Kiss him again ;)

Yes, you read that right. Kiss him again because this time your Yoongi would reciprocate the kiss properly, and will even pull you in close by placing a gentle hand on the back of your neck.

But Morning breath! (Please tell Kim Seokjin to kindly fuck off)

So, threaten your Yoongi to withhold kisses if he doesn't brush his teeth. And there you go! Yoongi will swing his legs over the side of the bed and will finally wake up!!

"Why did you all have to come?" Yoongi groans.

"Because the food is good," Jungkook speaks with his mouth full, pointing at the dish with his chopsticks. Sorah sees how his brows are furrowed and how he is tapping his foot on the ground— tasty food: check.

"But I didn't invite you," the older quips. Jin crosses his arms in front of him, shaking his head, "We totally couldn't miss having such tasty food,"

"Okay, but why today?"

"Because our Sorah reached 30K subscribers on her blog, which calls for a celebration,"

"Good point," Sorah says, fist bumping Jin. Yoongi squints his eyes at her, "Did you invite them over to conspire against me?"

Sorah shrugs and Yoongi drags his eyes over at all the members who are munching down food. He can't help but smile at the scene because as much as he knew that Sorah would get along well with the members, he can't believe food will be their bonding experience.

"This one's less spicy than the other restaurant you had reviewed," Taehyung says, words unclear because of the food in his mouth, "The one which had chocolate pizza,"

Jimin shakes his head, "But that one tasted better than this,"

"I think the restaurant by the Han River was better," Hoseok says. Sorah feels incredibly endeared and grateful to hear them list out the details she had mentioned in her reviews. She looks over at Yoongi who gives her a warm smile in return.

"I think I get why you like to eat strawberry yoghurts," Hoseok chuckles, taking a bite from his container. Sorah smiles warmly at him.

"I think this is going to be new after dinner dessert," Namjoon says. The three are walking in the silence of the night, around the fancy hotel they are staying the night at. The younger members and Jin decided to take a dip in the pool, and Yoongi said he had some work that needed to be done today itself.

"It's been so long since we came outside like this," Hoseok says, "And had so much fun over dinner,"

Namjoon nods, "Having dinner in green rooms was getting boring,"

"I am glad you all came here today, you guys needed a break," Sorah licks the trickling drop of yoghurt from the back of her hand making Hoseok laugh. Sorah pouts, "Don't laugh at me,"

"Oh I didn't mean to make fun of you," Hoseok waves a hand, "It just suddenly hit me why Yoongi Hyung likes you,"

". . . why . .?" Sorah keeps the spoon between her teeth, nervous to hear what Hoseok has to say.

"You don't care about what people think of you," Hoseok says, "We are always surrounded by cameras and opinions of people, right? Having a person in our lives who doesn't care of what people might think of them and understands our priorities is all we can ask for,"

Sorah smiles. Suddenly she's taken back to the time she asked if she'd get hurt when she first met Yoongi. Her heart flutters thinking how far they have come.

"Shit," 

Hoseok and Sorah turn their heads towards Namjoon who has stopped in his tracks with arms awkwardly hanging and eyes on the ground where the container full of yogurt had fallen and spilled on his shoes. He looks up and sheepishly smiles, "Happy 30K,"

"I thought we were sleeping together?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow at Sorah. Sorah sheepishly smiles, "Jungkook and Jimin are sharing a bed, Hoseok and Jin another. And one of the rooms has only one bed so I will take that . . You can share with Namjoon and Taehyung,"

"No, why?" Yoongi whines, strongly denying.

"Hyung, you just hurt me," Taehyung places a hand on his chest for the impact™.

"Jungkook can take the single bed and Jimin can sleep with Joon,"

On cue, Jimin drapes his arms around Jungkook's neck and lifts a leg to awkwardly hug Jungkook but the point is: Jungkook is not going anywhere.

"Rock paper scissors," Jin suddenly says and Yoongi haphazardly throws a random sign.

"Jimin," he announces. Sorah stands there, dumbfounded. When she looks over at the members in question, she realises . . . she is the only one confused here.

"Jungkook," Yoongi says. They play another round and that's how Jin's team (?) ends up with Jimin and Taehyung; and Jungkook and Hoseok end up with Yoongi. Sorah assumes that Namjoon is a referee.

