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“Let me rephrase it. I find you very interesting," he confessed more intensely.

My poor heart.

Why did he say that?!

Now I won't be able to sleep for almost a month.

“I don't like to be someone's interest," I said calmly, I couldn't even hear my voice over my thumping heart.

“Why?" He sat on the chair backward, folding his hands on the head of the wooden chair.

“Interest is an incredibly weird word. When someone says it to me, I feel like a toy. Like when we get a new toy we find it hella interesting, so we care for it and like it. But then we find another toy, our interest fades into the old one. Interest is a timid word for me, people use the word interest when they are coward to use the word Like or Love,” I elaborate, looking outside the window.

The sky is so clear today, no stars, no moon. Just chill breeze and darkness.

“You seem much mature than your age," he comments.

“I want to be mature and strong for my mom," I smile softly.

I hate crying, I last time I cried was when my dad left us, and on the same day, my boyfriend shattered me. I want to be the person, my mom can lean on when times get tough.

Well, yeah I cry cutting onions if that counts.

“Where is the first aid box?" He asked me.

“The desk behind you, leaving two drawers from the right, inside the third drawer at the corner, above the second last drawer," I said, I thought he might not get it. But he did.

He found it and a close distance between us. I extend my hand to take it from him but instead, he sat beside me.

My breath instantly clamped, my eyes dilated when he moves closer, keeping his gaze on my bruised cheek.

Bruise Y/N. Bruise. He is helping you, idiot.

I know woman, I am your brain.

“Yo-you don't have to do it," I stammered attempting to seize the kit from him but his arduous gaze hushed me. He stared into my eyes, leaning further. The warmth of his body and his spicy woodsy scent invaded my senses.

“It might hurt okay," he told me in low voice, gently applying the cream on my cheek. I ignored his body heat and concentrate on my heartbeats.

They were violent.

I closed my eyes shut, bearing the pain and the effect of his feather-soft touch, a shiver ran down my spine.

He chuckled.

“Min Suga you are enjoying seeing me in pain!" I snapped staying still.

“I am enjoying how stiff you are, your expression was just funny," he said, I can hear the smile in his voice.

My lips twitched in a small smile

“You know I am very older than you, don't call me by my name kid," he flicked my forehead lightly.

I mentally started counting the age gap between us, I do that every day. Just wanted to be confirmed now.

“It's 6 years, the age gap," he confirmed as if he read my mind.

That's not a lot, right?

“Should I call you Suga Hyung? Like other members?" I frowned at my own words, my eyes fluttered open to witness his expression.

He has that what the fuck look.

“Oppa is cringy," I said. I just find that word weird.

“Just call me Yoongi," he said.

“I like Suga better"

It sounds nice.

“Everyone calls me that," he told me as he fastens the cap of a tube of cream.

“So why can't I call you that?" I asked.

“You are not everyone," he shrugged as if it's the most common thing to say to someone.

I evade looking at him and stood in haste. My cheeks flushed and I held in the urge to jump in excitement and scream making people go deaf.

“You okay?" He asked me eyeing me in worry.

Boy of course I am not okay. I feel like jumping out of the window because you just said a word to me.

“Yeah. I am fine!" I spoke immediately.

“Sit here, you have a bruise on your neck," he gestured on my neck.

I touch the side of my neck and hissed.

That asshole, I should have punched him more than 100 times.

I reclined on the bed, Yoongi leans closer and slowly tugs the hair away from my neck. I visibly shuddered when his fingers grazed softly on my skin. I feel that spot burning with the sensation.

I stay frozen like a rock when he slowly dissipates the ointment to my neck.

Yah! Calm your tits down, don't embarrass me in front of him.

How I Am Supposed To Stay Neutral When My Bias Is Alone In My Room, Sitting On My Bed, And Touching My Neck!!!!

Jeez woman, okay.

He blew his minty warm breath on my neck and the tingling sensation almost made me jump out of my skin.

