Seokjin's P.O.V.

"Hmm, the flight was okay. Nope, took my meds. Everything good at home Kook?" I had been too held up to notice that Kook had called more than a couple times. At least he sounds better today so I guess things turned out well. "Great! Have fun, talk to you later." I quickly said as I heard the front door shut with a bang and Hobi's voice filled the house "Jin!"

I smiled hurrying down the stairs "Hobi!" And we threw ourselves at each other. "I missed you so much" he mewled, "I missed you more" I replied with a pout. "No I missed you loads more!" Hobi answered squeezing me some more. "No I-" "Yeah ok. You two missed each other. Understood. Now stop acting like koalas will you." Yoongi grumbled from the couch, we quietly made our way to him and grabbed him in a bear hug, "I missed you too grumpy gramps!" I shouted in his ears squishing him in between us. He grimaced and groaned. "Serves you right for all that yelling earlier" I whispered in his ear as Hobi walked away. After an edgy side glance Yoongi got up and followed behind him into the kitchen.

"Did you eat something?" Hobi asked pulling off his coat. "Yup! Yoongs made me a sandwich" "Want some coffee?" He asked putting down the mugs on the counter as the other put the pot on. "Sure why not" I replied, smiling lightly seeing them like this. They had been head over heels about each other since high school but something had changed since the last time I saw them. They seem oddly complementary to each other, so synced despite their thousand and one differences. I guess that's what loving someone gives you, the understanding that envelopes the differences, the need to understand the one you love.

I want to feel that with someone too; call me a bad friend but I am envious of what Hobi and Yoongs have. But then again, do I dare to rise above of my vulnerability and open up to someone?

"Jin!" Hobi snaps me out of my thoughts "your coffee's getting cold." I grabbed my mug remembering the coffee. "Shower and change into something nice and warm. We're going out for dinner."

Taehyung's P.O.V.

The hinges creaked as I pushed back the door to my house. I placed the backpack on the couch in the middle of the living room and shuffled out of my jacket, pulled off the bandana and ruffled my dusty hair as I went ahead to grab a drink.

Ring ring...

I cursed under my breath and answered the phone. "Get your ass in here! I'm not listening to any of your excuses! I want you here in an hour and don't make me call you again!" I moved considerably away from the phone fearing I'd go deaf. It's Namjoon. "Yeah about tha-" Beep. He had ended the call before I could even finish my sentence. "Guess you will have to wait a while for me sweets" I spoke to the bottle of alcohol in my hand and sighed, placing it back in the cabinet.

I quickly showered and shaved, grabbed a striped button-up dress shirt and paired it with black pants. I hastily pulled on the corduroy jacket which was my go to on chilly evenings. Making my way down the stairs I fixed my hair as well as I could, grabbed my keys, slipped on the most formal-ish shoes I could find and headed out.

I was about to turn down the road to the diner when I got distracted by the sight of  a wandering Seokjin, strolling through the streets and eyes searching around for something. In a whim I followed behind him finally seeing him go inside an electronic goods store. I pondered on waiting in the truck, then figured this is so weirdly unlike me and decided to leave. However, in the end stepped out and walked inside the store. He's new here, unaware of the surroundings and the people here. I told myself, it wasn't a total lie anyway.

I searched around the store and spotted his beige coat. He was frustrated for some reason, talking to the man over the counter with a frown on his face. Suddenly he turned and I stopped in my tracks. We were a few feet apart, I could tell he was surprised to see me there but it wasn't the happy kind of surprise. He walked up to me without breaking the eye contact. "Give me back my backpack" he said in a grim demanding voice. His angry face kinda looks like a hamster, is this supposed to scare me?
"So you finally remember" the urge to smile was way too difficult to cover up. "Stop playing and give it back. I need my backpack, its really important." He spoke through gritted teeth, his frown deepening. "Do you think I am carrying it around for you? I don't have it with me now." I turned around to walk out of the store before he could ask me what I was doing there to which I honestly have no answer. Just as I stepped onto the sidewalk I felt a cold hand wrap around my wrist. "When do you plan to return it?" I turned around to meet his questioning brown eyes. "Tomorrow? Here?" He asked getting worked up now. "Aren't you an eager one huh? Grabbing my hands and asking me out the very day we met?" I taunted him with a sly smirk, I wanted to see how he'd react.

