The performance ended and the crowd cheered, serenading us with fan chants and cries of both excitement and disappointment over the song ending too fast.
The lights dimmed and we headed backstage. The staff handed us our share of refreshments, then we huddled up to discuss about how we did.
I started, "I think I might have lifted my shirt a little too high."
The hyungs laughed.
Hoseok patted me on the back, "It's okay. The fans love it. And shouldn't you be used to it by now?"
"No but I think the camera caught my nipple."
The hyungs laughed again and took turns to ruffle my hair and pinch my cheeks.
I felt someone's fingers playing with my ear.
Of course, it was none other than Kim Taehyung.
The number one in the world.
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I smiled at him and playfully flicked his fingers away. He beamed at me with his boxy smile then abruptly turned away.
But I kept staring.
Ah.
I adore Taehyung.
What I felt for him was a murky mess of all sorts of feelings. Admiration, brotherly love, passion... passion? Anyway, I wasn't sure. All I was certain about was that I absolutely adored him.
Though I did almost kiss him the other day. God knows what that was about.
And because of that incident I felt the sudden need to put some space between us. Instead of getting on the same van as Taehyung, this time I got on the one with Yoongi and Namjoon while Jin joined the other three.
Namjoon turned to face me from the front seat,
"Why aren't you getting on the van with them today?"
I replied without taking my eyes off my phone, "Just felt like joining you guys."
He wasn't convinced, "Right." And turned back to the front.
A couple miles down the road later, Namjoon's snoring grew louder. His head rolled to the side but before I could take a picture, Yoongi said flatly,
"It's because of what happened yesterday isn't it?"
I put down my phone. "What do you mean?"
"You're avoiding Taehyung because he pounced on you naked yesterday."
I snickered, "Hyung, he didn't attack me. Didn't we explain to you guys that it was an accident?"
"They believed it. I don't."
My smile faded. "Yoongi-hyung. It was an accident."
His expression remained blank and unconvinced. "Do you really think that me opening the door at that exact moment was a coincidence? I opened it because I didn't want you two to do something you'll regret."
I frowned, "You were eavesdropping?"
"Not intentionally. I just happened to pass by and heard your heated argument when suddenly you went quiet."
I didn't know how to respond.
He sighed, "What's really going on between you two?"
"Nothing."
"Do you like Taehyung?"
"Of course."
"No, not in a brotherly kind of way. I mean in that way."
Again, I didn't know what to say. I looked outside the window and muttered,
"I don't know."
"...Well, anyway... it's none of my business. Just be more careful next time. I don't want either of you to be so rash and act out without thinking. You'll both get hurt."
He positioned himself so that he could doze off more comfortably.
I murmured, "Yeah... I know."
I rested my head on the window and closed my eyes.
Bzzztt.
My phone vibrated.
The screen lit up to reveal a new message notification:
TaeTae Hyung - Jungkookie - Here's the link you wanted - https://www.wattpad.com/509697526-fuckbuddies-vkook-⌠-one-⌡ - So stop avoiding me.
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Hey guys :> Thanks for sticking around.
Now that I've finally caught up with the timeline of BTS's current situation, I've got to slow down to match their schedule. So I'm going to start working on slightly longer chapters and will be publishing them regularly on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays.
