~ Noona's POV ~

"Sooo...you guys made out?"

"Yeah."

"Again?"

"No! Tae!" I sighed exasperated. "We didn't make out the first time. We were just both really vulnerable and in need of some comfort and we were there to each other. It was a soft kiss, and only lasted a few seconds."

"But this time?" He asked, nibbling on his cheese its.

"He pinned me up against that door." I said pointing at the front door. "And pressed his lips against mine and teased my tongue with his tongue. His hand...it like...moved up my side, and the other one was in my hair and he tugged. Fuck...Tae he moaned. You thought his voice was sexy, you should fucking hear him moan. Fuck!" I said leaning back and covering my eyes.

"Go on." He encouraged.

"I tried so hard to hold back any noises, but I whimpered. He nibbled on my bottom lip and then pulled back. He basically growled at me to take it back."

"Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Take it back?"

"Yes." I replied, remembering how I felt when I could barely speak. "Then he told me he enjoyed the kiss."

"Which one?"

"I don't know. Both?" I groaned and then took the box of cheese its from him, making him give me a dirty look. "Will you focus. I'm freaking out here."

"Why are you freaking out?"

"Because he is so sexy." I said, breathing heavily. "Oh my god, everything about him is. His face, his body, his voice, his smirk, the way he speaks, that stupid arrogant smirk fucking just...oh god."

"Yeah I could see that." He said wide eye looking passed me as if he was visioning it.

"Tae, I can't look him in the eye anymore without feeling...things."

"What things?" He asked, now concerned.

"I...I think I am starting to see him differently." He raised his eyebrow, making my bite my lip. "I never used to crave his touch in a...sexual way." I admitted. "I never used to imagine what it would be like for him to...you now..."

"My innocent ears have no idea what you are talking about. Please enlighten me...open my eyes."

"Tae I'm serious!"

"So am I." He said, his tone now serious and not playful. "You need to say it out loud. So, say it."

I hesitated. But it was just Tae and I here...so I said it. "Hold me down...touch me...kiss me...I just...I just wish he would kiss me again. I can't stop thinking about the ones we have already shared. Oh God, and especially the last one. It haunts me. I think about it all the time." Tae was wearing a shit eating grin, and I swear I was about to smack him. "You're not helping."

"Oh, on the contrary...I am helping. You have never admitted the way you feel about him. So it's about damn time."

"That's the thing Tae, I have never felt this way about him before."

"Yeah because you had shit head in your life for the past three years." He rolled his yes.

"I just...I'm noticing all the sweet things he has always done for me, but I always thought he did them because he is kindhearted and good. I thought he did that because its just who he is. He did sweet things to Jisoo all the time."

"So?" He said leaning back and exhaling. "Look, you obviously have a deeper connection than you realize. You would not be feeling this way if you never felt this way before. Maybe this is the first time you are able to pay attention to these things."

"Maybe? I just find it impossible to see him as just my friend. I don't even know if I could ever see him as just my friend when all I want to do is feel his lips all over me."

"Wait...I don't understand how this has never crossed your mind before." He said.

"What do you mean?"

"You never saw him this way before now?" He asked.

"No." I said shaking my head.

"Well, obviously the universe is trying to tell you something."

I felt a heaviness come across my chest, and I felt like I was going to hold back tears. "I just don't think that he feels the same way though." I choked out.

"Why?" He asked, his voice soft and worried.

"I made a stupid comment about a dinner feeling like a date like...the day after he kissed me, and I think I made everything awkward."

"Was it a date?"

"Of course, it wasn't. Neither of us felt like cooking, and he suggested take out or go out and so we went to FingerPrints."

"Oh...that's a nice restaurant."

"That's what I said."

"So, you told him it sounded like a date?"

"We were at the restaurant and it just...slipped out."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing." I replied, working myself up. "He didn't acknowledge me and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it."

He looked at me with a soft look and reached over and took my hand. "Do you like him?"

"I think so." I whispered. "But I already fucked it up."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"Because he's avoiding me."

"What?"

"He has been staying late at work all week. He even goes in early. We used to have breakfast and dinner together every night since he has been living here and now, he is never home."

