"Hoseok-ah!" A moment of silence was drawn out afterward. Then, Seokjin sighed. "Hoseok-ah! Go get the door, she's here!"

Seokjin had gone to the store to buy ingredients to make pasta for Kwan. They had set up inside of Yoongi's kitchen, his parents out for bowling night. Somehow Seokjin always manages to convince Yoongi's parents to leave the house, giving him and Yoongi alone time every single time he does so. Yoongi began to think that his parents like Seokjin more than they even like him.

School had been over for quite some time now, giving them enough time to set up for Kwan to come over. They made Namjoon set the table and Hoseok was tidying up as the two others started to cook. Yoongi had gotten Kwan's number and sent her his address. It was quite odd, everything they were doing. Yoongi was surprised that Kwan even trusted coming over to Yoongi's house, alone with four men at such a late hour.

"I'm getting it!" Hoseok yelled back. Seokjin scoffed at the voice, still angry at him. Yoongi hummed at the thought.

"Why do you hate Jimin so much?" he asked. "Is it a leader thing or something?"

The vampire shook his head. "I'm not the leader of this coven," he muttered as he stirred noodles in a big stainless steel pot that Yoongi had bought his mother one year for her birthday. "Namjoon is. It's just... You know how I am," he sighed as he turned to Yoongi. "Namjoon goes way too easy on us. Sometimes I have to step in, and most of the time when Jimin is involved, I just can't help myself and Namjoon knows that."

  "But why?"

  "Jimin," Seokjin turned back to the pot and continued stirring the noodles. "Jimin is a big pain in my ass. He has been for a while."

  "Why?" Yoongi repeated.

  "We're exes, you know." Seokjin smiled as Yoongi's eyes widened. "Personal reasons," he said. "But, Jimin and I broke up on good terms. We both agreed that breaking up would be okay, but then Jimin started to act rudely towards me, and I returned the favor."

  Yoongi nodded as he listened, examining the look on Jin's face as he spoke about it. "Do you regret leaving him?" he asked. Seokjin merely glanced at him, but then suddenly Hoseok was coming through the corridor with Kwan.

  "Hi!" Kwan greeted them softly.

  Seokjin beamed back at her. "Kwan!" He set the spoon he was using to the side. "The noodles are done. We're just waiting on Yoongi's sauce. Let's get set up in the dining room, yeah?" He nodded to Hoseok to take Kwan to sit down, and Hoseok obeyed, taking her with him. Yoongi watched as Seokjin started to drain the noodles on his own.

"Hyung..."

"Sauce ready?" Seokjin asked.

Yoongi shook his head slowly. "No," he mumbled to himself. "No, not yet, hyung."

-

Dinner with Kwan was fun. They all laughed and ate pasta, which tasted excellent to Yoongi. He hoped the girl liked it and judging by her face, it seemed to be positively good.

"Kwan is so nice," Namjoon told Yoongi as if said person wasn't sitting at the table as well. "How did you two even meet?"

Kwan smiled that pretty smile of hers, her lipgloss twinkling under the bright light and dimples coming to view. "I just sat by Yoongi in class today." She put her hand on Yoongi's arm and caressed him gently. "He's a nice guy, too. I'm glad I found you." Her piercing eyes found Yoongi's, sending him a warm smile and a little squeeze to his arm.

  "I'm glad I found you, too." Yoongi smiled back at her, trying to be as gracious.

  Her eyes brightened and she put her napkin back down after she wiped her mouth off. "You're so, so nice." She leaned over in her chair and left an unexpected kiss on Yoongi's cheek— something which made Yoongi's friends look at him in awe as Kwan stood up with her plate. "Thank you for dinner. I'd love to do this another time, you know."

  Yoongi merely stared up at her.

  "Me too," he muttered.

-

  "She likes you." Seokjin bumped shoulders with Yoongi as they walked down the school hallway, almost completely forgetting that Yoongi had a broken foot. He hit Seokjin's ankle with his right crutch because he was nearly knocked over by him.

"Who?" Yoongi asked.

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "Kwan, of course." He stopped walking as Yoongi stepped up to his locker, opening it. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows as he began to put books away.

