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*Jeju night 1*

(Y/N POV)

"Oh look at her sleep! She's so cute!"

"Wait... Is that drool-?"

"Don't poke it!"

A wave of snickers cruise through your eardrums. Your brows string together thinly and waver slightly in exertion. Laughter? This early in the morning?

"Shh! You're going to wake her up."

"Way to go loudmouth..."

"Yah! What did you just say to me-?"

Your sleep-droopy eyes crack open faster than a flash of lightning striking the horizon. At the foot of your bed, there's a smiley Taehyung thoroughly musing over Jin's angry uncle reaction.

"Hello there." Taehyung chirps gleefully in his stooped down stance.

You gulp then wave awkwardly and pull the blanket further up your puffy face. "Hi."

Jin pinches the bridge of his nose and cuts Taehyung off with a sigh. "Taetae stop messing around! We're leaving in 30 minutes you know."

Confusion claps across your face. "Leaving?"

"Oh I guess someone hasn't told you anything." Taehyung teases smugly.

Still fuming from across the room, Jin chuckles so stiffly that you have no doubt Taehyung will be dead before completion of another sentence. After glaring the flesh off of Taehyung's bones, Jin flips to you with a picture-perfect grin.

"We're-"

"GOING TO JEJU!!!"

You wince as the front door bursts open and Jimin roars at the top of his lungs, a ducky floaty strung around his waist. He flicks off his sunglasses and winks. "You think we'd forget the best snack on a trip?"

Your fists curl in embarrassment.

Jin dismisses the flirtatious words he'd seen Jimin practice daily in the mirror - passing it off as a habit he's developed purely to stroke his ego. The elder approaches the blonde, growling, "You brat. Who do you think you are to ruin my moment?"

"Your number one pain in the ass!" Jimin sticks out his tongue at Jin, grinning like a dast idiot as he scrambles down the hall to make his grand escape. Jin puffs his chest and visibly quakes in anger as he charges after Jimin, all the while with Taehyung trailing behind and recording the whole incident on his cellphone.

As the door embraces its hinges, you sigh.

A trip huh?

You pull out your luggage from the corner of your room and sprawl the empty case over your sheets. The rare few minutes of sacred silence awarded in the bangtan house go by as you shovel in clothing.

"What are you doing here?" A distinctively sinful voice plucks your attention like nails running down a chalkboard. You pivot, noticing his gaze flashing with flecks of hostility speckled throughout the golds of his chocolate irises. The corners of his lips twitch in disgust.

Yuck. It's that look again.

"I'm uh... Packing?" You smile widely but acknowledge it's nowhere near enough to ice your underlying apprehension.

For some reason, hormones, assholeness - you aren't really sure which - Jungkook has been distant and whenever he does speak to you, anger-ridden. It's been two weeks. The whole debacle and silent treatment has been ongoing since you recovered from the flu that same asshat gave you.

And you think he could grow up...

Jungkook hums nonchalantly, slamming a bunch of t-shirts into his luggage without regard for style. He must be one of those packers. "Don't forget to pack stuff for swimming."

"I know." You grumble, deciding to ignore his presence and pack with maximal efficiency so you don't have to swallow anymore of this flaring awkwardness.

Jungkook copies.

The silence is unbearable, coating the atmosphere like a terrible chocolate of discomfort over the sweet strawberry of stability. Thankfully, before succumbing to the urge of wanting to rip out your own hair due to the scrutiny marking his stare, you finish first and smugly so.

The wheels of your suitcase whimper along the hardwood as it tags your quick strides.

Screw the two-faced bunny! The others are way more fun!

Namjoon sinks his shades to the curve of his perfect nose and pokes his head outside the van window. "Where's Jungkook?"

He nods when you point to the house. Yoongi, like the class A gentleman he is, whirls away your suitcase and flings it into the trunk.

"This dude really does treat everyday like a spa day." Jin chirps while munching on some road trip goodies; a sin which earns disgruntled disapproval from Jimin.

