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“Y/N, I WAS WINNING! IT’S NOT FAIR!”
That way too loud voice when arguing about videogames always met a mix of different laughter. Jimin’s used to be the most heard one, bubbly and accompanied by his body almost falling of the sofa. In the other hand, Jungkook usually started clapping or hitting the nearest thing he could find. Y/N couldn’t even grin properly, busy as she was trying to block all the cushions Taehyung was throwing at her.
“YOU KILLED YOURSELF ON PURPOSE!” Taehyung kept screaming, his face getting red. He could barely hold his own laugh. “THAT’S CHEATING!”
The familiar scenario always repeated itself, even if there had just been some months since they met. Y/N –Yoongi’s little sister– had decided to move to Seoul. She was a bit hesitant about meeting the guys at first, even more about going to their dorm. However, she soon found out that the easiest way to spend time with her brother passed by being there.
It all started as a joke, actually. She had picked some things from her flat, stolen Yoongi’s pillow and said she wouldn’t move from the living room until he came back from the studio. She didn’t expect them to go with it, but they did. Taehyung and Jimin took pity on her. A few hours later, they founded the “AGUST D’s Watch”. By the time he got home, Jungkook had joined in; they had seen way too many YouTube cat videos and were enjoying a heated conversation about anime. He didn’t even complain, maybe because it was 4 AM.
Everyone embraced the routine with ease. Well, despite that time Jin forced them all to promise they wouldn’t be noisy after midnight. It had also sort of backfired, since they sure made good use of the hours before. Anyway, the guys were used to having her around, even if it was once a week.
“Stop messing with Tae, guys”, Namjoon intervened, with a serious expression and one earphone in his left hand. “The neighbours are really going to sue us some day, and you know who’s going to get scolded because of it? Yeah, that’s right, they’ll blame me for everything.”
Y/N hadn’t even realised he was there, so suddenly hearing his voice made her jump in her seat. She looked at him, surprised. The triangular shape of her eyes resembled her brother’s, but it was difficult to tell when she opened them so wide. That good chance wasn’t missed. Before she could even blink, one of the cushions had landed on her forehead. Y/N grabbed it, visibly annoyed, before turning her attention to Taehyung. His smirk was the graphic description of a victorious feeling.
“Then you should join us!”, said Jungkook in a cheerful tone. “You’re going to get scolded anyway, right?”
Namjoon buffed at the youngest’s attempt to make that sound logical. “And end up deaf or with a broken bone? No, thanks, I’m good.”
Jimin knew he probably shouldn’t say anything, but he couldn’t help it. The temptation was too much. Out of habit, he covered his smile with one of his hands while pointing at him.
“It’s not like you need our help to get injured...”
At that, even Taehyung and Y/N stopped bickering. Jungkook failed at a light–hearted attempt to hold back a laugh. Jimin slowly retracted back into the couch, but he was still grinning. Namjoon opened his mouth, but the sound of keys entering the door lock interrupted him.
“OPPA!” Now it was Y/N who shouted loudly.
She ran to the hall, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t excited. It was almost three weeks since she had a conversation with her brother. Y/N knew he was really busy –all of BTS were– and she wouldn’t have minded... If it wasn’t for something she wanted to tell him. Her enthusiasm drew the softest smile on Namjoon’s face. The one that let his dimples show, actually.
When the door opened, it turned out not to be who she was waiting for. Instead, a confused Hoseok appeared. A black gym bag rested in his right shoulder. His expression soon changed to amusement as the dancer’s eyes lit up.
“I don’t think your brother would like to hear you go around calling guys “oppa”, Y/N.”
She rolled her eyes and closed the door after him. Hoseok tilted his head to the side, a lock of dark hair slightly moving from his forehead. Under the artificial light and a bit upset, he thought she looked like Yoongi. Or maybe it was the black hoodie.
“Hobi, don’t be like that.” She scrunched her nose. “It’s just a word. In fact, you’re older than me; I’m supposed to call you that. Stop watching dramas, they’re weird...” Y/N took a step forward and she looked like she was going to hug him, but stopped. “Ew, you’re sweating! Were you practicing now!? It’s late!”
His mouth adopted a familiar heart shape as he giggled in disbelief. One of her most characteristic traits was how unobservant she was. His grey T–shirt was wet and adhering to his body, he was dressed in sporty clothes and he had a towel around his neck. But sure, classic Y/N wouldn’t have noticed until the last minute.