"He stays there over night?"

"No, but he may as well." I huffed. "He will get here super late and craw in bed, and then he will leave before I wake up. Not just get up before me, he's gone. I have not talked to him face to face all week."

"Wait, he still sleeps in the bed with you?"

"Yeah."

"Well...Noona...he's still crawling into your bed, that is a good sign."

"No, because Jisoo was in his bed every night and she was clearly not connected with him. I don't want that. Even if nothing happens, I don't want disconnect...but I feel like it's too late."

"It's never too late."

"Tae, he is being short with me. Even through text message it's like he doesn't want to talk at all."

"I'm sure you are being over dramatic, maybe work is just really busy."

"Fine." I said pulling out my phone. "Watch."

I sent a text to Yoongi saying 'Hey what are you up to,' and almost instantly he texted back.

Yoongi: Work

Me: Busy busy! Well I was going to make dinner, think you will be home in time to eat with me?

Yoongi: Probably not.

I sighed, before sending the last try.

Me: I miss seeing your handsome face! I hope works lightens up soon 😊

Yoongi: Yeah, I'll talk with you later Noona.

I didn't reply and just handed the phone to Tae. He took it from me, taking a moment to read it before his jaw clenching, and him looking up to me handing my phone back.

"If he is going to treat you that way then he is no better than Minho."

My chest tightened, and I panicked. I did not want Taehyung to think that way about Yoongi. That isn't true at all.

"No, no, no." I said, shaking my head. "What I'm trying to explain to you is that there has to be something wrong. This isn't like Yoongi, he never talks like this, especially to me."

"Noona, you need to confront him. Even if this doesn't develop into anything, if you keep being scared and he keeps avoiding you, you are going to lose him. Your friendship will be destroyed at this rate and one of you needs to take charge. If he wont, then you need to."

"I don't want to make anything worse."

"Noona!" He scolded getting on his knees on the couch. "You need to tell him how it is. You need to explain to him that you are not someone he can just blow off. That you mean more to each other than that and he needs to man up and just talk to you. Get in his face and tell him how it is."

Honestly Tae was right. If I knew Yoongi like I thought I did, he would never want to cause a problem with any of his friends, including me. I would have to be the one to make him talk, and he is not an easy shell to break.

"Noona, you need to do this now."

"What?" I gasped looking up at him.

"You don't do this on his time, you do this on your time. Do you know where he works?"

"Of course, I'm the only one who knows his passcode to get into his studio booth."

"Then go." He said standing up and pulling me with him. "You need to go there right now and talk about it right now."

"Now?"

"Yes!" He said giving me my keys and purse. "I will drive you."

"How will I get home?"

"Yoongi will have to bring you home." He smirked, making me swallow hard.

On the way to the studio I gave directions, but we kept quiet. The closer we got to his studio, honestly the more upset I got. It isn't like Yoongi to just cut me off. He is usually up front and communicative, so why is he shutting me out now?

I'm a good friend, aren't I?

I gave him a place to stay. I never asked him for anything.

And he started this.

Twice.

He started this from the moment he kissed me that night.

And then when I felt like it was nothing, he pinned me against that door and took from my lips. He needs to tell me what he is feeling. Why is he acting as if nothing is going on?

He's not stupid.

I know he is hiding away in his studio because something is brothering him. Even if it had nothing to do with me, why couldn't he trust me to tell me? Was it maybe because he regreted kissing me?

Did he wish he never had done it?

All these different thoughts swirled in my mind and there was nothing I could do to keep them from bubbling up inside of me. I got angrier and angrier until Taehyung stopped the car. I didn't even bother saying goodbye. However, as I straightened out the skirt of my favorite plum dress, I could hear Taehyung cheering me on from his window.

"YEAH! YOU GOT THIS NOONA! KICK HIS ASS!!"

I would have laughed had I not been so angry. I swung the front door open and took the elevator to the 7th floor of the building, walking right past the receptionist.

"Miss?"

She can fuck right off.

I don't care if he was in the middle of something.

I don't care if he was with a client.

I don't care if he was fighting the clock to meet his deadline.

This was way more important.

