CYPHER | BTS

34: MILE HIGH CLUB

- T H I R T Y F O U R -

July 01, 2020
Wednesday

📍Fukuoka, Japan

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Choi June

A pattern of knocks on a hard surface jolt me awake. It seems like I've been on edge ever since this tour started. I can't help the way I clutch onto the duvet so hard, my fingers turn white. Or the way my heart pounds against my chest.

It's when I see a blur of black hair, messy against the white pillows, that I allow myself to relax. Yoongi's asleep, his stomach against the sheets and his arms hugging the pillow he's on. The duvet has slid down his body, just barely ghosting the small of his back, and it gives me the perfect view of every indent of muscle on his pretty skin.

I rarely get to wake up before Yoongi during mornings like this. I take a second longer to admire him and that non existent scowl on his peaceful face. Brows no longer furrowed in that worried way, lips no longer tight. Here, next to me, he looks harmless.

I'm almost tempted to run a daring thumb across his pretty lips when the knocks come again. They come harder this time, more impatiently. It doesn't even make Yoongi budge.

Frustrated with this abrupt interruption, I crawl out of bed and tug on some clothes from my open suitcase in the corner of the room—just a t-shirt and some shorts.

The knocks come again.

"Coming, coming!" I nearly trip on my own feet stumbling over Yoongi's discarded clothes on the floor as I make my way across the room. I look into the door's peephole and nearly groan at the sight of Jimin and Seokjin. A wave of nostalgia hits me at the sight of them interrupting Yoongi and I's solitude, just as they had three years ago. I don't know what they're here for, but I do know that it's too early for whatever it is they have to say. I open the door anyway. "What?"

Jimin scoffs right away. "What do you mean what? It's 5am. We have a flight to catch."

"Which you clearly forgot about," Seokjin adds, glancing down at my attire.

I did forget, but I hide through that panic with indifference. "And this couldn't be forwarded through a text message?"

"You really think we'd be standing here if we didn't already try that?"

Well, shit.

Seokjin tries to peek behind my shoulder. "Where's Yoongi?"

"I don't know."

He narrows his eyes at me. I flicker my eyes to Jimin, who can't wipe the smirk off his stupid face for the life of him. They both know I'm lying. While I'm good at reading people, apparently I'm not too good at that indifference I just pulled with them.

Seokjin pushes past me and through the room, which I could do nothing about once he'd already had his mind made up. I swallow a sigh as I watch him venture deeper inside.

Jimin, ever so teasingly, passes through too. "Fun night, July?"

I just glare at him.

Seokjin only takes a single glance around the room. Even goes so much as to push the condom wrapper on the floor away with the tip of his shoe. I stand in the corner, mortified. He picks up a pillow and throws it at Yoongi. "Wake up."

Yoongi makes a disgruntled noise from the back of his throat. "What time is it?"

Jimin turns to me, promptly ignoring the obvious signs of sex reeking the room—the vibrator still plugged in included. "You guys look like pros already. How many times have you guys fucked?"