i sat on my bed that saturday morning painting in my nails for design. music played lightly in the background as i hummed along to taeyeon's "fine." just when i was about paint another nail, my phone buzzed.

message from yoongi.

i opened up the message nervously and read it.

smiling stupidly to myself, i didn't hesitate to text him back with a reply, but carefully made sure i didn't mess up my freshly painted nails.

some minutes later, my phone buzzed again.

i smiled as my phone buzzed for another incoming text.

i set my phone down as i blew on my nails to make them dry faster at least. and again, my phone buzzed.

thinking to myself, i stared at the screen of my phone and then texted back.

i smiled and shook my hands faster to let the paint dry and hen went ahead and finished the rest of my nails. when they all dried, i quickly put a top coat on it and blew on it so it could dry again. once everything was dry, i went ahead and pulled out some outfits from my closet and tried to decide what to wear.

in the end, i wore a simple gray t-shirt with denim black jeans with rips at the knees and then and plaid flannel over my shirt. and to add accessories, i wore a white watch and to top it all off, i wore my superstar adidas.

then, i got up and walked over to my mother's room where i saw her sitting in front of her desktop. she saw me and asked me the first question. "and where are you going?" she asked smiling.

a tint of pink rose in my cheeks. "erm. i'm going to hang out with yoongi today. you remember him, right?"

"oh, right. that boy that came to sleep over for one night. where are you guys going? on a date?" she grinned.

"what?! no. no, not a date. it's not a date," i kept saying. "aw, my daughter likes someone??"

"eomma, stop," i laughed, "we're just hanging out. i just wanted to get your permission. so is it okay?"

"mm, yes, but you have to promise to invite him again next time for dinner. i want to get to know the boy who's going to court my daughter," she chuckled.

"mom, he's not courting me," i whined as i facepalmed my forehead. "alright, alright. just make sure you two be safe, okay? don't be out too late."

i quickly gave a nod of my head as i went over to give her a kiss on the cheek. "thanks mom."

"you're welcome dear. oh, do you need cash? here, i'll give you some just in case." she got up to grab her bag as she starts to dig for her wallet. when she had her wallet, she took out a $100 bill and handed it to me.

"this is a lot of money, don't you think?" i asked feeling uneasy. "it's okay. if you buy anything, just bring back the change."

"alright. thank you again, eomma," i said as i started to walk out the door, "oh, and yoongi said thank you for the ointment you gave him. it helped with the swelling."

"tell him i said he's very welcome." i smiled at her and gave a nod.

15 minutes later, the doorbell suddenly rang. i dashed to the front door and opened it up, revealing yoongi himself. i smiled and shyly looked at him.

"hey," i smiled.

he smiled back, "hey."

i turn back and call out to my mother, "eomma! i'm leaving now. i'll be back soon!" i walked out the front door and locked it after myself. then, i turned to face yoongi, his hair slightly combed neatly and his eyes that looked lively at me.

"lets go!"