"No, she doesn't," he chuckled.

"She's more bold than Taehyung was," Seokjin told him. Yoongi frowned at the name.

"I don't want to talk about him."

For once, Seokjin also frowned, concerned for Yoongi. "What happened with him, anyway?" he asked. "You never told me. I was finally fine with you being friends and then all of a sudden you changed your mind."

Yoongi scoffed as he closed his locker a little too harshly. "I wasn't the one who changed my mind." He straightened up his crutches and began to walk to class, his best friend following him. "He broke my foot, crushed my friendship with you guys, and then he left me."

Seokjin shook his head slowly in disappointment. "He didn't hurt our friendship, Yoongi," he said to reassure him. "But what do you mean he left you?"

"He doesn't want to be friends."

Yoongi looked down the school hallway, noticing Taehyung walking into the classroom that they both have together right now.

"I'll kill him if you want—"

"Hyung," Yoongi warned. Seokjin put his hands up in defense.

"I'm just saying." He muttered lowly. "Taehyung doesn't want to be your friend after you went through all of that? Asshole."

Yoongi sighed at that. Taehyung isn't an asshole, though. He's genuinely a good person and someone who Yoongi enjoyed hanging out with maybe a little bit too much. Their long talks every few evenings of the week were honestly kind of special to him. Learning about vampires through him was fun. Running around the meadow was fun to him, and so was going out and eating with him.

But Taehyung threw that away.

Does Yoongi miss it? Yes. Will Yoongi beg him to come back and be his friend again? No.

It's just not fair how Taehyung can do him so poorly. Taehyung was the one who asked Yoongi if they could be friends, and Yoongi even accepted it despite his friends warning him. Taehyung did him unfairly.

"Let's just go to class, please."

-

Yoongi walked Kwan to his house after school to do schoolwork together. He found out that she's pretty smart, having good grades and knowing and explaining things to Yoongi that even he didn't know. So they were going to his house alone today to work on their schoolwork. It was her idea to do so.

  "Your house sure is pretty," she said as they stepped closer and closer to the house. "Your mother has decorated it nicely inside, too. I just didn't want to mention it so randomly yesterday." They walked towards the steps to the front porch, where he and Taehyung usually met in the evenings or sometimes even in the mornings.

  "Yeah," he said. "It's nice."

  He unlocked the door to the house and invited her inside. They went straight to the dining room table so that they could set up and work. It was nice, their little setup.

  Yoongi had his bag to his side, notebook and textbooks laid out in front of him, pencil in his hand, and Kwan to his left side. Kwan had out a purple binder and black notebook, her little purse to the side, and her dark brown backpack on the table, different colored pens and pencils oozing out of the zipper.

  "Okay, how about we work on the class we share, first?" She smiled up at Yoongi, who merely nodded in return. He was in no room to care about what they worked on.

  After about thirty minutes of working on their schoolwork, Kwan started to stretch her arms in front of her. Yoongi figured she was tired, but she leaned back over the table and looked up at Yoongi, amusement in her eyes.

  "You sure do learn fast," she leaned on her elbow, smiling up at him. Yoongi blinked down at the paper and nodded.

  "I guess I do."

  Kwan bit her lower lip slightly, drawing Yoongi's attention. He could certainly feel the shift in the air as Kwan bent in just a little closer. He didn't look away from her face this time. He examined whatever was happening, his mind hazy as she tilted her head.

  Is she leaning in or is he going crazy? Yoongi didn't even think of the possibility of Kwan wanting to kiss him. He didn't even know that Kwan liked him enough to want to, if that's the case. Is that the case? Is she leaning in right now or is it an illusion? They barely even know each other, why is this happening?

  She leaned in even closer, putting her hand on Yoongi's shoulder, and with that, Yoongi immediately understood that it was true. It's actually happening. He doesn't exactly have a preference with gender or anything, but he just didn't figure that Kwan wanted this. He hasn't even looked at Kwan like that. But now, as she's leaning in, he realizes that she is probably expecting a kiss in return.

  His mind suddenly went to Taehyung. That day in the meadow, when Taehyung's eyes were glued to Yoongi's lips. 

