Jungkook smiled lightly as he tiredly moved his form closer to yours on the bed. Sighing as he let his head rest against the back of your hair, his arm moved around you in attempts to pull you closer to him.

Snuggling your back into him, you let your hand rest on the pillow before your face as you blinked slowly awake yourself.

Forcing your eyes shut when you felt his lips press lightly against your bare shoulder, you felt them trail down to your collarbone.

"Morning," he lightly said as he wrapped his hand over your stomach.

You blinked slowly, nodding tiredly while looking over at the wall before you.

It took forever to build up the courage to speak.

"We had sex," you shakily let out.

He sighed, grinning as he pecked your shoulder again.

"Yeah."

"Do you regret it?" You asked painfully. It was hard to ask, your heart on an edge as you spoke so vulnerably.

He was genuinely confused over you speak. "Did you hear anything at all last night?" He breathed out in disbelief, "I love you, of course I didn't regret it."

"Stop."

"Stop what?"

"Stop saying shit you don't mean," you snapped as you tried to move away from him under the sheets.

"I do mean it," he said as he simply pulled you towards him again, "I'd never lie and hurt you again if I didn't."

"What about Racy?" You asked softly.

He could hear the discomfort in your voice. It hurt him that you had a hard time believing him.

"What about her?" He asked as he squeezed your form in reassurance. He could see the slight glint in your eyes as you tried to focus on nothing but the wall.

"You've been in love with her for the—"

"Nope," he popped sighing as he let his lips trail your neck again.

You felt shivers run down your spine. Eyes fluttering closed, you pursed your lips as a soft tear left your eye. Numbly wiping at it with your hand that was close to you on the pillow, you smiled tightly.

"I guess its hard to believe," Jungkook said softly, "I've hurt you repeatedly."

You nodded.

"I'm sorry," he said as he stared at the side of your face, "I dread ever making you cry."

You nodded again, gently.

"If I could go and slap the bitch outta my past self I would," he said chuckling, his fingers moving by the corners of your waist in attempts to make you smile a little.

It worked slightly as you let out a breathy chuckle.

His eyes were incredibly soft as you rolled over onto your back so you could finally see him.

He was perfect.

Hand cupping at his cheek, you smiled when he moved into your touch, his lips quickly pecking your palm.

"I thought I knew what love was," he said softly, having his eyes met yours, "but turns out I only found out when I met you...what I had before with Racy wasn't love and I'm sorry for making you feel as if you meant nothing to me."

You wanted to laugh and cry and the same time.

"You mean everything..."

You balled. He chuckled before pecking your cheek and laying back down, pulling your sniffling form towards him again.

Kissing your forehead, he sighed as you hugged him tightly as you cried.

"You've been an asshole!" You whined and he nodded, trying his hardest not to laugh.

The sudden feeling to laugh and cry hit him too.

"I love you," he sighed out as he rubbed his hands over your arm gently.

It soothed you. Smiling as he said it, you looked at his lips from where you lay on his collarbone.

"Hm?"

He grinned as he repeated himself.

"Say it again," you said grinning as you watched his lips move.

Never had you dreamed the boy you loved and cared so much for would be uttering such words out genuinely. You bit the insides of your cheeks from smiling like an idiot as he said it again.

"Again," you popped cutely and he huffed in a breath before yelling.

"I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I-"

Your eyes widened as you laughed and instantly cut him off by having your hand clasp at his mouth.

He simply claimed your feelings for you again under your palm, his voice muffled.

Giggling as he smiled over at you and moved to hover over you again, he pecked your lips that were cocked up into a grin.

"What about you? You still love me?" He asked playfully as he stared down at you in fake intimidation.

You grinned, shaking your head.

"Nope."

He grinned hugely, "oh really?"

You laughed when he grabbed at your form again, squirming underneath him, he couldn't help but laugh cutely himself before hugging you immediately.

You couldn't help the sigh that left you when you let yourself openly hug him back.

-

Feeling his arms wrap around you the moment you let your towel fold around your newly wet form, you smiled when he buried his head into your air.

"That was nice," Jungkook sighed as he pecked your cheek.

"Yes it was," you cutely said as you parted at his hands that hugged around you.

"We should shower together more often."

You grinned shoving him cutely off of you when he started kissing down your shoulder.

"I think we've done enough," you said cutely scolding him when he simply tried have you turn around in his arms.