Taehyung flashes a boxy smile when sealing you in the vehicle, "It's okay! I'll go get him!"

By the time the rest of you recognize the evil dripping from his gaze, the caramel prankster has already stormed into the house entrance.

"Oh man-" Hoseok fingers scrunch against Namjoon's headrest. His eyes hover anxiously.

Minhee plops down the magazine she's reading in her lap."You guys are totally overreacting. You really think he's going to do something that bad-?"

"JEON JUNGKOOK!!!" Taehyung roars nearly blowing out his rich voice in the strain, and bolts it back into the van as if it would somehow save him from his impending doom.

"Nice one Tae!" Jimin howls with laughter.

Right on cue, Jungkook darts out of the house with vengeance stringing his shaky breath in scruffy growls. His broody orbs anchor to Taehyung and those beautiful lips pour out a stream of expletives.

Though, that's hardly what has your mind spinning.

Instead, your sinful gaze betrays - eating up all the bare skin it can. The stretched neckline of his white shirt teases a strip of his collarbone. His hair is all ruffed up as if someone had run their furious hands through it.

Your eyes drift down. The corners of your lips creep.

Calvin Klein huh?

Who would've thought.

"Nice endorsement." you snicker.

Jungkook's cheeks flare up a firetruck red and his lips round accusingly. "This is all your guys' fault anyways!" he mutters while hurriedly adjusting his shorts.

At this point the whole truck-full of people burst out in hearty laughter.

His soft brows string together, "What's so funny?"

Unfortunately for him, the only response anyone provides is hysterical chuckles opposing his android-faced amusement. Fed up, Jungkook lets out an irritated groan and hops into the vehicle.

"You guys done?"

Jin whoops, "No. But I personally don't want an ass-kicking, so yes."

Jungkook grins, his doe-eyes carving through your entire body via the driver mirror, "Good answer."

❥

After exhaustedly passing through rock-tight airport security and boarding the plane, you're all eyeing up the seats - searching for the one that meets optimal comfort and quiet. Unsurprisingly, Jungkook, Minhee and Hoseok grab dibs on the front. Taehyung, Jimin and Jin on the other hand, sit in the far back which leaves you, Namjoon and Yoongi caught between the ruckus.

"The window's mine!" Namjoon inserts himself passive-aggressively into the furthest seat.

With a honey-sweet smile licking his lips, Yoongi glances back at you and shrugs. He gestures to the middle seat. "Sit here."

"Didn't realize I had a personal butler," you snicker, "But seriously, it's okay. I'll take the edge."

Yoongi's gaze softens. "Just take it."

"No, but I-"

"Did I stutter the first time around?" he purrs coarsely in that perfect mix of a fresh-off-a-concert and a groggy morning voice that a shiver blows through your spine. He tilts his chin and slaps a hot palm against the head of the seats. "I insist."

You nearly swallow a cup of saliva.

Holy-!

Yoongi smirks as you surrender yourself to his wish. "Good choice, Y/N."

You pop a sarcastic laugh. "Only because I let you win this time. You better watch yourself in the future!"

That smug cat smile plays on his face as if he's scored the perfect blind date. "We'll see about that..."

❥

"Alright," Jin wipes the crust out of his crescent eyes with a hefty sigh. With Jimin forced to act as his personal pillow for the short flight, Jin zonked out as if he's never slept in his life! "Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook! You idiots are all together."

The large grin on Jimin's lips droops. "Hey, wait a minute-!"

Ignoring Jimin's protest, Jin points to the remaining boys. "You three. You're with me."

"What about us?" Minhee pops a disdainful side glance your way.

"Isn't it obvious?" Jin tosses you the bedroom key. "Girl's night!" He chants in a somewhat mocking singsong before passing the lobby corner.

You stitch a stiff smile onto your face. "Guess that leaves you and me."

Minhee scoffs. "Yeah whatever. Just don't get in my way." She claims her suitcases and drags them past you before pausing in front of the elevator. "And just so you know, I'm here for Jungkook, got that?"

