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"Keep staring and I might just kiss you."
You glare bluntly at your neighbor from across the 2 square meter space of the stalled elevator, his sharp cat-like eyes eyeing you like a predator, the smirk practically ever-present on his lips. You refuse to let your eyes wander further than his eyes, but it was obvious he had also returned from a night out; he was dressed in a leather jacket, fitted jeans and leather boots, making him look tall. His sense of style was the only thing you respected about him.
If only you had arrived a few minutes later, then you wouldn't even have to be in his vicinity.
“If you move one centimeter towards me, I will fight you.”
He is practically gleeful and you wonder if he will ever get the hint. “Oh, you’d fight me?” He teases before pouting, shaking his head, leaning on the opposite wall with his crossed arms. Slowly, that arrogant grin that you hate so much grows on his lips. “Nah. No need to hurt your small, delicate hands, my lady.”
You chortle, flexing your fingers to warm them up. “Delicate?" You eye him from head to toe, ignoring the visible height he's got over your head and not missing the way his leather jacket makes him look good, now that you've taken a long enough look.
As always…
"I can take you down, easy.”
He simply keeps grinning, eyes lighting up just a tad more in interest. “Oh, I'd love to see that. I bet you could, too. Do you work out?”
You roll your eyes - dammit, of course he'd like that. Such a pervert. “Why did I need to be stuck here with you, of all people?” You groan.
Yoongi fakes offense, gesturing to himself. “Am I such a horrible person to be stuck in an elevator with? Come on.” He grins and leans forward, trying to get close to you, purposefully not moving his feet. You lift your hands in a second, in fists, ready to throw hands.
He chuckles at that. “Might as well make conversation. We might be here awhile."
You drop your hands, crossing your arms again, continuing to ignore him by staring at the elevator doors, willing for the metal box to move or at least the doors to open. You see him shrug from the corner of your eye.
He clears his throat . "I'll start then. You might regret that, y'know. Could've conversed about anything else but instead, I happen to talk about the doorman and you won't believe what he told me just a few days ago…."
You continue to stay silent.
"About you."
He smirks when he spots your eyes slightly widen, finally getting a reaction out of you. "Told me a secret about you. And I know for a fact, that you're actually secretly loving this.” He gestures to him and you repeatedly.
Your eyes narrow. “What? Mr. Kihyun told you something?”
You hide your panic at the idea of your most trusted cute doorman, who you often speak to on your way home, who you once asked about the mysterious, dark-haired man you absolutely despise.
Yoongi takes a step forward, you take a step back, plastering your back against the wall of the elevator. His arms were behind his back, head tilted, with intense eyes; dark and slightly intimidating. His lips turn up slightly in a deadly smirk, tongue peaking out, daringly licks the corner of his lip before nodding. "Don't blame him, sweetie. It was an honest mistake. In his old age, he honestly believed us youngsters should indulge in love interests whenever they make themselves present." He grins. "And it appears you find me very attractive. Am I correct? There's no use in lying, baby…not when the feeling is very much mutual."
You blink, heat rising up your neck. Clearing your throat, you turn away from him, facing the opposite wall. What a perfect time for the elevator to stop working in this crap building. "Don't talk to me. And stop…" You wave your hand around. "Stop… flirting or whatever you're trying to do."
Yoongi moves back to his side of the tiny elevator, crossing his arms."But why? I like talking to you. I like making you blush, and mad, and irritated. 'Cause you're cute and it's fun. Nope, cute doesn't even describe you perfectly.” He pauses, eyes appreciating you from head to toe. “You're… beautiful, gorgeous, divine, and exquisite…."
You roll your eyes. "Do you need a dictionary because they all mean the same thing."
"Sooo…" He steps closer to stand in your line of vision, but still keeping his distance. "You like me, I like you, let's be…friends."
He adds a wink.
Rubbing your tired eyes, you laugh at his outrageous proposal. "Friends?! You're drunk aren't you? There's no way you are actually considering I'd ever be just a friend to you.”
