Secrets

8. Take Care of My Heart

I couldn't look Namjoon in the eyes for about three days. He fixed that by breaking my favorite watch.

"I just want to know how you managed to break while it was on my wrist," I said, laughing while Jungkook tried to fix it.

"If I knew how I broke things, I'd break fewer things."

"Guys, I don't think I can fix this." Jungkook looked up at me with a frown. "You're going to have to take it to a jeweler or something."

"That's fine. Thank you for trying, Jungkookie." I ruffled his hair and he rolled his eyes.

"Stormie."

I turned around, one of the people running the photo shoot. I bowed and smiled. "Yes?"

"One of the managers told me to have you gather the boys?"

"Oh, sure. You may want to cover your ears," I said as Jungkook and Namjoon both shoved their fingers in their ears.

Looking confused, she covered her ears. I took a deep breath, put two fingers in my mouth and whistle twice. Two short, loud, sounds. The poor girl flinched.

The management team had descovered this during a day when the maknaes had wondered off and we couldn't find them. I'd gotten frustrated and whistled until it was silent and then yelled, "Come here!" It had worked.

Now they have me whistle when something is taking too long.

"My ears!"

"Make it stop!"

I laughed as they ran in complaining. The managers had told me I'd be in charge once everything started, for practice. I looked down at the notebook and sent everyone off.

The managers watched me flit around, stepping in here and there to help.

"Suga-oppa! Stop pouting and get a move on." I pushed him gently to get him moving.

I knew why he was being moody. The photoshoot had been a bit last minute, and it had ruined his plans to come to my apartment. I'd been a little bugged by that too.

By the end of the shoot, I was exhausted. I needed a nap badly. I was watching the guys do their group photos when I made eye contact with Yoongi. Who licked his lips and winked. I blushed and looked away.

He's going to be the death of me. Sweet, blissful, death of me.

"Hey, Stormah!" I turned around to see Hoseok running up to me. "How are you getting home? I checked with the manager and he said we can take you so you don't have to take the bus."

I smiled up at him. "That would be awesome. Thank you!"

I'd been planing to take a late train back, the shoot had been a long drive out and most of the managers had to stay late. Only one was going back with the boys.

Namjoon and Yoongi were sitting in the back. The only spots left were in the very front of the van.

"Oh, Stormie," Namjoon said, getting out of his seat. "Do you mind? I wanted to talk to Hope about the new album."

"Not at all." I said and in English. "Appreciate it."

Namjoon nodded as I climbed into the seat next to Yoongi.

Yoongi: sleep flirt, i know youre tired
Me: i need to tell you something though
Yoongi: what is it
Me: I'm scared, everyday i feel like I'm sinking deeper, i am very much in love with you, and it scares me that you might not be so deep because it hasn't been that long, my heart is yours now, please take care of it
Yoongi: You have nothing to worry about, being with you isn't some game, it's the beginning of a very long story.

As I was reading his message he reached over and grabbed my left hand. He pointed to my ring finger and mouthed "mine".

I couldn't help but smile. I losened the scarf around my neck, using to hide the hickey he'd given me, and closed my eyes. After a moment I leaned my head on Yoongi's shoulder and drifted to sleep.