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[moochi-daisies]

2015.02.

- 18+ Minors DNI

- Warnings: Yoongi's gf is a bit of a mess, a smidge of a drunk fight, reader is down bad for JK but is it just a distraction from Yoongi?, JK bein a lil bit of a tease

- Length: 2.6k words

- Sidenotes: merry christmas :) the christmas chapter is gonna be late but i finished this at least haha reader + jk wasn't planned at all for this story but they're pretty cute together and fun to write so there's more of that than i expected. hope everyone has a good day and thank you for readin if you do!

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     After Yoongi called me, we sent some short texts back and forth. It wasn't the same as it had been but, it was better than the year and a half of radio silence. He would usually stop responding if anything required an emotional response. Some excuse involving Lacey always followed, so I learned to steer clear of anything deeper.

     Despite the awkwardness, I was downright giddy over the fact that they were moving to the same city as me. I wouldn't have to depend on dreaming to be around their cozy magic again, to spend more time with them. My mom had left her boyfriend and moved my sister and I into a two bedroom apartment. It was tense with the 3 of us in such a small living space and I frequently daydreamed of introducing my sister to the guy's, of having a safe place to go again.

     The thought that Jungkook and Yoongi would both be there, so close to me and each other, was difficult to comprehend. I pushed the thought away whenever it found it's way to the forefront, shaking my head side to side until it left me alone.

     I had to do this often, as Jungkook was incredibly excited to be close together again.

     He'd started video calling me in the morning, staying until one of our phones would die. Even if I had to work, a lip ringed pout would take over the screen. Soft round eyes and worried brows slowly making their appearance as he'd tilt the phone up and let out a "pretty please.".

     I couldn't ever say no to him.

     It would've been easier if he had a terrible personality.

     I grumbled this at him often, normally while perching my phone in precarious positions while he complained about not being able to see me.

     "Well, lucky for you I have a great personality. Don't I?" he'd start the sentence smugly, giving way to concern by the end of it.

     Whenever I'd look back at the screen to retort, I'd be stunned into silence. I never got used to how handsome he was.

     The way he'd lift his shoulders when he smiled, dimple deepening and cheekbones lifting. The scrunch of his nose. How perfectly round his eyes would get when he'd get lost in thought-

     He was a beautiful boy. Being sweet, caring and attentive only made it all the more gut-wrenching.

     If it weren't for the fact that Yoongi would also be there, I would've been just as excited as Jungkook. Whenever I'd temporarily forget about that fact, Jungkook would have me smiling so hard that my cheeks ached.

     There was even an evening where my jaw locked and I couldn't open my mouth for almost an hour. The nervous giggling escaping through my clenched teeth had Jungkook rolling on the floor, his high pitched and breathy laugh pinging around the living room.

     I hung up, trying to relax my jaw, only for him to call me back immediately. A fierce pout on his face as he scolded me for not saying goodbye first. I wanted to wrap myself around him. To cover his face with kisses and tease him for being such a big baby.

     I was, infatuated. Enamored with him.

     He had started working with Jimin at the dance studio as his teaching assistant. He'd bring his phone to class so I could chat with Jimin and watch them dance. I was not immune, sadly, but highly susceptible to how attractive Jungkook was while he danced. More often than not I'd catch myself crossing my legs, gnawing at my lip and holding my breath. Transfixed as I watched him. He never missed the chance to gloat whenever he'd come back to his phone. He'd glance at me, panting and lifting his shirt to wipe away sweat, while I all but whimpered and tried to hide my expression. The look of pride on his face was always well warranted, but it never stopped me from attempting poorly constructed defenses for why I looked the way I did.

     I got caught watching him at work one day, a coworker letting out a "Whooooo is that?" behind me. I reflexively chucked my phone onto the ground, choking on my words to get out some semblance of "he's my friend.". One eyebrow lifted, she crossed her arms and sunk down on one hip.

     "Ok, suuure. He's quite a sexy friend. Someone's gonna try to snatch him up quick I bet.". The smirk on her face bore into me before she turned on her heel and click-clacked away.

     When I picked my phone back up, Jungkook's face was covering the screen and he was wiggling his eyebrows like a lunatic.

     "I heeeard that." He said gleefully.

     Mortified, I tried to play stoic.

     "I'm just a friend, am I? Gimme her number then, maybe she wants to snatch me up." I knew he was joking but the idea of it flooded me with jealousy.

     "You're not available to be snatched up!" I cried out, nearly stamping my foot as I said it.

     Jungkook's crinkle nosed smile was all I saw, "Yeah, I know. I'm all yours, don't worry.".

     His response made me blush.

     "I'm yours too, you know." I threw my hair over my shoulder as I said it, trying to hide how weak his words made me feel.

     It was the end of October when I got a call from Hobi. He told me that they would be moving within the next week.

      After excited giggles, a somber tone took over and I gulped in preparation for whatever was coming next.

     "Look, between you and me, Yoongi isn't happy with Lacey. But she's got her hooks in deep this time, I've never seen it this bad before." The words were still soft despite Hobi's stern voice.

     "Jungkook has been a giddy idiot lately, which is great for you two. But I'm assuming you aren't completely over Yoongi right?" He didn't wait for me to answer, he knew it as well as I did.

     "I hate having to warn you of things like this but I just wanted you to be prepared for when we're there. Yoongi would never cheat, but I don't think he's as willing to let you go as he's pretending to be." Hobi finished with a sigh.

     "Have I mentioned you're an angel Hobi?". The care behind his decision to share this with me dampened the dull ache that flared whenever I thought of Yoongi. I felt like, maybe, it would be okay. Hobi believed in me, and I wouldn't be facing this alone. I didn't want to let him down.

    Hope fluttered at the possibility that Yoongi didn't want to let me go, balanced delicately on top of the churning complications that came from our relationships with other people.

     "I just care about you all. You're emotional pains in the ass but we all are, in our own ways." Hobi's words were refreshingly direct, similar to what my sister had said during venting sessions, and I snorted in response. Hard stuff out of the way, he filled me in on what the guys would all be doing once they got here.

     He had gotten a job producing for a local music company. Jimin and Jungkook would be working at a dance studio nearby. Namjoon would start teaching English at an International School and Tae was working on his first gallery installation. He didn't mention what Yoongi would be doing.

     When I asked, Hobi tsked to himself and gave a strangely vague answer.

     "Well you know, music is his life. He's working on stuff.".

     I decided to leave it at that, the countdown to their arrival hanging over my head.

     A few days later, I got a call from Jin. He briefly explained that he had gotten a job at a radio station in my city but had to finish out the month before his replacement would be able to take over full time.

     He brushed off my remarks of being happy to see him before continuing, "I wanna see you guys being good to each other when I get there. This is gonna be a minefield, think about where you're stepping.".

     Why did he always have some bridge troll riddle to give regarding relationships?

     I thought I knew what he meant, but the fear of missing something got stuck in my chest like a rusty nail.

     Jin threw out a quick, "miss you" before hanging up.

I peeled off loose hangnails and winced as one tugged off. A bright spot of blood bubbled up in the dent where the skin had been.

     They would be here in four days.

     The second to last night before they were due to move, Jungkook and I were Face-timing. He was stretched out on the couch in oversized grey sweatpants and a giant hoodie. The hoodie had lifted up over his hipbone and I was taking sneak peeks (I thought) at the bits of skin I could see. He was propped up on an elbow and his hood was hiding his face from me.

     "What do you think of that baby?"

I heard him say the words but nothing registered properly.

     He had reached an arm up under his hoodie to rub at his chest muscles, exposing his toned upper body and confirming that he was indeed not wearing anything under his sweatpants.

     "Uh-huh." Was the best reply I could muster. I felt my head nodding but was focused entirely on not blinking.

      Jungkook stopped rubbing at his chest and hooked a thumb into his sweat pants, tugging down ever so slightly.

     For the first time in my life I let out an "eep" before darting my eyes to his face to check if he had noticed me staring.

     All confidence in my sneakiness deflated as I looked at the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen from him. There was even a goddamn twinkle in his eye as he lifted the hand from his sweats to push his hood back away from his face.

"You didn't hear a word I said huh?" he said mischievously. My mouth opened and closed to no avail, I'd been caught, it would be pointless to argue. But I refused to admit defeat.

"No, I heard you. You're just so pretty." I frowned before puckering my lips, trying to twist them away from a pout.

Jungkook was enjoying himself thoroughly, swinging his legs off the couch and leaning forward with his arms on his knees spread wide. Peering at me through the screen, he lowered his voice gently to ask me, "Then, what did I say?".

The neck hole of his hoodie was large enough that it fell open, the light in the living room making it easy to look down into.

"Yes. I mean- wait. Shut up! Do you even know what you said?" The teasing had me flustered, hell, he had me flustered without even teasing me. This was ridiculous.

The same person who cried when I didn't want to stay on the phone while going to the bathroom (because, "We could mute ourselves. At least I'd know you were still there."), was now looking at me like I was the silly baby.

"You know, we'll be together in person soon. In like, less than 48 hours." Jungkook's spontaneous seriousness always came at surprising times.

His eyes were intensely searching for something in my expression and I tilted my head.

"I'm gonna kiss you, even if Yoongi is standing right there." He didn't blink as he said it, maybe looking for a sign that I would turn him down or refuse him.

I cupped my hands around my mouth like I was leaning in to share a secret, loudly whispering, "Not if I kiss you first." back at him.

Relief visibly washed over his face, sharp darkness fading from his eyes as the usual softness replaced it.

"Well good baby, cause allll of this is-" he had started to goofily roll his upper body, grabbing the bottom of his hoodie before a loud crashing sound interrupted him.

Shrieks from Lacey pierced my ears, followed by loud stomping and Yoongi's voice desperately calling out "wait, wait- fuck, WAIT!" behind her. Jungkook dropped his hand and froze, scanning my face to check my reaction.

I had been laying in bed, and pulled my blanket up so that only my eyes were showing. Both of us deer in the headlights, unable to move.

More footsteps came, followed by the front door slamming and muffled yelling.

Jungkook grimaced, "That's been the new norm around here since she moved in. She's...she drinks a lot." He rolled his eyes at the end, tentatively monitoring how I responded.

"Is she- are they, um, does it normally end ok?" I asked, feeling timid. Jungkook and I had been on the phone together every day, most of the day, for at least the past month. How he must've worked to keep me from seeing them fighting battled with my worry for Yoongi's well being.

"Oh, uh, I mean, she apologizes and sweet talks or cries until he gives in. So, kinda. I'm sorry you had to see that, are you ok?" Jungkook was nibbling at his bottom lip and I was overwhelmed by the frustration of being at a distance.

"I'm not leaving your side for at least 3 days when you get here." I declared instead of answering his question. No, I wasn't ok. The limitations of the situation were trapping me in a thick glass case. I had learned way more about Lacey and Yoongi than I had ever cared to know. It was in front of my face and there was nothing I could do but observe it or bang against the glass.

Jungkook's chest swelled up as he inhaled deeply. Eyebrows pulling together while he looked at me as sternly as he could.

His gaze permeated through the glass case, and I could feel him in there with me.

"Well I'm not leaving your side, EVER." he said before blowing kisses at me. He whipped his hand at the screen, like if he threw them hard enough, they might make it across the space between us.

Not wanting him to stop, I tried hiding my smile until it broke free.

"I think you were showing me something?" I said with an air of innocence, looking up as if deep in thought.

Jungkook flopped down onto the couch with a yawn, "I think YOU were gonna read to me like we've been talking about baby."

"Oh! Is that what you were saying earlier? I'll grab it, hang on." I reached onto my side table to grab On Love, by Alain De Botton. Jungkook had no personal interest in reading it but we had a bet going to see if he really needed to hear my voice to fall asleep or not.

When I turned back, Jungkook had his eyes closed and was humming to himself. He insisted he didn't need a blanket, claiming that he only liked how I tucked him in and wouldn't do it any other way.

Only one more night until I could.

I started reading to him, continuing until I saw his head fall forward slightly. Pouty lips twitching as he slept. Smiling to myself, I switched my light off and propped up my phone so I could curl up to sleep.

Sleep didn't come until a few hours later however, not until I had heard the front door open and a single set of footsteps fading away towards Yoongi's room.

[moochi-daisies]

2015.01.

- 18+ Minors DNI

- Content Warnings: None for this chapter! Maybe a moment of tension/annoyance?

- In Summation: Two people fall in love which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.

Length: 3.1k words

- Side Notes: hahaha i hit a wall in the third chapter of this part and have been avoiding tumblr all together out of Shame but maybe posting this will change that. hope you enjoy and thank you for reading :)

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     I didn't see Yoongi or any of the guy's for two years after I left.

