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

Rejected.

Yoongi led me in his studio and smiled when he closed the door behind him.

"So this is the place where all your masterpieces are created," I remarked, looking around with a smile. I didn't know he had his own studio. Apparently, the one I had slept in was that of Rap Monster.

"Yes, you like it?" He smirked and sat down in his chair.

It was more spacious than the previous one and there were more cozy furniture. It looked more like a chill room than an actual studio. I gave him a nod and sat down on his leather couch.

"But why were you composing in Rapmon's studio the other day?" I asked him, while trying the bouncy feel on his couch.

He chuckled and cocked his head.

"The USB with my work was still there. And I didn't want to replace myself again and I had to keep an eye on you." He smiled while winking. I chuckled and nodded. Right, he must be surprised to see me there all of a sudden.

"Hana," he then said in a softer voice. I turned to him and looked at him questioning.

He shifted his eyes and avoided looking into mine.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. Yoongi bit his lip and a slight flush came across his cheeks.

"I need to tell you something," he said, and he shifted uncomfortable in his seat.

"About?" I asked, slightly a bit worried. I never heard this change in his voice before. Why does he sound so nervous? He was never nervous around me. Did something bad happen to my family that he needs to notify me about?

He gulped and played with his fingers when he spoke again.

"Actually, I never knew how to say this to you, but I just can't keep it a secret anymore. I'm going crazy," he said and then stood up from his seat. I frowned and shifted on my seat to give him some place to sit next to me.

I placed my hands on his cheeks and he twitched. His cheeks felt very warm.

"Why are you going crazy? Aren't you feeling well?" I asked him concerned. Yoongi chuckled and shook his head. He grabbed my hands and wrapped his around mine.

They were warm. Very warm.

"What are you doing?" I whispered. This is quite unusual for him to do. He didn't like skinship either.

"Hana," he said again and then let out a sigh. "I like you,"

My heart stopped for a second when I heard him. Did...he just confess? My eyes widened and I bit my lip. He's joking, right?

I chuckled and gave him a smile. "Ofcourse, or we wouldn't be friends, right?" I said to him.

Yoongi shook his head and tightened his grip on my hands. He looked at me serious.

"You... like me more than a friend?" I meekly brought out.

Oh no.

I bit my lip when he looked at me with that sincere expression. Oh no... my heart. I don't want to hurt him. I don't see him more like a friend.

Seeing me not responding, Yoongi frowned and gave me an anxious look.

"W-wait... you don't?" He choked. Was he expecting me to like him too?

I winced once, thinking that I had to say these words. That I had to reject him.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi..." I muttered. "I'm really sorry,"