"Right." I eyed Yoongi skeptically after his little self-realization, "So, just to clarify," I asked, trying to pull the story together to make some sense of it, "you ruined your own story; created a portal and brought me into it because..." I raised my eyebrow at him, waving my hand as a way to beckon some sort of explanation from his flattened lips. In all honesty, it looked as if he had no logical reason himself. Maybe he was going to pull out the whole, 'you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and I wanted to take you home like you were Chinese take-out.'

Sounds like something Taehyung would say.

Yoongi bit his lip as he averted his eyes from me, seemingly trying to find a way to explain the situation without sounding like a Taehyung 2.0. After a few seconds, his eyes met mine and he hesitated slightly, his head bouncing back and forth as if at war with itself for what it was about to say.

"I thought you could... fix everything."

I burst into laughter at the thought of me actually fixing something for once, "Oh yes," I ridiculed, wiping an invisible tear from my eye, "the unemployed adult was going to be the savior to your destruction."

Yoongi's hand reached up for the nape of his neck and his eyes followed the direction, "Well, I didn't know you were unemployed at the time." He muttered indignantly, his eyes falling back to my figure in harsh disappointment, "and if I had have known what you were like, it definitely wouldn't have happened."

I tried to pretend that that didn't hurt. After all, it was coming from the human equivalent to Antarctica; he wasn't really one to be saying anything about personalities. Besides, it wasn't even my fault – any of this.

"I at least tried to do what you asked," I shot back, narrowing my eyes at him, "Despite the fact that I had no obligation to do it in the first place."

"Tried?" Yoongi laughed sardonically, "Don't kid yourself. You didn't try to do anything." He shoved a finger against his chest, speaking as if each word left a disgusting taste in his mouth, "I was always picking up after your mess."

True, but that was mean.

"Well you know what?" I shoved a finger straight into the direction of his nostril, forcing him to step back in surprise, "I think I will go home, and-!" Our chests touched as I came closer – close enough for me to kiss him. It was then that the realization struck me – I was all up in Yoongi's grill. My anger was almost misplaced for a moment. The smell of him infiltrated my own nose and the thought of having my lips against his had briefly knocked my train of thought of it's rails. I could see it in his eyes too, the acknowledgement of our position – of what we could do...

And then I found my words again.

"And- and I won't write the fucking story!" I finally said, heaving a blubber of stuttering and pent up annoyance, "And you and all your little mafia buddies can crumble along with this book!"

Fuck, I'm an idiot.

I'm sure Yoongi could see it all over my face - Me, asking my brain why in the fucking world it just went all goo goo for a second there and wrecked my threat. What a pure, cliché shoujo manga scene.

Why did I have to be a horny piece of shit all the time?!

I stepped backwards quickly, regaining my composure and watching as the expression on Yoongi's face slowly shifted from shock to confusion. It seemed as if he himself had been caught in whatever that magical atmosphere was and had just realized it. The air was suddenly silent and weird – a lot different than what it usually was.

Well, except for all the times I've purposely filled the air with hormonal lust.

Yoongi's mouth opened for just a moment, but nothing came out of it. It was almost as if he was temporarily mute. It felt a little like he was over-reacting, I mean, I'd done horny things to him plenty of times, and he'd just reacted in disgust and distaste – and now, just because we became chesty besties, he's suddenly in the mood or something.

What a whacko.

Unfortunately, neither of us got to speak, for the moment we tried again at it, the door to Jin's room came flying open and in came the hoard of gangsters – Taehyung being one of them. Both Yoongi and I whipped towards the intruders, but we had little time to prepare ourselves for their arrival.

Contrary to what I originally thought – because I'd forgotten what Yoongi said about losing his powers - it turned out Yoongi was not invisible anymore, which meant Taehyung could see him ever so clearly, and Taehyung made sure everybody knew.

He stomped into the room all villain like, and as soon as his sights landed on Yoongi, his eyes widened exponentially. I watched as the immediate realization registered on his face, and in a second he was headed towards Yoongi and I with his finger arched at my mint haired companion.

"There he is!" He yelled out to Jungkook as he made a beeline for Yoongi, "We've caught you!"

Yoongi, who'd obviously never been in such a position without the ability to hide, could be found crouching behind me like some scared child behind their mother. His eyes were wide like he was a deer caught in the headlights of a car and his hands immediately perched themselves in surrender.

I quickly glanced behind me at Yoongi, and although I was still in the mindset that I wanted to give this world and all the people living in it the middle finger, I figured I'd help him out. After all, there were some feelings involved.

Mainly the cliché feelings that build up to angry sex.

Widening out my arms to protect the mint haired man, I faced the blonde with ferocity. I could see Yoongi's pleasantly surprised face in my peripheral and it only drove me to protect him further. It was probably the only time he didn't look annoyed at me.

"Fuck off, Taehyung." I hissed at the blonde, "You can't have him." For lack of better words.

The room seemed to come to a pause at my statement. I swore even Yoongi was looking at my strange.

Taehyung's surprise melted into smugness at my gesture, "Come on, Y/N," he tutted as he came closer, "you know you belong to me." When he noticed that I was backing further into Yoongi's arms, his face darkened. I watched as his hand slithered towards the back of his pants where the handle of a gun appeared.

"If you let me have him now, I'll let him live." His ultimatum was sinister and promising.

Now, this would have been all breakfast and toothpaste to me back about two hours before, but now I was aware that if I died, there was no rewriting scenes – which meant there was a likely chance I would die in the story and so would Yoongi.

I sighed internally.

Fuck me, man. 

A/N: 

We are nearing the end of this not so beloved book! 

Do yall think the sudden romance scene was a little random? 

Good. That's exactly what it was intended for :D Chaotic asffff

The other night I was on a flight from my dad's to my aunt's town and the plane got stuck in a storm :D There was a hell lot of turbulence and in the background there was this girl crying cuz she thought we was about to die and then another girl just laughing like she wanted to die- 

I was just clenching my buttcheeks like a bodybuilder-

Sure, Briar might want to crash on an aircraft but I do not. 

So the plane went round and round the town for over half an hour and then finally we landed. 

Then I figured out that my ride to my aunts was at a totally different airport, an hour away :D 

Anyway

What do you think is going to happen next?