"Oh my God!" a voice says from behind Yoongi. "Did you finally tell him?!"

Yoongi turns without letting go of me, making me turn with him. "You knew? Gee. Some best friend you are."

"Hey, now," Hobi says, pointing a finger at me. "She's my friend, too. I was honor-bound to keep her secret. I just can't believe that she finally told you."

Yoongi looked at me, then rolled his eyes and looked back at Hobi. "She didn't. I figured it out with context clues."

Hobi frowned and looked at me. "Seriously? You didn't tell him?"

"Aren't you supposed to be on stage next?" I asked him.

He turned to look at the TV in the room and saw that JK was just ending his song. "Damnit! This isn't over, Cass!" He yelled at me as he ran out of the room, letting the door close behind him and leaving me and Yoongi alone.

"So..." I said awkwardly. I tried to pull myself away from him, but he wouldn't let me. He tightened his arm around my back. "Yoongi, let me go."

"Not yet," he said softly, his free hand coming up to cup my face.

"JK is going to be back any minute," I tell him.

"Then I should probably make this quick," he says, then he leans in and presses his lips to mine.

It's soft and gentle and not at all what I would expect from Min Yoongi, considering we had spent the better part of two years doing nothing but yelling at each other.

When he pulls back, he's smiling down at me as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. "I have to go and get ready for my song, but we'll continue this later, yeah?"

I nod, searching his eyes for any hint that he's about to tell me that he's just messing with me to get back at me or something. But I don't see any of that. I see his eyes crinkle again as he smiles at me. I see a faint blush color his cheeks. I see him take a deep breath, then lean his forehead to mine for a moment.

"I-I don't want to let you go," he whispers to me.

"You have to."

"Why do I have to?" he asks me, still whispering.

"Because I am not going on stage with you," I tell him with a soft giggle.

"You can be my back-up dancer," he tells me.

"You know that I can't dance, dude," I say. "Plus, all of your back-up dancers are guys."

"Yeah...I guess that might look suspicious," He says with a chuckle. "Can I take you to dinner tonight?"

"No."

He pulls back and frowns at me. "Why the hell not?"

"Because you and the guys always go out to dinner after a show," I tell him. "I'm not getting in the way of that."

"They'd understand," he insists. "If I tell them that I found my soulmate."

"Are you really ready to tell all of them that, Yoongi?" I ask him.

"Whether I am or not, they'll find out," he says, reaching up to touch my cheek. "You know that Hoba has a big mouth. He can't keep a secret to save his life."

"He kept my secret," I point out.

"Maybe I'll talk to him about staying quiet, then tell the guys that I'm tired and just want to sleep," he says. "And we can order room service?"

"And what if someone sees me going into your room?" I ask.

"Then I'll come to yours."

"And what if someone sees you going into my room?" I ask, trying to get my point across. "Plus, I have a roommate when we're on tour."

"You do?" he asks with a frown.

"Of course I do," I say with a laugh. "I'm not anybody important. They used to make us sleep four to a room. They just changed it a few months ago."

"You're important to me, Cassi," he says. His voice is low and husky and I can't help but stare into his eyes. "You were important to me, even before I knew that you were my soulmate."

I know that the look on my face shows how surprised I am by what he just said.

"I was?"

Yoongi sighs. "You really never listen to anything that I say, do you?"

I shrug. "Not really. It's mostly just yelling. Who wants to hear that?"

He laughs and cups my face with both of his hands. "I have feelings for you, silly girl. I have for two fucking years. The fact that you're my soulmate just goes to show that my mind and my heart knew what they were doing, long before I did."

I stare at him for a moment, then I grab the front of his shirt with one hand, pulling him to me. I wrap my other arm around his neck to pull him even closer until I can kiss him. It starts out innocently, a couple of sweet little pecks, but soon enough, his hands are gripping my waist to hold my body to his and he's tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, massaging my lips with his as I happily kiss him back.

Our mouths seem to know what they're doing, because they mold to each other perfectly. Like my lips were made to fit against his. I guess, since he's my soulmate, that they kind of were. Yoongi decides to kick it up another notch, and slides his tongue across the seam of my lips, asking for entrance which I willingly give him.

The first touch of his tongue against mine sends electric sparks down my spine that cause me to tremble a little bit. Judging by the way his body shakes slightly against mine, it has the same effect on Yoongi. He moves one of his hands up to the back of my neck to hold me close as his tongue explores my mouth, causing a tiny moan to escape my throat.

Damn. This man could kiss.

I could already tell that that 'tongue technology' shit was no joke, and we hadn't even gotten to the good stuff. Yet.

We only pull away from each other because we hear somebody calling his name in the hallway.

"Yoongi!"

"Min Yoongi!"

"Has anybody seen Suga? He's on next, and he hasn't even changed his clothes."

Yoongi sighs and drops his arms, stepping back from me. "Guess that's my cue. I'll text you after the show, okay? We'll figure something out for tonight."

