Hump days were usually chill around the dorm.

Jade had no classes and would either be in her room most of the day or out with her sorors.

Alana met with her cheer squad that morning and had three classes right after, ending her day around 2 pm.

Alesha had a free morning and three classes in the afternoon. Luckily for her though, her last class was canceled and she had the rest of the day to lounge.

Every corner of her room was filled with the strumming guitars and basslines of her study playlist. She bobbed her head to the music filling her bedroom as the glowing Bluetooth speaker vibrated against her dresser. It was a wonder that she heard the signature knock of her roommate ratting against her door.

"Ennnnnteeeerrrr" Alesha sings without looking away from her textbook and in walks Alana, doing her version of pop-locking as she entered. This has Alesha glancing up and cracking up at the goofiness.

"Girl what are you doing?" she giggles and Alana continues dancing as she made her way over to the bed. An amused smile and furrowed brow remained on Alesha's face as the impromptu choreo continued before her.

"I woke from a nap and my booty cheeks were twitching so I knew that meant you were home," she says over the music. Alesha's too stunned to respond and only watches her friend flounce comedically with fondness.

This was the Alana she preferred to see. Not 'sad over some ugly boy' Alana. It was a breath of fresh air after seeing her depressed over the past week and Alesha wonders what got into her friend to have her bouncing back so quickly.

"Your booty did what now?" Alesha asks but Alana is too busy twerking to respond.

"Oooh this my part, hold on.." she says between breaths and maintains a serious face until she attempts a split, which under any other circumstance she would have been able to do. But for some reason, the crotch of her leggings wasn't having it and Alana falls over into a fit of laughter that's so contagious, Alesha's cheeks ached from smiling. She picks up her phone to lessen the volume of the speaker so they could speak normally.

"Getcho ass up off of that floor before them bitches downstairs complain.." Alesha fussed with a  chuckle and Alana, rolls up from where she fell and looks Alesha incredulously.

"If anyone gets us a complaint, it'll be YOU. Loud ass music..." she huffs as she pushed herself from the floor. Alesha wrinkles her nose to feign innocence.

"It's that loud?" she asks sarcastically and Alana snorts as she crawled over to the bed and climbed into it with her suitmeate.

"I was hearing this song in my sleep and I live across the dorm from you. I'm not complaining though. You have good taste....cant say the same for the folks next door. Or above. Or below..." she remarks as she plopped down and Alesha shrugs.

"Please...they be texting me to put in requests."

"Yea ok.." Alana smirks at her response, not doubting it one bit.

Alesha scoots over an inch to make room for her and she immediately gets comfortable as she falls back against the mattress, letting out a heavy sigh. The patterns in Alesha's ceiling tiles meld together as Alana zoned out on them, not even noticing the pair of eyes looking her over from beside her. Alesha frowned at her mildly, halfway expecting Alana to say something. Usually when she visited, it was to spill some tea or to suggest an adventure for the two to go on.

But no. Alana was just quiet, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully as if she had more than one thing on her mind.

After a moment, Alesha picks up her phone and switches the song to something more mellow. When she dials down the volume, Alana glances over to find Alesha sitting up and turning her body to face her.

"What?" Alana frowns.

"You tell me." Alesha lifts a brow and Alana's frown deepens.

"What you mean?"

"Stop bullshittn girl. I know you didn't just come in here to hump my carpet and stare at the ceiling."

Alana smiles but it slowly fades as she resumed her gaze on the ceiling, falling into its random pattern as she spoke her mind.

"So...I saw Dez." she says, inwardly bracing herself for Alesha's lecture. There usually was one. But when Alana turned her head, her roommate was just looking down her blankly.

"Duh." she says and Alana lifts her head.

"What you mean 'Duh' ? You knew?" she asks and Alesha rolls her eyes.

"Girl you always go see him after he fucks up. Its just a matter of how long you can hold out..Plus, its not hard to guess where you've been since you always come back smelling like his house. Especially your hair.." she says, turning away from Alana to gather her text book and notes from her bed. As she stood to move them to her desk, Alana sits up with a frown as she turned her head to sniff inconspicuously at one of the braids dangling in her face. She snorts at the subtle scent of cologne and smoke, rolling her eyes resentfully at her suitemates accuracy.

Alesha sets the thick study material down with a thud, tucking her notes into the dog-eared page.