“It’s not that late and Jimin usually comes too, instead of...” He replied while walking into the living room and raised an eyebrow. “What are you exactly doing?”
Saying the scenario was a mess would be an understanding. They surely hadn’t been waiting for Y/N to continue with the fun. No one had picked up the cushions and they were all over the place, Jungkook and Taehyung were doing some kind of weird meme faces and Jimin had fallen to the floor, laughing. Namjoon, in the furthest seat from them, had returned to listening to music. He was jamming to who–knows–what and moving his arms, unaware of his surroundings.
“I don’t even know anymore”, she admitted with a shrug. “I don’t think they know it either.”
Hoseok shook his head and pat her shoulder before leaving to take a shower. Y/N sighed, realising her mood was getting bluer. Maybe she should just give up and admit Yoongi had no interest in talking to her. It hurt a bit to think like that, though. Was she being too annoying? For what she knew, he could even be doing it on purpose. Maybe Jin was texting him now from his room, telling him to wait a bit longer before returning. Maybe he had asked him to do so. Maybe they all wanted her to leave. Maybe... Did it even matter?
She left her body fall on the couch. It was pointless to pretend and she didn’t even try to. Y/N just lied there, mindlessly scrolling through her Instagram feed and answering with uninterested “hums” to whatever the guys were saying. At the third time she didn’t even smile to one of Jungkook’s jokes, he took her phone away from her.
“Noona!” His voice went up. “What’s going on with you now?”
If she hadn’t been upset, she would have smiled at that. Both of them shared a tendency to be low–key aggressive when taking care of other people. It was never “Please, take care” but “Don’t be stupid and get hurt, idiot”. Others were surprised by their behaviour, but they understood each other.
“Am I a bother to Yoongi? Is he mad at me?”, she blurted out.
That gained everyone’s attention. Except Namjoon, sure, who still had his earphones on and was writing something in a notebook while murmuring gibberish. Tae was still looking to the screen, playing Mario Kart –Y/N didn’t even know when they had started playing that game–, but his head was angled to the side. He was definitely listening. In the other hand, Jimin did look at her. His reward for it was his car comically falling to the void.
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, Y/N”, Jimin said. “You know he’s busy, that’s it. You’re overthinking.”
“Yes, he’s busy, but...”
Some time ago, she would have brushed everything off with a joke. Probably one about how it was difficult to take Jimin seriously while he was playing as Toad. But that wouldn’t have made her feel any better. She knew they would be upset if she lied. The voice of Taehyung was almost playing in her head. “You don’t trust us enough or what is your problem?” He would say something like that.
“There’s no but, noona.” The youngest started to fix his fringe to avoid it getting on his eyes. “We spend a lot of time with him, remember that. Stop getting so sad and acting like he doesn’t care; it’s not fair. You don’t know how he gets when he’s actually angry.”
At that last remark, Y/N’s face twitched.
“Well, you’re right about that! I don’t. There’s a lot of things about him that I don’t know, or that I knew but aren’t true anymore. He left so long ago and I’ve barely seen him since. He’s... He has changed a lot. It’s so frustrating.”
“I don’t know what to do”. Her voice cracked, making the last sentence difficult to hear and understand. However, it didn’t matter. What she said was something they had also went through every time they had visited their families. Mom’s haircut was different, their pets were older, some room had a different distribution or a sibling was taller than last time. Little reminders of their position as idols, of things having a cost.
With those thoughts on their minds, the cheery music coming out of the TV seemed out of place. Bowser was happily driving in the road as the winner of the race. Taehyung was now seriously staring at her, and she knew he would say the right words. He always did.
“That’s true, Y/N, and I’m sorry. But I miss home too, you know? Everyone does and there’s nothing realistic to do about it. You’re here now, not there. You’re lucky because you can start over. And thinking and saying those things isn’t going to help you.” A familiar square–shaped smile appeared on his face. “So, are you ready to lose again?”
«I can start over», she thought. Even that night, she could reset it and make the atmosphere go back to how it was. Feeling suddenly aware of her actions, she nodded and returned his smile. She had tried a lot of options; maybe she could try that too.
