I rolled over and found myself alone in the living room of Yoongi’s house.
“How did I get up here?” I thought to myself. “I wonder where Yoongi is…” I began to look around, so I first went to the kitchen..
I looked at the time on the stove, when I found nobody, and saw that it was three-fifteen a.m. I slowly and quietly made my way down the stairs and slowly pushed Yoongi’s bedroom door open.
I didn’t dare call out to Yoongi, even in a whispered voice, because I don’t know how heavy of a sleeper Yoongi is. I carefully shut his door behind me, and quietly made my way towards his bed.
“He looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping.” I whispered under my breath, as I examined his sleeping figure.
I carefully reached out my hand, and lightly brushed his hair out of his eyes, with the tips of my fingers.
In the past two years, with the rudeness between me and Yoongi, I never realised how attractive he is. And I truly regreted those years.