It Started with a Small Favor

Dance, Dance, Dance

A/N: As the theme with my stories.... unedited...might edit later.

As they finished eating their breakfast, everyone discussed the plans for the day. Technically it was their day off, but they wanted to take Y/N into the studio. They wanted to see if she would be willing to go and willing to dance. During the meal, no one talked about the event the night before. They didn't mention her breakdown.

Y/N was incredibly grateful for that. She was still finding it surreal that she was in BTS's apartment, let alone talking and with them like it was normal. Sometimes the boys would do something that made her heart flutter, but she did her best to keep her reactions normal. For some reason, Y/N was still incredibly turned on by the boys from the night before and it was not going away.

Y/N POV

I tried not to make it known that I was horny as fuck. Jimin was occasionally brushing his hand along my side or thigh. Sometimes he would lean over me and his chest would be pressed up against my side. Sometimes, Taehyung, who was sitting on the other side of me, would talk to me over the loud table. He would have to get right next to my ear, his breath tickling and turning me on.

I bit my lip as Taehyung was leaning towards my ear, telling me about his favorite performance. I was feeling a bit warm and flushed, knowing my cheeks were pink. I glanced up and locked eyes with Yoongi across the table. I could see him lick his lips slightly, making my heart stutter. He then moved his eyes to look to my side and gave a little nod.

I tried to follow the look and read what it meant, but Namjoon called my attention.

"Y/N, we are going into the company today. We have some last-minute practice and work we need to do. Also, we would like you to come with us!" He said with a large smile. I looked around the table to see they all looked eager. Not wanting to disappoint, but a little anxious, I nodded my head and gave them a small, shy smile.

"Awesome!" Jungkook cheered from his seat at the table. Laughing, the boys started to clean up their dishes. I stood up and went to help, but Jin tried to stop me.

"It's the maknae line's turn," he told me. I stood there and put my hands on my hips raising my eyebrow at him. He took a gulp and I saw the tips of his ears turn red.

"Well, I am also a maknae liner. Actually, I'm the youngest one here!" I said as I picked up a stack of dishes and brushed passed him. I heard some grumbling behind me and then some chuckles. Shaking my head, I deposited the dishes next to the sink. I took the hair band from around my wrist and put my hair up in a messy bun. Then I proceeded to start filling the sink with soapy water.

"Here are some more," I turned to see Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook bringing in some more dishes. I nodded and then pulled on the rubber gloves. I was scrubbing at a stubborn spot when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see the three boys standing awkwardly.

"Yes?" The boys exchanged looks before one took the plate and sponge from my hand, one took off my gloves, and one guided me away from the sink by grabbing onto my hips. I blushed at the intimate placement of hands, but when I tried to meet his eyes, Jungkook resolutely avoided my line of sight.

As I was officially banished from the kitchen, I huffed and made my way to the living room. The rest of the boys were scattered around the room on their phones. As I entered the roof huffing, the boys turned to gaze to me with an amused look.

BTS POV

The boys heard some huffing and turned to see a frustrated looking Y/N enter the room. Her cheeks here puffed up and brow was furrowed which made her look adorable. The boys, in their heads, were imagining squishing her cheeks before placing kisses all over her face and lips.