The hours quickly went by, a common occurrence whenever they were together. They played games and danced in a ridiculous manner. Even Namjoon joined in, which led to one of the funniest karaoke impromptus they ever heard. The meet up ended when someone realised Taehyung was asleep in the couch. Jungkook wanted to wake him up, but they ended up convincing him to just carry him to his bed. «Because you are strong enough, right?»
Jimin and Y/N cleaned up the living room, making it look almost normal. There were no longer cushions all over the floor or glasses on the table, at least. A while later, Y/N was alone in the couch and chatting with some friends in Kakao Talk. She didn’t see the figure that entered in the room.
“You’re going to stay here tonight, right? It’s too late for you to go home.”
She raised her head, unable to hide her surprise. Why did Namjoon always startle her? The tall man was offering her one of his spare blankets. His friendly smile made her remember of all those times she had felt like touching his dimples. She wouldn’t ever try to, though. It could end as an awkward situation way too easily for her liking.
“Ah, thank you.” As she spoke, she realised her voice had gotten raspy. A consequence of both the night and her being too loud earlier. “Yes, I think I’ll stay here... I’m too tired to go home anyways.”
For a moment, Namjoon looked as if he was considering saying something or not. He was careful with others and didn’t forget it hasn’t been that long since they met. He was aware that he could accidentally hurt Y/N’s feelings. He appreciated her... And didn’t want Yoongi to kill him either.
In the end, he talked.
“Y/N, I...” Namjoon tilted his head, trying to find the words. “Look, just take care, ok? Don’t spend all night awake and waiting for him. You two will talk soon, I’m sure of it. Try to get some rest.”
Y/N’s silent nod told him she understood. Her face looked relaxed and her eyes, as if she was deep in thought. He turned around and headed to his room, but an unexpected answer made him stop midway.
“You shouldn’t worry so much about me, Namjoon. Or others in general. You have to rest too and worry about yourself a bit more. There are so many things in your head, all day long...”
He didn’t reply, but Y/N saw his shy smile when he closed the door.
She actually tried to stay awake for a bit longer, but it didn’t work out as expected. The thing was that even herself realised she was going to fall asleep. It started with a «maybe I’ll change into my pyjamas». Then it was an «I could lie in the couch instead of sitting». She lost at «It’s kind of cold, I’ll cover myself with the blanket». She knew all of that led her to sleeping, but she was tired. And who knows, maybe he wouldn’t feel like talking when he saw her.
When Yoongi arrived home, his sister was deeply asleep.
He was used to entering in the dorm late, so he didn’t make much noise. The door creaked a little when he closed it, though. The rapper didn’t give it much thought, assuming everyone to be already asleep. That’s why he let out a silent laugh when he arrived to the kitchen, his chest raising and falling.
“Hyung, I seriously thought someone had broken in”, Yoongi said, confessing his assumption. “You scared me.”
Maybe other person would have asked what was Jin doing so late into the night, but Yoongi didn’t ask obvious things. Even less when there was a bowl of cereal in the table and Jin had his «I’m enjoying food and life» face on.
“Gah, I’m sorry. I went to the bathroom and then got hungry.” He explained it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Y/N left some food in the fridge for you, if you feel like eating. It’s nice when she makes us dinner.”
Yoongi had already opened the fridge when he said that, and directed a questioning look to him.
“She was here again? This girl...”
There was some silence while Yoongi set up his dinner. His second dinner, actually, but he was hungry again and didn’t really feel like disappointing Y/N either. She would get upset if she felt as if he was rejecting her, he knew that much. Jin didn’t look at him, but at the carefully dropped in the floor bag instead. It was big and heavy. At the least, for someone as small as he thought Yoongi was. How did he manage to carry that around?
Jin took a sip of water before giving it a second try.
“You know, she’s still here. She’s asleep on the couch.” When Yoongi raised an eyebrow without giving any response, he got bolder. “Things have to change, Yoongi. This can’t be.”
There it was. He had shared his room with Jin for long enough time to know when he was beating around the bush. Even if he disliked that, he was patient when it came to Jin. He wouldn’t be like that unless he was nervous about telling him something. Plus, he didn’t take long to actually say what he wanted to.