"No no we haven't," he said before gently letting his lips meet yours again.

You smiled at his lips as you kissed him back, your arms hugging at his shoulders, tip toeing a slight bit in order to meet eye-to-eye.

"You can't blame me for wanting to kiss my girlfriend," he said smiling.

Your brows jumped.

His smile faltered a bit.

"Girlfriend?"

"Y-Yeah I mean you know, since you're my fake girlfriend and all," he tried to cover his blurting of words as he smiled nervously.

You grinned hugely, "I'd love to be your real one if that's okay with you," you said sweetly, rubbing gently at the back of his neck.

He had the cutest brightened expression as he nodded, "I don't mind that at all."

Playfully hitting at his chest, you giggled as he kissed you again.

He sighed. "I'm so glad I came in to help you out yesterday," he teased as he hugged you tightly by the waist.

You nodded, kissing him again.

As your lips were against his, your eyes widened immediately, almost stumbling against him, reality hit you hard.

"What?" Jungkook asked confused.

"Iris!" You chimed shocked. You remembered her walking out and saying something about waiting for you.

"You didn't message her?"

You looked at him as if he were the stupidest man you had ever encountered. "Clearly had time to slip my phone out while you were all up probing me!" You defended as you tried to look around for your phone now.

Jungkook tried not to smile, watching you freak out as he slowly managed to put his clothes back on.

"She was probably waiting alone with Yoongi! Yoongi!" You said freaked, "Yoongi oppa better not have touched her I swear—"

Jungkook burst out laughing. "Him touch Iris?" he asked bewildered, "you've met hyung right? He'd never—"

You glared at him.

He laughed. "You didn't let me finish," he sighed as he tried to grab you again, "he'd never sleep around with girls so easily like that."

You rolled your eyes. "You clearly haven't been seeing the way he's been eyeing her down constantly," you piped before slipping out of the towel and starting to slip on your dress from the previous night.

Using the towel to dry at your hair a bit, you were worried for your friend still.

"Even if she didn't stay with Yoongi oppa," you hastily got out, "where would she have slept? You don't think she walked in and saw us do you?"

Jungkook shrugged.

"Could you freak out a little? Why are you so chill?"

"Because if she's with Yoongi hyung, I'm sure he made sure she was comfortable and alright," he sighed, "and if she's on her own... I've seen her punch. Iris is fine."

You pursed your lips a bit, nodding.

He smiled before moving over to his assigned room and slowly peeking his head in. Looking over at the bed as he moved in, he froze in his spot.

"Woah, okay maybe I was wrong," he breathed out.

You felt your stomach turn as you moved in fright over and next to the boy. Eyes widening at what you saw before you, you had the sudden urge to either face palm, or run into the nearest wall nose-first."

"Woah is right," you whispered.

-

The night before...

Yoongi smiled lightly over at the woman who walked quietly alongside him.

Coming from the rehearsal dinner, the pit in Yoongi's stomach grew with every minute spent with the woman. Swallowing when remembering all that had happened between them at the dinner, he tried to maintain his cool while looking over at her when turning the corner and nearing the joint rooms.

"You're a really good dancer," he said lowly.

Iris smiled sweetly at him as she bowed a bit. "Thank you," she said quick. She swore internally at her voice becoming pitched every time she talked to the man. It had been a long night...

Moving towards the room, he lingering by Iris and your door.

"It was surprisingly fun," he said chuckling nervously as he had trouble looking the woman in the eye, "being ditched by the other two didn't really cross my mind much."

Iris pursed her lips from smiling as she nodded.

"Yeah..."

"Well goodnight," he said softly, his gaze on her lips again for like the tenth time this night.

She swallowed harshly. Remembering the conversation they had had before leaving for the party once PD Nim had called, she remained confused over him continuously eyeing her.

The man claimed to might have feelings for Racy and yet here he was in front of her, hesitantly leaning in.

She panicked when his breath hit her lips, patting at his chest as she moved her head back awkwardly, her voice was screeching.

"Night!"

He looked away instantly as his brows wiggled in surprise over what he was just about to do.

"You said in the car that you were going to go talk to Racy?" Iris said nervously smiling at him, "don't want her keep her waiting right? You should tell her how confused you are."

"R-Right," he said nodding hastily, "that's what I'm supposed to be doing right now!"

Iris chuckled nervously along with him as she slowly held the doorknob to her room. Ready to run in as soon as he was about to turn, she froze when he looked back at her again.

