CYPHER | BTS

14: LOS ANGELES

- F O U R T E E N -

May 02, 2020
Saturday
Concert Day, Day 1

📍Los Angeles, California
Performing at: Rose Bowl Stadium

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Choi June

After my (amazing) orgasm, I fell asleep again. We both did. It wasn't until I heard the lock twist from outside the door that I jolted awake as if I had something to hide. And I guess sleeping in the same bed as the man who just ate me out was something worth hiding considering Cypher's rules about me, which Yoongi clearly doesn't care about.

Thankfully, Seokjin opened the door, swung it open, told us to come downstairs in five minutes, and left without another word.

Yoongi slept through it all, so I shook him awake and relayed the instructions. He just tiredly groaned and said he'd be down once those five minutes were up.

I certainly wasn't going to argue with him. Especially when it was clear he wasn't a morning person, who gets cranky like some old man.

I twist open the door, looking once over my shoulder at him to feed my curiosity and my disbelief. It was crazy to think of me slipping out of a bedroom in which Yoongi was sleeping in. As if we were definitely not friends and definitely something more.

Which we weren't.

I don't know where this puts us. I don't know how I'd feel if he continues to be blatantly rude to me. I don't know anything, and I guess until we have a truthful conversation, I won't anytime soon.

I shut the door slowly and quietly, as if I was a teenage girl sneaking out. When I turn around to the door across the hallway, my jaw drops to the floor at the person in front of me, doing the exact same thing I was—shutting the bedroom door silently.

"Bomi?!"

A startled Bomi jumps at the sound of my voice, a small yelp leaving her lips as she turns to look at me with the widest eyes. Like a deer in headlights. Like she was just caught doing something bad.

"What..." I trail off. I haven't seen her since the concert in Santa Clara. I haven't talked to her in a while. My life has been too messy and too hectic to do any of it.

"June!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together once. I raise a brow at the sudden action. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I asked you first." She chuckles nervously. I don't miss it.

"I..." How do I tell her I live in the penthouses with the band without exposing that I also work for them, not for the tour, but for the fucking mafia. I clear my throat. "I knocked out after the party."

"Me too," she claims quickly. I narrow my eyes at her. Bomi has always been a bad liar.

The door behind her opens and out walks a groggy Jungkook. My eyes widen again, flickering between a wincing Bomi and a tired Jungkook, running his hand through his messy hair and yep, shirtless.

I didn't notice it until now, but she was indeed wearing his shirt.

Realization sets in. It sets in hard.