You swallow a bitter gulp - the type where you put your pride aside for the sake of not starting a cat fight with Hoseok's beloved sister.

"I won't." You assure sweetly, "Besides, I don't care about him anyway."

Even that lie tastes cruel to you.

"Good." Minhee smirks and rips the keys from your grasp before prissily stomping off. Reluctantly, you chase after her, hoping you'll get a chance to at least unpack before you really strangle someone.

As you strut down the hall, a wave of relief washes over you. All the rooms are nearby!

The hyung line were all in the suite next door, meanwhile the rowdy maknaes were in the suite that shared the bathroom with yours. Like that doesn't spell disaster at all...

Your suitcase lands on the king-sized bed with a cartoonish fwoosh. A bundle of minutes, maybe half an hour, pass by the time you finish putting your belongings away. The atmosphere bears a bold overcoat of silence. Not that it's a bad thing; because starting a conversation with Minhee is the last thing you want, right underneath talking to Jungkook.

It crushes your insides to put on this mask of swishy truths and lies, so much so the line between reality and fantasy is blurring. The contract, the ex, the rest of them... The love, the hate, the resentment - are these harboured feelings toward them real or not?

What even is real anymore?

"Y/N?"

There's a soft knock at the door.

"Got it!" You say over your shoulder, rolling off the bed and sprinting toward the door. Your lips delve into a comfortable smile when recognizing the guest. "Oh, Yoongi! It's just you-"

And you just stop.

Yes, it's Yoongi - there's no denying that a very shirtless Min Yoongi is currently leaning against your doorframe. A blizzard of fiery rouge swirls the rims of your cheeks at the sight. It's selfish and instinctual... just the thought of fingertips marking all that smooth, perfect skin and taming the hardness of his sculpted abs with bad romance.

But worst of all is that knowing grin.

"Hey, dum-dum." His airy voice teases. "We're all going swimming now. Bring your bathing suit and join us."

"I- uh... I mean-"

His sigh slices your inconsistent suttuters and he bats his lashes like a scorned puppy. "Or not. Guess I'll just have to swim all by myself then."

A cruel chill pedals up from the base of your spine to your eartips. This teasing - the feigned loneliness in his husky voice - is somehow getting to you. Yoongi ruffles his minty locks and shrugs, "I'll get going."

"Wait!"

His dreadful footsteps grow quiet and he turns his head with the smallest smile penciled along his face. "Yes?"

"I'll come. Just give me a few minutes... To get ready. "

The spark in Yoongi's eyes glows in pure glee as he lowers himself to your eye level and chuckles. "Aw, Y/N loves me afterall!"

"Ow!" You glare at him after his fingers retreat from your throbbing nose. "I'm going to kill you Min Yoongi-!!!"

"See you downstairs for the murder then!" He laughs hysterically before dashing down the corner. Without any other comeback, you humbly accept your fate and close the door with a sigh.

Your gaze falls to the black bikini sprawled out on your bed.

If it's a competition Minhee is looking for then she picked the wrong girl to mess with. Whatever it takes, you refuse to let her get to you. This is your life, your vacation! If she wants Jungkook, fuck it.

You don't care anymore.

He isn't worth it.

❥

(Yoongi's POV)

"Yoongi, are you actually gonna swim or just keep sitting like a twat?" Taehyung, that handsome little brat, provokes with a half-grin seeping his lips.

"Talk to this twat like that again and I'll kick you in the face." I launch my foot from the water and Taehyung retreats as though it were a piece of seaweed, snickering up a storm.

"Oh have mercy hyung!" He begs mockingly.

"Exactly what I thought."

Taehyung wiggles his brows and reapproaches after I relax. "So who are you waiting for? Wait, don't tell me it's-"

"J-HOOOOOOOOPE!!!" Hoseok howls out his stage name as though it is his secret luck charm, grazing his fingertips along the glass roof before plunging to his ultimate water wedgy off the highest diving board.

