Yoongi felt bad.

Glancing over at the woman that was next to him, his face scrunched in irritated of her talking so freely to him. Moving back to the reason of his guilt, he looked over at the girl that walked alone a few steps ahead of them.

Racy's eyes narrowed when she noticed Yoongi continuously looking over at Iris.

"She's got the others, will you relax?" Racy mumbled out and Yoongi was confused over her irritation.

"What was up with that airport drama?" he asked tensely when remembering the girl had stayed glued to him almost the entire time. Even moving through the hotel and to their rooms now, the girl was leeching on to him every second she got.

"I was excited to see you," she said slowly, "I'm allowed to be excited over seeing the man I love."

Yoongi's teeth clamped together.

Racy's eyes softened at him grow incredibly tense.

"I love you Yoongi," she said lightly, "I need you to realize that."

"Yeah," he snapped softly, "and I need you to realize that the only reason I asked you to come was to end this. I agreed to finally speak with you but that's it. You can say whatever you want the next few days but after that you leave and don't look back okay?"

Racy's fingers gripped at her bags tighter, the rough fabric easily bending, her knuckles white.

"I don't think I can do that."

"Well you've got no choice Racy, I'm done being played by you."

She nibbled down at her bottom lip.

He looked back over at Iris, Racy felt her insides turn.

"Why not just walk over to her?" she piped pissed, "I mean you've been eyeing her down the entire time!"

"Who?" Yoongi asked mumbling, trying to act oblivious, eyes lingering on Iris's back.

Racy almost tore open her bag from how hard she was clutching.

-

Iris thanked Jungkook who placed one of her bags on to the floor of her hotel room she was supposed to share with you. Smiling as she glanced over at Jungkook and you exchange glances, Iris didn't wait for the awkwardness to grow as she quickly allowed herself to move into the bathroom.

"You didn't have to help us out with the bags," you said quietly as you smiled warmly over at him as he placed your duffel bag onto the bed.

He smiled, shrugging, "It's been a long plane ride...I wanted to help you get comfortable as fast as I could."

You thanked him, slightly taken aback over him being so sweet so easily.

"When did you guys get here?" you asked quick as silence was about to fall upon the two of you.

"A few hours ourselves," he said laughing nervously.

Your eyes were worried, a little irritated, you tried not scolding him, "then why aren't you asleep? Why bother coming over to pick us up? We could've easily gotten a taxi wh-"

"It's you," Jungkook said sternly, "You were coming...I had no other choice."

"What do you mean you had no choice?"

"I wanted to see you as soon as I could," he said awkwardly as he took a step back, "so yeah...I had no choice. I never really do when it comes to want to see you."

You grew quiet at that.

What you were afraid of happening happened. It grew quiet.

"I-"

"We should-"

The both of you spoke simultaneously.

"You first," Jungkook said smiling cutely.

You shook your head shyly, "N-No it's cool, go for it. I'll probably ramble on any ways."

"I like you rambling," he said softly, "turns out you were right about me growing fond of you..."

He trailed off, his hand slipping into his pocket. He swallowed hard as he felt at the chain again. Blinking slowly as he debated on whether or not he should just grow a pair and pop the necklace out, he didn't quite catch you blushing from what he had just said.

"You should sleep," you squeaked, feeling incredibly embarrassed for no apparent reason.

"Yeah let's sleep."

Both your eyes found one another, widening.

"I didn't-"

"No, yeah for sure," you quickly added.

"Yeah I didn't mean it like together or anything," he nervously got out, "I mean not that I wouldn't. I definitely would love to s-sleep together I-"

Your brows furrowed at that, your lips puckering at his choice of words.

His eyes squinted. "Holy shit I need to stop talking and leave the room," he said laughing.

You couldn't help but cutely laugh with him. Nodding, you teased him, pointing over at the bed.

"You a top or bottom kind of guy?"

He almost shit himself.

"Huh?"

"It was a joke," you said smiling over at him so jumpy. You didn't understand why he was. Thinking it must've just been the lack of sleep and the long hours on the plane, you let all of it slide without doubt.

"Right," he sighed out as he scolded himself over trying to get a grip of himself.

"On the topic of sex," he struggled, "be...between the two of us..."

You froze, smiled faltering. Where are you going with this Kook?

"That day where you fell sick and we-"

"Oh."

"Yes," he mumbled awkwardly, "Well I'm sorry if I hurt you. I know you were struggling with your feelings for me and by doing what we did, didn't help the situation."

You tried not to cringe over him mentioning your feelings for him.

