[A BTS FF] My brothers, by choice not blood

Chapter 3

Yoongi's pov
The second we exited the building, a black car pulled up.

I looked at Jamie questioningly, hoping that this was her ride and not someone trying to kidnap me.

She hasn't shown any indication that she'd recognised the car. Shit please don't be here to kidnap me I thought to myself.

She recognised the car. I've definitely been watching too many movies.

Once we got in she swiped her card against the door.

What the hell? Was there some kind of invisible card reader there? Because within the next second, her name, face and other particulars appeared on the dashboard.

"Ms park can I confirm that your destination is Hannam The Hill?"

"Yup" she replied

Wait. What the fuck. I lived there.

"You live there?" I asked

"Mhm. So do you right?"

I simply nodded.

"Great, I'll drop you off there then!" She cheerfully announced.

I was surprised that she knew where I lived. But then again, I was a global star, I supposed it wasn't strange for my fans to know where I lived.

As we neared the hill, she asked, "which block is your dorm at?"

[ Author's note: just pretend 'the hill' is another way people call Hannam the hill]

"Sorry?" I say not fully registering her words"

"I need to know which block you live at, otherwise I can't drop you off"

"Oh, right, mines block 103"

"Ahjussi, could you drop by block 103?"

"Of course"

*time skip*

Jamie's pov
Once we reached, he stepped out of the car.

"Thanks for the ride.. and everything else"

"Welcome" I smiled

I made sure he made it into the lift before asking the driver to leave. Right at that moment, I noticed a phone on the seat which Yoongi previously occupied.

Bloody hell how could someone be so fucking careless? I thought while instructing the driver to wait while I went to return his phone.

I dashed towards the lift which appeared to be heading to the 29 level.

There was no way I'd be able to catch him if I waited for the lift. You have got to be fucking kidding me I thought while preparing to run up 29 bloody flights of stairs.

*2 minutes later*

Luckily, I managed to get to the 29 floor just as he stepped out of the lift. If I'd ran that much only for him to not be there, I swear someone would have died that night.

"What are-" he began

"YA PABOYA, YOU LEFT YOUR FUCKING PHONE IN THE CAR"

Yoongi's pov
I stood there frozen processing the fact that she had just run up 29 flights of stairs and still had the energy to stand up much more yell.

"Hello?? Bro, you there?"

"Huh? Yea, sorry.. and thanks"

"I'd say fuck you for making me climb 29 flights of stairs but I'm PoLiTE" She joked.

"Do you want to exchange numbers?" The question slipped out before I had a chance to comprehend what I had just said. But I didn't regret asking, which was probably dumb but throughout the entire day, everything she's done has only proved that I could trust her. Even now, she ran up 29 fucking flights of stairs just to return my phone, instead of keeping it, which would have been what most people in her situation would do, and considering the fact that I was a global idol, she could even have sold it for a shit ton of money. But she didn't.

"Should you really give away your number to someone you just met? Aren't you afraid that I'll leak your number online?"

One of the reasons why I liked her, most fans in her position would have overreacted and start making a big deal about it but all she did was reply normally.

But obviously I wouldn't tell her that. I just rolled my eyes and tossed her my phone. She did the same.

After keying in her number, she passed my phone back. She named herself as 'jamie' nothing more nothing less. Again another reason why I liked her. Most people would have added too many hearts or saved their name as something really cringy.

"Well, I've got to go, I guess I'll see you around" she said, while walking into the lift.

"Ok, see you." I reply

Jamie's pov
Just as I reached ground level, my phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I think I lost my keys"  the person on the line, Yoongi, says.

"So? Just ask someone to let you in."

"That's the thing, no one's home."

"I can't do anything about that, so why'd you call?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could hang at your place until someone comes home."

"Sure, I'll be waiting outside the lift."

"K."

We went back to the car and drove to my block.

I keyed in the passcode and invited him in, "Make yourself at home."I announced while tossing my laptop onto the couch.

He nods, and proceeds to sit on the couch.

"It's getting kinda late, do you wanna get something to eat?" I ask.

"Sure, I'll order delivery, is that ok?"

"Mhm, I'll pay you back later."

"Nah, don't worry about it, I owe you anyways."

I just shrugged and gave in.

Yoongi's pov
I ordered a Hawaiian pizza and a really really large sprite, her words not mine, because apparently a really really large sprite and a large sprite is different. She's childish but it's refreshing to find someone her age who was still so innocent and untainted by our corrupt society.

*Time skip*
Our food arrived and we were currently eating on the couch while Legal high played in the background.

I'd watched this movie already so I wasn't really paying attention. Instead I shifted my attention to the girl sitting next to me. And that was when a million questions started to race within my mind.

Questions like was she Korean? Why'd she live alone? Where are her parents? How did she afford this house? Why didn't she make a bigger deal about me being in her home? Why hasn't my number been leaked online? Why did I still trust her?

I thought of the only way that I'd be able to ask these questions without coming off as a creep.

"Let's play 20 questions."