He looked distressed and jumpy suddenly.

"You really think I should tell her that I might love her?" He asked skeptical, "I mean I'm trying to figure myself out and if I tell her she might cling on to me more."

Iris moved awkwardly, making a popping sound with her mouth as she had her palms facing the air. The cutest way of expression "I don't know hoe, you do you" exposed from her action.

Yoongi smiled as she made the noise.

"Right," he sighed out when remembering their chats throughout the night, "you can't be the one to tell me what to do."

"Yup."

"Sorry," he said chuckling.

She nodded, smiling reassuringly at him as he moving back to leave again.

As soon as he turned, her face fell, her eyes wide as her mouth gaped open. She mouthed a "holy shit" as she entered the bedroom.

About to move in, she gasped before closing the door immediately, a loud squeak coming from her as she covered at her eyes.

Yoongi was about to near the end of the hall, stopping in confusion, he called out to her.

"What happened?"

"I finally saw Kook dick," she breathed to herself as she tried not to shudder, "oh my poor eyes! Is it supposed to look like that?"

Her virgin self remained scarred.

Yoongi burst out laughing, in shock over all of it, he jogged over to peek a bit inside.

Seeing the two fast asleep on the bed, his brows jumped as he closed the door and looked over at the petrified woman.

"I'm proud," Yoongi said grinning.

"Of course you are," Iris said laughing, "you were filmed having sex with your friend's girlfriend! This is easy shit for you."

His eyes narrowed at that and she smiled hugely at him, cocking her head to the side smugly.

"Real funny," he mumbled and she sighed before moving over to the other door.

His brows arched. "What you doing?" He asked, confused over her moving towards his room.

Iris looked confused over him suddenly stopping her.

"I'm going to sleep?"

"In my room?"

"What else do you want me to do?" She asked laughing as she turned the knob and moved in, "want me to pass out on top of them in plank position or something?"

He moved towards the front of the door.

Iris took her jacket off as she tossed it into the bed. He watched her as she jumped around a bit and cursed while taking off her shoes. Stumbling, he covered his mouth a bit from laughing.

"And besides," she sighed out tiredly, "you're chilling in bitchstick's room so have fun."

He looked surprised.

"Say something wrong?" She asked cutely and he chuckled.

"Yeah no, I was just going to go talk to her and come back," he defended, "wasn't planning on staying the night."

Iris moved to sit on the bed, "let me guess, the night you fucked her before started off with talking too?"

His forehead crinkled in deeply.

"Do I sense a hint of jealousy in that?"

Iris tried to compose herself as she shook her head quick.

"No, why would I be jealous?"

"I don't know," he said grinning as he walked over into the door. Closing it behind him, Iris shifted uncomfortable on the bed. "Maybe because you're a fan of mine? I understand this it must be hard seeing me with other girls."

Iris rolled her eyes at the teasing and cocky expression laced through his entire exterior. "Oh please," she retorted, "don't let me being a fan get into the big 'ol head of yours."

"Too late," he said grinning as he slowly slipped out of his suit's jacket.

Iris's eyes widened.

"Wha—"

His brows jumped.

"Oh no! I wasn't—"

"Okay."

"I'd never—"

"Never?" She asked pouting slightly and he felt like hitting himself with a brick.

"Not never, I just...I'm going to sleep now," he mumbled and her brows furrowed as he moved to the other side of the bed.

"Excuse me? You aren't sleeping next to me!"

"Fine, sleep on the ground then," he lazily got out as he laid down on to the bed.

Iris's teeth gritted as she watched the man slowly close at his eyes.

"Yoongi!"

"Yoongi oppa," he sang out cutely and Iris gagged.

He glared at her.

"Get out of my room."

"Where am I supposed to go?" She asked softly, her head sinking. "I-I'm sorry, I guess I'll just leave then I—" she cut herself off, grabbing at her jacket as she moved off the bed.

Yoongi's expression softened instantly. Moving to sit on the bed, he instantly got up from it.

"Wait, okay here, just take the bed," he said and Iris grinned hugely, fist pumping a bit in the air as her back faced his concerned form.

Giggling as she moved around, she ran over to the bed, standing on to it.

His brows cocked at her falsely playing around with him just now, "wow."

"I'd like an Oscar now thank you very much," she sang out before jumping on the bed a little.

He grinned at her jumping about.