     Yoongi had texted me midway through my bus trip home, asking that I send back his jacket so that he could be reminded of me whenever he smelled it. He didn't say anything about his scarf, so I kept it. Sleeping with it every night for three months after I returned.

     My mom had been fuming when I got back home, taking away my phone until the next semester of school started. Claiming I "wasn't responsible enough to be trusted" and that "phone's were an adult privilege I could have after reflecting on what it meant to be an adult".

     I don't think anybody truly knows what that means.

     It was about a month afterwards that school started up again. I went to classes, handed my paychecks over to my mom and snuck out with friends whenever one was able to come pick me up. My time spent at that magical house in late November came back to me in dreams, with life going back to the way it had always been, those few days with the guy's drifted into the background like a distant memory.

     I stayed in touch with most of them though, Jimin sent dance videos and asked for story updates. Hobi would ask about life and share clips of songs he was composing. Namjoon sent pictures of them all out doing things together, at parties, on hikes - things like that. I got selfies and stream of consciousness texts from Tae whenever he was at the convenience store, sometimes he'd throw in an art piece he was working on for feedback.

     Jin called me drunk a few times or whenever he was bored at the radio station. He didn't text much beyond cryptic one word messages or to share a new terrible joke he loved.

     At first, Yoongi and I texted the most. Venting to each other about our days until night came, at which point we'd video call for hours, until one of us fell asleep.

     At first, it was talking of missing each other, reminiscing on how it felt to be near one another, how the kisses were experienced from each point of view. We laughed over how nervous and clueless we both were about how the other felt the whole time.

     At first, we'd stay up until our eyes burned and the sun started to rise again. Asking all the questions we had for each other, learning everything there was for us to learn.

     From there, we started talking about art. Exchanging poetry and books we both loved, discussing the lines that stood out or meant the most to us. Yoongi made playlists of songs for me to listen to and would quiz me on them afterwards to make sure I listened. I started practicing how to write song lyrics, sending him some verses that I hoped would be up to his standards.

     He always said that he loved them.

     "I love how your mind works." he'd often tell me, "I wish I could get inside of it.".

     And I'd get flustered to the point that I could barely respond. A cheesy grin plastered across my face as I returned the compliments, blathering on about how his creative genius inspired me.

     It was around April, when he disappeared.

     Not all at once, but-

     The messages started getting shorter.

     We stopped the video calls.

     Telling him about my day got returned with "lol's" or "ok's".

     He never told me what was happening, and I asked many, many times.

     The abrupt change in his behavior snatched my heart from my chest and began to suffocate it.

     I couldn't go back to see him again or confront him face to face through the distance.

     On our last call to each other I asked him, trying not to plead, if anything was wrong.

     If he was mad at me in any way.

     "Is there something I should be mad about?" was the only response I got.

     We didn't speak again after that call, well, I did. I messaged adamently. Trying to throw out every possible thing I could think of. I even threw out things I knew would never be the case, hoping he would get so annoyed that he'd break and tell me whatever the fuck it was that had made him so mad.

     Ever the master of self-control, he never broke.

     Jungkook and I hadn't spoken at all after I left. I figured it was for the best, that we had had the talks we needed to have. That we agreed to not tell Yoongi and to just leave it at that. It was for the best after all, right?

     Telling Yoongi we had kissed would hurt him, and Jungkook and I were not going to be together.

     Telling him would be like throwing acid at him, just to tell him that it was old acid and not to worry about it anymore.

     Two weeks after Yoongi stopped talking to me entirely however, Jungkook started to text me.

     Like it was a completely normal thing to do, like there was no reason why he wouldn't.

     There was a knife that started to twist in my gut as the "what if" game: Emotionally Heartwrenching Edition, began.

     There were a few top contenders for being the most likely.

     Either;

     1.) Jungkook had told Yoongi about what happened, and Yoongi had gotten mad. (Understandably.)

     2.)  One of the guys had let it slip by accident and Yoongi had gotten mad. (Understandably.)

     3.) Lacey had seen Jungkook and I on the dance floor, and had taken her sweet time before telling Yoongi. Maybe waiting until the trust had started to build between us, so that the breaking of it would hurt that much more. (Absolutely not understandable.)

     Jungkook mentioned nothing about it, simply picking up where we had left off, being a devastatingly good sweet talker and annoyingly easy to have conversations with.

     We had been talking for about a week before I brought it up to him. My phone rang seconds after I sent the message. I was sitting in bed, legs criss-crossed and knuckles white from death gripping my blanket.

     He had no idea what had happened, he told me. All he knew was that Yoongi had started hanging out with Lacey again after a shift at the venue. And that when the guy's had asked him about me, he had shrugged them off without saying a word about it.

     He thought we drifted apart naturally, that it was a mutual thing. That it'd be okay to talk to me again since Yoongi and I weren't anymore.

     With that, Option 3 rose to the most likely scenario and I felt sick to my stomach.

     "Oh." was all I could say. And I hated how meek my voice sounded, not wanting to ask Jungkook of all people to find out more for me.

     Jungkook took it upon himself to offer. And I thanked him, my tone falling flat and listless.

     "I swear I didn't tell him what happened baby.", he sounded desperate as he spoke, " If I had known he just dipped on you I would've brought it up sooner. I'll go talk to the guy's, he's at work right now anyways. Hang on a sec, ok?"

I couldn't form words, a small "mhm" pushed out through tightly pressed lips was all I could manage.

After Jungkook hung up, I sat there in a daze. Different scenes of Lacey telling Yoongi at work one night were flashing through my mind. I cut the less realistic ones short, tossed aside the hyper-dramatized and rapid fire edited the imagined versions down to the most probable one.

The idea of anxiety being unrealistic felt laughable. I didn't want to be right. I wished Jungkook had given any other response besides the one he did. I could've accepted that Yoongi spontaneously decided he was sick of and hated me more easily. Because at least it wasn't confirmation of what I feared to be true.

I also didn't want to accept the fault I played into this happening in the first place. No matter what Lacey said, I did kiss Jungkook. A few times. And I did have feelings for Jungkook, they were different than my feelings for Yoongi, but there all the same.

It was easier to be angry at Lacey.

I didn't keep talking to Jungkook, I had chosen to pursue things with Yoongi and Jungkook and I had come to an understanding. Who the hell did she think she was to stir things up that had been laid to rest? Things were moving forward, things were-

Jimin's name and face lit up the screen, the buzzing of the phone call making me jump.

"Hello?" My hands were clumsy and disconnected as I worked to answer.

"Lovely! Oh my god, are you ok? Well- probably not. Ok, hang on-" Jimin's sweet voice was raised, an array of voices jumbling together in the background. "GUYS! I swear to fuckin' god, we can all talk to her. She only has one pair of ears. Here, lemme get you on speaker.".

"MY ANGEL WHAT HAPPENED WITH YOONGI?!" Tae's deep voice blared through the phone so loudly it vibrated in my hand a little.

"Oooh my god shut up, she doesn't know. Hi hi! It's Hobi! We miss you!" Hobi's voice sang through the phone, slightly louder than the rustling sounds of Tae being pushed away.

"Yo! You good? We're all out here on the couch, Tae hung what you painted in the living room. Looks nice!" Namjoon's mellow voice came next.

     Against my will, I felt a smile start tugging across my face.

"Soooo, we're still us. You miss this madness? Lemme trade with you." Jin said with a groan.

"Okay, so I got everyone!" I heard Jungkook pipe up from a distance.

"Hey guys," their comforting chaos made me chuckle, "Miss you all. No trades, wish you were all here with me." I felt myself relaxing as soon as I got the words out.

"Ok, so, here's the deal. I got the scoop." Jimin started.

Stretching out onto my stomach, I laid my head on my arm, using it to press the phone against my ear. "Bless you" I sighed, chewing on my cheek. "Lay it on me please, before I drive myself insane.".

"Well, uh, Lacey saw you and Jungkook dancing and decided to tell Yoongi about it. I don't know what she said exactly, but she went real heavy on the explicit nature of the dancing. Naughty. Anyways, she convinced Yoongi to get drinks with her that night and they've been hanging out ever since." Jimin paused, huffing out air into his phone so loudly that it tickled my ear.

"Uh, yeah so, she's working real hard to try and get together with him. She felt threatened by you apparently, and is pulling this whole "sweetheart" act-"

"THAT NONE OF US ARE BUYING!" Tae interjected, grabbing the phone from Jimin.

There was a pause before any of them spoke next, muffled sounds of fighting over the phone filling the air.

"Look man, you know we don't like Lacey for Yoongi, she's always fucked with his head and we don't see this going well. But like, you know, he's a grown man. We can't tell him what to do." Namjoon was working to sound casual, but sympathy was still clear in his tone.

I didn't say anything and stared at the wall.

"Well, that sucks." was all I could think to say at first. Laughing bitterly to myself, I rolled on my back and let out a grumble.

"I mean, I did dance with Jungkook. I'm pissed she decided to say something literally months after the fact, it just feels sketchy. But, he wouldn't tell me what to do. I'm not gonna try and tell him what to do either." I said it matter of factly. Like I wasn't internally screaming an obscene string of cuss words at Lacey, Yoongi and myself.

"Be pissed girl!" Hobi hollered, "It's not just sketchy to you. We all, well, almost all of us are pissed for you." his words sped up at the end, blurring together before the phone jostled again.

Jungkook's voice was quieter than normal, sweeter than I expected it to be.

"I'm pissed for you too. It's not like I was happy not talking to you but I don't ever wanna see you hurt. I'm pissed at Yoongi for hurting you like this." it felt like he was trying to hold my heart in his hands. Gently. Not wanting to squeeze too tight.

I thanked the guys and bugged them about visiting before hanging up.

There was a ringing in my ears that made everything feel weird underneath me. Like I could feel the Earth turning but I wasn't a concrete part of it.

Jungkook called me back privately, whispering that he had stepped outside and had wanted to check in on me.

The hurt I was feeling had turned into a little devil on my shoulder, poking at every way this was all my fault.

"Baby?" Jungkook's cute little pet name for me suddenly burned.

"Mhm."

"Do you not wanna talk to me anymore? Like, are you too sad about Yoongi?" the worry in his voice sent guilt hurdling into me.

"Of course I do, I'm sorry. This just, caught me off guard. I am sad, I think I'm too thrown off to feel it right now. I don't know, we did more than just dance together y'know." I brought it up scornfully without thinking, immediately fearful that it sounded abrasive.

The smile in Jungkook's voice was poorly disguised in his response, "So, you've been thinking about us kissing?".

The cute behavior was unfair. Any time I was upset, Jungkook had an infuriatingly charming response to get me smiling again.

I wanted to wallow, dammit.

But the thought of kissing him curled my toes and if I had been strong enough, I was sure my phone would've crumbled in my hand.

I mumbled out an embarrassed, "I don't know", making Jungkook snicker before saying he'd thought about it too. Abruptly hanging up as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

There didn't seem to be a way to make it right.

It wasn't like my feelings for Yoongi had gone anywhere. They were sitting along the bottom of my ribcage and slowly gnawing away at me.

Flipping through the consequences and complications of every situation I could imagine, I landed on two options that seemed the most ethical.

Option 1: Talk to Yoongi and apologize. Possibly stop talking to all of them if he couldn't forgive me.

Option 2: Leave Yoongi alone and possibly stop talking to all of them so that I wouldn't become a source of tension for the group.

I couldn't imagine being on bad terms with just one of them, or not talking to just one of them.

I could respect Yoongi's choice and also let him know I was sorry for not telling him. That I didn't think hurting him was okay. I don't know, maybe I wanted to give him an explanation so badly in hopes that he'd understand and forgive me.

More than that though, I wanted to say sorry because I was sorry. And it felt important to say, regardless of what happened afterwards.

Despite that train of thought, it took me a month and a half to work out what to say.

And another month after that to find the courage to send it.

He never responded.

     I didn't stop talking to the others like I thought I'd have to.

And I kept talking to Jungkook.

     Whenever I couldn't sleep, he'd set up his phone so I could watch him play video games until I drifted off. He'd call me at work and ask to be held in my pocket so he could hear how my day went (it was a bad line he'd gotten from Jin, but he wound up liking doing it).

He told me that he'd apologize to Yoongi for suggesting that we don't tell him. A light of appreciation for him glowed through the layers of pain.

     It was so easy with Jungkook.

     I couldn't say when he became a part of my daily life. It was like I woke up one day and couldn't remember how life had ever felt without him.

     My feelings for him were warm, like I was always about to drift to sleep in the sunshine. We grew incredibly protective over each other, both of us having to convince the other to not make impulsive trips when one was sad.

     Anytime either of us found something interesting, we would spend the next week or two both learning about it. Blowing phone's up with fun facts and side topics that we'd come across.

     We weren't just friends. There wasn't any denying that.

