Cake, Wine, Macarons

                                    

                                          
With Yoongi having informed me that he was to return soon, I was supposed to be the one getting clingy, not him. Well, it's not actually clingy. To put it clearly, for the past few days we three had begun to spend an increasing amount of time together. Hardly any evening passed with us retreating to our rooms after dinner. Jungkook, Yoongi, and I sat in the living, sometimes in the dining itself, and talked for a long time recounting everything that happened to us the entire day just so that we would be together for a longer time. Jungkook had studies to do and a university to attend, so he would go to sleep around 11:30 while I and Yoongi stayed on the sofa in the living, or the couch upstairs, or on the wooden chair in the balcony, with a mug of coffee in our hands, chatting well into the night.
                          
I knew and both of us understood that Yoongi wasn't going to vanish into thin air, we actually did not need to do all these things. But, I am not complaining.
                          
On the contrary to all the good things happening to me during the day, nights became more and more troublesome. Nightmares were a frequent guest in my mind. Adding to the one dream of the falling aircraft, now I also dreamt that nightmare about Yoongi. White light and him vanishing dominated my canvas. Most of the nights, those days, I woke up in cold sweat.
                          
Since we slept late, after long hours of chatting, I had begun to sleep in the study upstairs. For one, I was too lazy to go to my room, two, I was somehow closer to him.
                          
I know, I sound really pathetic. But you can't help feeling this way after your best friend and crush have told you that you would be losing his company soon, after two years of living in the same house.
                          
***
                          
"Jia," Someone called my name. A hand was shaking me. I tried to swat it away. After many days, we had slept early. I really wanted to sleep.
                          
"Jia," That hand shook me more violently this time. I grew annoyed and sat up ready to yell at whoever was trying to wake me up at (I looked at the clock on the nightstand) 12:30 in the morning. My brain finally woke up enough to discern the individual shaking me. Yoongi sat on the edge of my bed by my side, a huge smile plastered on his face.
                          
I suddenly became aware of my very exposed body covered only in a tank top. I had put my shrug on the chair before going to bed. Adding to my embarrassment, Yoongi quietly handed me the said shrug, not letting his eyes roam below my face.
                          
"We decided to sleep early today, Yoongi," I said pulling the shrug over me for the time being.
                          
"You couldn't have seriously believed I would actually let you sleep," He said, still smiling brightly.
                          
"Why though?" I whined.
                          
"You'll know if you come to the roof, right now." He said and got up to leave.
                          
"I sometimes really doubt your sanity," I said, annoyed, and got out the bed to put the shrug on properly before following him to the roof.
                          
Yoongi opened the door and what awaited completely took me by surprise.
                          
Without making any noise, Yoongi had transported a small table to the center of the roof on which was a butterscotch flavored cake, the candles saying '27'. Two wine glasses and a bottle stood behind it. Balloons were scattered around the table. There wasn't much lighting but it was very pleasing to the eye.
                          
Fuck! I forgot my own birthday. Which was justified, considering I was too busy with my work and the boys to keep a track of dates and corresponding occasions.
                          
Okay! I know I am an idiot. Nobody forgets their own birthday however busy they are.
                          
"Happy Birthday, Jia," Yoongi whispered into my ear from behind.