Chapter 7: Dress

It's so hard being paraded with thoughts and memories that you've never even physically encountered before. I kept on having these unknown and mysterious informations going in and out of my mind. The memories that I was supposed to have are slowly leaving me, and the memories that I haven't even encountered are fastly entering my mind. It's so hard to dig things, that in the first place, never even owned it. And that's what I'm feeling right now as I stood in front of Yoongi's bedroom, waiting for him to come out or even appear.

This is Yoongi's bedroom? How did I even know that? They didn't even tell me what room they are in, yet here I am in front of Min Yoongi's bedroom with just one simple text and I don't even know how I knew the owner of the message, and knew that the room belongs to him.

"You're here?" I turned around to my side to see Yoongi who has his backpack hanged over his shoulder as he shot me his gummy smile that makes ever girls dropped on their knees.

He wasn't like this before. He was surely cold when I first met him and this way, he's even more fuck hot.

Take my soul, you demon.

"You were the one who sent me the text, right?" Yoongi shyly nodded, biting his lips. I cracked an awkward smile as my hands travelled to the nape of my neck, rubbing it before an another awkward chuckle escaped my lips.

"Seokjin-I mean Jin oppa told me that I'll be sleeping with you, right?" Like I'm an object with an owner.

Plus I have a 'boyfriend' whom I just knew right now.

Yoongi nodded once again, a blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down, muttering. "You look pretty today."

I looked down as well with my cheeks tainted with red now. I was only wearing a white tee shirt with black pants paired with some random converse after changing from my uniform.

(a/n: "i really hate converse" - min yoongi)

Apparently, this outfit looks pretty in his eyes, and here I am dying, internally squealing.

A squeak left my lips and was startle when someone aggressively grabbed my wrist, pulling me inside a room before my back was forcedly pushed against the wall. I looked to see Yoongi staring deeply into my eyes with his hands slammed on either sides of me making me flinched.

He didn't do anything but just stared at me making me even more nervous than the situation I'm currently in. Being trapped by Min Yoong, in between the wall and him, wouldn't do any good.

"Babygirl," Yoongi muttered with his lips near to mine that I could feel his hot breath releasing from those sinful lips that every girl wanted to taste.

Maybe including me.

His eyes flickered from my eyes down to my lips, and I have no idea what he is thinking right now. He then leaned away from me as I heard him sigh as he muttered words that made me even confused.

Words that I could barely hear from him were words like: "I'm going to use this chance to have you again."

His words sent chills down to my spine making me shiver under his presence. I wasn't sure if I heard it right. Just then when he backed away from me, I tilt my head slightly, confused by his behavior as his face remained serious. His eyes never left mine.

"Sit on the bench there."

"What?" I blurted out, hastily pulling away from him. My eyes widened as he gestured for me to sit on the chair. My eyebrows raised as I just nodded and walked off, walking towards the window.

I just sat there, feeling uncomfortable as Yoongi grabbed something from the shelves. He pulled some camera that I don't even have idea that it still exist nowadays. I've only seen that camera thing in the museum I've been to or the pictures-what is this again?

My whole body froze at what unfold in front of me, no, more like an image appeared. It was me sitting here on the same window but I was wearing a different clothes. I was wearing a white beautiful dress.

My eyes landed on Yoongi who was standing in front of me with a smile as he bent down, lifting up the polaroid camera, whatever you call that. I could even see his delicate and milky skin contrasting along from his forehead down to his cheekbone with the light from the sun.

He is beautiful.

A sinfully beautiful man.

"Eri? Eri!"

I snapped out of my trance, and shook my head when Yoongi intterupted me. My breath hitched and eyes widened before looking back at Yoongi. "Huh?"

"I've been calling you three times now, are you okay?" I just stared at him before nodding and looked down.

What did I just see? What was that? My eyebrows furrowed as I decided to shrug it off and sighed before looking back at Yoongi who was preparing the camera. My jaw dropped, realizing what Yoongi was doing. It was exactly what I saw a while ago. What is this?

I watched him shot me a smile as he bent down, clicking the camera, it flashed a light making me flinch and leaned back with my hands covering my eyes out of my defense. My hands dropped down and glanced to see Yoongi holding something on his hands as a smile crept his lips before looking at me.

"You look absolutely gorgeous here, babe." He said with a grin as he turned the picture around revealing me wearing different clothes and doing a position I never even posed.

No...I certainly flinched away when he took the photo. But why? Why is the photo showing a different pose?

I stared at the picture in horror. It was the clothes of what I saw earlier, and then it hit me. My lips then started to tremble along with my hands, and my eyes landed down to my clothes.

I am already wearing that dress.