CYPHER | BTS

10: PANIC

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April 27, 2020
Monday

📍Santa Clara, California

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Choi June

"Don't forget my rules."

"Namjoon, shut up. I won't forget. You act like June is hot enough to fuck."

"That's because she is," Hoseok says, peeping his head out from behind Namjoon. He sends me a wink from inside their truck and I just roll my eyes.

Yoongi runs his eyes up and down my body from beside me and I just wordlessly watch him, suddenly feeling warm under his gaze. "Mm, nope. Just checked. Definitely not."

"Asshole," I mutter under my breath.

Namjoon just innocently chuckles. He sits himself down on the edge of the back of the truck, the double doors pried wide open. Inside, there's a wall of arsenals like you've never seen. On the other, a row of seats with Seokjin and Taehyung already sitting on them.

"I'm not really worried about the fucking part. I trust you guys. I'm more concerned about the guests. When I say no guests, I mean no guests. Not even Bee can come up to the penthouse. JK already told her we won't be here, so it shouldn't be a problem," he informs us, his voice echoing slighting inside the hotel's parking garage.

"When do I get phone back?" They took my phone the first night and I doubt Yoongi will cure my boredom within the next couple days.

"When we're certain we can trust you," Namjoon replies.

"You can."

"Unfortunately, June, I can't risk it on words. You're gonna have to show us we can trust you."

"How?"

Namjoon shrugs and stands up onto the truck again. "That's for you to find out."

"Great." I watch as Hoseok sits himself beside Taehyung, who's looking at a laptop perched on his lap. Seokjin is on his phone, as usual, and Jimin and Jungkook mess around at the front—Jungkook in the driver's seat and Jimin in the passenger.

Then I look at Yoongi, who doesn't even notice my eyes on him for he's too focused on his members; his friends, who are going on a mission without him. Who all agreed to leave him out so he can watch me. A weak, naïve girl who can't even hold a plank for fifteen seconds.

He has this longing in his eyes, like he wants to beg them to join, but would never risk the embarrassment that comes with it. I almost feel bad for him. Almost, because he said I wasn't hot enough to fuck. Believe me, I've heard it all before.

I'm just glad I can add Hoseok to my very, very short list of people who finally find me attractive.

"Oh, another rule." Namjoon raises his hand to the edge of the back of the truck, just above his head. The muscles in his bicep flex, and it takes everything in me not to stare. "I noticed—we've all noticed—how you two don't get along very well. By the time we come back, I expect for you two to be at least civil around each other."

"Impossible," Yoongi immediately spits.

Namjoon shrugs. "She's with us now whether you like it or not, so stop bullying her. This dislike between you two is very one-sided." He sends Yoongi a glare. "At least try to be nice to each other."

I nod. "I will."

Yoongi so very obviously rolls his eyes. It's like he's so adamant on showing his distaste of me. Like he wants me to know just how much he hates my presence. And I don't know why he does. I don't know what I did to get on his bad side, but I'll let him figure it out himself. I don't want to beg for his friendship. That's not me.