  He looked down at Kwan's lips. They weren't like Taehyung's. They were smaller, lipgloss covering them, stained a pretty red color. She closed her eyes and was merely an inch away from Yoongi's face, his own eyes wide open as her lips almost touched his.

  And then a knock saved him.

  Kwan's eyes opened wide as well, pouting and removing her hand from Yoongi. Yoongi let out a breath of relief as she leaned back and stared down at her pile of schoolwork.

  "You should go get that," she let out. "I- I need to go home now. Mom's having company over for dinner and I... Yeah."

  Yoongi nodded, his lips in a thin line. "Yeah, yeah. I'll just go get the door and then I'll help you. I can drive you home."

  "Ah, there's no need." Kwan cleared her throat as she stood up from the table and began to gather her things together. "You have a broken foot. I don't live too far away from here at all. I'm okay. I'll just walk home."

  Yoongi nodded once again. "Right. Be right back, then." He picked up his crutches from against the table and made his way to the front door, unlocking it. His dad works the night shift and his mom was out at her friend's house, which she usually stays at for hours until nearly too late at night, so he figured that it wasn't either of his parents.

  When he opened the door, he felt a wash of anger come over him when he saw no other than Kim Taehyung standing there. He was wearing the clothes he wore to school today, brown pants and a white t-shirt, except now he had on a white snapback on backward.

  "Why are you here?"

  Taehyung looked by Yoongi, and Yoongi glanced back as well to see Kwan standing there awkwardly. Yoongi stepped more in front of the door to block her, making Taehyung look back at him with a curious look.

  "I just..." Taehyung clenched his fists as he looked at Yoongi, his expression giving away that he nearly looked like he was going to break. He frowned as he stepped forward. "Yoongi," he whispered as he placed his hand so suddenly on Yoongi's cheek, his hand cold, but it made Yoongi's entire body heat up as he pulled Yoongi's face towards his.

  The vampire pressed their foreheads together, lifting Yoongi's face to meet his, just their skin touching. Even their noses were brushing against each other, Yoongi's breath hitching as Taehyung grinned at the touch, letting out a satisfied noise as he nosed at Yoongi more. Their lips were almost as close as his and Kwan's were just a few minutes ago.

   "K-Kwan," Yoongi said, reaching up to push Taehyung away, but the vampire wrapped his arms around Yoongi and pulled him into a hug, moving his face to nuzzle Yoongi's neck.

  "I miss you already," Taehyung whispered into his skin, hugging gently.

  Yoongi frowned at those words, but his body was relaxing to the touch. He couldn't help but love the feeling of Taehyung's hug.

  "I'm just going to go," Kwan said from behind them. Yoongi succeeded in pushing Taehyung off of him this time, earning a pout. Yoongi had to admit to himself that he already missed the touch of Taehyung's skin against his. He couldn't stop blushing, blinking away the look that his ex-friend was giving him.

  "You should go," Yoongi told Kwan. "I'll see you tomorrow. Sorry about him." He smiled weakly at Kwan but looked down in shame as she gave him a sad, knowing look.

  Does she like Yoongi?

  Yoongi frowned as she walked past him. "I'll see you tomorrow," she repeated, pulling Yoongi forward and placing a soft peck on his cheek, just like the last time she had come to his house. Taehyung glared at her as she walked by him, but Yoongi was too busy about to close the door to care. 

  "Wait!" Taehyung put his foot in front of the door, keeping it open. "Please let me come inside," he said. Yoongi grimaced at him, not liking that he was even here to begin with.

  "You were the one who said you don't want to be friends," Yoongi said, creased eyebrows as he glared up at Taehyung. "You ran Kwan away and you made my day shitty. I don't want you here, Taehyung. Now go away."

  He shut the door on Taehyung.

  He didn't care how wide, how sorry Taehyung's eyes were. He didn't care that Taehyung had a set pout on his lips and a whine in his voice as he spoke because Taehyung was the one who broke their friendship and Taehyung will be the one to pay for what he did, whether Yoongi or Taehyung likes it or not.

  They will just have to deal with it.

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