     But we never talked about what we were, there was simply an understanding. Natural, simple, that was how it always felt with him.

I didn't hear back from Yoongi for almost a year and a half.

It was midday, on a Tuesday.

I had just gotten out of my last class for the day.

Yoongi called me.

"Uh, hey." his voice sounded strange, excitement helping to keep something else pushed back.

"Hey, it's been so-"

"Hey it's me, do you remember me?" Lacey's voice giggled through the speaker and my spine went rigid.

I had to keep moving, taking loops around school buildings and letting myself get lost. I told Lacey I did remember her and she squealed before saying to Yoongi, "You see? I'm very memorable.". The sound of a kiss squelched into my ear and I gritted my teeth.

Why they hell were they calling me?

"So yeah, uh, anyways, we just found a place near you. Most of the guys will come with us, Jin has to sort out some work stuff before he can join though. So uh, we'll be there in early November. See you then?". He sounded uncertain.

I was turning a corner as he said it and misjudged the distance, smacking a shoulder into concrete.

"Did you just hit something?" the concern in his voice pissed me off.

I felt stubborn for no reason.

"No.", I scoffed, "But I'm excited to see you all again. Thanks for letting me know.". Coldness felt like a necessary strategy. Especially with Lacey on the phone with us.

I didn't feel cold though, I felt like disintegrating.

They were getting a place together.

They were moving here.

[moochi-daisies]

HIS HAIR. HIS OUTFIT. IM. HELLOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?!!????

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“Jin hyung is so cute. He’s the oldest but he likes to whine” - Jimin

[moochi-daisies]

i hyperfocused while finishing chapter 7, started writing at 9am, remembered blinking once and then saw the time was 4:44pm.

time absolutely disappeared on me, i got so sucked into the story.

i really hope people read it, i'm excited to start the next part. but that shall not be today haha.

[moochi-daisies]

2012. 07.

- 18+, Minors DNI

- Content Contains: smoking, some more kisses, a few tears (but it'll be ok the story isn't over yet)

- Length: 7.2k words

- In Summation: Two people fall in love, which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.

- Side Notes: *the edits finally saved!!! i'm happy with it now i hope you like it haha* this chapter concludes the "how we met" part of the story, thank you for reading! and i hope you enjoy <3 :)

Find the rest here!

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I woke up with my head resting on Yoongi's chest, our hands that we fell asleep holding still intertwined. It must have been early, not a hint of light shining in through the window. I didn't want to wake him, ok more than that, I didn't want to move away from him.

His body was warm, the beats of his heart pumping against my ear, keeping me drowsy.

It felt so right.

Being close to him like this.

The arms holding hands were pressed underneath us. It should've been uncomfortable but my other arm was draped across his torso, his free arm wrapping back against mine and holding my elbow. Small twinges of pain were numbed by fingers unconsciously rubbing against my forearm.

Ever so slightly, I tucked my chin and snuggled deeper against his chest. Inhaling deeply.

The scent of cedar-wood and honeyed tobacco swirled up through my head, almost making me dizzy.

Trying my best to will myself back to sleep, I shut my eyes. Cementing the feeling of him holding me into memory, taking note of how his ribs pressed softly against my chest. How the bones of his hips nestled into the softness of my stomach.

The hand holding mine gripped tighter, the fingers wrapping along my elbows pressing firmly as his muscles contracted.

"Oh goddammit my arm is all tingly" his sleepy morning voice was deeper than usual. Yoongi's head tilted, speaking into the top of my head. Breath blowing heat onto my skull and raising goosebumps down the back of my neck.

I didn't move but squeaked out a small, "I'm sorry". My lips rubbing against his pectoral muscle as I did.

There was a pause.

Neither of us moving.

When he spoke next the words came out gently, "It's okay. Lemme just-" wiggling his fingers out from mine he pulled his arm from underneath us and let it wrap around my upper body, hand falling to my waist.

My shirt had drifted up, the skin on skin contact pulling my heart into my stomach.

I felt short of breath as goosebumps raised along where he was touching me. He must've assumed it was from the cold, lifting his hand to pull the blanket over me before settling his hand back down on top of it.

I swallowed down disappointment.

My fingers took a stronger hold around his waist and the ones he had around my elbow slid along my forearm, tracing lazy circles.

Soft snores came from him as he fell back to sleep, and I joined him shortly after.

The feeling of his hand holding the back of my head woke me back up. I don't know how much later it had been but the grey light from outside was now filtering in through the window. His fingers were bunching lightly, massaging my scalp absentmindedly.

A sudden awareness of drool pooling along the corner of my mouth snapped me out of my drowsiness.

My hand that had been across his body was now clutching his shirt, fingers curling into the collar.

I lifted my chin and he pressed his own down into my hair, "You wanna have some coffee and a smoke?" he murmured.

I nodded my response.

He pulled me tightly against him with a low groan before stretching his arms out.

I knew we had to move to get out of the bed but part of me wished we could've stayed glued in that position. Part of me wished we could've found a way to materialize onto the front porch couch without ever disconnecting from each other.

Sitting up, we both looked at each other. The shy smile on his face twisting my insides. I wanted to grab hold of him, to press soft kisses over his cheeks until he pushed me away. I wanted to believe he wouldn't push me away, but pull me into a deeply passionate kiss instead.

What happened in reality, was that we both looked down.

"I've never invited someone to see me play a show like this before" he said, looking down at the lumps in the blanket where our legs were. "I wanted to make it worth coming all the way here for" he finished, lips pulling back on one side.

"This whole trip has been worth it" the words flew out of me without thinking, "Meeting you, I mean. Um, meeting everyone too. You were worth the 13 hour ride, I'd do it again if you let me.". I tried swallowing after closing my mouth, finding it dry.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, the side-smile pulling into a full one across his face.

"Next time, I'll come to you. How about that, ok?" Chuckling softly, he didn't wait for a response and turned to grab a hoodie.

He wants to see me again?

There's gonna be a next time?

He would make the trip out, all the way, just to see me?

The happiness burned through my ribcage, heat rising up to my cheeks.

I sat there smiling to myself until I looked up and realized he had been standing there looking at me.

There was a fondness in his gaze, "Cute. C'mon" he waved his hand, waiting for me to join him.

Scrambling out of the bed, I pulled on my bunny jacket and grabbed his denim one.

"I like that you've been wearing that so much" he said casually, turning to walk down the hallway. "It smells like you now.".

My foot tripped on nothing at his words and I fell against his back.

Looking back towards me confused, I took a full step behind me and shoved my hands into the jacket pockets.

"Haha, clumsy. Thank you for lending it to me, it's been a lifesaver" I spoke the words without hearing them. Wandering thoughts of when he had smelled the jacket, what he thought I smelled like, if my scent had an affect on him too, all churning through my mind.

Smirking he turned to continue towards the kitchen and I blew out some air towards the hair that had fallen in front of my face. It floated briefly before I tucked it behind my ears. Folding my arms around the middle of my body, I followed behind him.

The house was eerily quiet, the most silent it had been since my arrival.

Jungkook lay sprawled on the living room couch, his body sinking into the cushions. Yesterday's events began playing like a mental movie reel and I choked on nothing.

I wanted to cover him with a blanket, to tuck him in and kiss his forehead. How often did he fall asleep like this?

His closed eyes screwed up tightly and his nose wrinkled. Pouting his lips and furrowing his eyebrows.

Yoongi didn't turn around but paused under the doorway to the kitchen. Deciding against my urge to cover Jungkook, I walked up behind Yoongi and hooked my chin over his shoulder.

It shook underneath me as we both tried stifling laughs.

Jimin and Tae were both still on the kitchen floor. Tae now flat on his back and Jimin curled up against his chest. Jimin hadn't let go of the pan handle and Tae now had a grip on the other side of it.

"These two are fuckin' ridiculous but I love them" Yoongi mused as he tiptoed into the kitchen. Making his way around the scattered pans on the floor to the coffee pot. I stayed where I was.

"How long have you known them?" I asked quietly.

"Hmm, Jimin I've known since middle school. And I guess I met Tae at the same time. They've known each other since elementary school. Kind of a two for one deal" Yoongi responded. Grabbing a bag of coffee beans and a grinder, he grimaced.

"They're gonna be pissed at me for making loud noises." and I snorted out a laugh.

"Doesn't matter that they're the ones sleeping in the kitchen, huh?" I said teasingly and Yoongi chuckled to himself before shaking his head.

"Nope. Sorry though- hang on a sec.".

He filled up the grinder with beans and pressed the button, turning to stare directly at Jimin and Tae on the floor.

Groans from both of them rivaled the volume of sound coming from the grinder.

"I am so weak." Tae moaned pathetically, releasing his grip from the pan to flop his arm over his eyes.

"Yoongi, you are so cruel" Jimin added, just as pitifully.

Yoongi and I caught eyes, both of us grinning.

"Yeah well, you're the dumbasses sleeping on the kitchen floor. You know I do this every morning" he shot back.

Tae and Jimin both started up with their retorts and I turned back to glance at Jungkook, who seemed blissfully unaware. Slumbering soundly through the commotion.

Jin, Hobi and Namjoon came into the living room. With mussed up hair and crusty eyes, they yawned as they shuffled through.

Hobi and Namjoon grumbled out sleepy "good mornings" as they entered the kitchen. Jin paused, leaning down onto my shoulder.

"I'm. So. Hungover." he said weakly. I let out a sympathetic "aw" before reaching back to pat his head. Unintentionally hitting his face with my hand instead.

"Ow!" letting out a whine, he stood up and held his face. Yoongi letting out a belly laugh as I tried apologizing.

"Thought you'd comfort me in my time of need, no need to get violent" Jin said dramatically and walked over to the small table that was against a wall of the kitchen. Slumping into one of the chairs he moaned, stretching his body over the table surface.

"We're just a cheery bunch this morning aren't we?" Namjoon joked, spacing out after as he leaned against a counter.

Hobi started poking Tae and Jimin with his feet. Eliciting loud complaints from them while they rolled around on the floor.

Yoongi had turned his back towards me, pulling coffee cups out of cabinets and chatting quietly with Namjoon.

I turned back to the living room towards Jungkook. Grabbing a blanket I quickly threw it over him, tucking it in around his shoulders. One of his hands shot out to grab mine, startling me.

One eye squinted shut, the other peeked open to find my face.

"I like waking up to this" the words came out softly. Surprise melted away into something that clutched my heart and squeezed it fiercely.

Shaking his hand from mine, I brushed his hair back from his forehead. His fingers drifted down to my leg to wrap around my knee. Hugging it closer, he turned onto his side and sighed before falling back asleep.

"C'mon guys move" Yoongi's voice grumbled from the kitchen. Panic reared it's head, my palms growing clammy as I tried gently prying Jungkook's hand away from my leg. Yoongi stepped into the living room moments after I had succeeded.

I could feel the redness on my face while Yoongi's eyes traveled down to Jungkook and back up to meet mine.

Making a look of faux suspicion, he let out a small "hm" before jerking his chin towards one of the coffee mugs in his hands.

I stepped forward to grab it from him, the fear of him seeing me care for Jungkook swiftly replaced with the nervousness of seeing him up close.

The expression on his face was serious but not angry. Onyx pools penetrating, like he was reading my mind to learn what I was doing instead of asking.

I took in some air, opening my mouth to explain before my breath was caught in my chest.

Yoongi tilted his head slightly, brushing the tip of his nose against mine.

"Lessgo" he said softly.

And with that, we both walked out the front door.

I still hadn't adjusted to being greeted by the icy morning air. The tip of my nose burning from the cold within seconds of exposure. My muscles felt stiff as I sat on the front porch couch, shoulders tensed and risen in an attempt to warm my neck.

Yoongi sat next to me, throwing a leg over my own and an arm around my shoulders to pull me towards him.

Time ceased to exist whenever he touched me. Each moment feeling drawn out and amplified.

I was getting too used to this.

Addicted might even be a better word for it.

It was like the world only spun the right direction while he was close to me. Whenever he pulled away, atoms began bouncing around in chaotic patterns, drowning out any sense of order.

Fingers dipping softly under my chin to lift it, a cigarette was placed between my lips before getting lit for me.

He lightly stroked the backs of his fingers along the side of my face afterwards, a sense of relaxation about him that hadn't been there the days prior.

Sighing, he turned to light his own. Holding it between two fingers, he grabbed the coffee cup he had placed on the side table. Perching it on his knee.

We both took drags and small sips in silence. This moment of peace falling around us like a protective bubble.

"I don't want to go back home" the words came out of me unplanned.

"I don't want you to either" his response was quiet, almost a whisper.

"It feels right with you here" he added. And I could feel my heart soaring, growing bigger and pushing against the cavity it was nestled in. Trying it's best to float free.

"Yeah, this feels right" the words were barely audible. I could feel a flush growing on my cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold.