"You're cute."

She tripped over her foot a bit, her innocent eyes meeting his quick.

He grinned at her expression. Like a cute baby deer caught in headlights...

"Thanks," she awkwardly let out and he grinned at her no longer being smug.

"Alright I'll be back," he sighed out as he moved towards the door.

Iris nibbled on the insides of her cheeks as she watched him leave.

"W-Wait," she said quick.

She saw that he actually stopped and struggled to have her brain meet her tongue to talk.

"I don't think you should go tonight," Iris slowly said and his brows furrowed, she quickly explained why, "it's just that it's late and she's probably already asleep. She got knocked up pretty bad today..."

Yoongi seemed uncomfortable for a moment, his legs forgetting how to work as he debated on his decision.

"I uh," he swallowed, nodding, "I guess I'll talk to her tomorrow."

Iris moved to sit on the edge of the bed, watching the man before her slowly unbutton his shirt a bit, she tried to look away but couldn't find herself to stop.

He caught her eyeing him and froze.

"You really love her?" Iris asked softly. It was strange to her that her voice wavered a bit near the end of her question.

"I never said I was in love with her," he sighed as he went to slowly sit on the edge of the bed himself. He remembered to keep his distance however. "I'm just, I think I might end up falling down that trap again if I don't slowly move on...I guess I'm just confused."

Iris nodded slowly. She debated on whether or not she should say her opinion on any of it. She didn't want to throw her biases onto him or impact his mindset in anyway while struggling with these feelings he was facing...

"She hurt you," Iris said softly as she smiled over at the man who sat next to her, "but by letting the fear of moving on and loving again consume you...you let her win."

Yoongi eyed the woman next to him with the softest expression she had ever seen.

"You deserve better," Iris chimed cutely as she awkwardly looked at the door and away from Yoongi, "but then again that's coming from a fan, so I don't know."

He let out a breathy chuckle as he glanced over at the door himself. Sighing his eyes shut as he thanked the woman. Serious when eyeing the ground now, he rubbed at his face a tiny bit, his hand over his mouth as he got lost in his thoughts for a moment.

Iris simply waited. She let him think.

"The fact that she came here..." he trailed off, "I don't know. Sometimes I find her to be genuine when she claims to be in love with me."

Iris bit her lip.

"We used to be crazy about one another back then," he sighed before rubbing at his face again.

"The past is the past," Iris slowly popped. She was hesitant and he could tell, "what you feel for her now is what's important. If you love her cool! Have fun and invite me to the wedding! If not, move on and stick hard to your decision..."

She grinned. "Oh, and make a mixtape," she whispered as a add on.

He laughed.

Resting his chin on his fist, he turned his head so he could study her with his deep eyes.

Iris let her lips form a tiny reassuring smile.

He didn't smile.

"What do you want? Figure that out first for a change," Iris said excitedly.

Yoongi licked his lips, his gaze lingering on her smile.

Iris almost slipped off the corner of the bed when viewing the expression he was giving her again. Iris...your fucking bias is giving you the 'kiss me' eyes! She tried to compose herself as she quickly let out a nervous giggle and looked towards the door. Standing up, she straightened out her tank that rode high on her before pointing over at the exit.

"Well I'm sure Racy won't mind me crashing with her o-"

Iris gasped when her hips were dragged back and she fumbled back. Falling onto the bed, she blinked, her eyes wide when looking up at the silver haired man who was now hovering over her.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathless.

He licked his lips a bit, "figuring out what I want," he lowly let out as his genuine orbs stared deeply into Iris's shocked ones.

Her lips slowly separated as she allowed herself to memorize how perfect he looked from up close. Dazed herself, she allowed her lips to linger on his slightly parted lips.

He licked at them again.

She leaned up hesitantly as she quickly pecked his lips. Pulling away nervous for his reaction too her suddenly doing that, her eyes narrowed.

It happened too quick for Yoongi to register. Blinking slowly as he tried to absorb in the memory of how her soft lips felt, his eyes darkened.

Iris's fingers pulled down at her top that was riding high on her over her ribcage. Nervously trying to pull it down when seeing his expression change, her breath hitched when he tightly gripped at her hips and moved her more onto the bed.

Iris swallowed down a huge lump when he took hold of her wrists and moved her arms by the pillow.

Studying his expression, Iris became nervous.

Hand struggling in trying to move from his grip, she panicked when he leaned in to kiss her.

