We were rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Room service!" a voice called out.

I looked at Yoongi. "Was that Hobi?"

"Pretty sure that it was, Kitten," he says as he moves me off his lap. He gets up and walks to the door, opening it and glaring at our friend on the other side. "Have you spent so much money on expensive-ass clothes, that you had to get a second job, Hoba?"

Hobi laughs as he pushes the cart into the room, making Yoongi move out of his way or else he would have been run over by the little wheels.

"You're hilarious, Hyung," Hobi tells him. "And no. I have plenty of money. I just saw the cart when I was coming back from dinner, and told the guy that I would bring it to you, because you were just so tired." Hobi's eyes flick over to me on the couch. "Hi, Cass."

I wave at him. "Hi, interloper."

"Interloper?" he gasps and puts a hand on his chest. "You wound me, Noona."

I roll my eyes at him. "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that, Jung Hoseok? I'm not Korean. The honorifics aren't necessary."

"Maybe I just like pointing out that you're eight years older than I am, Noona."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Hoseok!"

Yoongi is walking back over to us, but stops where he is to look at me. "You're 7 years older than I am? How did I not know that?"

"Probably because Hobi is the only one who knows," I tell him with a shrug. "He was sworn to secrecy, but I really should have known better than to think that would stop him."

"Hey!" Hobi protested. "I'm keeping plenty of your secrets, Cass."

"Oh yeah?" Yoongi asked. He walked over and sat back down next to me on the couch. "Like what?"

"Like how she wants to lick your neck every time she adjusts your collar before you go on stage."

"JUNG HOSEOK!" I yell at him. What the actual fuck? I am never telling him anything. Ever again.

Yoongi chuckles and clears his throat. "Yeah. Uhhh...that one's not really a secret, Hoba."

"What?" I ask, turning to look at him.

"Oh come on, Cassi," he says, tilting his head to the side a little. He's doing it on purpose to expose his neck. "I can see it in your eyes every time we stand that close together."

"Y-You can?" Okay. Apparently I was crap at keeping my own secrets.

"Yep." He leans over and gives me a quick kiss. "It kinda gets me hyped up before I go on stage."

I can't help but giggle at him. My soulmate is fucking perfect.

"Oh God," Hobi groans. "You two are going to be that kind of soulmates?"

"What kind?" Yoongi and I ask in unison.

Hobi points at us, his finger moving from Yoongi to me, then back again, and his eyes go wide. "That kind! That disgustingly cute, finish-each-other's-sentences kind!"

Yoongi and I look at each other and we both shrug. "Maybe."

"There's no maybe," Hobi tells us. "It's too late for 'maybe'. You're already there."

"You're the one that wanted us to be together!" I point out to him. Sheesh. He wanted us together. He didn't want us together. He couldn't have it both ways.

"No. I wanted you to tell him," Hobi said. "I didn't want..." he waves his hand back-and-forth between me and Yoongi again. "This. I just lost my two best friends."

I frown at him. "What? Did we apparate?" I look over at Yoongi. "Oh my Gosh. Where did Yoongi go?"

Yoongi looks down at himself. "Did we just disappear? If I'm invisible, there are so many things that I want to do with this power."

"Oh! Yes! Me, too!" I tell him.

Hobi rolls his eyes and gets up.

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

Yoongi points towards Hobi. "Go touch him. If we're invisible, it'll scare the shit out of him."

I laugh and lean into Yoongi's shoulder. "It's not like it takes much. A moderate wind scares the shit out of him."

Hobi turns around and stalks back over to us, pointing his finger at us again. "You two are ridiculous!" His face softens a little and he smiles at us. "But I am happy for you. Does this mean an end to the dressing room fights? Because I heard a rumor that Yoongi-Hyung is coming back. Or...you're going back to his team, I mean?"

Yoongi and I both laughed. "No," we both say. 

"I mean, yes," I correct us. "I am going to be his stylist again. And yours, and JK's. But no, if we're being realistic here, then it doesn't mean an end to the fighting." 

"It just means that we get to make up after," Yoongi tells him.

"Okay. Ew," Hoseok says, an adorable grossed-out look on his beautiful face. "And on that note. I'm out."

He waves and walks out the door. Yoongi and I look at each other and bust up laughing.

"He's going to need therapy if he spends too much time with us," Yoongi says, still laughing.

"Poor guy," I add. "But really, he's been dropping hints about us since long before we ever knew that we were soulmates. I think he ships us our something."

"He's said that shit to you, too?" Yoongi asks me. "He kept telling me that our fighting was full of so much sexual tension and if we didn't fix it soon, he was going to quit, just to get away from it."

I giggled. "I mean...he wasn't wrong."

"Nope. He rarely is," Yoongi says. He makes a face. "It's kind of annoying, really."

I get up off the couch and walk over to the cart full of food that Hobi wheeled in. "You hungry, baby?"

"Of course," he says, walking up behind me. "Not sure that it's for food, though." He hugs me from behind and presses soft kisses to the back of my neck.

"Food first," I tell him. "I haven't eaten anything all day." My stomach growls like it's trying to prove the point that I just made.

"What? Why the hell not?"

"Yoongi, you have no idea how busy concert days are for us stylists," I tell him. "We never have time to eat."

"That sounds like a human rights violation, Kitten," he tells me as he reaches around me for a fry, popping it into his mouth.

"So does fucking me when I'm dizzy with hunger," I tell him, leaning back against his chest.

"You're right," he says. He leans down and nips at my ear, his voice going deep and husky. "I want you dizzy for a whole other reason, Cassi."

I groaned and turned around in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck. "God, you're fucking sexy, Min Yoongi."

He chuckles and leans down to kiss me. I lick at the salt that the fry left on his lips. He groans and pulls back.

"Food. Now."

I giggle at him and turn back to the food, carrying a plate over to sit on the couch. I open up the little container of honey mustard and dip my chicken in it before taking a bite. It makes me groan because it tastes so good.

"Not sure how I feel about something other than me pulling that noise out of you, Kitten," Yoongi says as he sits beside me with his own plate.

"Sorry, baby," I tell him. "I'm starving, and these are so good."

It doesn't take us long to finish our food, because after his show, Yoongi is just as starving as I am. When we're both finished, he takes our plates and carries them back over to the room service cart. Once he has them loaded up, he pushes the cart out into the hallway. I watch as he puts a 'do not disturb' sign on the door. He gives me one of his trademark Yoongi smirks and holds out his hand to me. 

"Come on, Kitten."

"Are we going somewhere?" I ask him.

"The bedroom. I'm not fucking you for the first time on that damn couch."

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A/N: I'm sorry. But...also not. If you've read Too Good to be True, then you should know how much I love a good build-up. -------Kat