After a few more sips and puffs he let me know he had tried to get off work for the day, but to no avail. I listened as he told me that he had dropped out of college to pursue music, working some shifts at the music store Hobi's dad owned, some part time shifts at the convenience store where Tae worked, bartending some nights at the venue we were at last night.

I was in awe of his dedication to his passion. Of all he was doing to make his dreams come true.

I felt inspired to pursue my own dreams the same way, believing for the first time that they weren't just silly dreams. That they weren't unrealistic, if I made the effort to make them a reality.

I felt a sickening lurch in my stomach, at the thought of him working with Lacey. Of them bonding over crappy customers and laughing over inside jokes.

I tried to focus on how incredible he was, asking questions about what led him to music.

He had always dreamed of it, he told me. There was a feeling deep within him, a satisfaction that only came from making songs. A pride he felt in creating them from scratch.

"A song in your heart you just had to get out?" I said jokingly.

He flashed a gummy smile before looking off into the distance. "Yeah, something like that" he said, lost in thought.

I wanted to make him smile like that every day, I wanted to inspire happiness. Staring at him as he looked at nothing, the curve of his nose was beautiful.

The outline of his lips.

The soft roundedness of his cheeks.

I felt in love with him.

Shaking the thought out of my head, he turned back towards me. A serious look on his face as he leaned back, holding me firmly against him.

"Lacey wanted to know what was going on with us last night. I told her I'm not interested in dating her. That I'm interested in someone else." his words were calm but strong.

My eyes widened in shock and got a small laugh out of him.

"You can't be that surprised. Is this how you are with all of your friends?" his question had me taken aback.

"No...I'm not like this with anyone" chewing on my lip, I thought of my words carefully. "I guess, I didn't want to get my hopes up until you said it.".

A look of exaggerated confusion spread across Yoongi's face, "Said it? Hm, said what? I don't know what I said..." and I shoved against his shoulder with a giggle.

Smiling, he looked down at his now empty coffee mug.

"Look, I know Jungkook likes you too. I believe that you like me and I'm not gonna tell you what to do. Maybe just-" he paused, his lips pressing together in concentration, "Maybe just talk with him while I'm at work or something ok? I'll be back in a couple hours and will be here to take you to the bus. I promise.".

"I'll talk with him. And I wish- I really wish I could spend more time with you before I leave. But I'll be excited to see you when you get back" the honesty of the conversation lifted a weight off both of us.

Turning his head, he leaned in and pressed the sweetest kiss against my cheek.

Without looking at me afterwards, he stood up and walked back inside.

I stayed on the couch for a minute more. Everything we had just talked about weaving and bobbing through my head.

There was no time to reflect on how it all made me feel or what all of it meant however.

Jin, Jimin, Tae and Jungkook all came yawning out of the front door, spreading out onto the porch.

Everyone reached for cigarettes, placing coffee mugs down and finding places to sit.

Jimin and Tae both sat in a rocking chair that was on the other side of the side table. Tae held Jimin in his lap, leaning against his back with bloodshot eyes, blinking blearily. Jimin sat with a tight hold on Tae's arm, a spaced out look on his face that lifted his eyebrows.

Jin sat on the side of the couch closest to the side table, elbow propped against the arm rest and leaning his forehead against his hand. His legs spread wide as his spine curled against the back of the couch.

Jungkook sat between Jin and I, looking more alert than the rest and clearing his throat. He followed Jin in leaning back, legs spreading wide as he scratched at his stomach.

His puppy eyes were round as he stared blankly ahead. The oversized flannel slipping off one shoulder, defined muscles of his chest exposed.

I let out a huff of annoyance, "How are you not freezing?" I grumbled and turned to pull his shirt up.

A cocky side grin on his face, he reached into a pocket to pull out his cigarettes.

"Distracting you, am I?" he winked.

I frowned and opened my mouth to retort. He placed a cigarette in the opening and I closed my lips around it before he lit it for me.

"You can't just shut me up like that" I glared at him and he laughed.

"Works when Yoongi does it though. Also, I've got a perfectly good jacket for you right here you know. Borrow mine sometime" I could feel a bite from his words as he grabbed a cigarette of his own.

Someone woke up feeling confident.

Jimin was getting out smokes for him and Tae, eyes locked on Jungkook's face.

"Slow down there lover boy" he muttered. Cigarette dangling between his pursed lips, he looked like an adorable grumpy duckling.

He turned to give one to Tae, who kept his eyes closed while opening his mouth. A small "hmph" of agreement came out of Tae and Jimin nodded to himself.

Jin spoke up next, yelling his complaint, "Why am I the only one getting my own cigarette?". The rest of us laughed in response. His expression souring before he covered his face with a hand.

Standing up, I walked around in front of him and took the one he was limply holding in his lap.

Sticking it between his puffy lips, I struggled to light it. Hands freezing from the cold.

"Got it!" I congratulated myself, earning a weak round of "yay's" from the guys.

Conversation was slow, mostly discussing plans for the day. We all took turns moping over my departure later in the evening. Jimin and Tae tried to lift the mood by assuring me that they'd already started to plan when they could all come visit me next.

"Yoongi asked us about it last night, don't worry, you're not getting rid of us that easily" Jin said before blowing smoke up towards the sky.

"I never wanna get rid of you guys, I want you all to get on the bus with me" I griped.

The words did bring comfort though, that they all wanted me around as much as I wanted them.

Hobi poked his head out of the door, "Namjoon and I made breakfast. Who's hungry?" he quipped before dipping his head down to take a drag of my cigarette.

"Ugh, nasty." he grimaced after exhaling, "one day we're all gonna quit. Right guys?" and the others rolled their eyes, a chorus of "yeah yeah yeah's" ringing out.

Everyone leaned over to the ashtray before moving to go inside, stretching and making sleepy noises as they did.

Jungkook and I stayed where we were, explaining we'd be inside soon before the door closed shut.

The second the others were away, Jungkook's hand slid over my thigh. I told myself I needed the warmth and wrapped my arm under his, clinging to his jacket. Pushing my nose into his shoulder.

"Yoongi said we should talk" I mumbled into his sleeve, my voice slightly nasally from my mushed up nose. "About how he likes me and um, that he won't tell me what to do with you." I couldn't hide the sadness in my tone.

I didn't think I was sad, hearing those words from Yoongi had made me so happy I felt close to bursting.

Repeating them to Jungkook though, feeling his body against mine again, I couldn't help the regret burrowing a pit within me.

"It's okay. Ha, I wanted to call you baby just now" he snorted, leaning his head back against the wall behind the couch. I clenched his arm and looked up at him.

A protruding vein along his neck showed his pulse. The feeling of the muscle under my tongue seared through me and I lowered my head back to press against his bicep.

"Look, I'm really glad you came. And uh, I can't say I'm rooting for you two. But Yoongi is like a big brother to me, I want him to be happy. Don't forget about me though" he chuckled as he said it, "If things don't work out, I'm not gonna forget about you just like that.".

I pushed myself off his shoulder and slammed a hand flat against his chest, turning my body to look into his eyes.

A weakness fluttered in the base of my throat, he really was handsome.

Pushing one finger out to poke at him, I huffed indignantly, "I'm not gonna forget about you either Jungkook. If I had come here to see you, or talked to you first- this would be an entirely different situation. Also, you're not just a back up plan for if things don't work out with Yoongi. My feelings for you are separate and have nothing to do with him.".

He lifted an eyebrow at the end, a boyish grin growing.

"So you do have feelings for me!" he wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, laughing and untangling our arms. Quietly groaning an "oh my god" I pushed my shoulder against his before standing up.

He followed after me, threading both arms through mine and clasping hands together around my stomach to hug me from behind.

I froze for a moment before turning, throwing my arms around his waist and squishing my cheek against his chest. Strong arms wrapped around my shoulders, a kiss pressing against the top of my head.

"I have feelings for you too" he said, cocky tone evaporating. The sincerity in his voice cracked through the resolve I had to leave it at a hug.

I lifted my head to look at him, our eyes mirroring the care and sadness we both felt.

His eyelids lowered with mine following. Bringing our lips together, the first kiss was slow and full of longing. Mouths opening against each other as we both sighed.

"Oh" Jungkook breathed out, voice small and sounding on the verge of tears.

There was nothing I could say to help him feel better, so I kissed him again. Stronger this time, with a promise I didn't have the words for.

By the third kiss, I could feel the hunger Jungkook had been trying to keep at bay.

Unlike the morning softness that came from being held by Yoongi, Jungkook pressed my body against his with a fervor. The front of my chest meeting his solid frame, the softness of my stomach molding against tights abs. His hips started to buck against me, and I could feel a hardness working to find it's way between my inner thighs.

Panting, and with every ounce of willpower I had, I pulled away.

Jungkook look terrified, holding me by the tops of my arms with a grip so tight I worried bruises might form.

"Fuck, sorry. I'm sorry- I just- it always feels so much better than- I'm sorry" he had pulled his lower body away from me. Leaning his torso forward and looking at me fearfully.

I shook myself out from his grip and tried redirecting the mood. Reaching out to pat the top of his head and making my best effort to appear unshaken, I replied "No, don't say sorry. It's not just you. You feel good to me too". Trying to sell the act, I smiled at him hard enough that my cheeks pushed my eyes closed.

He groaned and turned away from me, a hand covering his face as he did.

"Don't tell me thaaaat. My self control is bad enough as it is. Go inside, I need to uh, calm down." the last part made me giggle. He pouted, trying to shoot daggers at me, succeeding only at looking like a puppy being told "no" for the first time.

"We're ok?" I asked, trying to control the concern in my tone.

His smile was sweet as he nodded back at me, "we're ok.".

Nodding to myself, I turned to head inside.

The others had gathered in the living room and kitchen. On the couch, Tae was laying on Jimin's lap while Jimin dropped pieces of scrambled eggs and bacon into his mouth like a mother bird. Yoongi sat next to them, scrolling through his phone with one hand and a piece of bacon in the other. Jin had assumed the same position on the living room couch that he had been in outside, the food on his plate was untouched, balancing on his lap.

My stomach was full of feelings that were playing dodgeball with an active grenade.

Sitting between Jin and Yoongi, I kept my arms straight by my sides and exhaled as evenly as I could manage.

Yoongi dropped his phone to put a hand on my knee, turning to wiggle his piece of bacon in my face.

I took a small bite, forgetting how I normally took bites of anything, self consciously wondering if my teeth looked normal as I did.

Yoongi finished the rest before standing up and announcing his departure for work.

Jin's eyes lifted open and he waved a hand in his direction.

Tae and Jimin gave waggled limps wrists as their goodbye's, Hobi and Namjoon both yelling out "see you later's" and "work hard bro's".

Feeling antsy, I took Yoongi's plate from him, offering to clean it and he gave back an appreciative smile.

I felt like a ghost as I walked towards the kitchen. The reality that there were only hours left with them all was doing it's best to suck away at the joy I'd experienced.

Well, I'd experienced a lot more than just joy here, hadn't I?

An entire spectrum of emotion that I normally had to search so hard to find. Tucked away in this cozy corner of the universe.

The plate slipped out of my fingers as I got lost in existentialist ramblings.

It clattered loudly into the sink and I yelped in surprise. Hobi screeching with me and Namjoon letting out a bellowing "why". I quickly said sorry before the thought of not saying bye to Yoongi activated my fight or flight response.

He's about to leave!

When he comes back, it'll be to take me to the bus stop.

He can't leave without me saying goodbye, what if something happens and he can't come home before I have to go?

What if this is, goodbye?

I hurdled myself out of the kitchen, to see Yoongi putting on his shoes.

He stood up as I was walked over, looking at me with concern. "What did- oh!" he started before I threw my arms around his neck in a hug.

He hugged me back while softly laughing to himself. Our bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Time slowed and the chaos of my thoughts straightened out into a coherent line.

Not wanting to end the hug I whispered into his ear, "Have a good day at work.".

I could hear the smile in his voice as he responded, "Thank you, I'll see you soon right?" and I nodded. Squeezing me a little tighter before letting me go, he turned and walked out the door.

I stayed in place for a moment.

The emptiness that came from him leaving whooshed through me, my body feeling hollow.

Instead of returning to the couch, I lay directly down on the floor. Finding difficulty with breathing on my back, I rolled over, resting my forehead against my arms.

Sucking in air through my nose for 4 counts, I held my breath for 5 before exhaling out a loud groaning sound for 6.

Breathing technique complete.

I still felt terrible.

"I take it you're gonna write about this aren't you?" Jin's teasing comment smacked me on the back.

"Shut up." I groaned into the carpet.

"Maybe you are Yoongi's soulmate and not mine after all, dearest" Tae said amused.

My hands clenched into fists before relaxing.