"Ready?" Namjoon says and it only makes sense to Sorah when all of them hold up pillows in their hands. "Fight,"

These guys . . . Sorah sighs.

"Wait, wait, wait," Taehyung suddenly says, "Which team are you on?" he nudges at Sorah. Sorah widens her eyes and hesitates before tilting her head, "Yours?"

"Babe!" "Sorah!" The other team whines and a pillow flies across the room at Hoseok who doesn't hesitate to throw it back. Yoongi is smart enough to crouch and hide behind the bed. (He is the only small and smart one to do that, which is another matter to discuss!)

The game lasts for five minutes before everyone is exhausted, laughing and lying down wherever they can to take a breather. Sorah smiles warmly at Jimin who seems to have already fallen asleep on the mattress placed on the floor.

Taehyung sits up and Sorah bends down to pat his hair when he says, "Can you go and kiss him or something so he can be nicer?" he rubs his cheek, "he hits too hard,"

"I thought you knew all of his quirks by now," Sorah laughs.

"Quirks?" Taehyung sighs in exhaustion, "Those are rude evil little things he does that make him mean,"

"Oh you are just fine," Sorah ruffles his hair (internally grossing out because he's all sweaty, they all are in fact) "He loves you,"

"Literally you are the only one he is not mean to," Taehyung chuckles, "What did you do to get on his nicer side,"

"You know," she winks.

"You're as mean as him,"

And he falls back on the mattress to join Jimin in his sleeping feud. Sorah shakes her head before walking to Yoongi who is now sitting on the floor, massaging his legs after crouching down for so long.

"Hi," Sorah says, kissing him lightly and patting his hair, "Great game,"

"Right?" Yoongi chuckles, "That double bed is ours now,"

Sorah scoffs and looks at the members, "All of them seem like they'll fall asleep on the floor. Geez, where do they get all this energy to play all day," and then she looks at Yoongi, "where do /you/ get so much energy?"

"Your kisses," he cheekily says, earning a smack on his arm from her.

And then Sorah just stares at him. Not because she is dumbfounded at his cheesiness, but because these days she's found herself doing just that. Small instances like these bring back the sweet memories of their first meeting.

"I have a good taste in everything,"

Oh, how flustered she was that day that the special ice tea from the barista failed to cool her down.

"I didn't expect you to advertise your dislike for me," Yoongi squints his eyes playfully, "You don't like to advertise much of anything,"

Sorah's eyes soften, a familiar lovesick smile (which Jin hates) paints her lips, "I believe I have advertised how incredibly gorgeous you are,"

There it is again, Yoongi thinks, the need of hiding in a hole because holy shit— he'd melt under her gaze. But then he sees his reflection in the glass window and skeptical eyebrows raise, "I think you're stretching my credibility at the moment. My hair is a mess, my cheeks are red and I am little suspicious of my nose,"

Sorah chuckles, "Your nose is red too," she taps it with her finger, ever so softly.

Yoongi releases an outrageous huff and tries to hide his face by looking away, but Sorah cups his face. She'd never let him go.

"I haven't seen anything more gorgeous in my life,"

And it hits Yoongi like a storm and he's rummaging inside his pant's pockets before taking out a box. A velvet one.

Sorah sees it and immediately places her hands on his to stop him, before he could open it, "I haven't seen anything more gorgeous in life but I would still prefer you to look like more . . . . uh presentable,"

And then the lingering silence gets interrupted by a chorus of laughter and claps. "Hyung, I can't believe you," Taehyung groans.

"Oh my, I really thought I'd end up puking on the bed," Jin grimaces.

"Hyung, you can't propose while you look like a steamed bun!" Jungkook scolds.

"Will I have to be so . . . cheesy when I fall in love?" Jimin widens his eyes in realisation and he's shaking his head, "Never doing that,"

And Sorah chuckles as Yoongi tries to act as if nothing happened and she can't help but pull him into a deep kiss, ignoring the gagging and coughing sounds from the rest of the members. He smiles in between the kiss when he can taste the strawberry yogurt on her lips.

That's when Yoongi realises that perhaps love can be as simple as the strawberry yoghurt— pure, light, sweet and tangy.