Mystery Girl

Busan 11

Hobi's POV

The sun streams through the curtains, drawn sloppily across the window, as I sit up and stretch slowly, feeling my bones crack gratefully with the movement. I sit in bed for a couple of minutes, just rubbing my eyes and face with my hands and staring blankly in front of me. 

After finally managing to keep my eyes open, I turn my head lazily to see if anyone else is awake. Opposite me is Yoongi, his figure hunched as though he refuses to be woken up for any reason. I smile, almost rolling my eyes at the sleeping figure. 

Yoongi has always been fond of his sleep and is easily annoyed by the person who finally dares to wake him up. I trust him to get up in his own time. He will probably get hungry eventually and roll out of bed to get his breakfast. 

Continuing to scan the room, I find Jin and Namjoon sitting at the table, talking in hushed tones over cups of coffee. My eyes linger on them for a while, appreciating the homeliness and warmth I feel when I am with the members. Wherever we are, even on the other side of the world, I still seem to be able to remain comfortable because I know that these boys will always be my brothers. 

A figure pads over to Jin and Namjoon, their feet sinking into the carpet and their hands rubbing at their eyes tiredly. Their clothes are the same as yesterday except that the dress is now all crumpled and tucked up from sleeping in it. 

This shows off her legs, waxed and toned. I have to look away to stop the blush from spreading across my face and risk someone noticing it. She seems quite average really, but I think what makes y/n so attractive is her ignorance of her beauty. 

She is curvy and her hair falls around her shoulders in tangled ringlets, her steps are light but slightly clumsy, as though she may fall over at any given time. She has cellulite around her thighs and she covers her stomach the best she can, just because it isn't flat like she believes it has to be to make her pretty.

She has dark circles under her eyes even though she has had good sleep most of the time while being with us and her teeth are slightly uneven when she smiles. Her skin is rough with bumps and a few scars from previous acne and she has moles on her skin. She isn't perfect. But she doesn't have to be. I like her the way she is.

Jin was brave enough and so was Kookie. Two of the shyest in the group. Surely I can do this, surely I can ask her out. It doesn't have to be a date, just a "dance lesson" with me. I really want to show her the choreo I found. 

Climbing out of bed, I tiptoe past Jimin and Tae quietly, giggling to myself as I see Tae's arm wrapped around Jimin's waist comfortably, looking like lovers sleeping peacefully. Those two have known each other forever, it must be second nature to them to sleep together like that, comfortable and content. 

Arriving at the table, I sit next to Jin softly. "Good morning," Jin smiles down at me in greeting and I whisper my good mornings to the others. I feel the fabric underneath me brush against my skin and feel like falling asleep again, only to feel y/n's eyes on my face. She is sitting opposite me, looking considerably tiny next to Namjoon. 

I shift in my seat, sitting up a little to make myself look more presentable. Y/n smiles at me, the way westerners do when they are trying to be polite and make conversation with their eyes. I'm still not used to it, but I smile back wordlessly, appreciating the peacefulness of the morning. 

Y/n's POV

Waking up after that dream had been very embarrassing for me, bolting into a sitting position to see that I almost scared the very soul out of Namjoon. I mouthed my apologies and Namjoon had simply smiled and nodded slightly, his hair still messed up from his pillow. 

I could feel my cheeks burning as I leaned over the side of the bed to see Jungkook with his back to me, sleeping soundlessly, his arm thrown carelessly above his head. I watch him for a couple of seconds, blinking slowly to adjust to the light and the sound of birds outside. 

I just have to pretend the dream never happened. Yes, that's it. That's the only thing to do. There is no way on earth I could ever tell Jungkook of my dream. I think I would melt with embarrassment like icecream during a heatwave.

In my state of shock and guilt, I almost fell down the ladder, catching myself at the last minute. Whipping my head around with my eyes wide open, I watch Jin and Namjoon's horrified and frozen expressions turn to looks of amusement and friendly mocking. 

I blush furiously and give them the evil eye, to which Jin almost bursts out laughing. My eyes flash with a warning and I place my finger over my mouth to signify that he needs to be quiet. In doing this, I lose my grip and end up doing some kind of backbend before managing to restore my balance in an upright position.

Both Jin and Namjoon look positively red now with laughter waiting to explode from their faces. I roll my eyes and wander to the bathroom, stepping over strewn clothes and phones not so carefully placed next to beds. 

My reflection in the mirror startles me. My makeup is smudged across my face, circling my eyes. My hair is a shock of frizziness and my dress has been all scrunched up, making me look like some homeless girl. I lean forwards on the sink, staring myself down in the mirror and feel the discomfort of my unbrushed teeth. 

Brushing my teeth, half asleep, I try to go over the plan for the day and realise that I have no idea what will happen today. When did my life become so spontaneous? I have never been this adventurous before, I wonder where it will lead me. It has done me well so far I suppose. How have I remained calm this whole time? 

Am I the same person I was when I landed here in Korea? Something feels inherently different within me. I guess that adapting to my new environment was just second nature for me. Thank you instincts! I smile at myself in the mirror before noticing that one slightly crooked tooth and my cracked lips that are in desperate need of lip balm and let the smile drop. 

Pushing away my insecure feelings, I make my way back to Jin and Namjoon who are now deep in conversation, having moved on from my unintentional comedy act earlier. Looking up from staring at the table, in a trance of my own thoughts, I watch Hobi stumble over, his eyes bright even though he has only just woken up. 

His hair has been pushed up and his forehead is exposed, his eyes blearily blinking at us even though his usual energy is starting to shine through again. He sits down, resting his hands on the table gently and saying good morning to us. His morning voice is a little deeper than his normal voice and because of his whispering, there is a slight rasp to his voice that makes my face heat up stupidly. 

Hobi makes eye contact, with me, probably sensing my staring, and I smile instantly, trying to brush off my awkwardness of getting caught staring. He looks slightly confused but smiles back anyway and I feel my muscles relax minimally, glad he doesn't want to ask any questions. 

Again I drift back to my thoughts. I wonder what will happen today.

(1330 words)

Author's Note

Hi everyone! I hope you like the update! This took like an hour to write and I am not sure why probably a little tired I guess. I know that there has not been much plot progression in this chapter but I hope you like the fluff :) If you enjoyed it, please vote and comment and of course, I love you guys 💜