I flinch at the resulting water droplets that slap my face. Hoseok ressurfaces with a radiant smile, tilting his head side to side to pour the water from his ears.

"You guys should really try it out!"

"Ooh! Me, me, me!" Taehyung bounces on the balls of his feet like an eager elementary student.

Hoseok turns, "What about you Yoongi?"

I shake my head and smile softly.

"Yeah, whatever you simp. " Taehyung jabs with a pout and paddles off with Hoseok to the other edge of the pool.

I lean back and tilt my head up, admiring the sky - the delicate clouds in their full fluff - waltzing through the looking glass. How much longer... I wonder.

"So this is where you were."

I cock my head in the direction of the honey-smooth voice and regret plows my lungs instantaneously. I gulp, trying to suppress the tightness in my ribcage that swivels at the forked road of decency and selfish desire. It's a fine line to draw: one I will drown in if she catches me.

Beads of moisture cling to her all and a flint of amusements glows in her delicate moons for eyes; there's even a slight rosiness glossing her cheeks. Through the damp chlorine a fragrant jasmine echoes in the background. She must have just showered.

"I'm just kidding." She snorts, "But seriously if you ever pinch my nose again, I'll punish you!"

I pout. "Well that's just mean."

My chest swells with a taut, fuzzy warmth as we share a chuckle. Her smile has always been beautiful.

Something's different about her today.

"Y/N! Yoongi!" Hoseok charges toward us, prancing over from the deep end like a happy-go-lucky teenager returning from the mall after a day of aimless window shopping. He tackles me with a hug.

I glue my hand to his forehead with a slap that shakes across the pool rims, grumbling, "Don't even think about it."

Before I can pry Hoseok my personal space, Taehyung stalls the moment with a shriek.

"I'm gonna jump!"

"Chicken! You won't do it!" I snicker with Hoseok.

He frowns, "You know what turd-face? Just because you said that, imma do it!"

He skips to the back of the board only to turn around into a full on sprint. Hoseok's jaw drops as Taehyung's frame cuts through the air and strikes the water with a skin-rippling slap.

Everyone cringes.

Taehyung screams as he resurfaces and points to his rouge smeared stomach in determination. "Worth it to prove you wrong!"

"I wouldn't be too sure about that." Jimin chuckles, assisting Taehyung out of the pool.

❥

(Y/N'S POV)

Like a group of cliché highschool students, everyone splits into their respective mini social circles. Jimin and Taehyung are the jocks; plowing beach balls at each other in the deep end and swinging off jump ropes endlessly. Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin are relaxing and chatting away like the seniors who got their shit together just before finals. Across from them are Minhee and Jungkook.

She's all over him - one sinful hand resting on his thigh and the other glazing the lines of his broad shoulders.

Jungkook's eyes flicker to yours.

The urge to refrain contact subsides as his deceitful planets of chocolate devour yours. You ball your fist and bite down the cruel words sailing the rims of your hot lips.

What's his deal?

He's enjoying Minhee's company, so why the apologetic glances?

Just as you are about to turn your back, beads of water flick along your cheekbones. "Yah!" You screech while ogling directly at the culprit who's hunched over laughing wholeheartedly. A smirk tickles your lips as you smash a handful of water in his face.

Yoongi looks back at you with a cocked brow.

You both crack into smiles.

"It's a vacation Y/N," He reminds, tossing you a towel. "Just have fun."

You clutch the soaked towel in your palm.

Maybe Jungkook isn't what you need.

(Jungkook's POV)

"Hmm? What are you looking at?" Minhee purrs, slithering her hand to my chin and tilting it towards her.

"It's nothing."

She chuckles with total sarcasm as I withdraw from her touch. "What? You don't like it when I do this?" In stark defiance, her fingertips strike the end of my spine and she strolls them to the base of my neck. I shudder.

"It's not that."

"Then?" She hedges with dangerously lustful eyes.

I lean my head back on the rim of the hot tub and sigh. I dare not to speak the truthful words of my head and settle for total silence.

It's Y/N...

