Falling for You (BTS Jimin Fanfiction)

Part 18

Hyun-Ae's POV:

The security officers in front of the BigHit building don't look at me today as I walk in. I try to suppress a smirk at the way they seem to purposefully avoid eye contact.

I was originally going to come to the boys' dorm but J-Hope texted me saying that they were still finishing up practice for the day so I drove to the studio to wait for them instead. As I walk up the stairs to the second level, I realize that I don't know my way around the building. I guess I assumed that it would be obvious where they were practicing, since they seem so energetic and loud, but the hallways are vast and empty. Hoping that no one questions me, I wander around a bit until I hear a voice that makes me smile.

"... I want to sleep," Suga whines.

"One last time," J-Hope insists.

"I want to be born as a rock in my next life so I don't have to move or fight for my nap."

Typical Yoongi, I roll my eyes.

The door is unlocked, so I nudge it open slowly, so as not to disrupt them. Well, I try not to disrupt them, at least. 

"Hyun-Ae-noona!" Taehyung exclaims, tackling me in a hug.

I laugh in surprise and shove him away playfully. "Ya, I'm not your noona, V."

He blushes, realizing his mistake. "Oh! Mianhae..." Taehyung looks bashful for about two seconds before getting excited again. "She's here! Practice is over! Let's go to the amusement park now!"

Jungkook grins broadly, nodding enthusiastically. J-Hope smiles brightly at me as well, although he seems reluctant to leave the others to practice on their own. The Pink Princess, God of Destruction, and designated sleeper left to work on their dancing together... well, I can see why the lead dancer is a bit hesitant.

"Go," Rap Monster assures him, waving him off. "Come back here before seven and we can go back to the dorm together. And Hyun-Ae-ah, thank you for the snacks!"

I duck my head slightly, a little shy. "It was nothing."

V merrily loops his arm through mine and leads/drags me down the hall, skipping at every other step. Jungkook is close behind, laughing at his silly hyung, before eventually taking my other arm and doing the same thing as well. These kids. It's so easy for the two maknaes to make me smile.

On the way out though, Hoseok pauses. "Jiminie, are you coming too?"

My heart skips a beat. Do I want him to come? My conscience tells me no, but he's supposed to be my friend... I would not mind at all if he came along.

"Umm, yeah. I'm coming."

Kookie and Tae exchange a look that I can't quite read before continuing to skip down the halls and the stairs and finally exiting the building.

"Guys, you can let go," I laugh, shaking them off my arms. They frown and sling their arms around my shoulders instead, laughing once before giving me some space. Well, Kookie does at least.

"Yah, Taehyung-ssi, let go of me."

He shakes his head and continues walking me towards Hobi's car. V leans in close and whispers in my ear, "You can call me Oppa," before pulling away completely to give me his signature rectangular smile and a mischievous wink. 

I roll my eyes and give him another shove. "Oppa, you are acting a little strange today."

"He's always strange. He just happened to be acting a little normal when you made us lunch the other day," Jungkook chuckles.

Hoseok catches up and unlocks the car doors before V gets a chance to reply. "Get in," he says. "I can drive. Sorry if it's a bit cramped in the back, though. But the drive shouldn't be too long."

Again, Taehyung and Jungkook exchange that look. "I call shotgun," Taehyung blurts out. 

"Well, I guess, Jimin-hyung, Hyun-Ae-noona, and I will have to somehow fit in the back together then."

And that is that. Jimin gets in on the other side and Jungkook, ever the gentleman, helps me in. I almost fall, even so, because of the cramped space, but I somehow manage to get settled. Until I shift and a sharp breath almost imperceptibly brushes my neck. I turn my head ever so slightly and start praying that this is a really really short drive. Because.

I. 

Am.

Practically.

Sitting.

On.

Jimin's.

Lap.