"So....what excuse did he give you this time? Did he try to say it wasnt him again? Shaggy head ass.." she says over her shoulder with a smirk and Alana lets out a short sarcastic laugh as she changed her position on the bed, rolling onto her side and propping up on het elbow.

"Naw...he actually took the 'you be fucking with other dudes anyway so I thought shit was cool' angle." she says as she traced the pattern on Alesha's bed with her finger.

Alesha's head whips around at her casual response, knowing she wasnt lying but still in disbelief of it.

"He said that?"

Alana waves a hand, which was their girl speak for "hell yea.." and Alesha scoffs.

"And what you say?"

Alana shrugs, half of her focus still on tracing the comforter.

"Alot. Not enough. Too much. The usual, like talking to a fucking brick wall." she says, recalling the indifference on her ex's face as she spoke to him with tears in her eyes.

He really was a different person now and it seemed like the only person who needed to come to terms with them growing apart was her.

Shit still hurt though...

"Ugh... Lana. Im sorry, but you really need to stop wasting your time on him. He's a bum. Offers nothing to your life but headaches. You know you deserve better than that so I shouldn't have to say it." Alesha begins. She trails off when Alana pushes herself up from the mattress to scoot towards the edge.

"You dont have to start in on me. Im awake now and I am so cool on him...like we fucked and the whole time, I kept thinking about that bitch's head in his fucking lap.I had to mentally force myself to stay wet and his bitch ass got his nut and just hopped up like I was just another female he was fucking. Not like I was someone he claimed he loved. Ive never felt so used by him in my life. And thats saying something." Alana looks down at her hands as she breifly relived the night.

Thinking of how cold and detached he was towards her and her body made her skin crawl and suddenly feels dirty. She's flooded with regret and shame for allowing things to go on this long between them, knowing last night wasnt any different from many others before that.

Same ole rough ass make-up sex.

Same ole thoughtless and inconsiderate Dez.

Same ole emotionally impressionable Alana.

Something had to give.

"Yeah well.......I hate that you had to go through so much to see him for who he really is. I know that was your first love and all but take it from me. Men are liable to switch up on you at the drop of a dime like a wild animal. After a certain age they just go savage." Alesha pulls her from her thoughts and Alana's grateful. She felt an ugly cry coming along.

"Naw not all men...Dez is a special case." she says dismissivly and Alesha snorts.

"Girl! Aint nothing special about that mongrel-headed ass manchild. Theres hundreds of Dez's running around here with their dicks in their hands and their chests puffed out ready to ruin a bitch's life. He is a textbook narcissist. I dont even know the man but that much I can tell. Your pussy shouldnt even get wet for that.." Alesha huffs and all of the facts just thrown at Alana only makes her smile.

"Shit, I barely did. Another reason I knew I was done.. Which is why Ive decided to never lay eyes on him again. Ive already blocked him on everything and scrubbed my photo albums of any traces of him. All thats left is this.."

Alana lifts her hand to look at the faded and poorly done tattoo that she used to hold near and dear to her heart.

It had to go.

Alesha crosses the small space between her desk and bed to join Alana at the edge. She lean into her to take her wrist in her grasp , turning it over slightly to examine the tattoo.

"You know I've been meaning to ask you about that. I used to think you drew that on your hand in class or something out of bordeome until I noticed it never went away."

Alana laughs at Alesha's honesty, not even taking offense to it. It was a poorly done tattoo and Alana was grateful it had faded so much that it didn't draw alot of attention over the years.

"A long story not even worth telling. Just the first of many dumb ass decisions I made behind a dumb ass boy when I was 16." She says, allowing Alesha to lift her hand closer to her face to reaaaaally look at it.

"Hmm...sounds ghetto." She mutters as she places Alana's hand back in her lap.

In almost an act of self consciousness, Alana covers the tattoo with her other hand. She didnt even want to look at it anymore. First free day she had, she was going to get it covered. Simple as that.

"Pretty much. So anyway...fuck it. Fuck him. Fuck that situation. Life goes on..." Alana shrugs. Alesha nods in agreement as she rose from her bed to approach her desk again. This time she pulls out her chair to sit .

"Im glad to hear that. Speaking of life...I think Im gonna finish this chapter and figure out what Im gonna eat....wanna ride with me later?"

Alana stands from the bed as well with a nod. She was still sore from cheer and she lifts her hands above her head to stretch her back as she tip toed towards the door.