Her and Yoongi - the mere thought it simply makes my blood prickle. The mystique when his fingertips grace her lower back, the way an elegant sunshine-filled smile constantly marks her face instead of a scowl when she's with him. Those I can take, but worst of all is the way she accepted his kiss that queasy night...

Needles of distaste prick at my chest and ooze their ink of resentment into my heart. It marks me like a disgusting lover's tattoo.

She can fool around with her "prince charming".

I grin loosely, "It's nothing Minhee. Now, where were we?" my thumb surfs the slope of her chin, tugging gently so her solemn lips make way for mine. I lean in. She presses her eyes tight.

I flinch.

How boring.

If it were Y/N, she'd do something to get my blood running instead of sitting like an obedient house pet. It's funnier to piss her off, make her blush, laugh...

My thoughts drift through a dreary fog, fondly recalling the way Y/N's cheeks would glow that lovely shade of crimson whenever I'd tease. Even the millions of excuses she'd make afterwards to hide the fact she was embarrassed. Why do I miss them so much?

A pitiful grin tickles the corner of my mouth.

Why does my mind keep running to her? She obviously likes Yoongi.

And I like Minhee.

Minhee is my first crush. It's not like I ever lost feelings for her.

But still...

My gaze shifts to Y/N.

I hate watching her smile with Yoongi. I hate that she's dancing on the top of the world while I'm stuck rolling the dice with the ghost of misery.

She's shining today; I want to tell her that but something isn't allowing me.

Something cruel...

"Jungkook?" Minhee blinks confusedly. Worry and concern embrace her normally dull irises. It is now that I realize she's been pleading for my attention.

"Maybe later." I mutter, turning down the familiar hands slithering along the slopes of my shoulders.

I would've given anything for Minhee back then but now the memories of what we could've been flip through the archives of my mind whenever that girl's around.

Whenever she pisses me off.

Whenever she smiles.

Whenever she isn't with me.

My upper lip twitches. This something - the thorny vines embellishing my heart like a cobra sinking its victorious teeth into prey - it's not a simple gloom.

It's jealousy.

My gaze wavers a final time. Y/N brushes the wet hair dangling in Yoongi's infatuated eyes - a criminal gaze that I know is little by little intends on stealing her heart. My chest burns with rage.

I don't know how much longer I'll be able to contain myself.

❥

(Y/N's POV)

"I didn't actually think he'd do it though! I mean, belly flopping off the highest board?" Yoongi's cheeks cave in to the genuine grin creeping up his face. "Typical Tae."

"That's one way to put it." You tease bumping shoulders with his freshly showered physique. When you both arrive at your corridor, he stops at his door first.

"See you later?" He smiles.

You hum.

No vulgar comments or mean tricks were employed by Jungkook. Not to mention, Yoongi kept you company and for once, you actually had fun? As far as days go, that's a blessing in your books.

Content with this resolve, you stride off to your shared bedroom. When you glide your keycard along the receptors' teeth, estranged footsteps cut the silence.

Ah right, you forgot that your roommates with Medusa's grumpier reincarnation.

"Minhee?"

The absence of a reply makes you pivot.

Jungkook?

"Follow me." The corners of his mouth are pinned by this dreary scowl that covers the freckle centered beneath his lower lip. His tone is abrasive - but not in the usual one that rubs you the wrong way. No, it's a wicked cri de coeur.

He takes you by the wrist. "What the hell-?"

"Quietly." Jungkook barks and drags you down the hall like a reluctant accomplice off to commit a heist. The energy surging through him, possessing his inhuman-like grasp on you has your legs wobbling with every step.

"Jungkook-!"

It's as though the raspy call of his name makes him turn into a block of concrete. He freezes and a look of panic eats away at his red-kissed visage. He scans the hall once, then again before thrashing his hotel room door open and whipping you inside.

The door closes with a monstrously loud slam and its propelled gust of air makes the hairs on your body stand.

Only now do his chaotic eyes lay sight on you and it absolutely terrifies. "Are you trying to get us caught!? Or are you just plain dumb?"

