This Wild Love // Yoongi

Bombed by Silence

This interrogation is turning out to be quite difficult.

It's frustrating to know how little I know about Yoongi and the other guys. Whenever he asks something that really should be quite basic -- favorite color? Foods? Pastimes? -- I can manage.

But when he digs into more sensitive information, like now...

"What was I doing before I met you?"

...I really have no idea how to answer.

"Well--" I stutter. "Y-you...live...lived?...with Hobi," I gesture, laughing a little bit when he shows off his natural flair. "And with five other guys. You call yourselves Bangtan, almost like a little squad...or a gang...or a possy."

"You don't know anything else?" He narrows his eyes.

"You're very...secretive," I argue. "I tried to understand more about you, but I never got the chance to speak to you properly about it. I mean, we had one afternoon where I just stroked your ears--"

"You what--?" he blushes, hands straying to his matted fur.

"...and we had a brief chat before we got separated in a tunnel network."

"Why did we get separated?"

"My mother."

Yoongi chokes. "So were we dating or something?"

"N-NO, no! Nothing like that!" I stutter. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Oh? That was an unusual response."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look at your flushed face. I think I know where this is going."

"I don't know what--"

"Do you want to date me?" he purrs.

"Well--"

"Do you like me?"

Trying not to internally combust, it takes me a few seconds to regain my composure. I close my eyes and hold my breath, "Yeah. What about it?"

The silence is louder than bombs. I reopen my eyes, unable to handle the absence of color and sound.

Hobi -- not all that surprised by my reply -- has locked his hands together, almost gleeful in a confession that has taken ages to burst free.

But I wasn't expecting Yoongi's response.

Yoongi's cheeks are a dangerously vibrant shade of red, the kind that lurks in cherries and lips and all things seductive.

Laughter gushes from my throat as I'm wiping away small tears from the corners of my eyes. The situation is too ironic. Of all the times for this to happen, Yoongi doesn't even have his memories of me.

I don't know how to process that.

I steady my breathing. "You weren't expecting that at all, were you? Oh my gosh, I've never seen you like that."

"Well, it only took you until the second part of the book to confess," Hobi chuckles.

"Second part?"

"I'm just ranting, don't mind me."

Yoongi shifts his feet and hands, now not able to sit still. "How did you find this place?" he asks quickly.

"I was walking through the woods for a few days before I saw the village from a cliff. I knew I couldn't last much longer on my own, so I came into town expecting to find people."