Rewrite the Rules

The kiss of all kisses: Part 55

The steam from the shower clung to my skin as I emerged, feeling a sliver of normalcy return after the whirlwind morning. Slipping into a fresh satin tank top and jeans, I joined Samina and Daisy in the living area.

We made our way down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. The elephant in the room was palpable, the lingering tension from the earlier discovery hanging heavy in the air.

"Alright, ladies," I announced, trying to inject a lightness that wasn't quite there. "Who wants to start?" I eyed them both, their expressions a mix of defiance and feigned innocence.

"Start with what?" Samina asked, her voice a touch too casual.

"Don't even try to play coy with me," I countered, my gaze settling on Daisy. The flush of pink creeping up her neck confirmed my suspicions.

Daisy shrugged, her posture defensive. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Nothing to talk about?" I pressed, disbelief coloring my voice. "So, we're not going to discuss why you didn't come back to the suite last night?"

Daisy hesitated, then sighed. "Alright, alright," she confessed. "We ended up playing video games until the early hours, and then I just... passed out on their couch."

"And?" I prompted, knowing that wasn't the whole story.

Her eyes darted around the room, a flicker of nervousness betraying her facade. "And what?"

"Come on, Daisy," I said, folding my arms. "I'm not buying it. There's more to this story. Spill the tea. Was there... kissing?"

A laugh escaped her lips, but it lacked conviction. "Kissing? What would make you think there was kissing?"

A frustrated sigh escaped my lips. "Okay, listen up," I declared, hands on my hips. "This double standard is getting ridiculous. When it's my turn to spill dating details, you two expect a full play-by-play, but when the tables are turned, it's all radio silence?"

"He is a very good kisser, though," she admitted, the hint of a blush creeping up her neck.

I shot her a mock glare. "And don't even get me started on Miss Innocent over here!" I teased, turning to Samina. "What's the story with you and J-Hope?"

Samina's cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "Me and J-Hope?" she stammered, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "Come on, Emma, you're being funny, right?"

"Hilarious," I deadpanned, raising an eyebrow. "So, tell me about Hobi then. Is he really as fun in person as he seems on stage?"

Just then, Daisy chimed in. "You two are ... it's so cute!" she declared, completely missing the tension in the air.

Samina, ever the diplomat, seized the opportunity to change the subject. "Hello! Back here on planet Earth!" she exclaimed, waving her hand in front of my face.

The diversion tactic worked, momentarily breaking the building anticipation. "So," I started, leaning forward, "are we finally going to talk about it, or are we going to play coy all day, Miss Daisy?"

Samina let out a relieved breath. "Oh! thank god, finally!" she exclaimed. "I was wondering when you were going to take charge here."

With both pairs of eyes fixed expectantly on Daisy, the air crackled with unspoken questions. The wait for her answer stretched on, thick with a mixture of curiosity and nervous anticipation.

"Spill it, Daisy," Samina finally chirped, her curiosity bubbling over. "What's that secret smile for?"

Daisy took a dramatic bite of her toast, crumbs showering the table like confetti. "Oh, nothing much," she said with a wink. "Just reliving a hilarious instant from last night."

My spidey senses tingled. A hilarious instant involving Yoongi? This could only mean trouble, and a delightful kind at that. "Wait, are you talking about...?" I couldn't contain my excitement.

Daisy's smile widened into a mischievous grin. "Bingo! Remember how I was determined to let Yoongi know my ultimate bias?"

Samina gasped, nearly choking on her coffee. "You didn't!"

Daisy, the queen of dramatics, leaned back in her chair. "Oh, I did. Picture this: We're leaving the club to play video games, just the two of us, and I casually drop the bomb – 'Yoongi, by the way, I'm a total Taehyung stan!'"

We both burst out laughing, picturing the bewildered look on Yoongi's face. Breakfast was forgotten for a second as we replayed the scenario in our heads, imagining Yoongi's sputtering response.

"Oh man, Daisy, you're a genius!" Samina exclaimed, wiping tears from her eyes.

"He stopped," she smiled a little mischievous smile. "And he said to me, 'I'm going to kiss you. And after I kiss you, you tell me if you think that little boy can kiss you like I'm kissing you.'"

"What!" Both Samina and I squealed, grabbing the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant.

"He put one hand up in the back of my head, running his hands through my hair. The other one he put under my chin, he pushed me against the side of the car, and he kissed me," she said.

"Oh my god, that's amazing!" said Samina.

Daisy leaned in conspiratorially. "Let's just say it was a kiss that redefined the meaning of 'hello.'" She giggled. "So yeah, at this point, Kim Tae who?"

"Alright, alright," you conceded with a playful roll of your eyes, you win. You guys are officially off the hook for keeping this under wraps for so long."

"Do you think that Namjoon is OK?" Said Daisy, her voice laced with worry.

All I can think about is that last text. 'Fire and brimstone' doesn't exactly scream good news. It feels like things must be really bad for him right now."

Bellies full and anticipation high, you finished your meal and headed back to the venue. With a practiced ease honed from countless concerts, you breezed through VIP security, a trio of secrets and excitement ready to take on the night.