Pricked

2

We all walked out the bedroom door and down the stairs to greet the student. Namjoon beat me and Jungkook to the door. He pulled it open as I found a space between them

A slim man with thick-framed glasses and fluffy-looking black hair stood in the doorway with a brown shoulder bag that seemed to way him down to the right. It looked like it could have weighed a thousand pounds, full of textbooks, a notebook, and a computer peeking out the top. He stuck his hand out.

"I'm Min Yoongi. Which two of you will I be seeing? Or is it... are the three of you..?" He trailed off but his question was clear. Namjoon shook the man's hand and wrapped his other arm around me. He pulled me closer to him and I let out a tiny squeak.

"It's us, sir." He nods and I resist the urge to move away. Jungkook is right next to us, but he's quickly discarded.

"Who are you?" Min Yoongi bluntly says to JK.

"Her uh. Her ex-." I worm my way away from Namjoon and take Jungkooks hand.

"He's my boyfriend." Yoongis eyes narrow but he shrugs and gestures for us to lead him inside.

I turn and lead the boys to Jungkooks room. I'm so glad he keeps it clean, now more than ever. Yoongi couldn't be much older than Namjoon, who was only three years older than us.

He set his shoulder bag on the desk next to the laptop and set the content around it.

"Could you," He pauses for a moment and gestures to Jungkook, "go."

"Go?" Jungkook asks.

"Go away." Yoongi says bluntly.

"Oh. Uh, yeah yeah I'll go. You three talk." He rambled and rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him. I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, trying to remember how comfortable I normally am in this space.

Namjoon settled next to me, and then I remember. I was here to break up with Jungkook. In case he met his soulmate. Sounds moot now.

I feel Namjoons thigh against my knee, and there it is. That odd calm. But this time there's different electricity too. I try and take another deep breath in, but this time it shakes on entry. He must have noticed because I see him looking over at me.
"No need for the side eye," I mutter as Yoongi pulls out a pen and a notebook. He leans against the door.

"I wasn't-"

"So. What happened?"

"I uh. I felt the feeling. Did the glowing, and all that, but then it stopped."

"The glowing always stops," Yoongi says, judging me over his leather-bound book. His pen, frozen in mid-air.

"The feeling." I huffed, trying not to seem frustrated. He nodded and wrote something.

"There, at your knee." Yoongi points with his pen. "Do you feel anything coming from that? Does that contact make you feel a certain way?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Yes." I say without hesitation. I then realized, so did Namjoon. Yoongi looked between us curiously then writes something down furiously.

"Miss. Please join your... Uh. Please go away for a moment." He gestures to the door so I quickly hurry down the hall and to the living room.

I see Jungkook fuming on his couch. He sees me and gives me a half smile, running a hand through his black grown-out mullet. I walk over and sit next to him, leaving a few inches between us.

"What's running through that head of yours?"

"I feel like I'm already being brushed off. It's been what? 2 hours since you met my best friend and now I'm being ushered out of my own room!" He stands up, and starts walking back and forwards in a small circuit. "We've been together for six months, and in at most, a month you'll be moved in with Namjoon!" He grabs his hair and lets out a shaking breath.