(A/N: *huff huff* guys I AM SO SORRY. I've been hella busy, but like I whipped this up as fast as I could. Oh, annnnnnd yas, the title is exactly what it looks like. ;)

"Guys... I can't find my bag." Hoseok's voice trembles in fright. 

Jimin arches an eyebrow, arms crossed as he exchanges looks with the others. His lips break into a smile as he pats his elder on the back, "Dude, that's a really bad joke." 

Hoseok frowns, shying from the touch of the younger. "No. I'm serious." He shakes his head, continuing to search for the gym bag he had brought with him prior to leaving the hotel.

He sends the others a panicked look upon searching underneath the table the group had utilized for the evening, "It's not here." 

"Shit." Namjoon curses. 

Jin's ears stain red as he ogles at the Hoseok. His lips fall with annoyance.

If it had been any other bag in the world he wouldn't have reacted in such a manner.

But no.

Of course Hoseok just happened to be trusted by some imbecile to keep track of the most crucial piece to their vacation. 

The keys. 

 "You fucking idiot!" Jin barked, heaving a long sigh afterwards. 

Hoseok froze, lips portraying a nervous smile as he strained to run away from the man who looked like he was about to beat him to death with the beer bottle resting on the table nearby.

Because you better believe it, the idea had crossed Jin's mind.

"Why are not doing anything!? Look for it!" Hoseok flinched at the volume of Jin's voice. With a weak nod, he takes orders and continues scavenging the bar for his precious gym bag. 

Flustered by the sudden complication in the situation, the others, including you, take the initiative to come to the poor man's aid.  

Venting out of frustration, Jin continues scolding the younger. "Who the hell let you keep the keys?" He angrily pushes a chair aside, searching underneath another table. 

Hoseok chewed on his bottom lip in hesitance, gaze roaming the room as he mumbled, "You did..."

Jin was baffled — speechless.

What Hoseok had said was indeed true, in fact this situation wouldn't had happened if Jin hadn't felt like slipping the keys into Hoseok's bag last minute simply because he was too lazy to carry them.

"Well that backfired." Taehyung snickers, Jin's eyes nearly shooting daggers at the younger.

"You, shut up." Jin growled, pointing a finger at him accusingly. Taehyung chuckled, waving his hands as a peaceful gesture.

Namjoon was the first to ignore the vulgar comments being spread, "Do you remember where you last left your bag?" he asks.

Hoseok shakes his head. "That's the weird thing though... I could've sworn I left it right there." He gestures to his seat. 

"Maybe someone stole it." Jungkook pipes.

"No, we would've noticed if someone did steal it." Argues Taehyung, nibbling on the inside on his cheek.

Namjoon simpered, taking pleasure in all the horseshit coming out of his friends mouths. He clears his throat, "Well considering that Jin forgot he even gave the keys to Hoseok, it honestly wouldn't surprise me if he'd let a thief slip past too."

Jimin raises an eyebrow. "You guys are dumb. What are the chances of a thief even coming to a bar? Let alone to rob a ratty gym bag?" He questions, the others falling silent.

Because, let's face it, he had a point.

Your gaze flickers to Yoongi's nervously — his charcoal eyes glistening in the soft glow the room provided, hope leaping through his chest within the illusion of an aloof expression.

What exactly was this man thinking?

You weren't entirely sure because like a true lone wolf, the man had sworn himself to secrecy. Though it may have appeared to be scheming your thoughts couldn't help but wander.

Could it have been possible this man was watching out for the others...?

As more shoulders and heads sink with defeat, the entourage had decided to finally exit the bar only to park themselves before the front exit as they pondered on their next steps.

"God... What are we going to do? That bag had the keys for both rooms." Namjoon exhales, gaze trailing to Hoseok who returns the gesture with a queasy smile.

As broke university students who typically worked part time, they knew they were screwed.

They had no cash.

And if they couldn't sort this issue out, the won't have anywhere to sleep for the night.

You gather the courage to speak, lips curling into a kind smile. "If I may..." You begin, the others attention flickering in your direction.

Sensing the frosted gaze of the ice-prince himself, you inhale a sharp breath to steady yourself. 

"I am the owner's niece..." You remind politely beside the comfort of Yoongi's frame as your voice had been small.

Eyes gleaming with hope, the men nod.

