frown. He didn't understand why there was no security around at all. He didn't notice initially since he had a lot on his mind—including you.

The security then stationed themselves at different sections of the hallway.

The staff apologized for the inconveniences and explained that there was a miscommunication with their manager on where their personal security would be.

"Don't repeat this offense again." Mr. Yun sneered. "We paid good money to eat at this establishment with no issues."

"Yes sir. We will settle this right away." And they left.