Oh Fuck

12

Two days later we arrived back in Korea, this time both bands flew home together. On the plane, a charter plane that normally only BTS used, the managers had given us more information.

There were seven bedrooms in the new dorm and the bands were to be completely mixed. On the plane, everyone was already excitedly making plans about who would room with whom.

Yoongi and I were clear, Seonghwa and Jimin didn't need two seconds to announce their claims to a shared room. Namjoon remarked that it would be beneficial if the leaders teamed up. Jin, who hadn't left Jongho's side for days because not only could he mother him badly, but the youngest also constantly helped him cook, pulled him towards him possessively and thus sealed their room-mate relationship, while Jungkook called out directly that he wanted to go to Yunho's room.

He looked at me questioningly, at least he seemed to have a guilty conscience. I just shrugged my shoulders, I had sex myself that night, so who sits in a glass house... The whole thing was already so messed up anyway, I didn't need a one-sided crush on top of that, I had to forget about Jungkook, that much was clear.

Taehyung looked around at the others and then saw Mingi grinning at him, they both chimed in and that was the deal. Someone would have to save us from their mischief when the two crackheads were together in one room and had endless time to make plans.

San shyly raised a hand and our manager looked at him questioningly.

"There's only one room left now, but there are three of us." he then remarked, but the manager didn't bat an eyelid.

"One room is for three people, that would be Hoseok, Wooyoung and you," he explained, whereupon San and Wooyoung beamed at each other with shining eyes.

On the way out, Yoongi took my hand again and whispered in my ear that I should smile as we were about to be mobbed by reporters and photographed. I did my best, but I was so uncomfortable with the drama that I must have looked a little tense.

Yoongi noticed and tickled my palm, which made me giggle and would probably have the desired effect in pictures. Grateful for his help, I looked at him from the side and decided to provide the press with more material. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and grinned slightly to myself when I saw that he was turning slightly pink around the nose. Was he embarrassed?

When we arrived at the house, we were amazed because the "house" was a huge, luxurious villa and the boys were almost running because everyone wanted to grab the best room, but they were all furnished the same, except for the triple room. Only the colors were different.

Tired from the flight, I simply followed Yoongi to the last room that was free and dropped onto the bed, exhausted. He pushed our suitcases in front of the large wall unit and then came over to me.

"We need to do something about being so uptight in public, it needs to look more natural." he said to me and I sighed guiltily.

"I'm sorry, hyung. I'm not used to this and I didn't know how to act earlier..."

"Not so bad, your kiss saved it again." he praised me with a smile.

"And how do we make it look more natural?" I wanted to know, as I realized that we had to improve this very quickly, as the camera crews would be arriving in three days to film our everyday life.

"We have to practise it," he replied with a grin.

"And what exactly are we practising?" I imagined that we probably needed to talk to each other more, get to know each other better, but Yoongi suddenly came so close to me that I could feel his breath on my lips.

His intense gaze into my eyes made my heart beat a few beats faster. He placed the hand he wasn't supporting himself with on my hip and pulled me closer to him as he murmured "Just like that" and then gently pressed his lips to mine.