Yoongi pov
I could feel the tension from where I was sitting on the comfy sofa. It wasn't really a bad tension, not like someone was angry or anything. It was more like there was something bubbling up, begging to be released. Apart from the obvious feeling in the air, I could tell by the small movements made every so often. I could tell by the way Jungkook kept reaching up to touch his ears, or how Jimin was fiddling with his fingers. The way that Taehyung was staring off into space and Jin and Namjoon were having their own secret conversation with their eyes.
And then there was Hoseok. He was just sitting there, smiling. Smiling at me. It was a gentle smile, one that filled my chest with warmth. Warmth that was reflected in his eyes as they crinkled at the corners while looking into my own. He was definitely the one who was the most expressive about his feelings. He always seemed to be the happiest, the most energetic. But that begged the question of what he was like when upset or angry. Usually the people who appeared the kindest and happiest followed their emotions and weren't scared to show them, but that meant they were also very open about their negative emotions. I don't think I wanted to be on the wrong side of Hoseok. Actually I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of any of BTS, the things that ARMY would do to protect them.
I didn't even want to imagine.
"Who are you? We know that you're code name is Suga, but who are you actually? And why are you protecting us? Wait have you been protecting us from the start, like the very start? But why, why would you waste your time on a small group like us?" Was the first onslaught of questions I was asked by the youngest.
"You guys are by no means a small group. You have the biggest fan base probably ever! Although I won't be able to tell you everything about me for a while as there are still some bad people after both you and me. I don't want you guys getting hurt for information about me, so it's better you don't know too much. But I'll tell you my actual name, it's Yoongi. And yes I've been there from the very start, protecting you from kidnappers and serial killers alike. I protected you from other companies too, making sure that you weren't hurt in that way. I sadly couldn't stop all the hate that this world has. I was able to stop some though, and I'm happy I did. I honestly don't understand how anyone can hate you guys. You're all so kind and funny and honest and just you! How can people not like that?!" I stopped there. I may have fanboyed just a little too much. And as their shocked faces changed into smirks and happy smiles, I couldn't help but feel the heat rush up my cheeks.
I was a trained assassin for gods sake! How on earth did these guys make me blush?! I was meant to be able to keep my emotions in check the whole time, have a cold facade. And here I was blushing! And trying to hide my cheeks from them.
And oh god. Oh no. Stupid, stupid Yoongi. They probably thought I was one of those crazy fans who knew absolutely everything about them. Sure I know a lot, but not everything. They had their own secrets they were entitled to. Everyone had secrets, things they didn't want anyone knowing.
This honestly couldn't get anymore embarrassing, but of course, it did.
They started cooing.
They just got louder and louder, and oh great. I was blushing up to my ears now. It made me not be able to think properly, I could feel their eyes on me. And that didn't help either! How on earth could they be cute while thinking I was cute?! How does that even work? Wait, does that even make sense? I don't even know anymore.
My mind just felt like it was in tiny pieces scattered everywhere. I couldn't process a single thought.
"Aww, you're so cute, Yoongi—. Wait, what age are you? So we can address you properly of course," Jin said stopping mid-way to ask a question I knew was going to come up. Great, here we go.
"I was born on the 9th March 1998. Which makes you all my-" I never got to finish. It seemed someone was especially happy I was younger than them.
"Hyung! Yes, finally. Please call me Gugk-hyung, please, please," was what the younger said, getting more and more whiny and pleading towards the end.
"Okay..., Gugk-hyung," if I must admit, it wasn't that bad. I liked the way it rolled off my tongue. To be fair, I was just glad that they weren't being all cagey and thinking I was weird for basically stalking them.
That was again accompanied by cooing sounds. Altho, thank the Gods, that was cut short by Jin jumping up.
"Yah! Look at the time, it's 1 in the morning! We all need to go to bed. We may not have training tomorrow because of Bang PD-nim being kind, but we still need sleep. Yoongi-ah, I'll show you where you're sleeping," Jin said before gently grabbing my hand and taking me through to the dorms. He shooed off all the other members who reluctantly went to bed too.
Namjoon went into the first room on the left, whispering a quiet 'good night' on the way. Then Jimin and Hoseok went to the one on the right and Jungkook and Taehyung went to the second one on the left. Which left the last door on the right.
"Luckily we all like sharing rooms, otherwise you might feel a little bit uncomfortable sharing with one of us. But this is where you'll sleep, the bathroom is just next door to you, and I'm sure you know that the kitchen is just next to the lounge, if you get thirsty in the night," Jin said as he let go of my hand to open the door. He had been holding my hand the whole time, I hadn't even realised. I had to really focus on the room to make sure a blush didn't cover my cheeks again, they had only just cooled down.
The room was beautiful, it was just a plain white walled room. It had sky blue sheets on the queen sized bed and light grey curtains. There was a cute mirror on top of a white desk with a set of drawers underneath. Then there was a white cabinet to put clothes in too.
"I hope you like it, if you need me I'll be in the room with Namjoon-ah, and you can come see any of us at any point if you need. There are pyjamas in the cupboard as well, sleep well," Jin said before giving me a light smile and turning to leave.
"Thank you hyung, it's really nice. Good night," I said quietly as he closed the door with a 'see you in the morning' back.
I couldn't help it. I needed to do it. I needed to.
So I did.
I ran and jumped onto the bed, falling into the light sheets. Feeling like I was lying on a cloud. It was amazing. And I couldn't help but let out a big breath as I fully relaxed into the lovely sheets.
Oh great, now I had to get up to get the pyjamas on. I could honestly just fall asleep right now. I think I will, I'm only in joggers and a top.
I just wriggled out of my joggers, chucked them into a corner of the room, and like that I was asleep, off in dream land.
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A/N
Hey everyone,
Thank you for staying with me and this book!
I'm sorry I haven't been writing recently, lots has been going on but I won't bore you with that. I just mainly had writer's block. But I'm back now, and have 2 weeks of not doing much. So I'll be updating as much as I can these two weeks. I have lots of new ideas for where this is going to go now too!
I hope you enjoyed, and I should hopefully update again in the next few days.
Also what do you think of Permission to Dance? I personally love it!
Have a good day/night wherever you are.
MD xx
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