I didn't react and pulled a straight face.

Only if he knows, inside I am screaming like a banshee!

“It's done," he said in satisfaction.

I quickly stand and breathe out.

“I- I will just be in the washroom," I ran inside the washroom.

Fuck it.

He is affecting me way too much.
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Soohee

I keep glancing at the stairs. That guy seems nice but he still an idol. Not just any idol, but a member of the most loved band all over the world.

I know my daughter likes him. But I don't know if it's a romantic way or just an admiration for him. Her first relationship broke her so damn much that I can't even imagine the pain she went through. Sometimes I hate myself for not being a good mother, for getting so much engrossed in taking care of my already broken marriage, and for not being there when she needed me.

I want someone best for her, not a person who will leave her halfway in life, just like I was left.

The bells chimed and I absentmindedly said, “Welcome to Crystal."

I stare at the book in front of me, not reading a word.

“Hello,"

Ugh. Him. Again.

This man is so stubborn.

“Hello to you Mr park," I smile even though I was suppressing it.

“Miss me much?" He asked flirtatiously leaning forward.

It's hard to believe he is over thirty.

“Yes, so much that wish you are just a dream," I told him leaning close.

“But people forget dreams," he said in confusion.

“Exactly," I flicked his forehead.

“Yah! That's not funny," he cutely said.

Today he is not dressed in one of his expensive suits. He was clad in a simple peach sweatshirt and dark pants. His hair was styled and pushed back, instead, they look fluffy with the bangs cascading over his forehead.

“Look, you are looking at me as if I am the hottest thing you have ever seen," he winked.

And there he ruined the moment.

“Just order and go," I said giving him the menu.

He sighed, “I will take the usual."

“Sure," I said. He paid for his drink and settled on his usual spot.  For the past four weeks, he has been regularly visiting. He would order this Cold chocolate with ice cubes and sit on the seat looking at me.

I don't know why I don't find it creepy.

“Hurry up babe," he mouths when I glance at him. I instantly look away and curse myself for looking at him.
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Y/N

I and Yoongi were engaged in conversation like there is no tomorrow. We found out we have many things in common. We also share a common taste in music.

“I won't be around a lot from next week," he told me.

“Why?!" I asked a bit louder than I intended to.

He smirked.

“Seems like you will miss me," he said and I roll my eyes.

“I won't," I lied.

“Yeah, keep saying that. We are having a comeback performance soon. We were on a short break, next week we will resume everything again. Practice, Run bts shooting, and much more. So we will be at our dorms and the dorm is away from her...so," he trailed off.

So he won't be able to come to the store.

“Okay. The army is waiting for your comeback," I said smiling brightly.

I was honestly sad that I won't be able to see him every day like I used to.

“You and Emma can visit our dorms," he said.

“Err...we will maybe," I awkwardly nodded.

“You should, members want to see you and Emma. They want to be friends with you two," he smiled.

What?!

BTS WANTS TO BE MY FRIEND.

OH MY GOD.

WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE SO MUCH HAPPINESS?

I PROBABLY SAVED THE COUNTRY IN MY LAST LIFE.

“Y/N?" Yoongi nudged my shoulder and I snap out of my thoughts.

“Oh sorry. We are having a housewarming party in two days. I want to invite you all," I blurted out.

I wanted to inform Tae first regarding the housewarming party. Tae has been calling me every day and we talk a lot. I got my male best friend.

“Housewarming party? When did you move to Seoul?" He asked me curiously

“Approximately one and half months ago. Mom and I were so busy setting up the store and house. It's finally we are working smoothly, so mom decided on the party," I told him.

“She will be okay with me and members coming? Also, we won't be able to come in front of other people you know?" He said nervously.

“You can come at around 8 pm. Others will leave till that time except some of the close people to us," I explained.

“Okay, I will ask members and let you know," he nodded.

Do I have to elaborate that how breathtaking his smile is?

I am under Yoongi affect.

Save me!
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(Drooling over both section)