Jungkook came in through the front door, pausing when he saw me on the ground.

"Yeah she's good" I heard Jimin say, "her writing has just been inspired.".

I sat up at that and whipped around to face him, narrowing my eyebrows and sticking out my tongue. He blew me a kiss back.

The rest of the day went by slowly, the guys had the day off from work and were all too hungover to do much.

Jungkook resumed playing his game, Jin half-asleep half-watching him. Jimin joined me on the floor and we stretched together before he curled up to take a nap. Tae also joined in on the floor after dragging various painting supplies over.

He gave us each a canvas, showing me different techniques as we painted.

He was at the same college as Jimin and the others, getting a Fine Arts degree. He really hated school he shared with me, but he wanted to appease his parents. A sentiment we both shared.

Hobi and Namjoon came out to the couch to join us, Hobi scrolling on his phone and Namjoon working on some paper that was due next class.

I didn't want to leave.

The thought played on a loop throughout the day. It wasn't until Jin got up to make dinner that the loop was put on hold, as I trudged into the kitchen to help him. Hoping for a distraction from my obsessively repetitive thought cycle.

"Told ya he liked you." Jin's sudden remark pulled me out of my wallowing.

I paused, mid-onion chop and he giggled at the look on my face.

"Yeah, yeah" I grumbled, "I'm so happy I live so far away.". The sarcasm in my voice dripped into the air.

"Oh hey now, we meant it when we said we were planning to come see you. The distance sucks but it's not- you know" Jin waved his hands around, "It's not the end.".

Putting down the knife I walked over and smushed my face against the side of his arm, hugging him and mumbling out my thanks.

He reached an arm across to pat my face.

"See how I did that without smacking you?" he teased and I broke away from him laughing. Tsking slightly as I went back to chopping.

Yoongi came home a few minutes before dinner was ready. Unwrapping his scarf from his neck and toeing off his shoes.

He was grumbly, the annoyance showing clearly across his face as he walked over to one of the seats surrounding the kitchen table.

The day had not gone well, customers ignoring his advice and spending absurd amounts of money on instruments for kids that clearly had no interest in pursuing music.

"The amount these parents drop on these shitty ass kids is asinine" he griped, stewing, "And the kids are so ungrateful. They have no idea what they're getting and it'll probably all just go to waste, unused. So fuckin' annoying.".

I nodded sympathetically, Jin throwing in some comments about how at least Yoongi wouldn't have to worry about them being future competitors in the industry.

"Yeah" I chimed in, "you know the work it takes and the commitment required to make it. Nothing you have is going to waste, if they don't wanna listen to you that'll just be their regret later. Not your burden to carry.". He smiled at me, Jin smirking as he walked to the living room to let the others know the food was ready.

We all slipped into different conversations as we ate, more somber than we had been. My leaving was looming over us, unavoidable as soon as dinner was over.

Silverware scraped against empty bowls as we finished, silence enveloping the group.

"Can't you just stay another day?" Tae broke the silence with a whine, "It's not fair, you just got here!" and the others murmured in agreement.

I'd been sitting on the floor in front of the couch between Tae and Yoongi. Flopping my head onto Tae's knee, "I really, really don't want to go" I tried not to cry as I said the words.

"We're coming to you next" Namjoon's voice was like a hug, "Don't you forget it." he finished.

"Don't you forget it either" I tried joking, unable to look at any of them. "I better get my stuff", I pushed myself up to head towards Yoongi's room, only partially registering the hushed whispers that broke out behind me as I left.

After I returned, everyone had stood up and made their way to the front door. Tugging on jackets, scarves and hats. Tae had a handknit bucket hat with a giant flower flopping along the brim. Tears welled behind my eyes, the love for them all pushing against my vocal chords.

"Love you guys" I exclaimed, tears bursting out of me as I did. My chest heaved but felt too tight to take a full breath. Trying to calm myself down, I inhaled deeply through my nose. Blinking hot tears and feeling them trickle down my cheeks.

The guys all turned towards me, responding with "aw's" and "love you too's". Yoongi crossed over to me, wiping the tears away with his thumb and pulling me into a hug with a small laugh. Jungkook behind him clenched his fists by his side, turning to look at the front door, away from us. After Yoongi pulled away, Jimin and Hobi yanked me between them. Keeping arms around my shoulders, they walked me out the door.

"Sweetie don't worry" Hobi pressed his cheek onto the top of my head. "A lot happened here huh?" and I clung to the back of his jacket with a vice grip.

"How about...you write a story about us and I'll make a dance about you. Yeah?" Jimin's cheeks pressed his eyes closed as he smiled at me.

"You guysss" I warbled out. Dangerously close to completely breaking down into sobs.

When we got into the car this time, Jimin and Tae mushed themselves into the passenger seat. Yoongi sat where I had been behind the driver's seat. Hobi, Namjoon and Jungkook folded into the back seat with us. I sat on the floor by Yoongi's feet, my hands wrapped under his leg and resting my cheek against his knee.

He kept a hand on my head the entire drive, gently stroking the back of it and smoothing out tangles with his fingers.

Jin drove slowly, taking extra time at stop signs and buying moments wherever he could.

We still arrived at the bus stop too quickly.

Standing around the car, I looked at the faces in front of me.

"Thank you so much for everything, this whole trip. It means a lot more to me than I know how to express" my voice was shaky as I spoke.

"Oh c'mere" Jin rolled his eyes teasingly at me, reaching an arm out and yanking me into a fierce hug. Namjoon was next, it was like hugging a soap scented teddy bear. Hobi danced his way over, making a little "woop" sound effect as he hugged me. "Muah, muah, muah!" he kissed the side of my head and rubbed my back before I was passed off to Jimin.

Jimin tilted his head, a knowing and loving look in his eyes as he wrapped me up into his gentle embrace. "Don't think you aren't special to us too." he whispered quietly in my ear. His eyebrows lifted as I looked towards him, trying to comprehend what he meant.

"TAKE ME WITH YOU!" Tae cried as he tackled me into his arms. Rocking back and forth, he squeezed me so tightly I couldn't lift my own to hug him back. Giving up, I giggled and joined him in the theatrics. "COME WITH ME MY LOVE!" I yelled, pulling back to see tears glinting in his eyes, we smiled at each other.

Jungkook stood waiting, silently. Tongue flicking around his lip rings. Looking up at me, he winked and curled his lips back into his cocky grin. "Don't miss us too much." he said, a fist gently tapping me on the shoulder. I rolled my eyes with exaggeration, stepping closer to hug him. He held me softly, before clearing his throat and shaking his head.

As he dropped his arms, he slid his hand underneath my arm. Catching my hand in his grip for a moment. Squeezing tightly once, sadness flashed behind his eyes and he turned away. Hunting in his pockets for a cigarette. The clenching in my chest ached and I chewed on the inside of my cheek. Unable to go after him, unable to say anything more.

Giving them all a small wave, I turned to Yoongi who had his hand outstretched for me to take. Grabbing it, he walked me over to the bus station building, tucking behind a brick wall so that we were out of sight from the rest of the group.

The wall blocked out the light from the streetlamp, our shadows disappearing as we stepped across the pavement.

Stopping, he faced me. Our faces only inches apart.

"I just, wanted to do this before you left" his deep voice rattled through my nerves. His dark eyes were traveling slowly, up and down my face with such intensity it felt like being touched.

My breath caught in my chest, overtly aware of every sensation my body was experiencing.

I could see his chest lifting as he took a breath. I felt the warmth of his hand on the side of my face before he reached it, cupping it softly. Long fingers covering most of the length, pressing down slightly to pull me towards him.

It happened in slow motion and at the speed of light.

The dip of his cupid's bow and pinkness of his lips fully defined, even in the darkness.

His lips were so soft against mine, I couldn't get the satisfaction of feeling that they were ever close enough. My hands jumped to his collar, dragging his body into mine. His free hand took gentle hold of my waist as his feet stepped closer.

Pulling his face back, a devilish smirk gleamed as he rubbed a thumb along my bottom lip.

Almost as a reflex, I stuck my tongue out and bit the tip of it lightly. The widening eyes and expression on his face threatened to unleash something feral within me.

I struggled to breathe, dizzy with the feeling of the kiss and desperate to feel his lips again.

"More please." the words came rasping out of me. My throat feeling raw from the passion it was swallowing back.

He leaned in with more intensity this time, hand sliding down the outside of my hip to cup under my ass. Grabbing at it and opening his mouth against mine.

I sighed into him, small "ah's" and "mm's" escaping me as my hands slid behind his neck. Sliding through silky locks of hair and losing all sense of how tight my grip around him was.

I could feel his heart beat against my chest, my own pounding with a strength that I'd never known it was capable of.

My lower body felt molded against his, the hardening under his jeans becoming a chase my hips hunted to find.

I bit his lower lip, the softness of it drawing out a moan as he sucked in a breath. His tongue pushed into my mouth, dancing with my own.

I had stopped caring about breathing.

I would have gladly taken my last breath there.

The honking of the bus, pulled him away from me. Shaking, I tried to collect myself. His breathing uneven, he laughed to himself softly.

"I've been wanting to do that this whole time." he admitted quietly.

And my body felt strange, drawn back towards him like a magnet.

Holding his face I pulled him in to kiss him again and pushed him back against the brick wall.

Not wanting to stop.

Not being able to stop.

"You're gonna mish your bus." he got out between kisses and I groaned, exasperated.

"I don't want that right now." I huffed impatiently. Not understanding how he could stop so easily.

He cocked his head, seemingly reading my mind.

"I don't want to stop this" his words were gentle, "I want to do this again when I come see you.".

I blinked, remembering where we were.

What was happening outside of the kiss.

That I was heading home.

"Whyy did you wait so long?" I was aware I sounded like a brat but I was sick of holding myself back.

Yoongi laughed, lifting his arms to unwrap his scarf. He pulled me in for another kiss, draping the scarf around my neck as he did.

Stopping before I could deepen it, he side-smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"I was too nervous." he said simply.

Out of all the "what if" games I had played these past few days, "what if he is nervous around me" had never once crossed my mind.

Grabbing my hand after I fell silent, he moved ahead to walk me towards the bus.

Trying to prolong the inevitable, I turned towards him before getting on.

"Well, I'm glad you did. It was worth the wait" I mumbled, "All of this was.".

Yoongi tilted his head at that, pressing one final kiss against my lips. The boys watching from the car broke out into hollering whoops, Tae's voice yelling "Finally!". We laughed, foreheads still close together.

"I'll see you soon." he said, the darkness of his eyes melting as I felt tears stinging my own.

Clearing my throat, and blinking tears back, I sassed out a "You better." before moving away from him. Shooting him a grin, I turned away to walk up the steps onto the bus.

Everything in me was screaming to turn around, to move in with the guys and find a way to make it work after the fact. It took all of my energy to find my seat, my toes scrunched in my shoes, fighting against my urge to turn back and run into Yoongi's arms again.

Sitting down, I looked out to the boys surrounding the car in the parking lot. Just like they had been when I first arrived. 7 hands lifted to wave at me as the bus doors closed with a swooshing sound.

I waved back, my jacket sleeve covering my hand before shaking it down. Deciding not to care how long I waved, I kept waving, watching them until the bus station had completely left my view.

Turning in my seat, I slumped down. A raw ache in my chest yanking on every vulnerable emotion that had risen to the surface. The tears that started falling were hot and fat, the liquid thick enough that it burned as they pushed out from my eyes.

Raising my arm up to wipe them away, I curled my fingers around my sleeve, only to be hit with the realization that I was still wearing Yoongi's jacket.

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Just as Friends Series Masterlist

Series is ongoing, I'm still learning how to format but for now - here are all the current chapters!

Series Summary: Two people fall in love, which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.

2012 (how we met) is the first part of the series and has 7 chapters. 2015 (how we got closer) will be the continuation of the story (chapter number tbd, my plans for this have gone out the window, I can't stop writing this series haha). 2018 and 2022 will follow (in theory)

18+, Minors DNI

Content contains: smoking, drinking, underage drinking, tension, some kisses and sexy moments (no smut).

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Jungkook x Reader, all members included platonically.

(tbh idk if it's x reader or not, but it's written with hope that the reader imagines that they are the main character. so it works in that regard? please correct me if i'm completely off base!)

Genre: Infuriating slowburn, angst.

i hope you enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read if you do :) <3 i welcome feedback if you feel so inclined. not everything is proofread, if something hinders your reading experience please lemme know and i'll fix it asap.

2012 - how we met

2012.01 (Length: 1k words)

2012.02. (Length: 5k words)

2012.03. (Length: 3.3k words)

2012.04. (Length: 3.4k words)

2012.05. (Length: 2.2k words)

2012.06. (Length: 5.5k words)

2012.07. (Length: 7.2k words)

2015 - how we got closer

2015. 01. (Length: 3.1k words)

2015.02. (Length: 2.6k words)

2015.03. (coming soon)

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2012. 06.