Scratching the nape of your neck, "It's not a guarantee... But I may be able to get you a spare. I think my aunt can help." Heart succumbing to the sweet vex of anxiety, your words flowed in stutters.

Your gaze trails to Yoongi's, eyes practically pleading the man to help you.

It may have seemed like a stretch since you weren't that well acquainted with one another but at the same time, they were his friends.

Put the emphasis on HIS FRIENDS.

Not yours.

You were simply lending a kind hand because you empathized with them.

Remember your father's expression when he discovered you abused his credit card?

Oho, that man was pissed.

And you certainly didn't want to see the same look on your aunt's face if you had to explain why you suddenly lost 7 costumers.

Yoongi's head falls back as an airy chuckle flows from his lips. "Well..." His melodic voice speaks, "I think it might be worth a shot."

Bora stood in silence, grinning as the others pounced you with questions and grateful smiles.

In matters like these she preferred to keep a close eye and be a mere onlooker.

It was interesting really.

Especially this mystery man as well.

She was intrigued by the fact you had forced her to leave earlier in the bar — a situation most would deem fishy.

Not any man could make her sister flustered like that.

Especially someone of the likes of him.

Someone refined, put-together, independent and... emotionless.

Something was buried under the surface and she was determined to figure out what. Because her stomach couldn't help but churn whenever she saw his face — he seemed quite calm...

Eerily calm...

"Are you sure we can really get a set of spares?"

You lips mold into a smile. "There's a cabinet with spares in the office. I  think I can get them for you with the permission of my aunt."

Smiles of relief tug the group's lips, all of them happily chatting with you and spilling words of thanks as you wandered on ahead. Though with a large crowd, you could feel a pair of feline orbs locked onto your back.

Turning your head back, there stood Yoongi, lips curling upwards...?

Yes, upwards.

You blink a few times just to assure yourself your eyes hadn't been playing tricks on you. And much to your amazement they weren't.

He breaks into a light chuckle, delight seeming to caress his rose-flushed cheeks as the gentle sea breeze tickled his ebony hair. A pair of slender fingers hovers his lips. The corners of his eyes lifted.

And he smiled.

Voluntarily, on that.

He wasn't exactly sure what came over him in that moment but he was certain of one thing -- you had caused it.

Jin notices Yoongi's unusual behavior, his arm bending around his friend's shoulder. Yoongi's lips pull into a flat line as he returned his elder's gesture with a blank stare.

It didn't take Sherlock to know within a matter of seconds what was coming.

The teasing.

"Why are you smiling~" Jin sings in a cheery sing-song tone. Unresponsive, Yoongi's stare declines to acknowledge Jin, the model's lips forming a pout.

As curiosity spread through Jin's bones, his gaze follows Yoongi's eventually landing on you.

He simpers.

His friend was staring like an idiot and didn't even realize.

"Your eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if you keep staring like that." Jin snickers, snapping Yoongi from his daze.

He averts his gaze to the concrete below and nudged Jin playfully. "Shut up." He rolls his eyes.

Jin wheezes, fingers lacing through Yoongi's hair. "And the romance saga continues." He teases. Yoongi nudges Jin with more force.

That man was lucky Yoongi was in a good mood and didn't deck him there and then.

Yoongi shakes his head while grinning. "Shut up." 

❈

"No can do." The middle-aged woman shakes her head, arms folded across her chest.

"What!?" You shriek. "Auntie how do you loose all of the hotel's keys!?"

The woman giggles, foot kicking up as she rested against the door frame. "Don't get sassy with me now young lady."

Bora's lips provides a quizzical grin as she raises the rim of the teacup to her lips, "Looks like the tea has been spilled."

"Idiot. Knowing you, you probably would sell the keys or something." You grumble, the latter yawning to your rather weak comeback. 

In the world of roasting, there are many untalented roaster wannabes.

The way Bora saw it, she was a queen sitting on the thrown proudly, a jewel-filled crown adorning the top of her head. 

She was roasting royalty.

And you... well you were just you.

A special gumdrop.

Same old plain Jane and innocent girl next door.

So boring.

That's why she liked to try and get a good one out of you whenever she had the chance.

"I'll give you a solid 2 for that comment. Have another one?" She provokes.

