Save Me (BTS Suga)

Home.

"How do you keep your house this clean?", Yoongi asked as he put my bags on the couch and sat on the side.

"It's called time management.", I laughed lightly.

I don't know but, I'm obsessed with cleaning. Maybe because it's what I used to do. I'm not complaining, though. I hate dirty house. I would never wanna be in a dirty, shabby house again.. Ever.

"Sure, it is.", he laughed as well. "Are you hungry? Should I heat the food?"

I took the paperbag from him and went to the kitchen. "I'll do it."

He didn't answer and instead, scroll on his phone. I put the food in the microwave and waited for it to finish, staring at the yellow-orange light inside. He kept silent and I am also out of words so I stayed silent.

I wonder what made me so comfortable with him. People who really know me knows I am not a friendly person. People often think I am intimidating and mean, but I don't care.

My mind went to my childhood days where life was harder than a rat's. Eating barely in a day is not a new thing and living in a shabby lonely house is an option you didn't even chose. I wonder-

"Do you have Twitter?", Yoongi's voice echoed through my ears and I thanked him silently for it.

I frowned. "Yeah, I have."

"What's your username?",

"I don't want creeps on my timeline.", I laughed as the microwave pinged. I pulled out the food quickly and put the pasta into two plates. He also had sandwich which I cut into two.

"Ouch?", he looked at me, clasping his chest as if he was offended.

I laughed harder. "It's @jm."

I put the plates on the coffee table and get a carton of orange juice and glasses.

"That short?", he chuckled. "I see you.", he smirked at me.

"Stop stalking and eat.", I sat on the floor and started digging on my food. It's very delicious. I've had lunch already but, my tummy doesn't seem to be full.

He took a bite off his sandwich and groaned in appreciation. He looked so hot when he closed his eyes I almost choke on my pasta.

"We'll bring you to this diner next time.", he said through mouthful of pasta.

"We?"

"The boys and I. You know, my group members/best friends."

"Oh, so you're in a group. Hmm. Metal?"

"No. More like hip-hop. We're BTS."

"I kind of heard that group.", I said, thinking where I've heard of that. Somewhere in school, I know.

"We're not that famous, though.", he said, sipping from his glass.

"You're still in a group. It's pretty sick.", I exclaimed.

"Sure, it is. I'll let them meet you one of these days." He stood up and put our dishes on the sink. The food was really good and having a company is better.

"Thanks for the food. I am so full.", I muttered, laying on the couch as I turn the t.v. on. Yoongi sat on the floor, his back on the couch while his head lay close my tummy.

He straightened his legs under the coffee table and stared at the t.v. I watched him as he blinks his eyes and it strangely entertained me.

"So.", he suddenly said. "How was your exam?... and debate?"

I lay flat on my back and stared at the ceiling. "Well... the exam was hard. Really hard. I don't know if I'm gonna pass it.", I laugh bitterly at the memory. "The debate, however... was really fun. I liked it a lot ever since. It's really entertaining proving the other side their idea is somewhat wrong."

"So you like opposing other people's ideas?"

"You could say that. Especially when they're actually wrong. Or when they say non sense... Or bullshit. Whatever.", I laughed lightly, my eyes starting to droop.

"Wow. So you do curse.", he exclaimed, surprised at my profanity.

I knitted my eyebrow in amusement. "I'm not a saint."

He said something about an angel in a serious tone but my mind was a mess due to lack of sleep and I wasn't able to process it.

My eyes were barely open but, I can still clearly see his bright smile and thought of one thing to say.

"You are an angel. A beautiful angel."

And with those unanswered words, I fell asleep. I couldn't remember any time I was able to sleep that peacefully. I felt secured and safe and comfortable and... I felt at home. A home I was longing for for years.