"I-I'm not Racy," Iris said instantly, "no need to be so angry and rough."

His eyes softened at that.

Iris's nose crinkled in the cutest way causing Yoongi to stare down at her in awe.

"I'm not Racy," she repeated breathless.

He nodded, his lips forming a soft side grin, "you aren't."

His hands slipped away from her wrists.

Awkwardly bringing them to her stomach,Iris couldn't look at him directly in the eyes.

He watched her intensely.

"You aren't," he repeated softly, his eyes incredibly warm as he felt curiously eyed her suddenly quiet form.

He leaned in to kiss her softly, in awe of how amazingly full her lips looked. Watching as her neck sucked in when his breath hit her mouth, he smiled at her nervously squint her eyes shut.

"What's wrong?" He asked chuckling over how cute she got so easily.

"N-Nothing."

"You afraid of me or something?" He asked. He grinned when she moved her hands to cover her face. He chuckled before trying to grab at her hands. She giggled, "No! No it's really nothing."

"Alright then let me see your face," he said laughing as he tried tugging at her arm.

"No," she popped smugly as she let her palms muffle her face a bit.

"Why can't I see your face?" He asked amused.

"You'll kiss me again," she said softly and he licked his bottom lip on reflex.

"And if I do?"

"I don't want you to be kissing me..."

His smile faltered a bit at that, growing awkward, he tried to hover away from her her. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said quick, he didn't want to have her feel uncomfortable.

She peeked through two fingers and chuckled at his expression.

"Sorry," she said as she took her hands slowly off her face, "I just don't want to be someone's rebound fling you know?"

"I wasn't planning on having sex with—"

He stopped himself from making excuses or lying through his teeth when the woman rolled her eyes at him.

He smiled lightly.

"You're really adorable," he said slowly. His brows furrowed at the fact that the compliment came so easily to him.

"And so I've heard," she chuckled.

He grinned at her laugh.

Iris moved underneath him, awkwardly glancing up at him, she smiled hugely.

"Would you mind getting off me?" she asked as she tried not glancing repeatedly at him so close to her.

He nodded, smiling warmly at her as he rolled down next to her. Eyeing the ceiling, he watched as she slowly got up.

Lightly having his hand slip over her upper arm, he watched as she awkwardly tried to fix her dress, looking at him in confusion.

"Stay on here with me?" He asked hesitantly. It took him so much strength to simply mutter that out.

He didn't know what it was about this night, but the thought of her leaving him alone with his thoughts made him scared. He didn't want to be left alone. Knowing he was going to be a total tool in the morning, probably regretting even letting her stay, he sighed internally...he didn't want to be alone.

Iris laughed nervously at the look in his eyes. Wanting to jump through a window when thinking about this situation she had gotten herself in, she moved a strand of curled hair from her face lamely before she placed her hand over his and tried to move away from him.

"No I really shouldn't...I don't trust men like you."

"Men like me?" He asked amused as he let his hand trail down her arm and to her hand. Having his fingers lightly lace lamely together with hers, he looked at her hands that gently opened up for him to take.

"You've been telling me about being confused over your feelings for bitchstick and yet your here holding my hand," she sighed out before slipping her hand away from his and moving the same strand from before behind her ear again. "It's clear that you're vulnerable and unstable after Racy actually came to this trip, you're confused and tired...but this isn't what you want," she was trying to get through to him, all while wanting to hide underneath the bed he was laying on.

"If I stay this'll be weird in the morning, you'll regret ever having me kiss you, I'll be internally screaming and cursing," she kept listing away, Yoongi simply watched her quietly with a small amused grin, "then you'll end up saying some hurtful things to get me to stay away from you and I'd end up wanting to jump off of that balcony!"

She pointed over at the balcony by the separate wall perpendicular to the bed.

His eyes softened at the end of her little story of what she imagined the time with him would turn out. It frightened him that it probably would end up being that way...

"Hurtful things?"

"'Oh I'm sorry'," she mimicked with a deep voice, "'who are you again?'"

Yoongi chuckled at that, letting out a long breath of air, he watched as she got up from the bed.

Eyeing her intensely as she moved to grab her jacket, his hand lazily held her wrist when she picked her jacket up. She struggled, the straps to her dress failing to stay on her shoulder as she lightly kept moving the strand of her hair back as well.

