T W I N K | | yoonmin {COMPLETED}

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Host (n)
Someone who is the top commander for an event, such as a party, a social gathering, or an organized formal ceremony.

-Urban Dictionary

J I M I N

All I could think about for the rest of the night was Yoongi. Mostly where he was taking me on Saturday, but nonetheless, Yoongi occupied my thoughts.

"... Jimin? Jimin." Jin says, trying to get my attention from the the floor.

"Hm?" I ask.

"I asked you a question." Jin says eith a smile as my cheeks heat up.

"C-could you please repeat the question?" I ask, glancing around the room to find every one smiling except Yoongi who is staring at his lap as he twiddles his thumbs.

"What are you doing this weekend?"

"Um..." I start, looking at Yoongi for approval, but he's still staring at his lap.

"I have plans."

"With who? You just got here." Jin says.

"Uh, my mom and I were going to, uh... go site seeing. You know, get acquainted with the area more."

"But you've lived here for about a month now..."

"Yeah, but we've been unpacking the entire time."

"Mhm." Jin answers.

"It's true." I whine.

"If that's true then how come the house wasn't clean and fully unpacked?" Yoongi finally speaks up.

"Because one of the trucks didn't get here and when it did, my mom was busy signing my brother and I up for school and working during the day." I say, getting defensive.

"How do three people have that much stuff?" Yoongi asks.

"Well, when your mother is a hoarder and your brother has to be signed up to a boarding school so he doesn't throw all her stuff away, then you can start judging me. But until then, stop questioning me so hard, and back out of my personal life, Yoongi." I say, whisper-yelling.

"Okay then." Taehyung says after a moment of silence.

Namjoon's phone pings and he looks at it before saying, "I gotta go, my mom wants me home."

Namjoon gets up and Jin follows him out of the room.

"What time is it?" Jungkook asks.

"Seven thirty three." I answer as I look at my phone.

"I'm supposed to be home in a few minutes. I'll talk to guys tomorrow." Jungkook says, almost running out of the room.

"As much as I would love to stay, I gotta be home soon, too. See you guys later." Hoseok says, standing up and walking out with the widest smile on his face.

"As your best friend, I think it is only right for me to leave you here to settle your differences. Goodbye." Taehyung says with his rectangle smile.

"What now?" Yoongi asks once everyone has left.

"What do you mean, what now?" I ask him, leaning back on my bed and opening my phone.

"Well, you are the host. Are there any special activities you had planned?" Yoongi asks, knowing that he is getting on my nerves.

"No, there were no special activities that I had planned. What would you like to do?"

"I don't know. I'm kind of tired." Yoongi yawns.

"Then go home and get in the bed."

"I don't want to go home. It's so far away." Yoongi says as he climbs on the bed next to me. Luckily, I have a full size bed so there was enough space for the two of us.

"Why? Why are you on my bed? So many questions..."

"I'm on your bed because I'm going to sleep. I told you, I'm tired."

"Yoongi, no, don't go to sleep on my bed. Please-" I beg, but there was no use; Yoongi had already fallen asleep.

"Well alright then." I say, closing my phone and sliding it in my back pocket. I get up and turn the light off before laying down on the ground and drifting off to sleep.

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