You had been in the lobby, sifting through the endless supply of papers piled onto your desk. Delicate fingers typing important information on the office computer, you couldn't help but fall back into the memories of the previous evening.

His raven orbs anchored onto your inviting lips, your fingers laced in the fabric of his white t-shirt, clutching onto his chest to maintain any balance you could muster. His lips pull into a crooked grin as the sensation of your feverish breath stung his skin, "Mmm," He moans, a sonorous grumble vibrated from his throat, "Are you sure you aren't looking for something more than just forgiveness?" He asks, breathless.

Your sloe eyes had narrowed, returning the intense vibe his feline orbs had gifted with each passing second. Your parted lips and sheepish expression had been reflected perfectly in his obstructed orbs.

Then wordlessly, he had escaped from your grasp, gaze soft and tender while a genuine smile tugged his thin-cornered lips, "For everything... Thanks... Niece girl."

A blush spreads across your face, ruining any chance your brain could've possibly had to function normally. "Gosh..." Your head falls onto the desk in defeat, hands nesting in your hair. "What am I go to do?"

As if being summoned by your complaints, your aunt waltzes into the room, handing you yet another mountain of work. She places a warm palm on your back with long sigh, "Tell me about it," her eyes rolled skywards, "Those idiots pounded on the door an hour before opening."

Your jaw falls, hands hovering over your mouth as you tried to prevent the laughter threatening to erupt your lips.

"You didn't have to let them in you know." You snicker.

Your aunt forces a chuckle, "Believe me, I wasn't planning to." She shakes her head, shoulders shaking. "That was until funky one started to 'serenade' me."

No longer holding it in, you burst out laughing at the pathetic tale. "Oh how fortunate."

She smiles, joining in on the fun. "Hasn't anyone told you Gwangju boys have the most 'beautiful' voices?"

You come to halt mid-laughter, gaze turning to your computer as you noticed a head of ebony stride past the front lobby.

He strolled comfortably, taking his time with both hands shoved in his pockets as he headed the direction of the hotel restaurant, all the while failing sparing you a single glance.

Your mouth hangs wide open, knuckles turning pale as your hand balled into a fist. Your jaw screwed tight in rage, "Would it kill the guy to not ignore the person that helped him?" You huff, leaning back into your seat with your arms folded over your chest as you threw a mini silent tantrum.

You had helped the man yet here he was, not even batting an eye to your existence.

Once Yoongi had left the main lobby, your aunt takes a seat beside you. "Details. Now." She demanded.

Caught by surprise, you give the woman a wide eyed stare, brows knitting together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

A mischievous grin pops her taffy lips as she arches an eyebrow. "You know exactly what I mean. Don't play dumb."

"No I really don't." You admit in all honesty.

She waves her hand, "Oh God stop lying. I can't stand the smell of bullshit." she complains. "So you better tell me what's going on between you and him before I force it out of you."

"Oh you wouldn't dare." You challenged.

"Oh but I would." She chuckles, snapping a finger as she placed a sassy hand on her hip.

You shake your head whilst smiling. "Are you my aunt or my friend?"

"Want the long answer or the short?" She smiles.

You shrug, heaving a long sigh. "I don't know... But between him and I there's nothing-"

"Ahp!" Your aunt cuts you off, locking her hand to your lips. "Don't draw conclusions too quickly. Now explain everything."

She removes her hand, your lips forming into a pout. "But nothing really happened."

She frowns, clearly unsatisfied with your answer as she sunk into her seat. "Fine." One leg crosses over the other, her posture turning arrogant much like her smile. "Two can play that game."

Her gaze traveled with unnerving thoroughness up your body, noting each and every single hint based on your body language that she could uncover. She hums, stare locking tight with yours as she smirked. "If nothing happened," She paused, "then why are you blushing?"

Your gaze flickered from her visage to the floor, then shaking your head in denial. "I-I'm not blushing."

"You stuttered."

"S-so?" You return, brave enough to meet her gaze gleaming with amusement. She thought the brilliant ruby hue flushing your cheeks was priceless. She could've imagined that she could be so easily reminded of herself in her youth by another.

She had once been like that.

Someone caught in the net of oblivion to fate.

She grins, tapping your nose. "That means you're caught in a lie."

Taken aback, your expression grows annoyed, lips pursing and brows furrowing. "I'm telling you nothing happened!" You exasperated.

"Mhm~" Your aunt sings in skepticism removing a pile of completed paperwork from your desk, "I know my niece wouldn't blush over nothing." She wags an accusing finger your way, "I'm onto you." She winks, prancing out of the room without another peep.

You glanced at your computer screen with a soft sigh as you smiled to yourself in relief.

At least he seemed better now.

❈

Yoongi sauntered into the hotel restaurant, a familiar brunette's heart-shaped smile greeting him, "Yoongi!" He shouts, waving the elder over.

Shoulders heavy with annoyance and eyes skyrocketing to the back of his skull, Yoongi reluctantly approached the table swarmed with a sea of artificially coloured heads.

"What do you want?" Yoongi grumbled, exhausted.

His sleep had been terrible the previous night and quite frankly he was struggling to keep up with his surroundings, body weak as he tried to do even the simplest of tasks such as walking.

The incident from midnight had caused a harsh effect on his mental and physical state to say the least.

The eldest of the friend group, Jin, offered a smile. "We're just checking up on you." He spoke softly.