However, this topic also made him feel uneasy. This whole situation with his sister made him worry about the guys getting tired of her. He couldn’t blame Jin for thinking the way he did, though. There were a lot of reasons why she probably shouldn’t be there, but still... It was Y/N. Yoongi knew she thought of them as her friends. To be honest, they seemed to reciprocate that feeling. But then, one of them would try to start the conversation he had been avoiding for months. What was he supposed to say? «I’m sorry, I’ve tried to be rational about this but it’s my sister and I won’t let you hurt her feelings»? That was the truth, but it was also too likely to start a fight.
He sighed.
“I know, but... Look, she’s my family. I don’t–”
“What are you talking about?” Jin interrupted him, his expressive body language giving away his surprise. “That’s why you have to talk to her!”
Yoongi raised his head, not even attemping to hide how his friend’s behaviour was confusing him. Maybe he was sleeping and all of this nonsense was only a dream. It was actually a plausible explanation, since he didn’t remember Y/N’s cooking being near that good.
At first, he didn’t say a word. Every single cell and atom in his body felt suddenly way too heavy. Was this even a conversation to have so late into the night? Probably not. He still felt like he had to get over and done with it, though. Jin had never seemed so intimidating to him. Where did this vulnerability come from? He was his friend, he hadn’t changed a bit. Jin was still the same guy with the broad shoulders, the dumb jokes Jimin laughed at and a caring spark on his eyes. Yoongi couldn’t remember having a serious fight with him. «Stop freaking out and resolve this already, you’re an adult», he told himself.
“Hyung, last time I checked you were worried about her disturbing the neighbours and making the guys even louder than usual. I thought that’s what you wanted to tell me about.” Yoongi was a person who didn’t like confrontation, but liked lying even less. So he made the effort to maintain eye contact. It was important to prove he was serious about this. “Was I mistaken, then?”
At that, Jin stopped eating. He let out a loud hiss and shook his head in annoyance. The oldest’s pastel coloured T–shirt was a huge contrast to the upfront attitude he was showing. As usual when he was bothered, Jin’s eyes were wide open. Yoongi could feel his whole body stiffing a bit, aware of how long his bandmate could rant. It wasn’t intentional, only a triggered self–defence mechanism.
“What planet have you been living in? Ah, seriously, Yoongi.” He shook his head again. “We talked about that a lot time ago and things have been good since. They keep their part of the deal, Y/N’s a nice girl... To be honest, she’s more fun than you most of the time.” Jin chuckled and even Yoongi himself laughed a bit. “I’m worried about you. How do you think the others feel, having their siblings so far away? Jimin’s going to strangle you one day, gah...”
“Is he really? I guess I’ve been neglecting my sister a lot, if I made Jimin upset. He’s good at controlling his emotions. Don’t tell him I said that, though, he would just deny it.” Yoongi sighed. “I’ll talk to her, but it’s weird. She’s not usually like this.”
Jin shrugged and stood up, taking his now empty bowl with him. He didn’t know Y/N that well to say if she was acting any different. Sure, she didn’t use to visit them as frequently, but maybe it was just her becoming more attached. He thought about something to say as he washed the bowl, not being the type to just leave it for later.
“Maybe she’s worried about something. I like talking to my family when I’m feeling distressed.”
Jin’s statement was followed by some silence. A few moments later, Yoongi changed the topic. They talked a bit about their respective days and how they’d spend their time if they were given a short break. Both of them relaxed, returning to the mindless chatter they were used to hold together.
They were comfortable around each other, but not very sure of how to approach their respective concerns. They didn’t have a habit of discussing different points of view, since they got along well. In this case, it was a disadvantage. They found it hard to discuss any disagreements. How could you know what would bother someone you’re not used to have an issue with? Stepping out of that battlefield and returning to common ground was refreshing. Despite that, their conversation was brief.
Jin went back to sleep, leaving Yoongi alone. He soon found himself stepping in the living room, smiling a bit when he found his sister asleep and hugging a cushion. She had been doing that since she was a little kid. A kid he left home, who had now returned as a grown woman. A feeling he hadn’t a name for made his chest hurt at that thought.
“Sleep tight, Y/N. I love you.” Even if he knew she couldn’t hear him, he said it.
Yoongi kissed her forehead before heading to his room.
She didn’t wake up until late in the morning. Light had entered the living room a long time ago. Some sun rays were hitting her right in the face. But what had made her open her eyes was Hoseok’s laugh. It sounded vibrant and full of energy, as it always did. She stepped in the kitchen, not giving a second thought to the fact she was still in her pyjamas.
