"I'll let you keep the money if you just tell me!" You were practically pleading with Yoongi. It's been on the back of your mind ever since you learned the information. It was a bad habit for you. You needed to know the answer if you presented with a question. Even if you begged for your life.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you. "Why are you so hung up on it?"

"I need to know!" You scoffed and leveled a glare on the pool table. You found an easy way and took the shot, sinking in another ball. Let's see WWH... You thought about it. When-Where-How? You frowned and took another shot that sunk in another ball. Seokjin seemed like he didn't write. Maybe. How would you know?

World Wide Health? No, that wasn't it! Your streak ended and you turned to Yoongi. "Tell me or I'm losing this game." Well, sabotaging the game wasn't your first choice but something had to be done.

Yoongi's eyes widened a bit. "You wouldn't dare."

"Yes I would." To prove your point, you took a completely useless shot and the cue ball hit one of your solids. It didn't go anywhere significant.

Yoongi shook his head in a disappointing manner. "I don't know why I wouldn't believe you." He leaned in, like he was going to tell you a secret. "World Wide Handsome."

Huh? You blinked. What?! "Is that what it is?!" You started to laugh at that. You glanced at Seokjin and might have to agree with him. But who would just get a tattoo like that? Yoongi gave you a gummy smile as you started to laugh every once in a while.

All through the game, you would glance at the bartender, knowing the secret. And yes, you won the game with an easy streak. You and the Shark went over to the bar, a teasing smile on your lips. Seokjin noticed it from the other side of the bar. He was instantly suspicious. Warily, he made his way over. "Why are you smiling like that? It's making you look like you're my stalker."

"I feel attacked." You commented and slid the empty glass to him. "I know what your tattoo means!"

He did not look impressed in the slightest. "Really?" Then he shot a glare at Yoongi who stood besides you. "Did you really tell her?"

Yoongi frowned although it was more of a pout than anything. "I didn't to lose my money." 

Seokjin looked irritated. "You give up the meaning for some money? Is that all I am to you?" Just as Yoongi was about to reply, Seokjin held a hand. "Nevermind. Why would I even ask?"

"So it's true..." You mused to yourself.

Seokjin sent you a glare. "Of course it's true." He gestured to his face. "Just look at me!"

And you did. "Hm." You tilted your head to one side as if you were a buyer at an art show. "Yeah I guess so." You decided tk tease him.

And with that, he exploded. "What do you mean 'I guess so'?!" His ears started to turn red at the tips. "For your information, I am the most handsome person on this planet!" He declared. "I can get anyone's phone number right now!"

You raised an eyebrow in response. "Really?" You had to test him. How couldn't you?

"Yes! Just watch!" Seokjin left to the other side.

"He actually can." Yoongi said. He looked so defeated as he still held onto his empty glass.

You glanced at him and then to Seokjin. Who was currently talking to a couple. From here, you couldn't hear his words but the reaction of the couple left you speechless. It looked like they were flirting back!

You felt an arm slip around your neck. You jumped in surprise and saw that it was Yoongi. "See? He learned from the best." He proudly said.

"Don't tell me..." You deadpanned. "He learned from you?"

The light brown hair male nodded his head, making a few strands fall into his eyes. "Who else? Being a smooth talker in a bar is a way to earn more tips."

You stared at a piece of his hair that was getting on your nerves. It was almost blocking his whole vision! How was he able to stand that?! You moved on your own accord and pushed his hair back, revealing his forehead.

Yoongi stared at you with a slightly shocked expression. He blinked and you smiled at him. "Oh! You can also wear your hair like this! You look pretty good like that." You commented.

"T-Thanks?" Yoongi slightly stuttered. And it was one of the few times he stuttered. And Min Yoongi almost never stutters.

"Maybe with a bandana?" You muttered to yourself. "Sounds cool but..." You trailed off until an idea popped up in your head. "You could part it in the middle!" You tried doing that and you nodded to yourself, satisfied.

And Yoongi wasn't sure why he was letting you play with his hair. Or being a participant in your little hairdresser session, but he oddly didn't mind. Unlike those times, when he was with others and they tried touching his hair. Oh, that was a big no.

You smiled at him and returned your attention back to Seokjin. Meanwhile, Yongi felt warm. He was missing the other source of heat from your palm on his forehead. Agh, what was he thinking? He let his arm drop from your shoulder just as Jin came back.

He proudly slapped the napkin on the bar. "I told you!"

You looked to see two completely numbers. "They both you their numbers?!"

"Mhm." Seokjin smiled. "And they even gave me a big tip." He boasted.

You laughed. "I shouldn't have doubted you."

"Of course not." Seokjin proudly boasted once more.

You rolled your eyes at him and checked the time on your phone. "I think I'm gonna head home." Lucky, you paid earlier so you can slip out. "See you guys later." You waved and exited the bar.

The guys said their goodbyes. Seokjin was confused as he glanced at Yoongi. If he looked hard enough, he could see a very, very faint blush on his cheeks. And he was still staring where you disappeared. An amusing smile came onto Seokjin's face.

He's so going to help Yoongi out.