We pulled into a driveway, and Yoongi turned his bike off.
"This is it. We can work here. My mom won’t be home, for about another three hours, and I have all the top notch recording equipment that we can use for our song.
" He led me inside and my jaw LITERALLY dropped.
"Wow..." I said, exaggerating the "o". Yoongi chuckled softly, grabbing my hand and leading me down a flight of stairs. We reached the bottom of the stairs, and entered a large bedroom.
There was a king sized bed, directly under a 2-panel window. On the ceiling above his bed, there were a few posters of k-pop artists, and some of really nice cars.
In one corner of the room, he had a desk, with a bunch of recording equipment, and two computers.
“This is so cool!” I marveled, taking everything in.
“Thanks.” Yoongi said softly, as he sat down on his bed. “Jimin?” I turned to look at him, and he patted the spot next to him.
“Can we talk? Before we start working i mean…” I nodded and sat down next to him, leaving a small space between us.
“There’s something that I want to say…” Yoongi whispered, looking down. “These past two years, I have been a huge dick to you.” I scoffed, and he looked up at me, holding my gaze.
“And I-I’m sorry for that. I’m not good with my feelings, and everytime I wanted to talk to you, I would say something to hurt you.
I’ve never had somebody that I wanted to be friends with so bad, like how I’ve wanted to be yours. I wish that I was different, that I was able to express my feelings better.
I never wanted to hurt you. Please forgive me Jimin-ah.” I chewed on my lower lip, and processed what Yoongi just said.