"Yeah...I should probably crack open a book my damn self. Which reminds me....." Alana pauses to pull her phone from where she had it tucked in her bra.

She types out a quick text before locking it and heads for the open doorway.

"Let me know when youre ready. I'll be in my room." Alana says as she reached for the doorknob.

"Bet." was the last thing she heard before pulling it shut and heading across the dorm, feeling lighter and more positive than she did before.

She loved their talks for a reason.

Later on that evening.....

"What you doing over there? Looking at dude nudes?"

Yoongi lifts his head at the random question and directs his attention across the room where Taehyung was lounging against his couch.

The lazed male tossed a  kid-sized basketball up towards the ceiling over and over as he laid on his back.

Basketball practice was over and Taehyung was thankful. His focus had been thrown completely since his conversation with the girl he figured he'd never hear from again.

The bomb she dropped on him had him sick to his stomach and all he could think about was how Jade would react when she found out.

Or if she found out...

Yoongi, who was sore,exhausted and distracted himself, grunts humorlessly as he resumed his attention to the text conversation he was currently engaged in.

Alana :
gimme back my stats book
you dweeb.

Yoongi:
i have something you want
and youre calling me names...
hmmm

Alana:
AND MY NOTES!
I need those for the
homework tonight!

Yoongi:
Im aware..
Why do you think I took them?

Alana:
to cheat?
To hold them hostage?
To be a pain in my asshole?

Yoongi:
no no no...

Yoongi:
well yes. But also no.

Alana:
ugh!!!

Yoongi wrinkles his nose cutely at the thought of Alanas pout, knowing full well that he didnt give her books back to her before leaving the table the other day on purpose.

"Naw...ya moms hitting me up again. I told her homewrecking ain't my thing but she just can't get enough of the kid.." Yoongi mutters to Taehyungs snide question without missing a beat, keeping his eye on his phone. He can sense Taehyung lifting his head to turn to him and can only imagine the facial expression he wore in response to his response.

"What you say?" Taehyung snaps and Yoongi smirks.

"Didn't stutter," he mumbles, his thumb tapping away.  Taehyung narrows his eyes at him as he paid him no mind and a small petty part of him is offended. The ball in his hands is suddenly launched across the room and Yoongi has no time to dodge it since his eyes were low. A tiny squeak sounds off as it smacks him in the middle of the face and it rolls down his chest to become wedged in his lap.

"Ow! What the f..." Yoongi starts amid Taehyungs snickering.

"Yea alright. You won't be laughing when my dad whoop yo ass for talking shit." Taehyung tuts his chin as he turned away to lay back down, but flinches on the plush impact of the same ball bouncing off of the back of his head. He leans back up again and turns towards Yoongi again with his hand rubbing the spot where he was just hit. 

"Please. Yo daddy a mark just like you. I'll beat both yall asses." Yoongi says, making Taehyung laugh out loud at his sure tone.

He squirms lower into his seat, kicking his feet up to rest on the table, not sparing his childish teammate another glance.

"Yeah ok." he scoffs as he leans forward to sit upright on the couch. A comfortable silence settles into the room again as Yoongi occupied himself with phone at his study table while Taehyung remained on his couch.

The humor of the moment fades gradually from Taehyung's face as he shifts his position on the cushions, scooting to the edge so he could rest his elbows on his knees.

The words from earlier swirled hauntingly in his brain, making his stomach churn more at the mere thought of that girl.

How could he be so stupid?

How could he be that careless?

"Fuck man.." Taehyung huffs suddenly, breaking the silence.

Yoongi looks up to spot him tussling his wavy mane manically then burying his face in his hands. He lets out a dramatic sound of distress, making Yoongi frown.

"Um..You good?" he asks hesitantly, allowing Taehyung a moment to collect himself. With another loud sigh, he stands and makes his way over to the table where Yoongi was seated.

He pulls out the other chair and plops down in it, scooting it under the table and resting his arms on its surface. Yoongi's hardened expression doesn't budge as he watched Tae stare at his hands for a moment. Then he clears his throat to break his friend's tiny trance, making Taehyung look up. 

Yoongi lifts his brows expectantly and Taehyung exhales heavily before fidgeting in his seat.

"Ok...We're cool, right? Like I can tell you shit and you won't go telling random mufuckas right?"