"MHM."

He smiled lightly at you grow awkward. His brows deepened when noticing you cheeks finally grow red.

"You blushing?"

"No, that's just makeup," you retorted quick.

He laughed, his palm going to your palm in attempts to tease you. "Ah, how cute," he chimed chuckling.

You unknowingly moved into his touch and his eyes softened.

Gazes meeting one another, he swallowed hard at the intense stare you seemed to be giving him.

Internally spazzing out, he fumbled with his words as he stepped back and pulled out the necklace immediately.

He was a bumbling idiot so quick it was actually charming.

"I got you this," he blurted out loud and you grew confused while looking over at the necklace that dangled from his hand.

He tried to recover for his own sake, "I-I was in China for the earlier dates of the tour and couldn't stop thinking about you-especially after how we had ended things off."

Your eyes softened.

"I swore to never take it off of myself until meeting you again," he shrugged nervously, "just a little something I guess..."

He didn't know what else to say.

You were incredibly flattered. Yet sad over the thought of him wearing it to remind him of you, the curiosity within you flooded.

"Why all the trouble?"

His heart sank at that. You genuinely believed he didn't care for you greatly.

Because I love you, he sighed, thinking to himself, "Because I care about you..."

You didn't know what to make of that. Instead of questioning him further, you smiled lightly as you slowly took the necklace and thanked him.

He was grinning like an idiot when he saw you start slipping it on and over your head.

You looked down at it, giggling, "Ah that's so cool! It has my initials! Was that intentional or just a coincidence?"

The corners of his lips almost met the bottoms of his eyes.

"Intentional," he excitedly let out himself.

You thanked him sweetly again.

He nodded, swaying in his spot like a love-struck puppy.

Moving in for a quick hug as a thank you since you couldn't get over how beautiful and sweet the gesture was, you felt his arms go around you instantly.

Pulling away, you froze when his arms tightened around you. Eyes softening when you felt his lips graze the side of your temple, you pulled your head away from the side of his so you could look at his face.

He seemed to have trouble looking directly at you so close to him.

Having your hands go to his arms that hugged around you so securely, you tried but failed as his arm simply sneaked a tiny bit under your blouse.

Gasping when feeling his cold fingertips run up the bottom of our spine, you were about to flinch away but stopped when his lips met yours.

"J-Jung-"

You still tried to pass away from him but he didn't stop with having his mouth engulf yours. Feeling him lightly peck down at your bottom lip as you were trying to mumble out for him to stop, you found yourself to slowly grip over at the front of his sweater.

Eyes shutting closed immediately, you sighed in defeat against his lips before hastily kissing him back just as deeply.

Arms hugging at his shoulder and body pressed against his, he smiled against your lips and your insides fluttered beyond belief.

-

Iris heard quiet.

Sighing as she got off the counter of the bathroom, oblivious for what held behind the door, she opening it a little. About to speak, she brought her hand to her mouth quick, stopping herself from saying anything as she quickly closed the bathroom door.

They're kissing? Why are they kissing?

Frozen and not knowing whether or not she should cockblock or not, hesitantly looking over at the door that was connected to their bathroom, Iris decided on leaving the two of you be.

The hotel rooms they were given were joint. The bathroom being the link to her and your room, on the other side Yoongi and Jungkook were supposed to sleep.

"I guess they just kicked me out of my own room," Iris mumbled to herself. She was still in shock over witnessing Jungkook and her friend making out in the center of the room.

Confused and trying not to trip over her own feet as she paced, Iris was hesitant to try and escape through the other room. Scared over whether or not the silver haired man was bedroom, she feared that if Racy had ditched her room and stuck with the man as well. If that were the case, she'd be walking in on something way worse... a jerk of an idol and a bitchstick of a friend.

"Shawn I miss you," she whined to herself as she felt like a complete fifth wheel.

Whining and pouting to herself, she looked in the mirror quick. In ways to reassure herself, she took a few breaths in. Managing to tie her hair for the escape mission, she looked at the door that connected to Yoongi and Jungkook's room as she let her hand rest on the cold knob.

"Please don't be having sex, please don't be in there," she begged lowly.

Iris was sure she was just being paranoid and stupid for thinking that Yoongi would actually bring Racy back to his room instead of just dropping her off to hers.

The last she had seen of him was when Racy had dragged him away... if anything please be having sex in her room and not in this one.

She hated her life so much. Internally planning ways to make Hoseok's life miserable for sending her here in the first place, she shut her eyes shut tight as she yanked the door open.