- 18+, minors DNI

- Content includes: swearing, alcohol, smoking, tension, sexy dancing and a kiss or two

- Length: 5.56k

- Side Notes: jk isn't the bad guy!! jin makes a dad joke, namjoon's rapping skills make their debut. yoongi is devastating. thank you for giving this a read if you do. i hope you enjoy <3

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Namjoon waved us over to the booth, Jin propped up next to him with a glass of water. Looking more alert than he had outside, he flashed a peace sign and a tiny smile. Jungkook was still perched on the back of the seat, lifting his glass and scrunching his nose as his lips curled into a grin. Tae was trying to get Namjoon's attention and hadn't noticed us yet, he had balanced the pink umbrella from his drink on the palm of his hand. The sounds of his yells muffled by the music but still loud enough to be heard from a distance.

The sight of them washed away the stress that had been building. Their dimples, pretty smiles and friendly bantering elicited feelings akin to a comforting sitcom. But instead of being characters, they were here in front of me. Caring for me. Laughing with and not at me.

I repeated a variation of a gratitude mantra as Hobi, Jimin and I closed the rest of the distance between us. In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Lacey staring out in our direction from the bar.

Before I could blink, Hobi angled himself to block her out of my view. I tilted my head on his shoulder as a thanks and he pressed a kiss to the top of my head with an exaggerated "muah".

Once we were near the booth, Jungkook pushed himself onto the ground and stood in front of us. There was a worried look in his eye while he alternated between chewing on his bottom lip and flicking his lip rings with his tongue. Hobi and Jimin lifted their arms from around my shoulders, Jimin supportively cheering on Tae's umbrella trick and Hobi squeezing one of Jungkook's muscular shoulders.

With a knowing look at Jungkook and a gentle nod in my direction, Hobi pushed Jungkook towards me before sliding himself into the booth next to Jin.

Jungkook's eyes were chocolate marbles as he looked at me and I felt my heart dissolve into a puddle. Some thin silver chains glinted under the pulsing of the rave lights, dipping down into his oversized flannel. His physique was insane, I wasn't blind. But it was perfection to a degree that didn't make any sense.

The moments he had touched me played through my mind and I tried to understand how I hadn't been affected the way I was with Yoongi.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Lacey, I thought you knew" he blurted loudly and snapped me out of my head, back into the moment.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans and hiked up his shoulders before continuing, "Kinda fucked up he didn't tell you in my opinion. I feel bad saying that and all but if a girl came all the way here for me? I dunno, I'm just saying.". Looking anywhere but at me and frowning, his voice trailed off at the end barely audible over the music.

Without thinking, I stepped towards him and reached my arms around his neck.

Turning my head to rest on his chest I pulled him into a hug as tightly as I could manage. Thick arms wrapped around my waist and he grabbed a wrist with one hand, locking me in place.

Secure.

The muscle definition of his upper body made him feel so solid. The warmth radiating from him enveloping me, holding me.

I could hear the beating of his heart stutter once before picking up. Wiggling my feet to press my body closer to his, I turned a wrist to stroke his hair.

Tucking his face down to speak into my ear, "What about Yoongi?" he asked quietly.

Not wanting to end the hug, I stayed pressed against his chest and slid one hand down from his neck to hold his face. Fingertips resting on cheekbones.

Turning towards him, "I'm allowed to hug my friend." I replied. I didn't know where the confidence had come from but it was a welcomed change of pace.

I could feel him smiling into my hair and his palms flattened out to hold me tighter. One wrapping around my lower back, touching near my hip. The other stretching up the middle of my back, fingers fanning over my ribs.

"So, we can dance?" the happiness in his voice made me giggle. I nodded against him as he lifted his head back up. Dropping his chin and nestling it in my hair. He started to turn our bodies, swaying us gently side to side.

We stayed like that until the song that had been playing ended.

Breaking away from me and sliding a hand to grab one of my own he lifted an eyebrow.

"So what kinda moves ya got?" he said teasingly and I laughed back at him.

Keeping our hands held, I turned and lifted his arm up, pulling it over my shoulder as I backed up against him. Slowly, I began rolling my hips. Small motions at first, getting bigger as I felt him moving with me. The hand not holding mine slid around me, suddenly pushing my stomach, pressing the length of my body closer to his. Leaning his head down he nipped at the top of my ear.

Spinning away from him I turned back with a frown, only to see him staring flabbergasted, mouth hung open and his round cheeks shining red.

Oh no, he's adorable.

The music pulsed out a steady rhythm, drowning out voices. So instead of leaning in close, I stuck my tongue out at him. Biting it and pressing my eyes shut. He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, turning to look down at the floor. Pulling his arm, I guided him to the booth with the others who thankfully had not been paying attention.

"You guys never believe me!" Tae was blubbering without the tears.

Jimin shook his head and Namjoon held one finger to his ear before half singing, half rapping his retort, "That's becaaauusee you drama king / You liiiieeee about such silly things". He wiggled in his seat and continued, "Tae Tae Tae, you do yo thang / Better cut it out quick / And go out with a...BANG!".

Hobi was doing a back up dance for Namjoon's impromptu song, dropping in supportive ad-libs and beatboxing.

"You guys are gonna make him cry for real" Jimin groaned, glancing at Tae's shaky bottom lip.

Namjoon held out a fake microphone for Tae to continue the song and a look of elation bloomed across his face. Bouncing in his seat he turned to Jimin after pretending to take the mic from Namjoon.

"You have to harmonize with me ok? I was thinking we could do a song about beach umbrella's, you know, the really big ones?" He was animated as he spoke, the pink umbrella toothpick now tucked behind one ear.

Jimin nodded, then glanced towards Jungkook and I. "He's not allowed to get these goddamn umbrella things in the future that's for sure" he snipped while rolling his eyes, getting a sympathetic laugh out of the both of us.

"JK, get me a drink for the love of god. Please and thank you" Jimin pursed his lips towards the bar, "You know what I like. No. Motherfuckin. Umbrella's." he finished. Death glaring up at Jungkook.

Jungkook chuckled before heading towards the bar and Jimin patted the seat next to him, gesturing for me to sit down. While Tae was engrossed in doodling performance notes on a napkin on his other side, Jimin lifted his eyebrows at me. His expression seeming to ask if everything was okay.

I gave him an exaggerated wink and thumbs up as a response and he laughed, pushing my shoulder gently. Namjoon and Hobi were both dancing now and stood up to move towards the dance floor. Hobi's lanky limbs were hitting each beat while Namjoon found his groove, moving his feet slowly and doing most of the work with his arms.

I smiled fondly at them before glancing at Jin. His broad shoulders took up most of the booth, how they ever managed to fit themselves in a singular space was like some sort of magic trick. Sweetly tilting his head to the beat, he clutched his cup of water and took his eyes away from Tae to meet mine.

"I'm too fuckin' old to hang with these guys" he joked and pouted out his lips. Good lord, his lips were as fluffy as cotton candy.

"You're not old" I yelled across the booth, "you're just a lightweight!" the teasing caught him by surprise before he snorted a laugh.

Leaning across the table he beckoned me to come closer, "What does a baby soybean call its mother?" he asked.

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion and I looked at him questioningly.

"Eda-MOM-e" he shot back before bursting into laughter and smacking the table.

The sound of his laughter and ridiculousness of the joke got to me. As soon as we started to calm down, a glance at each other set both of us off again. My stomach ached by the time Jungkook came back with drinks for everyone. Jimin raised an eyebrow at him, "These all for me?" he asked.

Jungkook shook his head before settling next to Jin and dispersing drinks around the table.

Looking down he finally gave his response, "Lacey gave us all another round on the house. She said she hopes we're all having a good time" his tone was even and emotionless.

Jimin gave a small "ah", snatching the umbrella out of Tae's new drink before he noticed it was there.

"Relationships are gonna be complicated right? Don't let it get to you too much and just enjoy yourself. Yoongi's gonna regret not trying with you so just, keep trying because YOU want to try. Not to get him to try ok?" Jin's tone was big brotherly. I didn't know what the latter part meant but I nodded at him with a smile.

Jungkook looked off into the distance, not saying anything. A hand wrapped tightly around his drink.

The lights in the venue went dark again before a voice boomed through the space, "You've come all the way here to see him, you'll keep comin' back to see him again and again- please welcome to the stage, Agusssstt D!". The crowd erupted into cheers and the music started, Yoongi hyping up the audience as the momentum started to build.

Most of the people in the venue were now on the dance floor. In unison they jumped up and down, head banging and shaking the floorboards.

Jungkook grabbed my hand and excitedly started to pull me into the mass of people. Keeping a tight hold he navigated us through with expertise, people moving to give us room almost too easily until we were in the center of the dance floor. We glanced at each other with wide grins before whooping supportive cheers out for Yoongi, a ripple of cheers echoing after us.

People's arms began to lift and hips began swaying. Eyes closed around us as the crowd began falling into the rhythm of the music.

It was too easy to slip into. To get lost in. I didn't realize I had been staring at Yoongi, unmoving until Jungkook's hand lifted mine to his shoulder. Jumping a bit, I remembered where I was and locked eyes with him. Trying to forget the churning in my stomach that came from watching Yoongi on stage.

He looked beautiful up there. Like he was channeling the music through his body, like what he had created was more than just artistic self expression. There was a bigger picture to it all.

Jungkook's body rolled against mine, sending shivers and the pulling of a string down my spine and below my stomach. Facing him, we started moving to the beat. Both my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips - pushing them lightly to control the movement.

It quickly began to escalate.

Turning me around, he pulled me roughly back against him. One hand staying around my hip while the other lightly took hold around the base of my throat. My hands flew to grab the waistband of his jeans, pulling so there was no space between us. My back slightly arched to press my ass further into his solid frame, our hips began to roll together.

Gyrating against him, I started to feel him harden. The thin material of my dress not doing much to soften the sensation. The fingers he had wrapped around my neck started to strengthen their hold, the back of my head meeting the muscles of his chest. His head dipped down towards my ear, the sound of ragged breathing tingling down my legs.

The hand on my hip pushed forward across my stomach, palm flat with fingers finding the waistband of the tights underneath my dress. He pinched it between his index and thumb before dragging his fingers and bunching my dress in his grip.

We continued to roll our bodies together. The fluidity of the movement making it difficult to register the presence of anyone else around us.

"Oh fuck" Jungkook shakily breathed into my ear and my eyes fluttered open. Not remembering when they closed.

A small circle of space had been made around us. The people closest to us weren't making judgmental expressions, but wolf whistling and "woo"-ing in support. The fever dream feeling was back.

With the start of the next song by Yoongi, Jungkook had turned me around. His thigh pressing between my legs, one hand holding the back of my neck with the other wrapped around my waist.

His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy. My arms had found their way around his torso, feeling muscles flex along his back as he led the directions of our steps.

Moving a foot forward, the muscles of his thigh rippled between my legs. My inner thighs clenched around him and he brought his forehead down to press into mine.

Drumming his fingers against my waist, I watched him bite his lip while the hold on the back of my neck tightened almost painfully.

By the time the next song began to play, Jungkook's face had twisted up. Not in pain but with the building frustration of maintaining self-restraint.

He looked so cute.

I wondered if Yoongi kept testing my self-control just to see a similar expression on my face.

Kissing Jungkook's cheek I stopped moving, whispering the word "breathe" into his ear before smiling and lightening the movements. Moving back to keep some space between our bodies, he grimaced at first before flashing a grateful smile at me.

We turned towards the stage, bouncing up and down and bopping our heads. Jungkook shouting some lyrics that I didn't know yet.

We stayed like this for a few songs as we both tried to get control over ourselves. Losing ourselves in the music instead, joining the atmosphere curated by the rest of the crowd.

That is, until I saw Lacey coming up to the side of the stage. Handing Yoongi a drink and traipsing her fingers up to the collar of his shirt. Giggling and flirtatiously smacking his shoulder.

I don't know what came over me next.

Jungkook and I turned to face each other simultaneously, rolling our bodies once again. My hips floated around in circles, Jungkook matching the motion of my body with his own.

The crowd around us pulled back, giving us room and whooping as we danced.

I turned my back against Jungkook, pressing my ass against his pelvis and leaning forward. Pulling his hands to grab my hip and the nape of my neck, we began to move. Grinding against him, I felt him responding. Matching my intensity and giving in to his own desire.

Suddenly, he was pulling me up against him. Turning my head and leaning his face towards mine.

His lips pressed against my own with a soft moan. I opened my mouth slightly to flick my tongue against his lip ring, gently biting his bottom lip before deepening the kiss.