I was not going to let something like a kiss ruin our friendship.

No fucking way.

As I rounded the hallway, I saw his 'genius lab' sign on the door at the very end. I rolled my eyes, annoyed at how true that was, and when I went to open the door it was lock.

Of course, it was.

The neon blue sign above read 'go away' and I ignored it.

I opened the pinpad and punched in the 4 digit code, that only Yoongi and I had, and sure enough the door unlocked and I pulled it open. There I saw Yoongi sitting in his work chair, facing away from me, with bright red noise canceling headphones on. His phone was next to him, and by the looks of his computer screen he wasn't even working on anything.

What the fuck?

I closed the door behind me, locking it and marched over to him.

I felt a sudden surge of adrenalin, and without hesitation I ripped the headphones off his head.

"What in the hell?" He stood up and turned around, his expression in alarm. "Noona? What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"Did you really forget that I knew the code to get in here?"

He stared at me for a split second before his eyebrows came together in confusion. "No? What is going on? What's wrong?"

I scoffed taking a step back and letting his headphones fall to the ground. I didn't care if they broke.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Min Yoongi you arrogant asshole. I have been worried about you all week. I don't see you, you don't talk to me, and you are avoiding me." He opened his mouth to say something, but I raised my hand to stop him. "No. You had your chance to talk to me all week, now you are going to listen." I said, making him close his mouth and his eyes narrow to me. "We have been friends for way to long and gone through too much shit for you to start shutting me out like this. I mean, are you really that upset that I comment about dinner the other night as if it was a date? Is it really that easy for you to ignore me and sneak in and out of bed so you don't have to talk to me? It's me. I'm your best friend, if something is bothering you then you should tell me!"

At this point I was on a roll, and he was just standing there, listening to every word, letting me get all the built-up word vomit out.

"You are the one that kissed me. You are the one that started this. And I'm sorry for teasing you but I am not sorry for being your friend. If you regretted kissing me then just tell me. I know you are my best friend, and I understand if you do not feel for me in any way other than a friend. But don't shut me out. Don't close the door on me and expect me not to get upset. You are acting as if I don't exist and I don't accept that!" I shouted at this point, happy to see the soundproof switch was on.

"The kiss doesn't have to mean anything Yoongi. I don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose my best friend and if you can't get through your head that a kiss won't change that then I don't know who you are. I don't know how to reach you because the Min Yoongi I love, the Min Yoongi who is my best friend would not shut me out like this unless he was upset with me. What did I do? What could I have done to upset you this much that you can't talk to me? Talk to me!"

Finally, able to verbalize what I had been feeling for the past week, I was panting, and put my hands on my hips. He was staring at me, an eyebrow raised, almost as if he was amused.

"Finished?" He asked, once a solid minute of silence pierced between us.

"Yes." I replied.

Once the word left my lips he took just a few long strides to me and reached his hands out. I didn't have much time to react, because his movement was quick. I didn't expect him to hurt me, but what he did I didn't expect at all.

He took my face in his hands, and he pulled me towards him planting a kiss on my lips. Firm, and demanding. He pushed his tongue through my lips, teasing mine before I could really register what was going on.

But once I got my head back, I made my arms work, snaking them in front of his arms and through his neck pulling me closer to him. I almost melted against him, completely elated that his lips were against mine, kissing me even more passionately than before.

He pushed me backwards until I was against the wall and he pressed his body against mine letting go of my face. Each palm pressed against the wall next to my head, and his mouth moved magically against mine.

Our lips fit perfectly with one another, almost as if they were made that way. He nibbled on my bottom lip again pulling it out, only to let it snap back into place before going in for an even deeper kiss.

Again, I couldn't help myself. I whimpered. His hands had moved from their place on the wall, to on my waist, sliding fluidly to the small of my back and pulled me against him.

It felt so right to have him like this. To have him kiss me. The same electricity was there only more of it, and the heat between us was so strong, so irresistible. Once again, I felt alive. I felt desired. But most of all I felt happy. So I let go. I kissed him back with everything I had, with every fiber of my being. I pulled on his shirt to get him as close to me as I could, because why not?

What do I have to lose?