Peering her eyes open, her lips parted at what she saw.

-

Yoongi had hesitated at first when in front of Iris's and your bedroom door.

Having come from dropping Racy off to her room, and then going to call PD Nim and let him know that everyone was safe and in the hotel, he had passed the room only to sigh and stop in his tracks.

Don't be rude, Yoongi couldn't stop thinking about how he had unfairly snapped at the girl at the airport. I barely know her and I'm already an asshole...

Hesitating to knock, he stopped when letting his mind scare himself out of it as he let his procrastination take over in an instant. Swallowing, he patted at the door quietly in defeat before moving towards his bedroom door.

Moving in, he saw a figure move in the center of the room from the corner of his eye.

Tired and just wanting to sleep for a couple of hours, he got out from his jacket as he threw it over at the mirror-dresser combination that stood against the wall closest to the door.

"Jungkook-ah you should sleep t-"

He swallowed his words at the sight of Racy standing before him.

Surprised, he looked back at the door. "Wha- how'd you even manage to get here so quick?" he asked genuinely curious as he hadn't thought he was on the phone for a long time after dropping her off.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, "it's just that I couldn't wait another three hours for us to really just sit down and talk."

He sighed, his arms going across his chest. "Fine," he said as he eyed her suspiciously.

"Shoot, what were you dying to say to me," he said lamely as he moved over to the center himself.

"That I love you."

"Racy," he whined annoyed.

"I DO! I REALLY DO! Why can't just just believe me?"

"Was there anything else?" he sighed out. He was done with her bullshit-well what he thought was bullshit. At points he would find himself thinking whether or not she was telling the truth or not. Being hurt by her numerous times, Yoongi would simply jump to conclusions and assume that everything that came out of her mouth was a lie.

He was being immature. He knew he was.

Her eyes filled with tears. "I've been trying to tell you over and over, yet you never want to listen!" she chimed irritated, "I've been in love with you ever since the first night we met! What happened between us was terrible but it never really changed what I had for you-"

"Oh and so what about the man you cheated on me with? Or Taehyung?" he listed names now, "let's not forget about Jungkook! So with all of these men, towing around with them...through all of it you're telling me you loved me?!"

"Yes!"

He rolled his eyes.

Racy shoved him back for being an asshole. "Just be serious and understanding for a second would you?" she argued, wanting to scream and yell but refraining from doing any of that. She was aware of the joint rooms, and the last thing she wanted was either Iris or you barging in.

"I gave up on trying to understand you years ago," he harshly spat out.

"Oh really?" she asked bewildered, "What about the night we slept together huh? You seemed to be so understanding that night where you even managed to believe for a second that I loved you. You believed me that night so why don't you now?"

"I don't want to believe that you do," he softly admitted, "I don't want to fall into the trap that is loving you...I can't love you again."

Racy fell quiet at that.

"I can't ever trust you again after everything," his voice was barely above a whisper, "I-I can't. I'm sorry."

Her eyes softened at his form fall from tense and irritated to just tired and upset.

He knew how to mask his feelings well, but the slight broken look in his eyes spoke numbers.

"So please," he sighed out trying to regain his previous annoyed stance again, "just leave me alone after this trip. No more calls, no more texts...nothing."

Racy felt her eyes sting thoroughly.

He was about to speak again but was surprised at the move Racy pulled next.

He hated himself over not pushing her off of him just as quickly she had flung herself on to him.

Racy whimpered against his lips as she pulled desperately at his hair. Harshly kissing her back, Yoongi lost all thought in his mind that could have potentially had him stop and control himself. Hands gripped at her hips, they stumbled back while trying to maintain balance.

The door to the joint bathroom opened and Yoongi instantly snapped out of it as he moved away from the girl who seemed to straighten up immediately herself.

Eyes widening at what she had just caught before her, Iris blinked slowly.

"Why do I keep walking in on people face fucking?" She breathed out, her eyes still incredibly wide when staring at the two that were confused to see her.

If they hadn't seen her open the door Iris would have gladly closed the door of the bathroom back like she had done for Jungkook and you. Instead, she would have resorted to trying to figure out the vent systems of the hotel in hopes to get out of her situation...but here she was. With her luck the two she thought weren't in the room very much were, and it was too late for her to turn back now.

Racy was confused in seeing the girl who was attempting to move into the room.

"What are you doing here? Why would you even bother entering this room in the first place?" She asked confused. The tone that escaped the woman was one she didn't mean. It caused Iris to fumble with her words a bit.

Yoongi's eyes softened at the sight of the stuttering girl.