My arms stretched around his neck, fingers gripping his hair as he turned me towards him. The fronts of our bodies earnestly pressing together. He shifted slightly, holding me in place with one hand, grabbing my ass with the other.

Briefly pausing the kiss, he pulled away to look at me. The serious look on his face out of character from the Jungkook I had seen so far.

"I don't care if you're just mad at Yoongi" the directness of his words caught me off guard, his eyes darkening. "I've wanted to kiss you since we picked you up at the bus stop.".

Not giving me time to respond, his eyes lowered and he leaned back in to kiss me. Pushing his tongue gently to swirl around my own, he sighed. The softness fleeting as he gave into the moment, pulling me with him.

    

     It didn't take long before his hips started to press against me in a way that could no longer be considered dancing.

     "Ah" he whimpered against my mouth, "wait- wait.". His fingers were pressing hard into my waist, clinging to me with hands trembling.

     I wanted to stay lost.

     I didn't want to wait.

     His lips were soft but firm as the kisses turned desperate.

     The feeling of his body against mine felt like the only thing keeping me grounded. One arm slipped from around his neck, fingers crawling under his flannel to press into warm skin.

     "What if I say no." It came out as a moan and he broke away from me. Burrowing his head into my neck and pressing kisses into the nape.

     Without saying anything, he turned me back around. Our left hands held over my shoulder, the other holding onto his forearm as he wrapped his arm back around my stomach.

     Keeping our bodies pressed against each other he started moving us gently. Holding his pelvis away from me as I tried rolling my hips back to feel him.

     Turning my head towards him, a sheen of sweat glistened on his neck. It looked so strong, like if I reached my arms around it and jumped he would catch me.

     Trying not to remember the view of Lacey flirting with Yoongi, an urge to lick the sweat off of him came over me.

     It's what a friend would do right?

     I couldn't just leave it as it was, what if it was uncomfortable for him?

     Craning my head and tilting my chin up slightly, I dragged my tongue along his neck. Kissing and biting the base of it without thinking anymore about it.

     Jungkook gasped, slamming his lower body against mine and I turned back to look ahead of me, smirking at his reaction. Pleased with myself.

     Pressing his lips against my ear he rasped out, "No more" and I inhaled deeply. Yoongi back in my line of sight, an unsettling feeling wormed its way back into my chest.

     Leaning my head against Jungkook's arm, we stayed as we were. Slowly swaying together, hips in sync but without the passion that had taken over us both. A silent understanding passing between us.

     We stayed that way until the show was over, breaking apart to applaud for Yoongi. He was as good as everyone had been telling me, a pulsing in my eardrums leftover from the resounding sound.

     I wanted to ask him what inspired it all. I wanted to be there while he was creating more. I wanted to write stories about what led him to making music.

     I wanted to be his muse and I wanted him to be mine.

     My entire body felt like a heartbeat as the crowd started to disperse. Jungkook next to me was still shaking, pushing his hair back and staring at the stage.

     Lacey was waiting there, along with the rest of the guys.

     All of the spit in my mouth turned into a dry paste. Walking over there was unavoidable.

     Jungkook shook out his shoulders, nodding to himself and grabbed my hand, marching towards the group. My legs wobbling as I followed.

     Lacey greeted us with a big smile, a stark contradiction to the look on the boys faces behind her.

     "Wasn't he amazing?" she asked me and I nodded, feeling mute.

     "I'll call y'all a cab and make sure your car doesn't get towed over night. I'll drive Yoongi home, so don't you worry about him" she continued on, speaking generally to the group. The second part caused a visceral reaction, stinging me, and I flinched.

     I couldn't look at Yoongi.

     Anger was bubbling up in an attempt to cover confusion.

     Jungkook hadn't let go of my hand and he squeezed it. I could feel him looking down at me, but I kept my eyes on the ground.

     Hobi piped up, throwing an arm around Yoongi. "Helluva show man! Killed it, as usual" he lowered his head to find my eyes.

     I lifted my head up, finally looking at Yoongi.

     "Yeah, you're really incredible" I said softly and a pained look flashed behind his eyes, before he nodded.

     "I'll see you all at home real soon okay?" he didn't look at me while he said it but it felt like an attempt to comfort me.

     The guys and I turned to leave, Jungkook attached to my side. Yoongi's eyes followed after me as we walked away, every time I glanced back he was still staring. The expression on his face making me wish I had said something to get him to come with us.

   �� Once we were in the cab, Tae and Jimin began drunkenly professing their love for each other.

     "No man, you mean so much to ME" Tae's voice cracked at the last word.

     Jimin sniffled back, "No man, you mean EVERYTHING to me". They held each other closely, pointing fingers as they made increasingly dramatic declarations of love.

     Namjoon and Hobi were still bobbing their heads, dancing with their hands and singing different choruses from Yoongi's songs. Both taking turns to serenade me before turning towards each other and making instrumental sound effects.

     Jungkook said nothing, keeping my hand held in his lap. And Jin looked back at us from the passenger seat, a kind smile on his face before turning and resting his head against the cool window.

     Everybody stumbled out of the taxi when we arrived at the house, loudly thanking the driver and waving him off as he drove away.

     My feet felt heavy as I walked up the steps.

     Nothing about this trip had gone how I imagined.

     Jungkook and I stayed outside to smoke while the others filed in.

     "So, um, maybe we don't tell Yoongi about what happened" Jungkook spoke up first. We were sitting together on the couch, my head leaned against his chest with one of his arms wrapped around my shoulders.

     "Do you think he'd be mad?" I asked, wondering out loud.

     "I don't really care about that" his tone sharpened, and he paused to exhale.

     "I mean, I won't be able to lie and say that it meant nothing to me." he continued, "I'd fight for you if it came down to it, and Yoongi would let me take you.". This surprised me.

     Staying quiet for a moment, words ran through my mind before settling on, "What happened didn't mean nothing to me either Jungkook. I don't know what to call it, what happened back there and I'm not saying that I don't like Yoongi. It's just, different with you.". The words fell between us. Leaving us in a peaceful silence.

     After we had walked back inside, I couldn't convince myself to lay down in Yoongi's bed without him. So I joined Jungkook on the couch.

     He blew out a groan before flopping onto my lap, turning on the TV and bringing his legs up to curl onto the cushions.

     Absentmindedly, I began running my fingers through his hair. Poking my fingers through his silver hoop earrings and tracing up and down the length of his neck with my nails.

     One of his arms reached out to hold my thighs and he buried his face into his arm. Murmuring a sound of relief as he did.

     Hobi came out of the hallway, brushing his teeth and wearing a fuzzy headband that pulled his hair back from his forehead. He looked shiny and clean, a giant t-shirt falling to his knees over plaid pajama pants. Two froggy faced slippers smiling up at us, covering his feet.

     "Namjoon and Jin went straight to bed" he explained, mouth full of toothpaste. "Ish probably not gonna be long before Yoongi gesh home. You ok?" He ended with a raise of his eyebrows.

     I nodded, feeling Jungkook's head wiggle on my lap.

     Hobi paused, never stopping his brushing while he looked at us.

     "You two behave?" He questioned and Jungkook's hand grabbed at my thigh. Turning my face down to hide my blush I nodded again.

     "Yeah, we danced. We'll be good though don't worry" Jungkook's voice muffled out from behind his arm.

     Hobi didn't move for a moment, narrowing his eyes at us. He moved as if to say something before holding himself back, nodding his head and turning to retreat towards the bathroom.

     "I wouldn't be mad if you didn't" his voice echoed out from the hall. And at that, Jungkook and I collectively sighed. Laughing to ourselves at the relief that came from Hobi's statement.

     A loud clanging came from the kitchen, Tae and Jimin's voices griping out curse words that followed a loud "thunk.".

     Jungkook lifted himself off my lap and we both got up to walk to the kitchen. Laughing at the sight before us.

     Tae had curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor, apparently defeated by his fall. Jimin was big spooning him, holding a pan stretched above them in one hand, several others scattered on the ground.

     "I just wanted to make some foooood" Jimin groaned, tucking his chin against Tae's shoulder.

     Tae patted the hand Jimin had wrapped around him weakly, "My brother, the kitchen has won this time" his voice husky with remorse. A few moments later, soft snores from both of them carried throughout the kitchen.

     Jungkook and I tried our best to snicker quietly before turning the lights off and returning to the living room.

     I grabbed a blanket from the couch before covering them up. Shaking my head and giggling as I walked back before I saw the look Jungkook had on his face.

     "Everyone's asleep or in their rooms now" his voice was low. Some of his hair was sticking up messily while he turned to looked down at his hands.

     My stomach lurched.

     The feeling of our kiss earlier washed over my body and I crossed my legs. Squeezing my thighs together and trying to remain levelheaded.

     Thinking of what Lacey and Yoongi were doing brought a wave of impulsivity.

     But that wasn't fair to Jungkook.

     I didn't want to kiss him to get back at someone else.

     He deserved better than that.

     Gingerly sitting next to him, my arms wrapped around my knees. Peering at him, I nudged his shoulder with my own.

     "Do you want to kiss me?" the question came out softly.

     Round eyes found mine, he was chewing on his bottom lip again. Ringing his hands together, muscles tensed.

     I knew the answer. But I asked it so I could let him know, "I want to kiss you too Jungkook. But we have to stop there. I'm sorry that- I wish I hadn't- maybe it'd be better if-" swiftly reaching out he held my face and pulled me to him.

     Cutting off the stuttering words.

     Giving into the feelings that we both didn't know how to respond to.

     I could float away with Jungkook and still feel safe.

     Whereas my feelings for Yoongi body slammed me to the ground. Trapping me in my body, giving no room for escape.

     The kiss was sweeter than it had been in the venue. One of my hands drifted to the hem of his shirt, grasping it as it tightened into a fist. Trying to refrain from reaching for his skin. His large hands cupped my face gently, a thumb stroking along the top of one of my cheeks.

     Pressing our lips together a few more times, we lingered on the last. Mouths slightly opening for tongues to flick against each other.

     He pulled back abruptly. Turning towards the TV and sniffing.

     An ache filled me up.

     I wanted to take care of him.

     I wanted to take away any hurt he was feeling.

     I wanted some reason to give him for liking Yoongi so much. I wanted to pretend that I didn't, to see his puppy energy return and laugh with him.

     "I'm okay." he chuckled softly, briefly glancing at me. "Thank you for that.".

     And with that we leaned back against the couch. His arm going back over my shoulder, my head slightly turning to rest against his chest.

     I couldn't pay attention to what was on the TV and zoned out until the sound of footsteps lurched me upright. Jungkook switched the TV settings to turn his game on and Yoongi walked in through the front door.

     "You waited up for me" surprise was in his voice as he faced us. I nodded my response, unsure of what would happen next.

     Jungkook said nothing, focusing on his game and ignoring Yoongi who eyed him up and down before turning to me, "Let's go to bed then?" he said simply. Walking off down the hall to his room.

     I stood up to follow, squeezing Jungkook's bicep as I did. A hand reached out to grab my leg, stopping me from walking away and I turned to look down at him. Instead of looking up at me, he nuzzled his head against my thigh. Wrapping his arm around it.

     A pang shot through my core and I reached out to stroke his hair, combing out the messiness with my fingers.

     He tightened his hold for a moment before releasing me, going back to his game and pressing his lips together.

      The walk to Yoongi's bedroom felt a mile long. He had one lamp clicked on when I entered. The nervousness on his face made me assume the worst.

     That he was going to tell me about Lacey actually being his girlfriend.

     That he regretted inviting me.

     That he was sorry for saying yes at all.

     Instead, he lifted both arms and wrapped them around me. Hugging me tightly. I wrapped my own around his waist, blinking manually and trying to calibrate what thoughts were running through his mind.

     One hand stroked the back of my head, our faces tucking into each others necks.

     Butterflies danced along my skin, bursting out from within me.

     "Thank you so much for being here, I wanted to play that show for you" he murmured into my hair. My vocal chords disconnected from my brain, all of my attention absorbing how he felt, how he smelled, how his voice trickled into my ear.

     Pulling back we smiled nervously at each other. "I'm gonna go wash up" he said, turning his back to leave.

     What happened with Lacey?

     What did he mean, he wanted to play that show for me?

     What happened with Lacey?

     What happened with Lacey?

     WHAT happened with Lacey?

     The artwork lining the walls of his sanctuary spun in circles around me. When he came back from the bathroom, I left without saying a word.

     Feeling dumbfounded, rattled.

     Shaken.

     I washed up in a stupor, not recognizing my reflection as a person. The features of my face swimming in front of me, turning me into some kind of fucked up Picasso painting.

    Trudging back to his room, I found Yoongi already in bed. The weight of my body felt yanked in to the Earth by some sort of super-gravity. Each step taking all of the effort I could muster.

