Bittersweet

(***WARNING: There will be some profanity in this chapter and another tiny 18+ scene.)

I can't believe I just sent a text to my best friend's fiancé and we are meeting up tonight.

I got into the bus and made my way to the back of the bus. My phone started ringing as soon as I sat down. I looked at the ID and it was Yoongi who was calling me.

"What now Yoongi," I groaned out loud to myself before actually picking up the call.

"Hello, Yoongi."

He chuckled on the other end of the line before he replied back to me.

"Hi, Hani. I have a sink full of dishes. I need you to come over to wash the dishes for me."

I scoffed with my mouth wide opened.

"Really Yoongi?!"

"Yes, really Hani. And you forgot to call me Oppa."

I sighed loudly before agreeing to meet up with him. As much as I didn't want to, it's part of our deal to meet up with him whenever he calls and do whatever he asks of me.

I got off the next bus stop and flagged down a Taxi. Yoongi texted me his address and I gave it to the driver and he took off to Yoongi's apartment.

Once I arrived, I paid the driver and made my way inside the apartment complex. He lived on the 5th floor so I took an elevator up.

When I reached the room number he had given me, I rung the doorbell and waited for him to open the door for me. After waiting for about 30 seconds, I rung the doorbell again.

What the hell is this dude doing? He tells me to come over and he's not even home?

I was starting to get annoyed so I pounded on his door.

"Min Yoongi! You called me over and you won't even open the door for me?!"

I was about to pound on the door again, but a woman opened up the door and caught me by surprise. She was naked with nothing on, but a blanket wrapped around her body.

"Who the hell are you to be knocking on my door like this?!" She screamed at me.

"Uhhh.... I-isn't this M-min Yoongi's a-apartment?"

"No, this is not Min Yoongi's apartment! He lives next door in 507. Freaken idiot!" She yelled at me before closing the door in my face.

I looked at his text again.

'I live on the 5th floor, room 506.'

I looked at the room number in front of me and it was 506. I was confused. Not wanting to knock on her door again I went to the next room. I rung the doorbell to room 507. The door opened up immediately and there was Yoongi on the other end of the door with a huge gummy grin on his face.

What the actual fuck? Did he just purposely give me the wrong apartment number?

"YOONGI!" I shouted at him and push him inside. I slammed the door behind me and whirled around to glared at the mint hair boy who was laughing his butt off at me. He clutched his stomach and I could see tears in his eyes. Oh, how I wanted to kill him so bad this very moment.

"You gave me the wrong apartment number on purpose didn't you??!!" I screamed at him.

"I wish I could have seen your face. That ugly tramp next door was being too damn loud getting her brains fucked by some random dude she probably picked up at her corner. I needed you to stop them for awhile and let my ears rest."

I swear, if it weren't for our little deal, Yoongi would be six feet under by now. I took off my shoes and brushed past him into the kitchen and to my surprise, there were no dishes in his sink.

"What the hell Yoongi? You said you had a sink full of dishes?"

"I just needed an excuse for you to come over," he smiled back at me, wiping whatever tears were left in his eyes from laughing at me earlier.

"Since you have no dishes for me to wash and you've had your fun, I'm leaving."

I headed towards the front door to grab my shoes, but Yoongi grasped my wrist and pulled me into his living room and sat me down on his couch.

"Hey, what gives Yoongi?!"

"It's Yoongi Oppa. You seem to not like calling me Oppa," he responded back while leaning down towards me. His face was near mine and I shifted uncomfortably in place breaking the eye contact between us.

"I've just never really called anyone Oppa before, so it's still a bit weird for me. With Hoseok, I have to call him Oppa since I need him to like me. But with you, I'm more comfortable just calling you by your name," I answered back truthfully.

"Get used to it sweetie, because Hoseok isn't gonna be your only Oppa."

I was still trying to avoid his eyes, but I felt like they were burning holes right through me. Why does he keep staring at me? I wanted to leave, but Yoongi was clearly not allowing me to go.

"Hani, look at me. I have something to ask you."

I was hesitant, but eventually met eyes with Yoongi. His playfulness from earlier had vanished and his eyes had seriousness in them.

"W-what is it?" I stuttered back to him.

He finally sat down next to me.

"Hani, if.... if Hoseok...." he stammered to me. I've never seen him like this. I wonder what's up with him?

He paused and let out a long sigh before he continued.

"If Hoseok suddenly wants to meet up with you, can you not meet him?"

"Why would I not meet him?"

I didn't understand what was going on in his head. He knew of my plan and I have to meet up with Hoseok if I needed him to like me back.

And then it hit me.

He doesn't want me to meet Hoseok so he could keep me around because of our deal. He said he never wanted to help me. Ugh! Why did I even bother telling him anything in the first place? I slightly scoffed and then turned to face Yoongi.

"Don't meet with Hoseok? I don't think so. In fact, I'm meeting Hoseok tonight!" I said with a smirk on my face.

"Wait, what?! You're meeting Hoseok tonight!?"

"Yep. We'll be meeting at his family's hotel. The deal between us is going to be broken soon," I smiled victoriously back at the boy.

My smile faded as soon as I saw his eyes. Again, I'm hit with confusion. I don't know why he looked like he was hurt with a hint of sadness in them. He got up from where he was sitting and avoided my eyes this time.

"I tried to warn you. Don't blame me for your stubbornness. You can leave now."

He left me alone in his living room and walked into a room that I assume was his room.

"Dummy Yoongi. What the hell is his problem? How could a person change so quick?" I mumbled to myself while putting on my shoes.

I was about to open his front door to leave when I heard some moaning from the room next door. Yoongi was right. That girl was loud as hell. No shame what so ever just screaming 'fuck me harder' at the top of her lungs. I shook my head in disappointment towards that girl. If it's according to what Yoongi said, she has a lot of male partners. I've always thought that a girl should respect her body and never sleep around. If the person who she is sleeping with is someone she loved then that would be a different story.

I opened the door and left Yoongi's apartment. I walked past room 506 and then halted. I turned back around and stood in front of the room. I pressed the doorbell like crazy and pounded on the door really loudly and then ran around the corner. I peeked back to room 506 and saw the girl opening the door again. She was screeching in anger and then a guy showed up behind her trying to comfort her and get her back inside. She cursed at the guy and then kicked him out, butt naked. I tried hard not to laugh out loud. The poor naked guy was pounding on her door and then the door opened and the girl threw his clothes and shoes out the door before shutting it close again. The naked guy grabbed his stuff and quickly put them on and then ran away.

I smiled to myself before making my way down the stairs. I don't know why I did that for Yoongi. He may seem like such a jerk at times, but he has been pretty nice and sweet in many ways too. It's a bittersweet relationship that I have with Yoongi.

I felt my phone beeping in my pocket. I took it out and got a text from Hoseok.

'Sorry babe, but can we meet another night instead? Same place and time?'

'That's fine with me Hoseok. Just shoot me a text when you ready to meet up then.'

I wonder why he wanted to meet me at a hotel though. Out of all the places for us to meet, he chooses a hotel room.

What is there to do in a hotel room anyway?

To Be Continued...