J-Hope had come to sit next to me, explaining that he had found the flowers on a walk through the woods, and he had decided to bring them back to bring a little more life to the place.

I had smiled at that, because it felt that he was trying to truly be happy, bringing flowers in to help remind him of the beauty of life.

But then I had stared into his eyes, past the cheerful eye-smile, and I had realized that he was no better than before. The sadness was rotting his soul, but there was nothing I could do. I didn't want to scare him away or piss him off by saying anything. Instead I just gave him a sad smile, hoping to convey my concerns through that.

I don't know if he got it, but soon enough he was up dancing with Jimin, and I had to sit there sadly, my brain actually hurting from trying to think of a solution that didn't exist.

Of course, as soon as Suga and Star came back, they came tumbling over, Star dragging a sloth-like Suga like a ragdoll behind her, and I couldn't focus on anything anymore.

She seemed to have spotted me right away, and she plopped on the couch next to me, pulling Suga down with her.

Her eyes grinned into mine before moving down to stare at my collarbones.

Shit.

"I TOLD YOU IT WOULD HAPPEN! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU AND NAMJOON - I MEAN YOU HAD A BED, WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU DO?" She was screaming her head off, aggressively shaking my arms in excitement.

It wasn't in the bed....

I kept my face void, simply staring back at her.

"Who says it was Namjoon? Maybe it was Jungkook," I said, shrugging. I fought to resist staring at Namjoon as I spoke, figuring that that would probably give me away. Still, my eyes slipped over to him for a few seconds, letting myself indulge before I forced myself to look at Star.

"Please, Jungkook couldn't get that close to you, he'd probably faint," she said, smirking.

"Maybe it was Jimin," I responded without hesitation, nibbling the inside of my lip to hide my nervous excitement- Star had reminded me of what had happened, and now I couldn't get it out of my head.

"Jimin probably couldn't even reach your chest, nonetheless your neck," Star responded cooly, and I snorted a little, raising an eyebrow at her as if to tell her that she was one to talk about height.

She smacked my shoulder in mock anger, before raising her eyebrows back at me.

"Well maybe V decided I was too hot to resist," I said, brushing my hair from my face in faux pretentiousness.

"V's been gone all morning, so no," Star said, and I cursed in my head at her immediate answers.

"Fine, you got me. It was J-Hope," I said, smirking at her for good measure and grabbing his arm as he walked by.

"J-Hope wouldn't- well, he would. I don't have a specific reason for why it's not him, but I know it's not him," Star said, and J-Hope looked down at us confused, though he didn't pull his wrist from my grasp.

"What's not me?" He asked, his face scrunching up as he tried to figure out what we were talking about.

"Exactly," Star said, and J-Hope stared a little longer at us. I let go of his arm to hide a snort behind my hand, and he shook his head, walking away muttering something about 'stupid'.

"And who does that leave?" Star said smugly, winking at me and leaning against a now sleeping Suga.

How he falls asleep so fast, I have no idea. Maybe he just fakes it so people don't bother him. That actually seems like something he might do.

"Well, Suga would probably fall asleep before he even reached my neck, so I guess that leaves you babe," I smirked, winking back at her and laying my hand over hers.

"Oh my," she said, licking her lips and laughing lightly.

"Yah, back off. At least hit on her when I'm not in the room," Suga said, his words muffled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on top of him, farther from me.

I knew that he wasn't really asleep! That little faker.

I sniggered, "fine, we'll wait until you leave."

"Good," his voice was thick with sleep, and as Star closed her eyes too, I shook my head laughing, standing up to leave them in peace.

I stood up, searching for Jungkook, Angel and V. Finding none of them, I started moving back to the party room, figuring that they were out together, because V couldn't have gone alone, that was against the rules, and besides that, it was utterly stupid. No one would have your back if you ran into trouble, nobody would be there to protect you, or, worst case, tell us how you died.

I clutched my heart at the images of each member dying, and I nearly cried out.

Thankfully, Jimin accidentally ran into me and then I was distracted, attempting to copy his and J-Hope's body rolls, a smile coming to my face.

I caught Namjoon's eye from across the room, and I grinned at him, giving a small wave as I gave up the body rolls and began jumping around, shaking my hips and waving my arms around until I couldn't feel myself think anymore.

Namjoon and I kept exchanging cryptic looks, and he started smirking and licking his lip, his eyes thick with no doubt explicit thoughts, making my heart pound as I went blind from all the images.

Jimin started twerking, or his strange version of it, and J-Hope, the obvious expert, joined in, and soon enough I was shrugging and trying to do it myself until I couldn't move because I was laughing too hard at their starkly different versions of the dance.

When I next looked up, Namjoon was walking towards me, and I held my breath, standing still and looking at him.

What was he up to-

My question was answered before I could even ask, as his hands found my waist and all but jerked me against him. He held my butt to pull me up higher, and as soon as my head passed his shoulders, he leaned down to press his lips against mine.

His lips, they were the softest things I had ever felt in all my life, softer than a plushie, smoother than silk, absolutely intoxicating-

He pulled away smirking, and I noticed that there was collective cries of protest. I don't know if they had been talking the whole time, but all my senses had failed me save for touch once Namjoon kissed me. God, if only I could feel that forever.

"Yah, why do you have to do that in front of us?"

"Quit showing off, we get it, you like her, you have her."

And of course, Star just had to wake up just in time, and she was squealing I told you so's like no tomorrow, much to Suga's sleepy dismay.

I bit back the surprise, ignoring the others and staring up at him in disbelief.

"What did you expect, we got interrupted before," Namjoon spoke, and I imagined that Jimin was probably blushing at the realization of just what he had walked into, or rather, almost walked into.

Namjoon leaned down farther, whispering softly in my ear, "I wasn't done with you."

His words sent chills down my spine. I was limp as he pulled me to the room, probably to save us from listening to more complaints, or, in Star's case, gleeful screams.

As soon as the door was shut he was pinning me against it, his lips hungry and lacking any gentleness. But that was fine with me, because each aggressive kiss made my heart skip a beat, and I couldn't get enough of this feeling, of him.

Leaning up on my tiptoes, I drew myself closer to him, pressing my body against him and snaking my hands up his chest, to hook around his neck, pulling him down as I reached up.

I think he was surprised by my equally aggressive response, but he took it in stride, clutching my hips before hoisting me up and pressing me flat against the wall. It was just as well, because my legs had grown weak.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep balance so that I wouldn't fall off, as that would mean that my lips would have to leave his, and I was not interested in that at all.

Too soon, he pulled away, smirking and breathing heavily.

"Wow, if I knew you'd kiss like that, I would've done it sooner," he said, and I breathed out a laugh.

"Maybe I wouldn't have let you," I managed to say, though my voice was strained and weak.

"Please, I think we've proved you're hopeless for me," he said, and I tried hard to frown at him, but the sight of his dimples had me grinning like a clueless baby.

He let me down, and as soon as my feet hit the ground my knees buckled. I would've fallen, if Namjoon hadn't kept his arms around my waist, probably expecting it.

"See, proof," he said, picking me up again and setting me on the bed.

I tried to pull him in for a kiss, and he laughed, kissing me quickly before pulling away.

"If we start on the bed....there's not enough time for that. We have a few things at the Underground to take care of," he said before walking away, sending me a wink before leaving the room.

I made it a mission to make Namjoon feel as weak as I did at his kiss. Add that to solving the Jin case, figuring out what was wrong with everyone here, and cheering J-Hope and Jimin up especially, and I had my hands full.

I sighed and lay back on the bed, a smile taking over my face.