Yoongi

That kid is flirting with her like there is no tomorrow. He is good-looking, but come on! Look at me!

“You seem pissed off," Jin hyung marked.

“Just a little tired," I shrugged as we walk into the kitchen and see her mother and Hye Jin working and talking to each other.

I stopped in my track, Jin hyung imitates my actions.

I should just walk back, they look nice together. I didn't want to interrupt their moment.

Before I could do that, her mother looked at us and smile widely.

“Hii boys, you need something?" She asked.

“We came to help, we both are good cooks," Jin hyung informed her proudly.

“Okay if you want you can. Hye Jin, please just rest and enjoy the party," she told him with a smile.

“Just because you said that with a smile," he untied his apron.

Jin hyung and I walk further into the kitchen and wore the aprons. Hye Jin stepped out with a tray of snacks.

I start to chop the onion and Jin hyung chops other veggies.

“So how's it like? Being idol?" She asked us.

“It has good and bad sides, to be honest," I replied honestly.

“Yeah. Like it's good because we are living our dream, many people are motivated because of music. It gave us an army and their unconditional love," Jin Hyung elaborated.

“Most importantly it made us meet each other. The bad sides are like we don't get to see the person we miss, our every action has to be perfect, on the reckless act and everything will crumble. Also, privacy is a word, is almost disappeared from our dictionary. So yeah, it has bad and good sides,” I explained while helping her wash the utensils

“You guys are strong. I will pray that you fly as high as you can, and if you all are tired and need a break from flying, the door of my house is open for you," she told us.

She is such an angel.

“Thanks, no one ever said those words to us," Jin hyung glowed.

“It's fine, kids. Y/N wanted to be an Idol so I know,"  she told us.

What?

She can sing and dance?

“She is a very skilled dancer and singer," she confirmed my thoughts.

“Wow, that's awesome. Then why don't she try? She is young and very beautiful, to be honest. If she has the talent then she will make it," Jin hyung said sniffing the fresh tomato.

“Yeah. But she doesn't want to anymore. She realized that's not for her. You know the way Y/N thinks is something I could never understand and no one did. She likes her privacy a lot so she just decided not to step into that world. It was her instinct decision and I supported it," she says. Her eyes twinkled with love and admiration when she enunciates about Y/N.

“She seems much like Yoongi. He cherished his privacy more than his sleep," Jin hyung hung told her.

That's true.

After that, we babble a bit as we prepared dinner. I walk out drenched in sweat and saw Y/N and that guy setting up tables.

His arm around her waist and they were pushing each other, laughing.

I want to rip that arm.

“Y/N can you help me get the dishes?" Jin hyung yelled from the kitchen.

“Sure hyung!" She yelled backs, walking into the kitchen, she glanced at me while passing by.

Sitting on the couch with Hyerin, I heaved a sigh. The little girl looks at me and her eyes dilated as Jupiter. Her cheeks flushed and she fiddles with her fingers.

I chuckled and contained to look at her cute acts.

“Stop it, don't trouble the kid," Namjoon slightly slapped my knee.

“But I am just looking at her," I said.

“You are her bias. So don't do that," Namjoon told me, looking at his phone.

“I am your Bias?" I asked her.

She nods.

“Thank you. You are so cute," I said and she smiles.

“Should I tell you a secret?" She whispered.

I nod acting curious.

She gestured me to leans closer and I did.

“Y/N Uunie's Bias is you," she whispered in my ear, but everyone could hear it.

They all look at me and I shake my head, telling them to be quiet.

“How did you know?" I whispered back.

“She has your photo as her wallpaper and she wears your name's ring around her neck," she uttered, and thankfully this time it was a whisper.

Ring? And that too of my name?

I grinned at her and Hyerin smiles widely.

“Thanks for telling me the secret," I tapped her nose.

She giggles.

“But you have to tell me your secret too!" She said.

I shake my head but she poked my arm and acts cute so I gave in.

“So even I might change my wallpaper and keep Y/N's pic," I whispered and we high-five each other.

“You can't tell her that," I said.

“I won't,” she giggled.

“Seems like she won't sleep today and will not let me sleep as well," Hye Jin hyung sighs sipping on his wine.

“Why?" Jimin asked.

“She will just talk about you all, especially Suga," he chuckled

“Dinner is ready!" Y/N's mother said.
We had our dinner and were talking and dancing here and there. I was talking with Y/N's mom. She is a good and very wise person. I look across the room and see Namjoon sitting down next to Y/N
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Y/N

“I hope you all are enjoying the party," I smiled at Namjoon, who out of nowhere sat beside me.

“Yeah. Thanks for inviting us. I have something to ask," he gazed at me intensely drinking wine.

“Yes?" I asked, trying not to drool at his dimples.

I am an Army, so please understand what I must be feeling!