He flushed pink and instantly retracted his grip on my wrist, I'm not sure why but it's strangely satisfying to know I have this effect on him. He lowered his eyes down to the dark asphalt, and for a moment I saw a fifteen year old Seokjin. The image of the shy fumbling boy that I had secretly stored in my head for a long time flashed and in that moment I felt like the eighteen year old me who would give anything to hold this boy in his arms, to tell him I'd not let him feel the cruelty of the world if he'd allow me, that he did not need to fear anything and that I'd be there for him. I had hopelessly failed last time, maybe I could try doing that now.

"How 'bout you give me your number, and I'll tell you when and where to meet" I don't know what I was saying. What am I trying to do? He doesn't even remember me!  He fidgeted a bit and finally looked at me. "Fine." I couldn't stop the smile any longer.

"So, where are you headed?" I asked fisting for my phone in my pocket. "Just down the road" he said pointing towards the road to the diner. "I'm going the same way, I could give you a ride" I offered gesturing towards my truck. He looked indecisive but didn't say no. I handed him the phone and went to unlock my truck "hop on".

Parking the truck by the sidewalk we made our way inside the diner. I could see a few heads turn and more than a few eyes perk up as I entered with Seokjin by my side. Hoseok rose from his seat and greeted us as he made his way to Seokjin, his eyes went back and forth between the two of us. Wait....Seokjin knows Hoseok? Why? How does he know him? Is there something I'm missing....ok, ok,ok. Calm, I need to get calm. I tried to push back the thoughts for now.

"Did you get someone to fix it? Will it work?" He asked the boy by my side.
"It'll take time they said, but since the lens isn't damaged they can fix it thankfully." He replied with a sigh, I realized I was staring at him when Hoseok raised his brow at me questioningly. I snapped my head the other way, suddenly searching the room for Namjoon and saw him gesturing at me. But instead I walked past him to my usual spot, the lone seat by the corner. I wasn't here to revel in celebrations, I was threatened to come here and I wanted Namjoon to know that I do not appreciate that.

"Namjoon requested me to tell you to join the group Taehyung" Jimin came over to inform, the diner is owned by his family so you'd either find him or his sister Joy attending to their customers. Today however both siblings were present to attend the meeting among the committee members of the only orphanage in this town and the lumberjacks who had agreed to work for them, hence the celebration to finalize the contract on the extension of the mansion.

"Nah, just bring me the usual will you" I said indifferently. "Namjoon told me not to serve you alcohol because you'll be driving back home" he tilted his head and smirked. I rolled my eyes, does he really have to boss me around like this! "Dinner will soon be served, you better join the group or you aren't getting any" he said walking away towards the group.

Seokjin's P.O.V.

This is not what I thought dinner a would be like. It's too noisy and crowded, and I am not sure why this short giggly blond boy keeps throwing himself on me which I'm totally not comfortable with! Heck I'm scared I'm gonna lose balance and fall face flat! I am struggling to keep this half assed smile just so they wouldn't think of me as the complete awkward potato that I am.

The next thing I know is my only shield against this situation being pulled away by some people, nooooo Hobi, you can't leave me like this! I scream internally, my eyes instantly searching for Yoongi, but I find him busy discussing something with a group as well. Well Fuck! "Good thing you finally decided to join us" the giggly blond Jimin spoke. "Only here for the food, and because I was threatened". A familiar deep voice spoke over the others around me.

I turned to see, I know I said to scratch away everything good about him but I would be lying if I said his aura does not entice me. There is something about him that I cannot just disregard. He confuses me with his actions, but it is his reactions that make me quiver remembering a long gone memory of someone. And damn does he take looking good to a whole new level in just a button-up shirt and black pants! "I know right, sad he's such a waste for that sour attitude on him". Jimin had caught me checking Taehyung out. My eyes went wide as I turned my head to face his cheeky grin. "But don't worry about competition, I got dibs on that one" he said pointing to a tall man with the cutest dimples and outstanding speaking skills. Well, he's got taste but good luck on your kissing, that's gonna be a tough one. I thought eyeing his small stature.

Dinner was a disaster. Jimin had dragged me to join them while I was still internally screaming for Hobi's help. Bitch really ditched me to struggle in this mess! Namjoon kept talking about stuff that was way beyond what my brain cells could relate to, Joy would often stuff his mouth to stop him from talking and Jimin kept falling off of his chair due to giggling too much. But the weirdest one was Taehyung, he just sat there and stuffed his mouth with food like none of this was happening right in front of him.

His eyes caught mine for a moment, shit I'm staring again! He did not break the eye contact instead picked up some meat with his chopsticks and placed it in my bowl. "You're thinking too much, just eat" he spoke while all the eyes at the table went back and forth on us. "Thank you" I cannot say that my heart didn't just do a somersault at his gesture. He's a fucking conundrum I'm telling you!

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