(On Hold)

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Gianna's POV

I woke up to the feeling of someone shaking me shoulders.

"Mmmmm?...." my eyelids fluttered open, and I immediately felt my head start to ache.

"Get up already, it's already past noon" I hear Yoongi's voice as he continued to shake my shoulders.

"L-Let go..." I grumble, and yank the covers over my head to keep his bedroom lights from blinding me. I inhaled deeply, pleased to find that his sheets smelled like a soft cologne.

"Would you get out of my bed already?! You've been hogging it all night, and you snore" Yoongi yanked the covers off of me, revealing that I was still in my clothes from yesterday.

"Wait.... I slept in your room?! Why?" I start to panic as realization sets in, and I raise an eyebrow at him.

Did we.....?

"You were completely drunk, and you're lucky I found you. Taehyung wanted to spend the night with you, and you didn't seem to be against it" he says almost in a spiteful tone.

"So I slept here?... where did you sleep"?

"In this chair. Never woken up with so much back pain in my life" Yoongi grimaces.

Thank God we didn't do anything, and thank God he was there for me.... but why?

Right when I as I opened my mouth to ask why he would help me, Jimin burst through the bedroom door dramatically, the doorknob slamming against the wall.

"You done playing with her yet so I can have my turn" he grinned at me, making me wish I had the sheets that Yoongi tore away from me to cover up with.

"Get out Jimin" Yoongi sighed exasperatedly.

"I don't understand, are you two some dynamic duo now? Because, it isn't like you to be protective of anyone" Jimin points out, staring at Yoongi.

"Get. Out" Yoongi spoke much more harshly this time, an underlying threat hanging in his voice. Jimin rolled his eyes in response as he turned and exited the room.

"Are they like this all the time"?

"No, only since you showed up" he replied almost spitefully as I watched him pick up a pile of clothes and throw them at me. "Go shower and put these on, there's towels and a spare tooth brush in the closet" Yoongi gestured towards a door beside his desk. I stared at him for a moment before responding.

"Why are you being so kind to me?" I ask, more out of pure curiosity than of cautiousness.

"Our deal, remember"?

I did remember, the words he had said from that conversation popped into my head. I'd rather you'd just left.

I nodded, dropping my gaze to ground as I took the pile of clothes and went into the bathroom without a word.
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After I had finished showering I changed into the clothes Yoongi had given me, which were clearly his. I had to pull the strings on his sweatpants as far as they could go in order to tie them securely around my waste, and his hoodie was ridiculously big on my small frame. It came down past my butt, and I had to push up the sleeves to my crooks of my elbows. I then threw my hair up in a messy bun, which took a couple attempts to actually get it to stay.
I still wasn't used to seeing myself in the mirror, it was like staring at a stranger.