     Stepping as far away from him as possible, I lowered myself down onto the mattress. Laying flat on my back and staring at the moonlight shining through the window. Yoongi was laying flat on his back next to me.

     The movement of the air between us felt like it was dancing. The beat of my heart pounded through my ears loudly enough that I was sure he could hear it. We both tried breathing quietly. Arms straight by our sides, laying stiff like wooden boards.

     My eyelids started to feel heavy until I felt a brush against my pinky. Yoongi sliding his fingers through mine to hold my hand.

     Our fingers closed around each other, his thumb slightly drifting up and down along the space between my thumb and index finger.

     We stayed like this for a while until I felt his head shift to look towards me. Even in the dark, I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

     "I like you, you know that right?" he whispered. There was a pleading urgency in his voice that made a tangled knot form in the back of my throat.

I squeezed his hand once, both of us drifting off to sleep.

[moochi-daisies]

2012.05

- 18+, minors DNI

- Content includes: smoking, drinking, swearing, tension, almost a kiss

- In Summation: Two people fall in love, which would make a much shorter story if they had better communication skills.

- Personal Note: jimin and hobi are so great i accidentally made this an entire chapter haha jin is a lightweight! yoongi does what? thanks for reading, i hope you enjoy <3

Find the rest here!

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      The air that had been freezing just this morning now felt like a cooling breeze. Jimin noticed me first, pushing through the small crowds of people loitering near the front door. Taking in the expression on my face he reached out both hands, pushing cheeks and hair together. His voice was gentle, almost lilting as he spoke, "Hey what's wrong lovely? What's with the face?".

     Tears I hadn't noticed creeping up suddenly threatened to spill, my throat squeezing shut almost painfully around the emotions I'd been trying to keep under control the past 48 hours.

     "Who is Lacey?" I surprised myself with the question, my voice warbling and small. Jimin grimaced and tucked some hair behind my ear, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I didn't pause long enough to let him answer, emotionally vomiting as a response to his gentle treatment.

      "I like Yoongi, I do. But I got here YESTERDAY. What the hell am I doing? I'm not gonna try to compete with some girl who lives here? Who he see's more often? Maybe I want something to work and maybe I would be way more willing to fight for this than I should- I don't know Jimin. It's one thing to have a crush on a guy I just met, it's a completely different fucking other thing to-" Jimin's hand slid over my mouth, cutting me off.

     Pulling me into a fierce hug, he rubbed my back, soothing me with small shushes and holding my head on his shoulder. Part of me wanted to push him away, to demand to know who Lacey was to Yoongi and why they had all been "rooting for us" if he had something going on with someone else this entire time. The other part of me however, really needed that hug.

     "The entire time" the guys had been rooting for us, was a grand total of two days. I didn't know anything about Yoongi and he knew just as little about me. I pulled back from Jimin as the frustration dissolved into a defeated tiredness. I couldn't look him in the eyes, lowering my arms and keeping them around his hips. Fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Sucking in some air before noisily exhaling in a huff.

     It wasn't like me to get emotionally attached so quickly. I didn't pride myself on my ability to leave a situation but it was something I had been grateful for, something that had saved me heartache. It was a failsafe. Except right now, it was failing me.

     While I was looking down at my fingers, lost in my own thoughts, Jimin had turned his head to beckon the others over to us. Jin was being walked over by Namjoon, his eyebrows trying to lift his eyes open unsuccessfully. Hobi twisted his hips as he crossed his feet, dancing a grapevine step in what I assumed to be an effort to cheer me up. A concerned look on his face growing as he arrived.

     Jimin looked to Namjoon and sighed, "So, Lacey is working tonight. Did any of you know about this?" he kept one arm around me and turned so we were all standing in a small circle. Namjoon opened his mouth, his head tilting to the side as he looked upwards. Jin beat him to the punch, cutting him off with a drunken moan.

     "Nooooo..." his head fell back limply and he struggled to lift it as he carried on, "Lacey and Yoongi are teeeerrible for each other guys we talk about it all the time. She keeps reeling him in and then la la la, she wants to do pffftt whatever. And Yoongi's all, 'oh nooo I'm so sad all the time.' GUYS!" Jin's eyes finally opened and he looked around at each of us. The others seemed stunned in silence and unsure of what to say, Jin's head slightly wobbling as he found my eyes.

Reaching one arm out he stretched his index finger towards my face, "Boop", his finger poked my nose. Pouty lips smiling before falling silent and dropping his head.

     Surprisingly, this made me feel better. And then worse. I didn't want Yoongi to be sad. And I felt happy that he wasn't happy with someone else. Like a selfish asshole. Guilty pangs punched my stomach and I patted my pockets for a cigarette, looking down into each one. Jimin's hand dropped from my back and someone's hand shook a cigarette in my line of sight.

     Breathing out a sigh of relief I looked up smiling.

"Ahh, thank you so....much..." I trailed off, lifting my head to meet Yoongi's eyes. I wished for more air in my lungs, the feeling of seeing him so closely again sucker-punching me square in the chest. Yoongi looked at me quizzically while putting the cigarette in my mouth, his fingers tracing the outline of my bottom lip before reaching for his lighter.

     "So Lacey is here tonight huh?" Hobi's voice whizzed through the anticipation building between us. Yoongi furrowed his brow, glancing at my expression before flicking his lighter for me. I couldn't disguise the pleading in my look and he sighed. Hobi and Jimin stayed close to me, wrinkling noses at Yoongi.

     "Look, I know you don't like to talk about stuff. But this girl came all the way here for you. You didn't tell her anything about shit with Lacey?" Hobi's sunshine features turned sharp and angular as he spoke. I made a mental note to write all of them handwritten thank you cards for supporting me more than some best friends ever had.

     "Yeah, I got it Hobe. Can you just give us a sec?" Yoongi's voice was gruff but he didn't mutter the words. They came out clearly, not backing down against Hobi's tone.

     "Yoooooooongiiiiiii" Jin yodeled the O's, rolling his head up to rest on Namjoon's shoulder. With one eye open, he pointed to it. Pointing to me next and wiggling his finger back and forth at Yoongi before flopping his arm weakly down to his side. Namjoon's lips pressed into a line and his broad chest lifted as he inhaled deeply.

     "Look, I'm gonna go get him inside cause I didn't come here to play babysitter. Say your shit dude, this has been a good visit let's keep it that way." With a pointed look at Yoongi, he shuffled Jin inside.

     "Well, I'm not going anywhere. No wait- Hobi" Jimin started before grabbing Hobi's arm, "WE are not going anywhere. We'll be right over there. Talk, Yoongi." Jimin linked his arm with Hobi before they walked at most, five feet away from us.

     "I can feel them staring" Yoongi groaned, lifting a hand and rubbing the back of his head.

      "So, you met Lacey?".

     I smirked, attempting to cover the bitterness lingering underneath. Blowing smoke at the ground before trying my best at nonchalance.

     "Yup. She seems cool. She's pretty too. You two are, close?" Maybe it worked.

     Yoongi hooked a finger, bringing the knuckle under my chin to lift it.

     "You're pouting" he cocked an eyebrow.

     Dammit.

     "Look man, I don't know. I'm just the stranger who barged into your life here. But if I was someone's girlfriend and I learned that my boyfriend had d-" What had we done exactly?

     Besides having an unexplainable chemistry and a few tense moments that made me want to hit my head against the wall.

     Yoongi was smirking now.

     "She's not my girlfriend. I'm not a shady guy who'd invite a girl to my place behind my girlfriends back. Or, invite a girl to the place my girlfriend worked either." There was amusement dancing behind his eyes that flipped my stomach and flushed my cheeks.

     "Yeah well, I don't wanna get in the way or ruin anything or..." I mumbled the words out as the redness rose to the tops of my ears. I had never felt so simultaneously bashful and annoyed before.

     Despite doing my damndest to avoid looking at him, Yoongi kept tilting his head and finding my eyes. He was mirthful. Why was he so fuckin' happy? Why did he look so fuckin' sexy? What is so amusing to him? Feeling the pout return to my face, I decided to cross my arms and meet his eyes as dead on as I could handle.

     Looking satisfied, Yoongi took a step towards me and one hand floated to my hip.

     "You're especially cute when you're pouty, you know. Did you think that maybe, I wanted you here? And that I wouldn't have said yes if you were getting in the way of anything?" he hadn't looked away. "Do you think I would let you come here, take a 13 hour bus ride, meet my best friends, just to use you to ruin a relationship with someone else?" His voice was husky and growing softer while he continued.

     Fingers gripping my hip, another step closer, his chin tilted down.

Eyes drifting up to meet mine before slowly dancing down until his lashes lowered.

My hand raised to his shoulder, gliding to trace the outline of his collarbone, lowering to feel the skin and muscles above his heart.

     Heat flared through my body from deep within me. Being this close to him again, brought out a hungry desire. And I was losing a grip on the restraint that he so masterfully kept dangling in front of me.

    Tilting my head so my lips were nearly brushing against his, "That still doesn't really tell me who she is to you" I whispered, scared to breathe.

The word "you" pushed both lips out, delicately pressing them against the pillow of his bottom one.

     Our eyes both lowered, Yoongi slid his arm around the low of my back and took another step towards me. The pressing of our pelvis' against each other causing a sonic boom from the pit of my stomach.

      The growling voice that came from Yoongi caused shaky thighs and weak knees. We held each other tighter.

     "She's not my girlfriend. I wanted you here" his bottom lip brushed against mine with more force than I had done. Pressing them more firmly together, still holding back from pushing into a kiss.

     And with that, we froze.

     Every point of contact on fire. Sensitive nerve endings heightened awareness bringing attention to every breath against and into each other.

     It was a battle of wills that I wanted both of us to lose.

     In a distant corner of my mind, Jungkook's words about patience appeared and a whimper escaped me. Sounding mangled as I tried to swallow it back.

     "Not yet" Yoongi said so softly, I wasn't fully convinced he had said it at all. Gently stepping away from me, the hand that had been holding me close reached up to pat me on the head.

     My arms fell to my side, fists clenching. Imagining roots growing from my feet and deep into the ground, the urge to fly into his arms and press his body back against mine screaming at me.

     "About showtime" the look in his eyes made me believe he said it regretfully. I couldn't hold his gaze without feeling myself begin to drown. Far too willingly.

      Pressing my lips together I nodded, unable to watch him walk away. His fingers grazed mine as he moved around me, briefly hooking his index finger around my own and squeezing softly once.

     Jimin and Hobi gave me no time to recuperate. Jimin clasping one hand over his mouth, eyes wide. Hobi flapping his hands around his face, slack-jawed.

     "Okay, girl- whaaaaaaat was that? That was so hot. What is up with you two?" Hobi exclaimed loud enough for a few stragglers left outside to turn their heads.

     "I don't know Hobi, all I know now is that she's not his girlfriend and he wants me here" I covered my face with both hands, sliding them back through my hair and puffing out some air.

     Jimin's surprised face was replaced with a sour one, "I'm going to smack him" the words weren't angry but from a place of frustration. The three of us laughed at this, followed by a quick round of "love you's". Unexpectedly, the moment of camaraderie sat like a rock within me. Weighing heavy and showcasing an undeniable difference between how friends had treated me in the past compared to now.

     Jimin and Hobi noticed the "lost in thought" look on my face, sandwiching me in between them like Tae and Jungkook had earlier.

     "You're a little space cadet but it's adorable. Let's go watch Yoongi and dance" they declared.

     "Oh, Jungkook said he was gonna dance with me. Do you think that'll be okay?" I turned my head between the two of them. They paused our walk inside, Jimin glancing at Hobi, who looked deep in thought.

     "You know what? Yeah, that should be fine. Yoongi pulled that bullshit with Lacey. You have fun little lady, maybe he'll have more to say after seeing you two dance together" Hobi winked at me and started walking again.

     Unsure, I beamed a grin before glancing at Jimin. Jimin's sweet face looked determined, nodding firmly at me.

     The volume of the music inside cut off verbal communication. The DJ opening for Yoongi stood on stage, head lowered and bobbing to the beat. About half the crowd inside had gathered to the center of the dance floor, a mix of swaying hips, head bopping side steppers and full body groovers. Hobi, Jimin and I weaved through them, making a beeline for the booth where the others were waiting.

[moochi-daisies]

i keep getting inspiration to edit the next chapter at 2am when my grip on the english language apparently disintegrates. i have changed the same sentences back and forth for the past 2 nights and during the day i'm like, "haha i don't need to edit it now it's much too early"

what does that even meeeeaan brain.

i also started this story with the intention of having it be a series of one-shot's taking place over the course of a decade and now the first visit (3 days) is going to be 7 chapters long.

i haven't lost the plot, but the plot has consumed me.

[moochi-daisies]

Missing Yoongi hours: OFFICIALLY OPEN (since today).