Yoongi blinks at him slowly before letting out a sigh.

"Look...if you're about to tell me you're gay...Everyone already knows that..." he begins and Taehyung screws his face at him.

"What? Naw! Man..listen." Taehyung waves his hand to stop Yoongi before he got ahead of him and glances around the olders dorm as if there would be anyone else there liable of eavesdropping. Yoongi smirks at the dramatics but can't help the interest in what he had to say from forming.

"Ok....So...Remember when I brought up that party that's supposed to happen at Cages this weekend? And how I wanted you to roll with me?" he begins.

"Yea." Yoongi nods. Taehyung nods as well, seeming to be motivated by Yoongi's attention.  He sighs again, scooting closer into the table before continuing.

"Well..there's this girl....that kinda works there. That I kinda...know." he trails off, Yoongi hanging on his words and lowering his head in waiting.

"Ok......" he mutters.

"Like..knooow know. We know each other if you know what I mean." Taehyung presses on, still not really cutting to the chase and Yoongi was bored already.

"The fuck are you speaking in code for, dipshit? Just say it." he says monotonously and Taehyung winces at the reality of it all.

He didn't know why it was so hard for him to just tell him what was on his mind. He trusts Yoongi. They'd been friends for a while and he never gave him any reason not to.

So after swallowing his pride , Taehyubg tells Yoongi about the girl he met over winter break.

A girl he kicked it with after initially meeting her at another club in the city that previous semester.

A girl with light green eyes, curly brown hair with an ass so big, you could see it from the front. Pretty teeth, smooth skin and could dance her ass off. Man she could dance. That was what attracted him to her in the first place. The way her hips and waist wound sexily to catch any and every beat the DJ threw at her. Liquor and lust had Taehyung in a haze that night, and it didnt take much for him to approach her. Claiming her on the dance floor and as his for the night.

Claiming her over and over until she called his name from the backseat of his car.

That girl.

"wait, so yall were fucking around the time you and Jade got together?" Yoongi questions and Taehyung visibly winces at the reality of his words.

"Man look...before Jade...well you know how I got down. I was...active. But with her, shit was different and she made me want better for myself. So when things got serious between us, I cut Kayla off. Yeah she was hurt but she said she understood..."

Yoongi nods, maintaining his expression of bored expectance.

"Ok? So...." He says and Taehyung's expression crumbles, making Yoongi's eyes go wide.

"Oh shit..." he exhales, making Taehyung duck his head.

"Yeah man..." he sulks, his morbid tone making Yoongi's eyes go even wider.

"Oh shit. You got that girl pregnant? You dumbass!!" He exclaims and Taehyung nearly leaps across the table at him as if he knew someone may have heard him.

"Shhh! No! Man...fuck. Why you gotta be so loud..." Taehyung scowls, shaking his head. He stands from the table immediately and begins to pace. Yoongi watched him unravel slowly, running his hands through his hair and huffing dramatically.

Now he was even more confused.

Of course Yoongi would assume that. Why else would his teammate be so perturbed? For someone is Taehyung's position; star player, handsome, popular...

Slip ups like this were like a kiss of death to their future. But since Taehyung seemed adamant that that wasnt the case, Yoongi relaxed a bit back into his seat.

"So....shes not pregnant?" He asks and Taehyung shakes his head.

"No...Thank God..." he murmurs. Yoongi snorts at that. Of all the reasons for Taehyung to be thanking God....

Relaxing back into his seat even more, Yoongi shrugs as Taehyung continued to pace.

"Well....you gotta give me some context. If Kayla's not pregnant, then whats the problem? Yall got a sextape or something? Leaked nudes? Pictures of you butt ass naked on her grandma's couch with your asscheeks out?..."

Yoongi seems to name every scenario except for the one he was facing and after seeming to pace a track in the floor, Taehyung quickly reseats himself and scoots back up just as Yoongi goes quiet.

He exhales heavily before lifting his head.

"I'll spare you the details but....Long story short...Im an idiot and I need to go to a clinic to get tested. Like ASAP."

Yoongi does his best to school his features since Taehyung was looking right at him, but his eyes always betrayed him. The shined with restraint used to keep from reacting.

"Damn....is it..something, ya know...life threatening or something curable." He asks and Taehyungs expression goes grim.