"Dumb?" A scoff itches your throat. "That's rich coming from you! Last time I checked, all I ever do is cover for your mistakes but you're not even thankful for it, asshole."

His beautifully astute pearls of chocolate narrow at the wicked name-calling. For a moment his mouth opens, and you swear he'll hurl equally petty insults back, but then he doesn't.

He just stops.

Instead he fidgets and stiffens a little, then advances forward. You repel his proximity by placing two hands firm against the expanse of his chest.

"Jungkook-" you collapse back but he slams an arm against the wall, blocking your sole path of escape. A startled cry shatters the silence as he pins your arms.

You try to resist but it's no use; he's got you right where he wants you.

"Stop it!" your hiss goes ignored by the flaming brunette. His breath is hot, brewing with something more than physical exhaustion. "What is your problem?"

Tingles sprint along your skin as his slender fingers brush the hair clouding your vision. He sinks to your eye level. "You are my problem."

You gulp.

You've never been this close to him before - tight enough where his steamy breath rolls down the tip of your nose. It's infuriating, dizzying, steamy... confusing.

"This is exactly why I hate you."

That murderous growl clawing at your tone finally draws a reaction from Jungkook. Not the retreating type that any sane person would realize but rather it's psychopathic opposite - defiance.

Jungkook's lip stirs and releases a mocking chuckle. "You gotta stop doing that."

Huh?

You blink.

Only when your eyes flash open does the striking meaning of the stormy emotions swirling in his conflicted expression provide clarity. He's hurting from inner turmoil. He's hurting because he doesn't know what to believe anymore.

He's hurt because of you.

And the sole thought of it sends a disgusted shiver rippling along skin.

"So?" you glower that just to spite him, and boy it definitely does the trick.

Something fanatic flashes through his eyes faster than a bullet ripping through air and gracefully embeds itself in his lower lip making it twitch. His hands flare out, wider than a normal range. You wince as he clutches at your waist in a sharp spring, one that warrants a shrill for mercy as he entangles himself within you.

Now the realization that this is a trap dawns on you.

"You need to stop..." his whispered whimper coats the nape of your neck and drains at the dip between your shoulder blades. "You need to stop saying these things that make me want to kiss you."

Heat blooms throughout your cheeks as his head collapses into the nook of your shoulder. The pitter-patter of your heart clashes with the screaming voices in your head - this is wrong.

It has to be, but if so, why doesn't it feel that way?

The points of your teeth mark an indent on the tip of your lip. Uncertainty should consume your every thought but instead all you can focus on is the sensation of his arms cradling you, pleading for reciprocation - the way he wants you to mark him.

You are stunned.

However, most of all, you don't want to validate something so empty and flawed. So you tenderly slide his hands off and spin around. "Jungkook," you start shakily, "Why are you ignoring me?"

He falls silent with rejection quivering throughout his bones.

"See, I knew it. You're just playing with me."

His unwillingness to enunciate a proper syllable within the half-minute just ignites this boiling anger inside of you.

Screw him.

Finally, you give in to the growing urge to stomp off and turn away from Jungkook. He remains silent for the duration of your trip from the common room to the entrance, fuming once your hand glides along the nob, "Me playing with you? It sure feels like the other way around."

You flip around with wide eyes that rapidly narrow.

What the hell did he just say?

He crosses his arms and with a sulky and strangely challenging lilt fires back, "Don't think I didn't see what you did that night."

"What the actual heck are you talking about?"

"Of course you're playing dumb." He glowers, "But you know what? Forget it! I thought we could at least make this shitty situation work but all you do is test my patience!"

A moment passes where nothing but his strained breathing harmonizes with the silence.

You shake your head and prop open the door. A snarky snicker slips by and the crude smile you've been desperately suppressing surfaces, "You test mine too."

❥

"He really said that?"

"Yeah..."

The beautiful corners of Yoongi's mouth flops in a way that makes your heart jump a little, but not in a good way -- more in common sympathy because of your horrific predicament.