She moved slowly, nervous and tired. He smiled as he sat up on the bed. Moving over to her, he watched as her breathing patterns changed with every time he neared her further. Moving back when he stepped in front of her, she looked away, wrist lightly trying to tug away.

"Let me go."

"Make me," he said lightly, his eyes on her bare legs that moved back when he stepped in closer towards her.

"I will poke your eye on purpose this time," she threatened and he grinned, his body nearing hers.

She knew he didn't want this. He was hurt and trying to latch onto her just because she was the only stable one around him at the moment... He'd never willingly want to stay the night with me if he weren't trying to hoe around right now.

She moved back against the wall, chest heaving as he let his head lean in to her.

She tried to push at his chest with her free hand but had her breath hitch when he simply took hold of her other wrist gently and slowly had it move down.

Having her arms go behind her back, she didn't dare look at him when he pulled her into him, her hands moving slowly in attempts to break away. She wasn't trying anymore, her chest heaving while against his bare one.

"Poke away..."

She looked over at him with the most innocent eyes ever.

His eyes were soft.

"I don't know you," he said slowly.

Her breath hitched when he moved forward, her shoulder blades grazing the cold wall.

"But I can't help but want to," he said smiling kindly, "I want to know you..."

Iris felt his one hand hold on to both her hands as he let the other move to pull back the strand of hair that had been annoying her constantly.

Eyeing him, he smiled as he put it to the side of her face. Thumb grazing her cheek, Iris tried not glancing down at his lips.

"I-I should go."

"Where would you go?"

"Away from you," she squeaked.

"Stay," he tried again, his hand letting hers go slowly. He moved his torso away from her but remained incredibly close to her.

"No."

His eyes darted up to every part of her face, "I won't try to kiss you the entire night, I promise. Just sleep here."

She stuck out her pinky and he laughed as he let his pinky wrap around hers.

"I'll stay if you sleep on the ground," she chimed softly.

He grinned hugely, laughing, their pinky's were still linked, "don't trust me?"

She nodded and he bit his bottom lip from laughing again as he nodded.

"You've got a deal beautiful."

She tried not to flush.

"One more thing," she said softly and he nodded over at her to speak.

"Could you help me take my contacts out?"

He laughed, nodding.

Their pinky's were still tightly wrapped around one anothers.

-

Present Time.

"Wake them up," you mumbled, shoving the side of Jungkook's arm.

He shook his head quickly, scared, "you haven't seen Yoongi hyung when he's tired. There is no way in hell-"

"Y/N?"

Both looked over at the two that lay asleep in each other's arms on the bed.

Your eyes met Iris who tiredly and unknowingly snuggled into the man's shirt next to her. Swallowing when seeing your friend's eyes pop wide open when she felt Yoongi place his cheek sleepily onto the top of her head, Iris looked scared and confused all in one go.

"Hi Iris," you said slowly, nervous over her expression.

Iris's head move up in an instant, the movement causing her to bang into Yoongi's jaw as he moaned in pain. His arms leaving her as she pushed away from him and quickly got off the bed.

Yoongi was pissed as he was rubbing at the bottom of his jaw. Taking a while to understand exactly what was happening and how he had woken up, he looked over at Iris shocked.

"When the f-"

"You were supposed to sleep on the ground!" Iris yelled softly over at him, irritated.

"When did I pass out?" he asked in awe as he saw the girl struggle with her dress straps again.

"You pinky promised me you asshole," she chimed and he shot back at her, both of them arguing.

"I'll say it again," Jungkook said under his breath as he chuckled, "woah."

You tried not to laugh, knowing Iris was going to kill you later, you took Jungkook's hand as both of you made your way away from the suddenly loud room instantly.

You giggled as he lifted you when entering your room.

"Put me down!"

"Five minutes five minutes," he said hastily, pouting over at you as he placed you onto the bed.

You giggled as he moaned playfully and started kissing down your cheek.

"Quick before Iris comes to kill me."

-

A/N: aye, just thought I'd give Yoongi and Iris a chapter lmao. Some of you wanted me to do a story on them separately aha, I don't know, I'm up for it if y'all are! (some sort of sequel or something idek)

But ah, I'm sad, this story will soon be ending omg, just a few more lengthy chapters bruh! Yikes!~ I love you all for the amazing amount of support and love you have given me and this book! 100k reads!!!! What the actual fuck? Hahha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the rest of the book, I'll try not butchering the ending when it comes.