You're Mine, Noona. [BTS - Jungkook]

Fate.

My confession made his eyes pop out and he stammered.

"Y-you... what did you just say?"

I frowned and wiggled my head lightly. "I'm not in the mood to play with you anymore. It's been a long time, oppa."

"H-H-HANA?!" he screamed out loud and I immediately ran over to him to cover his mouth and hush him.

"Keep your voice down!" I hissed to him and he quickly nodded. I looked at him shortly, before lowering my hand.

"B-but... wait... if you are Hana, then have you met Dansé, yet? She looks so much like-"

I rolled my eyes and slapped the back of his head lightly.

"Stupid, I am Dansé. Dansé is Hana. Hana is Dansé. Dansé is me and I am Hana." I retorted in a fast tempo.

Yoongi blinked at me and his jaw dropped lightly. "What?"

I slapped my forehead. Yoongi, what happened to the genius you?

"Wait, hold on..." he stuck out his finger and looked at me from head to toe. "You're kidding me, right? Prove it!"

Damn, I could slap myself so hard from his bullshit.

I let out a sigh. There was only one way to prove it, and sadly I had to show him some skin.

I raised my shirt to expose my belly and his ears started to run red.
"Wait, what are you doi-"

I hooked my finger into my pants and lightly tugged it down to expose my discoloured skin on my hip. It was a scar from a surgery years ago and Yoongi was the one who took me to the hospital.

He widened his eyes and lightly he stuck out his finger to touch the scar.

"Omg..." he muttered. In my whole life, I haven't seen him so alive like now.
I smiled and cocked my head to the side.

"You believe me now?"

He nodded and gaped up at me. At that moment, the door opened and Hoseok and Jimin barged in. They stopped on their track and looked at us shocked. I turned my head and widened my eyes with Yoongi still staring at my scar on my hip.

Well, fuck. This is awkward.

Jimin put up his hands and covered his face. Hoseok on the other hand, widened his eyes and let out an uncomfortable laugh.

"What's this?" He stammered.

I rapidly pulled down my shirt and stepped away from Yoongi who bit his lip and shook his head, trying to put on a pokerface, but he was just like me flustered from the sudden awkward moment.

"I haven't seen anything," Jimin quickly said and hid himself behind Hoseok. But then he popped back up from behind him. "But, Dansé, how come you are here?"

I awkwardly smiled and thought for a bit.

Shit. Do I need to explain to them too or...?

Yoongi then came to my rescue. "I called her over to help me with my diss track, Cypher Part 4."

I glanced over at Yoongi and smiled. But I couldn't help but also wonder why Yoongi didn't tell that I was Hana.

"Aha, that must be the reason." Hoseok smiled, but he was still uncomfortable.

"Is Jungkook awake, yet? He needs to record a cover with me," Yoongi then said, changing the subject.

Jimin was staring at me, before he realized that Yoongi was talking to him. Jimin flinched and stuttered.

"Yeah, but the thing is... I don't think he is in the mood to do anything today. He has an awful hangover and has been snapping at everyone if they wanted his attention," Jimin explained and he looked at me again.

I stared at him back and smirked. Why are you looking at me like that?

Seeing my glare, Jimin avoided my eyes and felt intimidated.

Then I looked at Yoongi and grabbed Jungkook's coat. "Erhm... I'll be leaving then. It seems you have a lot to do," I told him, but Yoongi stopped me.

"Have some breakfast in our appartment before you leave, okay? We'll talk later," Yoongi told me and I smiled at him. He may seem cold but he's always caring and watching over me.

I bowed at him once and then walked over to the two at the door. I gave them a short glance, before bowing and walking past them without waiting for their response.

I felt their eyes on my back and I quickly ran up the stairs. Even though Yoongi told me to have breakfast, no way was I going to their appartment. I didn't want to see Jungkook, yet.

I decided to go to a local store across the street and pulled on Jungkook's coat to protect myself from the cold. Rubbing the last traces of sleep from my eyes, I sniffed in the cold air and felt instantly energized.

I entered the shop and greeted the lady behind the counter. Then I walked straight to the snack and decided to get some cup noodles as my stomach was growling non stop.

After paying, I walked out of the store and saw that every table was occupied, except for the last one on the end of the row. There was only one person sitting there and he had his head placed on his arms, like he was resting. He wore a snapback with his red hair lightly sticking out. I looked further and saw that across him was enough space for me to sit down, so I joined the person at the table.

I put down my cup and blew out the hot air. Hmmm... it was ready. Hitting my chopsticks once on the table, I removed the lid and started to slurp the noodles. It was hot but so good.

I continued and let out satisfying groans from the taste. I was so hungry. Maybe I should fit more noodles and eat faster.

Grabbing loads of it on my chopstick, I started to slurp them in, until the person across me raised his head and scolded me.

"Yah! Keep it down! Can't you see that I have an headache?"

Both of our eyes widened and I almost choked.

It must be fate. Even wanting to avoid him feels like a luxury. Why is he here?!