"Its not something that would kill me but my life would definitely be over....She said she tested positive for HSV man...its been a while since I've actually had sex with her, which was always protected, but there was this one time...the night I cut things off...some oral things happened. She was half way into it and I started thinking about Jade so I stopped her.  She was annoyed but she respected me and I thought shit would be fine. That was the last time I had any contact with her.."

"Which was when?" Yoongi asks tentatively and Taehyungs head dips lower in shame.

"I dont know man...couple weeks ago.."

"A COUPLE WEEKS???" Yoongi lifts his hand to flick Taehyung in the forehead, making the younger of the two yelp suddenly.

"Ouch!! Why'd you do that? And dont look at me like that. Like Im disgusting..." Taehyung wilts, making Yoongi chuckle, shaking out his sore knuckles.

"Well for one...Im not looking at you like anything, but you are disgusting. Not because you may have HSV but just because youre gross in general.  And stupid. But.....you might be alright dude. It usually takes a little more than a week for symptoms to start popping up...Which you havent had Im assuming..."

Taehyung hesitates as he rubbed the spot on his forhead, thinking seriously before responding.

"No."

"And you and Jade use condoms?" Yoongi adds and Taehyung nods.

"Everytime. She's not going for any of that. And Im not stupid.." he responds bitterly, sitting back in his chair. Yoongi grunts as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Youre definitely stupid. But its good that yall are being responsible. Might be the only thing saving your ass right now...That shit is common though...and its not something that should be stigmatized. Plenty of people have it and still have a normal and healthy sex life....But you gotta go get tested before you jump to conclusions. That's what the clinic on campus is for.."

At that, Taehyung is at full attention again, eyes wide and serious.

"I cannot get tested on campus and risk having everyone in my business..Nope. All its gonna take is someone that knows someone who knows Jade seeing me there and its all over campus before I even drop my drawls." he shakes his head emphatically and Yoongi coughs out the laugh he'd been trying to hold in through out the entire conversation.

"You take yourself way too seriously and its kinda concerning that you think people pay that much attention to you." he huffs. Taehyung frowns at Yoongi's continued laughter, pouting his lips bitterly.

"You'd be surprised.." Taehyung mutters. Yoongi clears his throat amid his laughter, dabbing away the tear forming at the corner of his eye.

"Whew shit...youre something else.... Literally, no one gives a fuck, Tae. Everyone gets tested. I get tested there all the time."

Taehyung seems genuinely surprised at Yoongi's candor, never really considering his friends sexual health before now.

"All the time? What you out here doing?" He looks him up and down, furrowing his brow. Yoongi rolls his eyes as she stands from the table and Taehyung watches him limp towards his kitchen area, rubbing his shoulder and rolling his neck. The jingle of his half empty fridge opens and the glow of its light covers his front as helooked over.

"You really wanna ask me that? With your reputation..." Yoongi lifts a brow before leaning in to reach for a chilled sports drink. Without lifting his head, he tosses Taehyung a blue one before grabbing a red one for himself. His teammate barely catches it and from the force of its throw and aim, Taehyung can tell it was intentional. Especailly when Yoongi shoots him a look , lifting his brow, before opening his drink and taking a sip.

"Touche" Teahyung smirks. Yoongi winks at him with a mouthful of Gatorade and fastens the lid before making his way back to the table. He sets it down, sighing before reclaiming his seat.

"Look....Everyone gets tested bro...At least they should. Plus theres a million other reasons you could be seeing the campus doctor. Nobody would care or even assume you were there to get a dick swab... You could just fake and say you have a cough or something." Yoongi shrugs.

The thought alone of having his balls fondled by a middle aged campus physician has his stomach turning and Taehyung pushed the drink away before burrying his face in his hands.

"What the fuck did I get myself into.....Jade is gonna roast me alive. We havent even been official for long and Im already fucking shit up for myself..." he sighs, digging his nails in his scalp and shaking his head. Yoongi watches him with sympathy and he takes another sip from his drink. Taehyung lifts his head at the sound of Yoongi swallowing his drink and exhaling loudly with a tiny burp.

"Yep. You fucked up...." he says, patting his chest and Taehyung's expression falls .

"Gee....Thanks for the encouragement. Seriously." he deadpans, making Yoongi smirk cheekily.

"What are friends for?" he grins.