Y/N didn’t expect him to be there. There was no reason for him not to be, it was a Saturday morning. But she still didn’t.
Dressed all in black, as he liked to do, and talking excitedly to Hoseok. The latter was having breakfast and his hair was almost as bad of a mess as Y/N’s own. She froze in place, unsure of what to do. Lucky her, they both noticed her presence quickly.
“Stop getting to bed so late, your sleep schedule is going to mess up badly.” Yoongi said, a faint smile on his face.
She looked at Hoseok for a moment, whose reassuring eyes calmed her. She had to stop overthinking, no matter if it was hard to do. «He’s just my stupid brother, not royalty». A thought his fans on the Internet would strongly disagree with, though.
Y/N gathered all the courage she could find in her heart before making an approach. When she finally hugged him, it wasn’t in the enthusiastic manner she was used to hugging her friends. She did it carefully, almost asking for permission to do son, almost expecting to be rejected.
“Look who’s talking, the king of all–nighters. You know you’ve got it bad when half the world is telling you to get some rest.”
Yoongi was hugging her back, his arms holding her tight. The way his body shook told her he was laughing silently. He was skinnier than she remembered, but not by much. Even if she didn’t want to let him go yet, Hoseok was still there. He might not want to watch an entire episode of their family drama while chewing a toast.
“Ok, smartass, we’re going out for breakfast and then I’m taking you home”, he replied, not without a smirk. “So hurry up and get ready. Jungkook could wake up any minute and then he’d convince you to stay here for eternity.”
His remark made her stick out her tongue before turning around, which made the perfect occasion for Hoseok to mess with her. Only a little bit.
“Yah, hyung, being here so often is messing with her head.” He pointed at Y/N, his voice mixed with a bit of laughter. “Last night I arrived and she went and started calling me oppa, it was so weird.”
By the moment he finished his sentence, she was already in the hallway. She wouldn’t bother to go back just to reply, but a whiny «Hobi, why did you do that!?» was clearly audible. The rest of it was more difficult to understand, but it seemed to be related to throwing cushions or something of the sort.
Y/N didn’t take long to dress up and Yoongi kept true to his word. He showed her his favourite café and ordered his beloved Americano. It was a quiet place, with good lightning and decorated with lots of plants. Perhaps a bit too pricey, but Yoongi hadn’t a problem with that if it meant avoiding crowds. Y/N had a legendary sweet tooth, so he wasn’t surprised when she ordered a thing with more whipped cream than actual coffee.
The café had an appealing aesthetic. The round tables weren’t so small to be uncomfortable and all of them had a small succulent plant on the centre. There were big windows that made it easy to look at the streets and get lost in thought. A scent of coffee and vanilla in the air was easily recognised, pleasant but slight. The bricked walls had one or two landscapes of Seoul hanged on them.
Yoongi seemed interested in the photography and the angles chosen, but Y/N could only look at him. If people recognised him, they didn’t step out of their way to act on it. That was something she had to be thankful for, since she was already having a hard time as things were. It was difficult for her to focus on their conversation. She was too busy looking at him, at the bags under his eyes and a skin that seemed paler than usual.
Was she being too selfish? Probably, she thought. But she still felt it was important she talked to him, she found the right way to tell him that...
“So, are you having some trouble you want to tell me about?” The question forced her to stop her train of thought.
Here was it. The conversation. She had been waiting for this moment for weeks, but now that it was here, it didn’t seem right. How did she even start it? What words should she choose? Y/N bit her lip, forgetting about her lipstick and how it could colour her teeth. She had been thinking about it literally seconds ago, but now, it didn’t seem right.
So she lied.
“Nothing serious. I only wanted to know what you’re working on now. You spend so much time at that studio...”
Oh, that was such a bad lie. She knew it and Yoongi knew it too. Even if he didn’t believe her and frowned, he still went with it and started talking about his project. Because he wouldn’t want her to force her to share something she didn’t want to, he let it slide and both of them were aware of it. Both knew she hadn’t say the truth and both of them shared a fear it would matter more than what they wanted it too.
Y/N didn’t interrupt him, not even a single time. Hearing him talk about his passion was something she would have never interfered with. She loved the way his eyes lit up, even if he was describing a problem with the bridge between too different tunes. And even if she couldn’t understand a lot of the technicalities, she nodded and let him go on. It made her feel as if they were both home again. As if he wasn’t a famous idol known all over the world. As if he was just her brother sharing his interests and emotions.
