CHAPTER 8

You couldn't believe how nasty Yoongi's manager could be. But you understood it was necessary if Yoongi is to be respected.

"…unbelievable." Mr. Yun plops down next to Yoongi, this time less attentive to his food.

"Not hungry?" Yoongi asks.

"I'll take it to go. I need to make sure that our guides are going to arrive on time." And with that, he took his leave once more.

"What a busy man." Yoongi grins.

"I feel bad."

"Why?"

"He has to deal with nonsense like this just to protect you."

"It's his job."

Hearing Yoongi's tone made you give him a certain look.

He wasn't looking at you anymore. He focused his attention on his phone, scrolling through it.

Again, you didn't want to be around him.

After a while of waiting, it was finally time to go.

Mr. Yun gave Yoongi the clearance to explore the city before his concert date.

You sort of wondered where it left you since you weren't a part of Yoongi's event to begin with. It's hilarious though, because you planned on going to see AGUST D. Who knew you'd have an opportunity to meet him before that time?

This was becoming even more surreal.

Yoongi stood outside of the hotel with you standing a few feet across from him.

Onlookers would pass by, wondering who this handsome man was.

He leaned back in his posture, resting his hands in his pockets. With shades covering the star's eyes and a mask shielding his lips, he looked like a typical mysteriously attractive guy from a manhwa.

You chuckle to yourself because you are such a fangirl for Korean styled comics.

Yoongi notices, gazing at you.

Realizing he was concentrating on you, you stiffen up.

"(Y/N)."

Making no eye contact, you grumble. "Yes?"

"You know, you should probably have a disguise too."

"Oh geez…" You glower. "You now realize that?"

Scoffing, the rapper grabs your hand. "Let's go sightseeing for a bit."

"What?"

"We got time. Besides, I'm gonna be going to Long Island around 6:00 PM to do stage rehearsals."

"Ah," You pause. "Right."

Walking beside him, you remove your hand from his.

You try to keep at his pace.

"Let's go in here." The rapper points at a high-end apparel store.

You glance up at the awning, seeing that it was an Ultimate Beauty store.

Tailing behind the rapper, you felt out of place and poor walking into a store that smelled like it was made for the rich. You gazed at the amount of beauty products on many shelves. They weren't to your taste, and so it was easy to overlook them.

Abruptly, you bump into Yoongi, hitting your nose in the center of his upper back. Startled, you bounce backwards.

Yoongi stared at a bottle sitting on the shelf. It appeared to be a cologne he's particularly fond of.

"I've been looking for this brand for a while." He takes the sampler, spraying it on his wrist. After rubbing it slightly into his skin, he takes a whiff of it, mesmerized by the aroma and memories it brought. "Oh yeah…" He exhales satisfyingly. "This is the one."

You didn't take Yoongi for a man who was interested in scents. But being as the star he is, it's not surprising.

He holds his wrist up to your nose. "Wanna sniff?"

You step away, unnerved by his offer.

"Come on, smelling me isn't going to kill you."

Rolling your eyes, you hold his arm to pull him closer. "Fine."

You take a small whiff of his wrist, receiving a pleasant air that combines with Yoongi's natural odor. You close your eyes, allowing the thoughts created to percolate.

Perhaps I can just taste his lips after he sucks on mine—

You snap out of your trance, eyes shooting open.

Yoongi gawked at your tiresome eyes that were drawn to his. You were still present, but your imagination filled your mind with crude thoughts.

Yoongi snaps his finger in your face to wake you.

You wince at his gesture, startled by your odd behavior. "Oh shit, sorry."

He giggles, petting your head. "You're good. I'm definitely going to buy this since even you couldn't resist me."

"Not in your life, Yoongi—" Catching yourself, you whisper, "I probably shouldn't be saying your name too loud…"

"Call me Min."

"Imma just call you Minnie."

"No." Yoongi deadpans. "Absolutely not."

"Minnie~" You cheese while you poke his cheeks.

"Stop." Assertively, Yoongi grabs your hands, pulling you close. You could tell he was triggered by your harmless joke.

"Don't call me Minnie. Seriously."

Annoyed by his temperament, you jerk your hands out of his grip. "…what's your problem?"

"I'm sorry," He exhales. "Just bad memories."

"…oh." Hearing Yoongi's expression made you realize that certain things in your life also brought bad memories. Even though they appeared harmless. "I understand. I won't say that."

"Thanks…" Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, ambling into the next aisle.