"But foreal though... don't freak out until you have a reason to. For your sake, let this just be a lesson for you to use your head more. The obnoxiously big one. And yeah...you might lose Jade over this. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes..just be a man about it and charge it to the game. I think it'll be alright though...Worst case scenario, you'll be alone in the end but you'll be smarter."

The words hits Taehyung like a ton of bricks and as much as he hated it, Yoongi was right.

He probably would lose Jade, even if his tests came up clean. They type of woman she was, he knew honesty and loyalty meant more to her than anything. And while his encounter with Kayla was brief and just before the two decided to be exclusive. She wouldn't forgive him so easily for putting her at such a risk. She didn't deserve that.

He didn't deserve her.

"Youre right. Either way, I have to figure out a way to tell her. Fuuuuuuck....this is gonna suck so bad..." Taehyung cries out to the ceiling and Yoongi nods in agreement, spinning the half full Gatorade on the table.

"Eh.....You'll be alright..." he shrugs.

" Just get tested and get it over with as soon as you can. Rip off the bandaid..But in the meantime, dont put your mouth or your bare ass on anything up in this bitch until then. As a matter of fact..get up.." Yoongi suddenly stands and snatches the offered Gatorade from the table, replacing it with a tiny bit of dark humor that makes Taehyung smile in spite of it all.

After assuring Taehyung that he would keep his secret and even offered to accompy him to the clinic for moral support, Yoongi kicked his aggy ass out of his dorm so that he could enjoy the remainder of his night unbothered. Not that he didn't feel for his friend .

He just needed some time and space to unwind and tend to his tired bones. So as he abandoned his phone on the charger, Yoongi set off for one of the long and hot as hell showers.

Meanwhile.....

"Hey Mo, can you stop over here real quick? I need to get my damn book from Yoongi, uglass isn't answering his phone..." Alana hangs up her 3rd attempt to contact him.

"You really need your book now? Its kinda late..." Alesha frowns, glancing over from the drivers side. The tow were on their way home from getting dinner at a local bar nearby, enjoying a few much needed laughs and drinks.

"Normally I would wait and just catch him in class tomorrow but we have homework due..and his stinky ass has been holding my stuff hostage since Tuesday.." Alana responds distractly as her thumbs moved like lightning over the screen.

Alana:

Look here you turd,
You better be on the shitter
or something for
you to be ignoring me.
Wipe your ass and
get up because
IM COMING OVA!

She hits send as if it needed extra force and Alesha chuckles softly with her eyes focused on entering their student parking lot. Alana is preparing to exit her car, gathering her phone and bag when her roommates giggling distracts her.

"What?" she frowns and Alesha shakes her head.

"Ooooh, nothing. It's this side, right? " She nods in the direction and Alana confirms it before she makes the turn.

"You sure he's even home?" Alesha asks and Alana scoffs dramatically.

"He better be! Yoongi is predictable..today he had basketball practice and he never goes anywhere after that. He's there. He's just probably playing his game or something.."

Alesha laughs at the seriousness in Alana's tone but says nothing else. She was tired and didn't really have the energy to poke fun at Alana over this unnamed thing she and Yoongi had. It would be more entertaining to watch it play out as if she was oblivious of it anyway. After a minute or so, Alesha is making a turn into the student parking lot nearest to the private dorms to stop at the curb near the gate.

After thanking her, Alana hops out of the car and scurried towards the scanner with her student ID.

It was starting to get chilly at night and Alana hugged her denim jacket around herself as she walked up the paved path. Lucky for her, his dorm is on the first block and only 4 doors from the gate. She steps up to his brightly lit stoop and knocks her signature knock. Then she waits.

About 30 seconds pass before she knocks again, sighing and glancing down at the time on her phone.

Perhaps Alesha was right and in hindsight, she could have at least texted him ahead of time so that he knew she was coming, That way she would have known he wouldn't be busy or indisposed or out or......

The sound of hurried footsteps has Alana lifting her head from her phone just as she's about to call him again and she sighs in relief as the lock shifts and the doorknob turns. She smirks and looks up, ready to give Yoongi a playful mouthful for taking so long to answer.

But her words are cut short and caught in her throat at the sight of Yoongi standing in his doorway...

With a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, softly sculpted abs and heaving chest on full display, dripping wet from his fully saturated black wavy hair that fell sexily around his rounded face to his feet.

Alana's caught completely off guard and has to swallow back the two words that escaped the pile-up of verbiage at the back of her tongue.

"Oh..shit.."