"O-Oh, I was just here looking for Jungkook, he forgot something of his with me," Iris lied.

"Yeah he's not here," Yoongi said softly and Iris didn't look at him much. His brows furrowed at her reaction to all of this. "Did you want to give me whatever it was? I'll give it to him," he said as he extended his hand.

Iris shook her head and Yoongi grew more confused.

"Wow, good thing there aren't any cameras here am I right?" She popped nervously, chuckling a bit.

No one laughed and she almost choked in awkwardness. "Sorry," she squeaked before starting to move back and away from the door. Why in the hell would you bring up their scandal?! Iris asked herself totally petrified over her actions.

Yoongi panicked.

"W-Wait—"

She knew exactly what he was trying to beg with his eyes. Nodding, Iris's lips pursed.

"Don't worry," she sighed out smiling lightly, "I won't tell anyone."

Yoongi licked his lips a tiny bit.

"Thanks for interrupting," he genuinely said, glancing over at Racy. He didn't know what had just happened, all he knew was that he was relieved that it hadn't worsened.

Iris nodded, glancing over at Racy herself.

"You really should stop kissing around all of Bangtan," she popped slowly, "it's getting kinda old."

Yoongi's brows jumped at the unexpected sass that erupted from Iris.

Racy's eyes seemed to mimic the same shock as she slowly found herself to glare over at the woman in glasses.

"What? You going to take my place instead?"

Iris laughed. "Nah, I don't think I'm his type," she chimed cutely before smiling sweetly over at Yoongi.

"And if he's still into making out with you even after everything you've done," she said slowly, "then I guess he's not my type either."

Yoongi's brows furrowed slightly at the woman throwing shade. About to say something, Iris was already in his room and eventually out the front door.

Yoongi looked back at Racy, his form exhausted.

"Stay away from me," he grumbled under his breath as he moved towards the bed. Laying on to it, he sighed as Racy was still frozen in the center of the room. "Iris left the door open," he mumbled before snuggling into the pillow, "I suggest you follow her out."

Racy's heart sank, eyes stinging a bit as she simply cursed Iris over in her head for interrupting the two as she slammed the door shut as she left.

-

Your eyes met his wide ones when both of you seemed to instantly snap out of your lost daze when hearing the door slam from the next room.

You flushed uncomfortable underneath the boy who was hovering over you on the bed. Not even realizing that you two had managed to stumble towards the softly cushioned surface, your face grew incredibly hot when eyeing your hands that were underneath his sweater. You had once been roaming his skin.

"Holy shit," he breathed out as he moved away from you quickly.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to get carried away like that I-"

"It wasn't just your fault, I kissed you back."

"Y-Yeah you did," he was confused as he said it.

You could tell he was worried for you crying on him again.

You didn't. Instead, you just smiled awkwardly.

"You're a really good kisser," you breathed out as you allowed yourself to sit up on to the bed.

He was slipping on his belt that you had managed to get off of him during the make out. Grateful that things hadn't gotten extremely out of hand, he moved to grab your blouse for you which laid on the ground.

Jungkook tried not to think about the moment he had taken it off of you...

You scratched at you neck awkwardly, covering your revealing tank top from exposing more of you as you took the blouse from his hands.

"Thanks," he swallowed harshly. He felt the sudden urge to hold you down again when tasting you in his mouth still. "You've always been great yourself," he awkwardly let out as he looked away from you struggled in putting your blouse back on.

"Thanks, I try," you popped laughing.

He was confused over you being so chill, "You alright? That-"

"I'm not going to cry and mope if that's what you're about to ask me," you said cutely as you got on to your knees when still on the bed.

Extending your hands out for him to take, he was in awe and complete shock as he took them.

"Wha-"

"We both needed that," you said laughing while looking at him. He looked like he was about to throw up on you. "It's okay. Shit happens."

Jungkook smiled lightly at that.

.

"We kissed in the piano room," you chimed quietly, "I gave you a boner in the car..." He pursed his lips at that. You smiled, "and then we almost made out again, but it's okay, shit happens."

.

"You're really something," he softly let out, smiling warmly as he let the memories of you run through his mind instantly.

You patted at his palms before laying back onto the bed.

"Yup," you sighed laughing, "you missed your shot," you chimed teasingly.

His heart hurt at that.

"Y-Yeah, I guess so..."

He had trouble forcing a smile on to his face.

-

A/N: longer chapter the next one I promise, I kinda had to rush this one sorry! Remind me to never go to the gym again lmao (fr tho I'm dying right now).