Shiranda's POV

   Yoongi has been on my mind lately.  He's been standoffish to me, but I know it's because he's shy.  Yoongi intrigues me.  His cold exterior is alluring, especially when you know there's an adorable, gummy-smiling, lil meow meow hidden underneath.  I just wish I knew how to get under it.

I get off of work, and go straight home.  I take a shower and throw on a white tank top and some super soft pink and white zebra print shorts.  I retrieve some chocolate chip cookies from the dining room table and plop down on the couch, sprawled out on it.

I eat a cookie as I watch the "Rainism" performance on my phone.  "Idol" starts playing, and I answer my phone.  "Hey, Kookie.  What's up?"  "It's a direction." 

I laugh at his joke.  "Corny."  He chuckles in response before saying, "I know".  He starts to speak again.  "I've been thinking about you a lot lately.  Can I come over?"  "Sure."

Jungkook bang bang bangs on my door.  Just kidding, he knocked.  I just reeeeally wanted to say that.  I let him in, and he sits on the couch as I lay back down.  I go back to watching the video.

"Whatcha watchin'?"  Kookie asks curiously, trying to get a glimpse of my screen.  I smile then reply.  "I'm watching your "Rainism" performance.  Great job, by the way.  I really like the choreography." 

"Ooooohh, I remember that one.  Can I watch it with you?"  "Of course you can."  He lays down with me, cuddling with me, his head resting on my breasts, and I adjust the phone so that we're both looking at the screen.  One of my hands rake through his hair repeatedly as we watch, slow and gentle.

"So, is this what ARMY's do all day?  Watch our performances?"  "Yeah, basically,"  I laugh.  "We also watch Basically ARMY Tweets, BTS Cracks, cry, fangirl, and read fanfics."  "What's a BTS Crack?"  A devilish smirk creeps onto my face.  "Lemme show you."

Jungkook and I have been laughing at this one BTS Crack video.  I even snorted a few times, causing him to laugh at me, exposing his bunny smile.  "Wait, why do you guys cry?" 

"Because you guys are flipping amazing."  "And you mentioned fanfics."  "Oh nooooooooo.  I can't show you those."  "Why not?  Come on, please?"  He begs, sticking out his lower lip. 

"As cute as your pout is, no."  I plant a kiss to his lips.  "At least show me the Basically ARMY Tweets."  "Ok.  That shouldn't be too bad."  I show him one of the videos, making him reminisce and laugh his ass off.

We start watching his dance video for "Manolo".  He gets up and tells me to play the instrumental version of that song.  I do as he says, and he starts to do the choreography from the video.  Woah.

When he finishes, I immediately attack him with my lips.

.....

Well, long story short, Jungkook and I gave each other head, and boooooy is he skilled.

Jungkook's POV

I really wish she'd let me feel her.  I want to so bad.  My urges keep burgeoning, and I wish I could let them out the way I want to.  But I'm being patient, and if she wants to take it slow, then that's what I'll continue to do.

When I got home from Shiranda's house, I noticed Taehyung hyung getting ready as I passed by his room.  I walked backward until I was standing in his doorway. 

"Where are you going, hyung?"  "K-Club.  Wanna come?"  "Nah, I think I'll pass."  "Alright.  Lemme know if you change your mind."  I nod and head to my room.  Time to battle these urges.

Shiranda's POV

The club is packed as usual.  It feels so weird not being here with Jimin, but at the same time, I feel right at home, like I'm in my element.  This is where I belong. 

I dance until a guy bumps into me.  He turns around.  "I'm so sorry."  His deep voice fills my ears, his eyes piercing into mine.  I'd know that voice anywhere. 

"Taehyung?  From BTS?  Oh man, holy shit.  This can't be happening."  He laughs, exposing his boxy smile.  "Yeah, that's me.  You're ARMY, I'm assuming?"  "Shoosh yeah.  I mean, who wouldn't be?  Oh wait, idiots." 

He smiles at my response.  "You wanna dance?"  "Hell yeah."  Suga's most iconic part in "I'm Fine" plays, and we start dancing like idiots, Tae doing his dance from that one video edit.

After more dancing, we head to the bar.  We sit down on the stools.  "Look at you, looking like a Gucci model."  I say.  He flips his hair as he makes a face that says, "Thanks, girl.  I know". 

"You don't look bad yourself."  He looks at me intensely, his lips parted before licking them.  He sure knows how to work the charm.  I blush as the bartender appears in front of us. 

"What can I getcha on this fine night?"  "Ah, two Cocks, please."  Taehyung says.  I hide my laughter in the palm of my hand.  "He meant two Cokes."  I correct and the bartender smiles before making our drinks.

"So, what's your name?"  Taehyung asks me, taking a sip of his drink.  "My name is Shiranda.  I freaking love you guys."  "I'm sorry, can you speak more slush?"  "Oh, you want me to speak more slowly?  Sorry."  I repeat my previous words, but more "slush" this time.  "Oooh, that's good."  He replies. 

After getting to know a little bit about me, he pulled me back onto the dance floor.