If any normal person had been in Yoongi's situation, they would've been grateful to their elder for checking on them despite their busy schedule.

Posing in front of cameras all day long, only to expose your well sculpted body to the world was a difficult career choice. But it had been the one Jin had taken, even with all the hate a backlash from the public.

He simply loved his job so much because to him it was the people that made his heart glow and flutter in happiness.

Though work was important, Jin's sense of family had been developed as well and he rushed to gather all the boys as soon as he'd heard of Yoongi's collapsing from Hoseok.

Interrupting the painful silence roaming the atmosphere, the salmon-haired man cleared his throat as he adjusted the round spectacles supported by the bridge of his nose. "Hoseok made it sound like you were dying," Namjoon teased, "But honestly all jokes aside, are you alright?"

Yoongi lowered his head, fist clenched.

He should've known sooner or later this question would've been asked.

Were they trying to mock him?

Are you alright?

How insensitive.

What an idiotic question.

Did he really seem 'fine' to the others?

He scoffed, disgusted.

Of course he did, after all the Yoongi they'd known was different - A troublemaker, mysterious man who kept to himself in the secrets of his past.

They knew nothing.

They were so blind to the truth that stood before them.

The definition of 'fine' was far from Yoongi's condition. But he he could only dream to speak up about it right?

Because it would only shatter his image and legacy that he'd painted for himself in the new life he was trying to create.

He laughs, "I'm fine." Yoongi reassured with a smile.

"That's a relief." The youngest, Jungkook piped sparing his friend a kind smile.

"Oh yeah," Hoseok beams in his glorious epiphany, expression brighter than that of a beacon illuminating within a void of darkness. His lips curve into a smug smirk, "Who was the girl from yesterday?"

Yoongi had been caught off guard, confusion boldly lurking within his gaze.

"What?"

"You know, the one you clutched onto like a koala." Yoongi gawked at Hoseok's rather detailed explanation of how snug his figured had been against yours the night before, his ears turning red as he averted his gaze.

"I did not hold onto her like a koala." He mumbles in defense.

"Oh you totally did." Hoseok returns, earning a long sigh from Yoongi in response. Yoongi scratched the back of his neck as he fished for a satisfactory explanation that wouldn't send his rowdy friends spiraling into a frenzy. "Well..." He drags, "From what I've understood, she's the hotel owner's... Niece."

Yoongi cringed as the last word had soared from his lips, silence overhanging the atmosphere as he observed the reactions of his friends.

For a moment the whole table exchanged looks, then started howling with incredibly loud laughter all to Yoongi's confusion.

Shoulders shaking and head thrashing back, Jimin wheezed. "This is too good."

"Haha I can imagine a kinky romance novel being made from this already." Namjoon's nose scrunched.

"Wait, what if he hooked up with her? Oh that would be priceless!" Joked Taehyung, only further amplifying the laughter roaring from the others lips.

"Guys stop." Yoongi grumbled.

"I can see the scandal already." Jin continued, snickering.

Yoongi's jaw tightened to the taunting. With one swift movement he rose from his seat, towering over the others with a dark gleam possessing his angered stare.

The chit-chatting comes a sudden halt, Yoongi silencing them as his fist pounded against the table, knuckles white as the blood drained from them. "Shut up!" He growls, voice low.

"Sorry." Taehyung smiles, waving politely as his gaze flickered towards the others with urgency, grin twisting into a desperate one.

"Sorry." The others apologized softly.

A large gulp of oxygen had filled Yoongi's lung as he calmed himself, returning into his seat. "It's fine." He mumbles, hands folding in his lap.

Taehyung turned to Namjoon, leaning close, "If he's lying and being insincere right now, at least we'll have all summer to find out right?" He whispered.

Yoongi's eyes swelled. "What?"

The corners of Taehyung's almond eyes crinkle as he pushes the awkward lump down his throat whilst retaining a box-like grin. He reached deep into his pocket, metal jingling as he twirled a pair of keys around his finger. "Right." He laughs, head falling to the side, "Didn't we tell you we'd be staying here?" His lips unravel a smug smirk.

"What!?" Yoongi roared, panicking.

"What? The place was cheap." Namjoon whined with a shrug, lips forming a pout.

"Plus the hotel manager lady is nice too." Jungkook chirped.

Yoongi shook his head, a long sigh releasing from his lips as his hand ran through his silky locks, "Yeah but that doesn't mean you can just fucking book without telling me." He groans, head falling onto the desk.

"Yoongi chill the fuck out. It will only be for two months anyways." Jin argued, slapping a hand onto Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi pulls away from the foreign touch, head thrashing back as arrogant laughter flooded his lips. "Two months!? I could barely cope with the same dorm for a weak last year, let alone 2 months..."

"Jeez, stop being a drama queen would you?" Jimin muttered, "Most of have jobs anyways, it's not like we'll be harassing you 24/7." He shook his head with slight distaste.

Yoongi rolled his shoulders back, "Fine," his gaze traveled from one face to another, "but don't expect me to acknowledge you guys." he smiles. "And if any of you wake before 9 you're all dead meat."

"Alright, alright." Hoseok giggled.

Yoongi grinned, standing. "Well, I'm off." He says, turning his back. "Later loosers." He waves lazily, not even sparing a final glance as a farewell.

Once Yoongi had vanished, Taehyung turned to the others, "Oh he totally has a thing for her." He snickers.

"Yup." Namjoon agreed, smirking.

"Definitely."

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