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Why is the mere idea of a meeting with Kim Taehyung so nerve-wracking?

Was it the fact that I was finally going to do something about my constant 'I'm single' status?

Or was it because it's Kim Taehyung, my best friend that I would probably date?

Or maybe it's because I confessed to a stranger.

Either way, all I wanted to do is to die on my bed and not get up.

"My stomach hurts!" I whined as Yoona got me off the bed in one try. Jimin watched in awe at her strength.

"It's just butterflies," Yoona grunted. "You're heavy."

"Or I'm dying." I pointed out, completely ignoring her remark.

Everyone blankly stared at me, wondering why in the hell did they have such a dramatic friend.

"What? It's a possibility."

"As I said, butterflies." Yoona sighed.

"Well get them out! Kill them all!" I cried out loud as Yoona lay me on the floor.

She punched me in the stomach, making me wince and curl up.

"They dead yet?" She asked.

"No, but I will be." I wheezed out a reply, holding my stomach in pain.

"I don't mind." She shrugged. "As long as you get to your date. Never said you need to be alive."

"Not a date yet." I wheezed out again.

"Alright then." Y/N clapped, pretending that she didn't hear my deranged roommate or me. "You're going to get up and get ready. If you're going down, let's go down in style."

"I have nothing to wear though!" I whined.

Y/N proceeded to open the closet which was full of clothes.

"...well?"

"I have nothing good to wear." I clarified.

"You ace any look." Jimin waved me off, making me groan and smile at the same time. On one hand, he wasn't helping. On the other hand, that was a good compliment.

Yoona then continued to pull out a good looking dress that I never knew I had.

"Oh wow. I never knew I had such a good dress." I commented as Y/N pulled me up.

"We're not gonna dress you. Get up." Yoona pushed me into the bedroom and locked the door. "And you better be out or else!"

"Or else what?!"

A pause. And then...

"Remember what you did on New Year's Eve? Yeah. I have that recorded. I'll show everyone that." Yoona spoke.

"I'LL BE OUT IN FIVE MINUTES!" I shouted as I rushed to get ready.

That day should stay buried deep inside in the past, and I should get her phone to delete that.

"Alright, I'm done." I came out, slightly breathless. "Don't you dare show them." I threatened.

Yoona grinned. "I won't. Not yet anyway."

"Now I'm really curious," Jungkook said, interested.

"One day. I'll tell you," Yoona said as she looked at me teasingly.

Dammit, Yoona.

Glaring at her, I brushed my hair and put it up into a ponytail.

"Well?" I twirled. "How do I look?"

"Like how you do every day," Jimin said, making me smile.

"Perfect. Don't want to try too hard."

"Says the girl who whined about not having anything good to wear."

"Yoona?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

"Okay."

The others laughed as I grabbed my phone and quickly checked myself out in the mirror.

I looked good.

Smiling happily, I wondered how I came this far. From hating my reflection to finally accepting and loving myself.

It took a lot of time, but it's so worth it.

And having two hot dudes having a crush on me boosted my confidence. I mean- that's got to mean something.

"Alright," I spoke up. "I'm leaving. Don't burn the house down. Don't kill each other. Be nice to each other. Alright?"

"Okay." They all chimed, making me nod in satisfaction. "And Yoongi?"

"Hm?"

"You're responsible for my Naruto plushie. That's my baby. If anything happens to it, I'm killing you."

"You have a Naruto plushie?" His eyes shined.

"It's right behind you." Yoona pointed.

"I knew you were going to find it one way or the other so might as well tell you. Take care of it." I said before finally leaving.

Walking slowly towards his apartment, I tried calming myself and muttered the same thing over and over in my head.

You can do this you can do this you can do th-

"Hey." I saw Taehyung wave at me, waiting near the entrance of his apartment.

-you can't do this girl RUN-

"Hey." I waved back.

Time to push this embarrassment aside and do this.

"So..."

"So..."

"..."

".."

"OKAY I DIDN'T REALISE IT WASN'T YOU WHEN I WAS ON MY KNEES UNTIL I LOOKED UP- THAT SOUNDED WRONG- AND I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU THE PERFECT CONFESSION BECAUSE JIMIN SAID THAT IT WOULD BE NICE AND I THOUGHT WHY NOT BUT THAT FAILED AND I CONFESSED TO THE PLUMBER INSTEAD AND I'M SORRY FOR FUCKING IT UP!" I shouted in one breath.

Taehyung blinked twice before bursting into a fit of laughter, making me pause and blush in embarrassment.

"The confession was entertaining to watch." He said, making me slump in failure and relief.

"I should've at least looked up to see who it was but I thought you would be the only one anyway."

"That would've been the case if you came 5 minutes earlier."

"Seriously?!" I groaned.

He laughed again before patting my head. "It's fine, I got the gist of it anyway."

"You better have," I grumbled, feeling dumb yet again. "I don't think I'm going to repeat that anytime soon without feeling the embarrassment."

"Understandably so." He nodded, smiling. "So I'm taking matters into my hands."

I blinked. "Wh-"

"Go on a date with me...please?" He asked, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red as he looked down, displaying a perfect amount of cuteness to kill me.

Fuck.

I wasn't prepared to be attacked like this.

"Of course," I said. "Not like I had anything planned anyway. And I can always make time for my main bitch."

He snorted, rolling his eyes as his face began turning its normal complexion.

"Well, that's great. I wasn't taking no as an answer anyway. Let's go." He said, taking my hand.

"Wait- now?!" I asked, not prepared for any of this.

What is life?

"Yes. Before you or I chicken out because we both are cowards."

"True true." I nodded wholeheartedly, agreeing with his words. "So where are we going?"

He stopped mid-step before walking again.

"I honestly have no idea. Let's just wing it, shall we?" He said sheepishly, making me smile.

"I like that idea."

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Sometimes, you just gotta let life take the wheel and sit back. Trust me, it isn't as bad as it seems. You tend to screw up more than life anyway.

-ilovequackson3000