Back to the car, the conversation had somehow died. Both had a lot to think about. It was now Y/N’s turn to try to say something, she thought. She was the one who had ruined it all before. So she took her eyes away from the streets and looked at him.
“Thank you for taking me back.” One of her hands put a lock of her black hair behind her ear. “I know how much you hate driving. I appreciate it.”
It wasn’t enough.
Yoongi answered with a grunt, not being good at taking compliments. Besides, he really hated driving. It forced him to put a lot of attention and try to predict the stupid things other people could do. And honestly, Yoongi thought people could be limitlessly stupid. The fact his life might depend on it made him nervous.
However, he used some time a red traffic light gave him to take a quick glance to her. Y/N was tense, there was no doubt. Her jaw clenched, her replies were short and monotonous and she kept their shoulders more strained than needed. Yoongi sighed, aware it was his turn now.
He made his attempt.
“What was that with Hoseok before?” His voice sounded more serious than intended.
“The oppa thing?” Y/N didn’t look at him as she spoke. She had just found a coffee spot in her sweater. She tried to clean it with a napkin, but it ended up worse. “He likes messing with me, you know that.”
Yoongi shrugged. It was weird for him to maintain a conversation while driving, since he couldn’t look at her. He normally knew how she was feeling by her little gestures or the expression in her eyes. That wasn’t something he could do while wondering if that jerk of the green car would use his turn signal correctly or not.
“Yeah, yeah, but... I don’t know. It seemed as if it was more to it.” The jerk of the green car suddenly turned left. “Are you dating one of the guys?”
Y/N was lucky she had finished her coffee back at the café. If it hadn’t been the case, she was certain she would have spilled it all over her clothes. Her laughter was so loud, it could be considered as serious competition for Hoseok’s.
“What the...? Yoongi, oppa, we have the same face. They don’t want a date with me.”
“You’re such a brat.” Yoongi tried not to, but he ended up laughing.
His head was about to explode. No matter how much he thought about it, he didn’t know what the issue with Y/N was. It bothered him, more than he wanted to admit. Their relationship wasn’t the same as before. They were both older now. They had lived a lot of experiences away from each other. Did they cross some line without knowing? He felt like asking again, but what for? She could just lie again.
Not after long, he stopped the car. Y/N’s flat was in a quiet street, maybe a bit too far from the city centre. She didn’t seem to mind, though. There wasn’t too much noise, the neighbours were nice but minded their own business and some trees made the scenery livelier. Another good thing about those areas was that there was never too much traffic.
He expected her to blurt out a goodbye and get off the car.
But Y/N wasn’t good at doing what people expected from her.
Instead, she saw a chance to do the thing she had been so long trying to say.
She rescued the flash drive from her pocket and inserted it in the car’s USB port, without even asking. Yoongi was too intrigued to be bothered by her boldness. Well, he probably wouldn’t have cared anyway.
The song started. He didn’t need her to say anything to understand, he didn’t need a single word. Her sister’s voice with that unknown tune told him everything. She wrote it, her eyes said so. She produced it, her shaking hands said so. She sang it with all of her soul, her small smile said so.
«Not like this», he thought. «Not like this». He paused it.
“For how long?”
This time, she was the one who didn’t need him to finish his sentence to know what he was referring to. How long have you been waiting for me? How long have you been keeping this? How long since you finished it? All the questions were written in the way his fist grabbed the steering wheel.
“A month.” Her voice was soft and warm. “Hobi and Namjoon helped a bit. I finished another one, while...”
«While she was waiting for me». Out of a sudden, a lot of images ran through his mind. His sister sleeping on the couch. Taehyung laughing at her jokes. That time she made Jimin upset and apologised with a three pages long letter. How her shampoo smelled when she was in middle school. Phone calls across different continents. His own disappointment when hearing she had left the dorm before he arrived.
“It’s beautiful. It really is.” She could tell he was being sincere. “What if you come to the studio this Monday? I want to hear it there. Properly. And the other one too, right. Maybe we could have lunch with the guys later. Maybe...” Yoongi hesitated, only for a second. “Maybe we can start over.”
Those words again. Starting over.
That gummy smile she loved so much appeared.
I’d love to, she said.