* ; tcylrswift.
as soon as he caught sight of her, yoongi felt embarrassment threatening to creep up his entire being. everything in the faux blond screamed for him to AVOID, AVOID AVOID – but he knew that he shouldn’t. he’d never liked her that much, though deep down he knew that the line between dislike && jealousy was quite blurred. the last thing he wanted to do was talk to her, honest ... but she’d accidentally seen him at a low point, so incredibly drunk that he barely remembered anything ... && despite the faint memory of her kindness ( because he really could barely remember anything else ), yoongi’s paranoia was eating him alive. he figured that maybe, if he was friendly, she would pretend that it never happened. maybe, if he was friendly, she wouldn’t go blab about it to whomever, like his brain was telling him she would. so, he slowly walked through the apartment building’s lobby && over to her. ❝ taylor, ❞ he said lowly. ❝ hi ? ❞ he hid his cringe behind a forced smile, though he couldn’t hide how the word seemingly came out more like a question. small talk was the worst. this was the WORST.