He rubs his chin, eyes furrowed and twists his lips as he ponders. "Come on…We're just getting to know each other! You can't dislike me without knowing who I really am."
You wordlessly look elsewhere. I already know you.
Yoongi leans closer to you. "Come on, talk to me. Who knows how long we'll be stuck here. The elevator is clearly on my side."
You slide your phone out of your jacket pocket, checking for the time - it was nearly two in the morning. "If you really don't remember what you did to make me hate you, then that's your fault. And you're a huge jerk, just so you know."
Yoongi huffs. "Well, for whatever I did, I'm sorry! What can I do to make it up to you?"
You glance at him, his voice betraying everything you've known about to actually sound sincere, but he was just staring shamelessly at your backside. You don't blame him - a good pair of jeans can do that. You huff. Sincere? You don't think he was capable of being anything of the sort.
You're exhausted, feet ache, and all you wanted was to rid yourself of these clothes from a night of dancing for a hot shower. Exhaling a sigh, you shake your head. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just…stop talking to me."
The elevator starts moving. Finally. In just mere seconds the doors open to the third floor.
"Yes…" You whisper and walk out. A hand grabs your wrist. You snatch your hand away, clutching it close to your body, the movement quick and nervous, heart-rate quickening at the mere hold on your wrist. “Leave me alone.”
Yoongi doesn't even notice. He steps out of the elevator to follow. You can hear his slow footsteps behind you. “Come on, Y/n, please? Tell me what I did!”
You continue down the corridor in a fast pace, wanting nothing else to get away from this guy and change out of your outfit and remove your make-up.
Finally, your apartment door is in sight.
“Well?”
You hate confrontation. You hate starting something, always opting to try and keep the peace but there's just something about Yoongi that brings out your inner demon.
The cocktails you had earlier might’ve had a hand in that, too…
You stop, twirling around to face him. “How absolutely oblivious and unaware you are. You poor thing!” You pout annoyingly, voice morphing into a higher pitch in baby-talk. “You must be going crazy trying to think of what you must've done. Come on, you can do it! Get your singular neuron working!”
Yoongi isn't amused and had backed away a step, looking at you with a mix of concern and disgust. “Stop talking like that-”
“Oh, no!” You coo. “The little one is getting overwhelmed! He can't possibly think for himself!”
Yoongi fists his hands, narrowing his eyes in a glare. “Shut up-.”
“How inconsiderate of me to not tell him of his wrongdoings!” You cup your cheeks in faux-concern and shock.
“What the hell is this?!” He growls. “Why-What are you doing? You're crazy!”
You continue to pout, whining softly in a fake cry that continues to be obnoxious.
“You're weird as hell. Forget it. I take it back-”
“You mean…” You slump your shoulders with a sad sigh. “You don't wanna be my friend? Really? Okay!”
You skip one step towards your door, smiling wide and turn to him once more. “Don't freaking talk to me again loser.”
You shut your door, leaving the slightly bewildered man in the corridor, hoping he'll just give up and go to his own place without fan-fare. You practically hold your breath for a few seconds until you hear his retreating footsteps and door closing. Then you start to giggle out of honest amusement and glee.
Your friend was right - talking to a man in a baby voice and belittling them is fun!
You kinda want to do it again but that would mean talking to him again and you've had enough of that for a lifetime.
The more you think about it though, the more you start getting annoyed. Because how does he not remember being such a jerk to you? He was literally right there during the incident. You asked, pleaded, for help. He could've helped. Probably could've saved you…
But he just.. ignored you. Walked away.
It was a a couple years ago but something like that isn't easy to forget about. It still leaves you feeling disgusted, scared and angry.
Since that day, you despised him and hated yourself for even thinking he's anywhere near being cute. It was devastating, really, because how can he be so good-looking and make your heart-rate pick up, but be such a cretin.
It was easier to deal with him before when you lived in different floors but after your roommate moved out, you needed to move to another apartment, with a one-bedroom, to be able to afford it. And unfortunately, it was besides his.
The universe truly hates you.
Hopefully, that'll be the last you hear of him.