“It's about Suga. What's up with you two?" He asked bluntly.

“Nothing yet," I replied honestly.

“Yet?" He raised his eyebrows.

“It's almost been just one month and a half since I met him. We are friends, we share common hobbies. It's just the way I think he understands, and the way he thinks I understand. I dont want to give a title to our relationship, to be honest," I told him.

“Well, I like your answer," he smiled.

Kill me! Those dimples!

“Thank you!" I said in English.

“You can speak English?" He asked me in English.

I nod my head.

“Wow, and another language?"

“Latin, Japanese, and Chinese," I said.

Latin is my favorite though.

“We should hang out together! We will get along well," he exclaimed excitedly.

“Sure, you all can visit the house anytime you need a break," I proclaimed.

We conversed a little more. He mostly talks about the members, I told him about my school and studies.
My gaze lands on Yoongi, he and my mother was laughing.

I look at the couch and saw Hye jin gazing at them sternly.

“Give me a minute hyung," I said to Namjoon and stride over to Yoongi.

“Mom let me borrow him," I held his wrist, pulling him with me.

“What the-

“Dont curse or else," I warned him.

Gently dragging him over to the couch and I smile at Hye jin.

“I think my mom needs company," I said, gesturing him to go. He chuckled and winked at me before approaching my mother.

Yoongi scoffed and sat grumpily on the couch.

“Are you flirting with my mom?" I asked him directly.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD GOES IN YOUR MIND?" he snapped giving me a skeptical look.

I rolled my eyes

“Are you normal?" He shook his head, huffing dramatically.

“Says the guy who threw the camera in the pool just to test if it's waterproof, ”I said.

“Oh right! That was funny!" Jimin exclaimed and we crack up at the memory

“Whatever," Yoongi lazily murmured.

After a while, I start to tidy up the kitchen, mom must be exhausted already. Others were hanging out in the living room, enjoying their time.

I am glad, they had a good time. They seem relaxed.

“Thinking about me?"

I flinched at his voice and glare at him.

“Are you alone here?" Yoongi asked walking into the kitchen.

“No, can't you see people around?" I gesture at the empty kitchen.

He smiles and closed the distance between us.

And then again my stupid heart started thumping.

Yoongi kept his hand on the counter, trapping me in the narrow space between them. He gently took my necklace in his hand.

Oh, fuck! Just fucking freaking hell.

I forgot to take off the ring. His name is printed on it.

Goddamit.

“I like it," he said in a low and raspy voice, looking at the ring.

I pull away, which causes me to pressed tightly against the counter. He leans closer, his body wasn't pressed against mine but still, somehow he was all over me. The heat illuminating through his body, his intoxicating scent, and his eerily serene congested eyes held me enthralled.

“Speak," his lips lightly graze over my ear lobe, making me shudder visibly. I kept my hand on his shoulder, restricting him to get any more closer.

He seemed to have understood, he slowly pulled back, but still kept me entangled between his hands.

“I- it- er," I started, but don't what to say.

Just make an excuse.

“It's not what you-

“Go on a date with me."

And my entire world flipped.

He said a date, right?

A date wala date.

My eyes fluttered struggling to refine his words.

“Y/N, go on a date with me," he said again, more firmly and more passionately looking in my eyes.

“You know I am 6 yrs younger than you," I said in a haze.

“Age is just a number," he shrugged, shaking his head. His silly hair swayed as he does so.

“Coffin is just a box," I retorted.

He gave me what the fuck look.

“Is there a switch? To turn off your sarcastic mode?" He asked, looking at my neck and the top of my head.

Dumb he asks you a question. Answer him.

I have to?

Yeah. Stupid.

“You want to go on a date with me?" I asked him, giving him chance to back off from his own words.

“I am not repeating myself," he said.

“Fine. I will go on a date with you," I mumbled, as the heat starts to creep my cheeks.

“R-really?" He looked surprised.

Oh come on boy, I even fantasize about our married life.

I bobbed my head.

His smile, his gummy smile, made me melt into a puddle of mess.

He looked so adorable.

He stares into my eyes and pulled away from me, setting me free from his cage. Yoongi slowly took my hand in his, my heart raced as he brought his lips close to my hand and gently placed a kiss.

“Let's go out this Saturday?" he suggested.

It means after four days.

“Okay," I said, he squeezes my hand slightly before reluctantly leaving.

I already felt the itch to grabbed his hand again.

We stand in awkward silence for a minute or two.

“Umm...you can go in the living room, I will just clean it up," I said and he shook his head.

“I will help," he offered.

“No, you don't have to," I let out quickly.

“I am just trying to find an excuse to be around you, can't you just play along," he sighed dramatically making me chuckle.

“You better clean everything thoroughly them," I pull on a stern look.

“Yes ma'am,"

We commenced working in a hush.

The silence was comfortable though.
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