Love Yourself: Suga | The Last

Seventeen

*~*Hana*~*

Suga and I follow after Jimin and JHope as they continue whispering about interrupting our "moment." Suga's hand is warm around mine and though his eyebrows are furrowed, there's a small smile hinting at his lips. I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I think about how close we were to kissing. Again.

But the moments of bliss end abruptly as we enter the living room where the other four boys are. Jungkook and Tae are sitting on the couch beside each other, both of them staring at the tv in front of them. Jin is standing at one wall, his phone pressed against his ear and his mouth moving quickly. Namjoon is also standing across the room, pacing back and forth as he has his own phone pressed against his ear.

Suga lets go of my hand and moves to Namjoon immediately. I stand awkwardly at the entrance, unsure of where to go now.

I'm about to go back to my room when Taehyung looks up and scoots over, patting the seat beside him. "I can't guarantee this is something that you actually want to watch," he gestures to the tv, "but you're welcome to take a seat," he says invitingly. Jungkook also moves over, making space between him and Tae.

I nod and move towards them. There's so much talking coming from Jin, Namjoon and the television that I can't seem to focus on any single conversation.

"Did you and Suga have a good time on your date?" Tae asks innocently. "I hope?"

I sit down between him and Jungkook, each of them turning to face me. "It wasn't a date, but it was good until it wasn't," I say back.

"Ah, the usual. The crowds always ruin good times," Jungkook says sadly. "Sorry you had to experience that. I bet it was scary."

"It was terrifying," I tell them quietly. I look at my hands, remembering how Suga's hand was ripped from mine in the crowd. "All those people grabbing at you, their hands literally pulling at you from every direction...I don't know how you guys handle that."

"That's cause we don't," I look up to see Jimin. "Typically we have security surrounding us so they can't ever get that close. But obviously no one planned for you guys to end up being swarmed in the middle of the night at some random carnival," Jimin explains, coming over to us with JHope. Jimin takes a seat on the floor, leaning back against Tae's legs as he looks up at us. JHope wanders over to where Suga and Namjoon are talking now.

"Mass hysteria broke out as BTS member Suga was-"

"-Jungkook, please silence the tv for now, I can't stand listening to more right now," Jimin sighs, shutting his eyes as he rests his head against Tae. "Honestly, they never have anything good to say these days."

Jungkook obeys and mutes the tv, one of the voices finally silencing. Namjoon and Jin are still talking in their own conversations, their words quick and tone sharp. I look over at Suga briefly as he talks to JHope, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks tired. So tired.

"Anyways, what were you saying about the date?" Taehyung breaks through my thoughts, moving himself so that he was blocking my view of the others across the room. I force myself to focus on him now. "Did Suga like your outfit?"

"Yeah," I say.

"Yeah? That's all we get for our hard work?" Jimin pouts. "Come on, at least give us some details."

I hesitate, not sure what else to say. "Uh, I mean he said I looked beautiful? But you guys heard that part already."

"I didn't," Jungkook says, raising his eyebrows at me and smirking. "Bet you were all stuttery like the other night when you snuck out of your room to see him," he snickers, winking at me.