My Brother My Enemy

Feelings?~

Yoongi's POV:
Practice was over and a drink never sounded better. My legs hurt, I hadn't eaten all day, so I headed to the bar to meet y/n. Namjoon opted not to come out so he could practice more with J-hope, something we all agreed he needed after today. I wasn't sure what y/n said to him when he walked her out earlier, but I was planning to take things into my own hands when I saw her tonight.
I grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered bottle of Soju with two glasses. Y/n walked in a few minutes later and sat next to me.
"Hey, how was practice?"
Instead of answering I ordered another bottle, she took the hint that it was needed.
"What did you and my brother talk about before you left the studio?" I figured there was no point in beating around the bush.
She took a shot of the soju I poured her and cleared her throat. "He was just surprised we were hanging out is all."
"Do you like me?" I looked at her point blank, it was obvious I caught her off guard.
She started coughing after taking a sip of her drink and I couldn't help but smile about it. It was funny after all.
"What? Why are you asking me that?"
"Because I think you like me."
She stared at me, embarrassed, which I felt bad for but it was wise for us to get this out into the open so I could tell her the truth.
Her face suddenly softened and she looked to the bartender and ordered a beer.
"Look," she said. "I don't know what Joonie told you, but I'm not here to try and persuade you to date me, like me, anything like that."
She sounded sincere, but I wasn't so sure just yet. "Then why are you here?"
"I'm here because everyone needs a friend. You've be on your own for, what, forever? Figured Joonie wasn't the only one who gets someone to talk to"
She took a sip of her beer and another shot of soju. I wasn't sure if I believed her, then again Namjoon could have just been paranoid about the two of us getting closer.
"I mean, I could definitely see myself liking you," she said. "But something tells me having a girlfriend isn't the most important thing on your mind these days." She smirked.
"I don't really have much of anything on my mind these days except trying to get these dance steps down," I joked. "I mean I was just trying to write and produce, not be the next MJ."
We sat there and talked for another hour, no sign of flirting or anything that could be misunderstood on y/n part, which was all I needed to know she wasn't getting the wrong idea. All it was was good, meaningful conversation.
"So...what did you mean when you said you could see yourself liking me?" I asked her.
She shrugged. "You're my type. Plus, I like your smile."
"My smile?"
"It's cute. Gummy-like. Why, is that weird?"
"I guess not, I mean, no one has ever complimented me on that before. But then again, no one really complements me in general."
She looked at me with pitty, which I hated.
"No, no, don't do that," I told her. "Don't look at me like I'm some sad, pathetic person."
"I don't think that," she replied. "You're anything but pathetic. And you would only be sad if you had a stage name that complemented RAP MONSTER."
The joke was too funny to ignore, in fact we all couldn't help but think Namjoon's stage name was a bit ridiculous.
"I haven't thought of one yet actually."
She finished her beer, and I finished my last shot. My legs were feeling legs achy from the day.
"Why are you so concerned about what I think of you?" Y/n asked.
"I wouldn't say concerned," I told her. "Just didn't want to give you the wrong idea."
She side-eyed me like what I said annoyed her.
"What did Joonie say to YOU after I left the studio?"
Shit. I never once asked if she knew how Joonie really felt about her. If I told her, he probably would never forgive me. Besides, it was obvious she doesn't feel the same way about him, which made me feel pretty awful.
"Nothing," I told her, deciding lying was better this time around. "He came in and got back to work."
She raised her eyebrow at me knowing I was full of it. "I don't think you need to worry about me. I think you need to keep yourself from liking me actually."
"Oh really?" I said. "Wasn't aware that's what was happening here."
She smiled. "I'm pretty great."
"You are pretty great," I told her. "Thanks for meeting me tonight."
"Thanks for letting me be apart of all this."
That night I was too tired to keep working on music. Namjoon still wasn't home, which told me he was probably planning an all nighter with some of the guys-something jimin was known to do. It was surprising that he didn't text to find out about drink with y/n, but then again it probably wasn't me he was trying to get that information from. I thought about the night with y/n, how comfortable and easy it felt. I wasn't sure what Namjoon was so worried about, she really didn't act any different around me, even if she did have a crush.
What she said about me needing a friend kept playing over and over in my mind. No one had ever cared that much, not even Namjoon. Sure, he was a good brother, but he was afraid of our parents so he kept somewhat of a distance once I moved out. Y/n wasn't afraid to just talk to me. Not sure if that was a character flaw on her part, but at the same time I wasn't afraid to tell her things either.
Sometimes our late night conversations were deep and personal. I learned about all the places she had lived over the years, how she had a younger sister, how she wanted to be a photographer. She showed me some of her pictures and they were amazing. She got me to tell her about our childhood, from my point of view. I even let her read through my lyrics and genuinely wanted her opinion on them. She was nice to be around, in fact I actually looked forward to grabbing those drinks with her tonight. Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I realized how I couldn't wait to be around her the next time. Suddenly my stomach filled with butterflies.
Fuck.