Slamming your fist on the desk, your teeth grit. "Jesus Christ just go sip your tea somewhere else Bora!" You fume, your sibling crossing her legs as she placed her teacup down nearby.

"Why though? Drinking tea isn't the same without a tea party." She grins.

You snap, hands flying in the air on the fuel of frustration. "Well you're not helping at all!"

Upon hearing all the ruckus, your aunt returns after doing an extensive search of the cabinet from top to bottom. She's had a long day of work and this situation was now carrying into overtime, which she wasn't so pleased with.

"Girls settle down, it's not like these walls are made of concrete!" She slaps the both of you over the head with a rolled up piece of newspaper.

"They can hear you. Besides..." Her lips curl into a grin of mischief. "I don't think either of you would like me to spread an embarrassing secret right?"

You had both been caught again — frozen in place as shock pounded through your veins. Your aunt smiles as the best melody of all fills her ears; silence.

"Now," Your aunt swings her hips round, planting her toosh on an empty section of a desk nearby. "Let's actually all try to be productive and figure out a solution here." She smiles, folding her hands in her lap in courtesy.

"Right Y/N?" Like an arrow piercing through your chest, she'd pushed the topic onto you.

Fantastic. 

"Well, since we don't have any keys, we can't assign them to any rooms in the hotel..." You trail off.

Bora groans. "It's almost 2am. My brain cells are of no use right now."

More like they're never really in use.

"Hold up missy, you're not excluded from this just yet." Your aunt wags her finger. "If we don't think wisely we will loose money."

Your lips purse.

She had a point. All of you were walking on eggshells because of this mess. When push comes to pull, you have to be careful in the decision making process.

Then again... 

It was you, your aunt and Bora making this crucial decision.

They say three heads is better than 1 but really... you could argue that.

Something could easily go wrong if they lean towards the more illogical side of things.

That's why it's your job to keep things rational.

Take one for the team haha...

Bora sighs. She takes her aunt's words with consideration as she paces back an forth. Coming to a conclusion, she stops. "Well... We own a section of the fourth floor..." She draws her bottom lip between her teeth to prevent the laughter itching her throat. "Maybe we could give them the vacant room and..."

You see straight through her proposition. "Absolutely the heck not!"

She grins. "Why? Is there something bothering you?"

Dammit.

She's good.

Genetics never fail a family full of idiots.

As you strain to not tackle your sister, you grit you teeth and huff. "No. Nothing's bothering me." You grumble.

Pecan orbs hugging yours, your aunt brushes past and slips the keys into your palm. The corner of her lips pull upwards as she squeezes your shoulder.

"Great then. Let them in."

As you stagger to the door and force a tight palm against its silver knob, you begin to question the point in even resisting anymore. It seems the world's already planned your doom anyways. Especially if it's Bora and your aunt deciding your fate.

Well I mean... At least you're not dead right?

With a single twist of your wrist, you are met with a sea of confused stares.

You sigh. "Come in."

All the men blur past with obnoxiously loud laughter and little manners as they paraded the now crowded office.

All except one.

Lips curling into a smirk that screams smugness, he shoves his slender hands into his slacks and strides past, rightfully giving you a glorious view of his backside.

A backside any girl would drool over.

Through the outline of his jacket, you could clearly dissect the length of his shoulders — broad and wide — a muscular pair that you most definitely not devouring with your gaze because that would be ridiculous.

Back straight with proper posture, his arms dangle to his side, two sets of elegant fingers poking from his jacket sleeve teasingly.

He knew you were checking him out.

Venturing down, you are met with a set of juicy, muscular thighs begging for freedom in the prison bars that is his skinny jeans.

Oh the temptation.

You felt your face grow hot. 

What's the matter with you? You're practically being a pervert.  

Yoongi glances over his shoulder. He chuckles noticing the pink shinning your cheeks.

He was aware he would have to be careful to make sure he wouldn't become addicted to that expression. But then again, your reactions were just so amusing.

It wasn't like he was giving you a striptease or anything.

But you sure acted like it.

Chuckling at your stiff interaction with the man, your aunt hastily greets the others and explains the situation. "I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience but we seem to be missing keys," She smirks, "But listen closely, I'm prepared to give you two options."

The others nod.

"You can go check in with the hotel down the street which only has one room available or..." She pauses, eyes shimmering with mischief. 

"I'll refund your money and you can stay with us."

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