Oh Fuck

3

My indignation dissipated in milliseconds. I would always share my food with Yoongi. He had always been really nice whenever we saw each other. At the MAMA Awards, he shared his water bottle with me after our performance when mine was nowhere to be found and I was sweaty and thirsty coming off stage. Smiling, I held out the plate to him. 

"No problem, help yourself." Grinning, he took another piece. 

"Thanks, I appreciate you supporting my laziness." He thanked me before devouring that piece as well. It seemed he shared my love for chicken, and soon the plate was empty. Just as I was about to refill my plate, our manager walked in. 

"Five more minutes, Yeosang, come to the stage." He informed me and disappeared again. I walked over to Yoongi and handed him the plate. 

"Enjoy your meal, hyung. See you later." He took the plate and briefly held my hand when he realized I was about to turn away. "Good luck with the performance, see you later, little one." With that, he let go of my hand, and I nodded with a smile before heading to the stage with the others to prepare. Our performance was a success, as usual. After five songs, we could go back behind the stage, exhausted but happy. The rush of happiness when so many people cheered for us and sang along to our songs never got old. I walked down the small staircase at the back of the stage leading to the backstage area, and someone handed me a full water bottle. Grateful, I wanted to smile at the staff member when I looked up and realized it was Yoongi. Confused, I accepted the bottle as he winked at me and then disappeared into BTS's dressing room. Yunho pulled me by the arm. 

"Come on if you want to shower before their performance, you should hurry." He urged me, snapping me out of my daze. I didn't want to miss Jungkook on stage. I quickly went to our own dressing room, grabbed my fresh clothes, and headed to the communal showers to freshen up and wash away all the sweat. Less than 15 minutes later, I was done and on my way to the part of the stage that couldn't be seen by the audience, where artists could watch the shows of other bands. On the way, I saw Seonghwa disappearing into a door with someone, kissing passionately. Behind that door was supposed to be a broom closet. Well, too bad for Wooyoung, it seemed he had lost his bet. Jimin would have to hurry; they were going on stage in 8 minutes. Grinning because I was the only one who knew Seonghwa's secret now, I continued walking and sat at the edge of the stage between Yunho and Wooyoung. San, who was half sitting on Wooyoung's lap, whispered excitedly with him, and I could hear them giggling repeatedly.

Hongjoong was standing at the staircase railing with Namjoon, and the two leaders were engaged in conversation, smiling and laughing occasionally. Every time Hongjoong laughed, Namjoon's smile grew wider, someone seemed to have caught our cutie's attention. Mingi and Jongho, who were walking past them, seemed to notice too as they nudged each other with their elbows and giggled before joining us. Feeling a bit tired, I leaned against Yunho and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around me and gently stroked my hair. 

"If you keep this up, I might fall asleep," I warned him with a yawn, but he just laughed. 

"Once your crush starts dancing in front of you, you'll be wide awake again." They just couldn't resist teasing me about my crush... well, maybe I did go overboard gushing about him after our last meeting. I just hoped they wouldn't embarrass me in front of him, but they were my friends, I should trust them a little more. Unfortunately, I also knew that San, Wooyoung, and Mingi took great pleasure in teasing me. They wouldn't say anything to Jungkook directly, but they would still throw their comments at me and laugh hysterically when I got flustered. And as if he wanted to confirm my thoughts, Wooyoung leaned towards me and whispered with a giggle, 

"Hold onto your panties because here comes your daddy."