I sigh, I just finished another chapter of my book. I turn my phone off, and put it on the charger since it's​ at 15% battery. I look towards my left arm, soon going into a slight daze. While in the daze I reach with my other hand and pull my left sleeve up reveiling the 20 red lines on my entire forearm. I then take my right hand, slowly running my index finger down every cut. When Hoseok and I.....liked each other very much last night, he must have been to busy with....the second me, to notice my arm or he would have said something. I realize that I can feel the marks, because they bump up, like a hill on my arm. I run my finger on it again, trying to at least remember why I cut. Seeing as I can't. But a voice brings me to life again.

(So..this story is actually somewhat important to me, not the ship right? But like Yoongi's emotions and thoughts and everything like that and just... I'll explain it eventually but this book even then, especially then, was and is important to me.)

"Is that why you have jackets, and long sleeves on all the time?" I snap my head up to see the one and only Hoseok.

"I don't always where jackets and long sleeves." I say, trying to distract him as I pull down the sleeve to my shirt.

(Here's his outfit)
(And omw I love him rn, well I always do, just even more, is that possible? Ok, I'll stop now)

I looked at him, as he began to speak.

"Yeah, when?"

"I wear t-shirts all the time." I agrue

"With jackets over them." He argues back, making a rather good point. I pout crossing my arms, sitting criss cross, and looking down making a "hmph" noise.

"Yeah. So?" I say, still throwing a fit slightly.

"Why, is it to hide your arm?" He ask, serious now. I don't look at him, and stay quiet, making my answer obvious. The bed sinks in near my feet. I look up finally to see him looking at me, sadness in his eyes, I look away again.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Tell me the truth, YoonGi."

"I don't remember." I hear a sigh escape from his mouth. I start getting scared what if he tells the others? I look at him.

"Hobi?"

"Yeah?" He ask, looking back at me.

"You... won't....you won't tell...right?" I say, basically begging, and me, I don't beg, well that may not be entirely true- AISH shut up stupid mind!

"No, why? Did you think I would?" He ask looking at me as if he wanted to laugh. I look away again embarrassed.

"Possibly." I stated. Still looking away. I hear him giggle. I turn back to say something, only to feel lips pressed against mine, and a hand on my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him a bit closer to me. He pulls away, and put his forehead on mine, smiling cutely.

"I love you YoonGi~" He says in a sing-song voice. I smile back at him a return his feelings.

"Love you to, ya big idiot." We both laugh, still embracing each other. I really didn't want to, but I had to let go. I still had work to do after all. I sigh pulling away.

"Sorry, but I got work to do." I say getting up, only to be pulled back down into his lap.

"But hyung~" He complains. I smile, leaning on his chest.

"I have to, you have stuff to do also." I immediately regretted saying that as I hear a dark chuckle.

"I have something to do all right." Aaand, let's just say, I'll be sore in the morning.