Crimson Thread [BTS Imagine FF]

Yoongi Chapter 3: Resolve

"Good morning!" Jin's cheerful voice greets you as you enter the complex's dining area the next morning, feeling like you've slept for a hundred years.

"Morning," you speak hesitantly. "I was told breakfast is out around this time?"

"You were told right," Jin smiles. He's still wearing a light pink apron and holding a spatula, and a grin tugs at the corners of your lips. This man is too cute for words, the textbook mom friend. "Take as much food as you can eat, you should keep up your strength if you're going out with Yoongi."

Going out? A pang shoots through your chest, and you bite your lip self-consciously. Your thoughts fly to the early-morning piano session, the warmth of Suga's body against yours, and your confusion upon waking up in your own bed. Did he carry you there? The thought makes you burn with embarrassment.

Jin notices your reaction and frantically waves his hands. "Aish, no, I meant going out on missions, I'm sorry, that was a weird way to phrase it."

"No, it's fine," you laugh awkwardly. "I got it." You internally berate yourself. What am I, an elementary student? "Speaking of Suga, where is he?" Your eyes search the crowded hall for him, but you can't spot that trademark blond head of his.

"He's probably asleep. He claims he gets better inspiration at night, which means he's basically nocturnal. The only time I see him up and about is if he gets a mission." Jin rubs his chin thoughtfully.

"When will that be?" You ask, worried about staying here longer than you absolutely have to.

"Depends. Sometimes Namjoon has jobs for him, and sometimes he works for outside clients. He tries to work as much as possible, though."

"And will I even be able to help?" You question.

"A girl with your grit, I have a feeling you will." Jin claps you on the back encouragingly. "Don't fret about that now. Just get some food, alright?"

You nod gratefully, then load up your plate. I guess gangsters do it buffet-style, you note. You spot Jimin, J-Hope, and Jungkook sitting at a table with some empty seats, and seeing as you know no one else there, you plop down next to Jimin.

"Good morning, [F/n]!" To your relief, Jimin greets you happily.

"Did you sleep well?" J-Hope asks, his wide sunshine smile and a gleam in his eyes suggesting that he may or may not know the manner in which you returned to your room.

"I did," you answer with a forced smile of your own.

Jimin, blissfully unaware of the subtext, gestures at your food. "Hurry and eat! Jin-hyung makes the best food ever. DIdn't know joining up with Bangtan would be so good for my diet." He gives you a wink, and you take a bite. He's right, the flavor is at once calming and enticing. You realize that you haven't eaten since the sandwich in the coffee shop and unceremoniously devour your food.

"Are you crazy or something?" You're so busy eating that Jungkook's biting remark comes out of nowhere. Your chopsticks freeze midair as you meet his eyes. "Why didn't Namjoon kill you?"

Jungkook's question sends a wave of nausea rolling in your stomach. As if he can tell exactly how you feel, Jungkook smirks, going on. "I guess that's not important. But why would you ever come back here? You know, your file said you were on your way to medical school before your old man fucked everything up, but I doubt you'd have had enough functioning brain cells for—"

Whack! Jungkook groans and clutches the back of his head as a stunningly beautiful woman in a regal tuxedo with chin-length hair withdraws her hand, "That would be 'enough functioning brain cells, noona', you brainless muscle-pig." She drawls.