I smiled and nodded to him, then watched as he headed for the door.

"Yoongi, wait!" I call out.

He turns to look at me. "What, Kitten?"

I ignore the thrill that runs through me at his pet name, and walk over to a cooler with ice and cold water in it, handing him an ice cube and a freezing cold bottle. He looks at me, clearly confused.

"Your lips are a bit swollen," I tell him with a giggle. I'm more than a little happy that I made them that way. "If you hold these to them, it should take it down enough before you go on stage."

He gives me a bright, gummy smile and kisses me again. "Already taking care of me again. As always."

"Go!" I say and push him out the door.

When the door closes and I'm finally alone, I flop back on the couch. Jungkook comes flying into the room about 30 seconds later, a ball of energy as usual. I get up to get his next outfit and hand it to him, but he pauses and stares at me.

"What?" I ask him.

"Um...What's wrong with your mouth, Noona?" he asks me.

I reach up and cover my mouth with my hand. "What do you mean?"

"It's all swollen," he points out. "Like somebody punched you. Or kissed you really well."

"Jungkook!"

"Sorry, Noona," he tells me with a shrug. "Just calling it how I see it. I hope it's the latter. If somebody hurts my Noona, then I will have to hurt them."

I laugh and push at his shoulder. "You're too much sometimes, Jeon Jungkook. But thank you for caring."

"Are you going to tell me which option it is?" He asks me, his big, doe eyes looking even wider.

"Nope! Go change!"

He rolls his eyes and walks behind the changing screen but keeps talking to me.

"I saw Yoongi-Hyung leaving the room as I was coming down the hallway," he tells me as he tosses his discarded shirt over the top of the screen. "His lips looked the same as yours. Anything you want to tell me, Noona?"

"No, Kookie," I say. I reach for the shirt he took off and toss it in the bag of stuff to be dry cleaned.

"Oh come on," he whines. "We're friends. You can tell me."

I sigh and think about it. Yeah. He was my friend. But just having Hobi know was enough for me. Still...If he saw Yoongi's swollen lips, too, then it was a little obvious. Maybe I should just tell him?

Jungkook walked back out around the screen, buttoning up his shirt for the next vocal line number. I was waiting with the jacket that goes over it. 

"You can tell me, Cassi," he says, reaching for the jacket. "I know how to keep a secret."

I cocked my head to the side and furrowed my brows. "Umm...do you, though?"

"Hey! I've gotten better!" he tells me. "Besides, I can always just tell people that I caught you, whether you tell me what's going on, or not."

I sigh. He has a point. Maybe if he knew the truth, he would keep it to himself.

"Yoongi is my soulmate, Jungkook."

"WHAT?! No way!" he says, his eyes going wide and his eyebrows shooting up in excitement. "How long have you been together? I can't believe that I never picked up on it before."

"We're not together," I tell him. "Yoongi actually just found out like 20 minutes ago."

"Are you sure?" He asks me. "He told me a couple of weeks ago that he had found his soulmate."

"On the app, yeah," I start to explain. "But he just found out it was me. He had suspicions, but not for sure."

"But you knew?" He asks.

I nodded.

"Is that why you asked to be taken off his team?"

I sigh and nod my head. "Yeah. I didn't really want to accept it. All Yoongi and I ever do is fight. It seemed like the universe made a big mistake to me."

"But you don't think that now?" Jungkook asks. He wasn't really being nibby or intrusive. I could tell that he was just really curious. Yoongi and I were both a part of his life and he cares for both of us.

I shrugged. "I don't know what I think now," I tell him honestly. "I really don't know what to think about it. But he wants to try."

"Of course he wants to try," he says with a roll of his contact-altered blue eyes. "You guys are soulmates. There is no try. It just kind of...is, right?"

I shrugged at him again. "I don't know, Jungkook."

Jungkook frowns. "Wait...you're not going to leave me, are you?"

"What?"

"Are you going to ask to be put back on Yoongi duty?" He asks me with a pout. "I like you being my stylist."

"I'm not going to leave, you Jungkook," I tell him. "Yoongi wants me to ask to be put back on his team, but I'm not sure that's the best idea."

Jungkook pulled me into a tight hug. "Good. I need my Noona."

I laughed as I hugged him back. "You'd better go, JK. They'll be calling for you soon."

He pulled back and kissed my forehead. "Thank you, Noona."

I laughed at him. "You don't have to call me that, you know."

"Sure I do," he says with his infamous bunny smile. "You're old. Like ten years older than me. It's polite."

I picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him, but he was out the door before it reached him. 

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A/N: First of all, 'nibby' is the Indiana way of saying that somebody is 'nosey'. We're weird in Indiana. We call a vacuum a sweeper. It is what it is. There is no second of all. That's all that I really wanted to say. I hope that you are all staying safe and healthy. Say some extra prayers for our TaeTae, since he was diagnosed with Covid. ------Kat