"What an ass. Why the hell is he whining? He wasn't even there when you were-"

"You're wrong."

Confusion creeps along Yoongi's face.

"You're wrong, Yoongi." You sigh, "I don't think he's mad about that. It's something else. The thing that's confusing though, is I don't know whether he wants to be friends or just hates me."

You slump in your seat and selfishly gaze up at the stars burning the pitch-black sky. "I don't know what he wants."

"That's for him to figure out." his hand cups the round of your shoulder, "What you need to do is cheer up a little."

Yoongi's smile is contagious and in return it makes you beam back as though you're enveloped in a blanket of compassion. You've spent so much time with him today but for some clueless reason your mind is still spinning around a Jungkook jeopardy wheel.

Your first kiss.

The bunny.

The necklace.

Minhee.

All of it.

You metally keep flip-flopping in frustration. It's just impossible to be around him without going ballistic. It's straining because he's just so dang hot and cold.

One minute he's sprawled over you begging to stop this before he loses his senses, and the next he's cursing at you with that dreadful frown and mean eyes.

What does it mean?

"Here."

You ogle at the chilled pop can Yoongi presses against your cheek. "Don't worry, it's not alcohol." He laughs and cracks it open before handing it over. The kind gesture makes you grin before guzzling some of the sparkly liquid.

"Yoongi, why are you awake?"

It's an afterthought to all your problems, but seriously how the heck did he end up here?

He tosses a loose grin, "I threw a pillow at Hoseok and Jin to shut them up... and accidentally hit the TV."

You snort.

Yoongi leans back in his seat with the palms pressed against the back of his head acting as support. "Yeah, Namjoon kicked me out of the room. I'm waiting for him to let me back in." His gaze lands on you. "How 'bout you? Why are you up?"

"Um. Couldn't sleep."

Nice going. Very smooth.

He obviously knows that idiot.

Yoongi hums at your cute stutter and a seductive grin pencils the edges of his perfect mouth. Then a teasing glow glazes his charcoal planets of mischief. "What were you thinking about that's keeping you awake? Something a little risqué-?"

"Yah!"

Yoongi retreats as you pound your fists into him like a cat kneading its claws through their owner's jeans. You flounder under his gaze, "W-Well I mean..."

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." His voice flourishes as sweet but you're unsure whether to trust his intent - would he actually care?

Should you tell him?

(Yoongi's POV)

"A few weeks ago when I was sick, I had this dream."

Huh?

Y/N giggles and clicks her feet together, an obvious and powerful indecisiveness clouding the atmosphere. This is it. This is the moment where I'll find out.

Does she trust me?

She goes on carefully explaining her dream and what storm of confusion it crafted in her heart. A silhouette of the man she loved danced across the fragment of her reverie; she insists she knew him and that she felt his adoration. She recalled his bubbling warmth and comfort but couldn't recall his face.

Then she says, "At one point he kissed me."

"Really?"

I try my best to hide my surprised expression. This is beginning to sound awfully like that night - the one when I caved in to my desires. And she thinks it's a dream?

Ironic and painful curiosity pricks at my chest and flows through my veins.

I have to know...

"Did you... Like it?"

She stares and me wide-eyed and frozen in place for a second, almost as if this is the first time she'd consider the notion. Then, she breaks in soft laughter and unveils her enchanting smile. "It was warm and soft...I liked it a lot."

I can't help but join the grin fest.

She shoots straight up and slaps her thighs with two hands in conclusion. "Well you know, it doesn't matter either way. It was just a dream after all."

"And if it was real?"

Her face blooms a striking maroon making it obvious that my question caught her off guard. She reaches for her face and buries her cheeks with her palms, "What do take me for? I would've remembered if someone kissed me!"

I stifle an awkward laugh.

She's right but...

Maybe for now, and just for now...

I'll be her faceless prince charming.

Was this chapter worth the wait? I had a few technical difficulties along the way but managed to get through it! 😘 Prepare yourselves for part 2~!

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