Little Min

12

YoonSeok

"So?" Jungkook asked me the second I opened our room door.

"I'm slowly being killed, Kookie!" I whined and laid down beside him.

  He rolled me onto my side, facing him and he hugged me. "Mianhe. I saw the dance video and a few pictures of you two at a cafe."

"He insisted on giving the press something to make rumours about," I said.

"That must've hurt," he said.

"I'll live. If you can do it, so can I," I said, mostly assuring myself.

"Honestly, I question whether I'm completely over you," he said.

"We spend too much time together," I joked and snuggled up to his side.

"That we do, Diamond Maknae," he chuckled.

  ARMY gave me that nickname after seeing me expressing my cold and serious side. I was very sassy that day and "roasted" the guys and ARMY a lot. In a joking way though. I made that clear. I just did it with a straight and emotionless face. That and, since Jungkook is the Golden Maknae, they wanted me to have a name that fit with his and it make sense.

"Are you being serious though?" I asked.

"I'm not completely sure," he sighed.

"Mianhe," I said.

"For what?" He asked.

"You said you aren't sure, and if you aren't, then it's gotta suck seeing me like another person. So for that, I truly apologize," I said.

"It's alright. We share each other's pain. We'll just continue the way we always have," he said and rubbed my back soothingly.

"What time is it?" I yawned.

"12 in the afternoon," he answered.

  Taehyung and I left at 8. It's hard to believe we really were out that long. No wander Yoongi was worried.

"I think Yoongi's catching on," I mumbled.

"He's your brother. It was expected," he whispered.

"Mhm," I hummed.

"Are you tired already?" He chuckled.

"You saw the dance. You know who I'm related to. Did you not expect me to be so tired?" I asked.

"I don't know what to expect with you anymore," he joked and poked me.

"I'm stealing your bed tonight," I said.

"As long as you leave me some space," he chuckled.

"You can sleep in my bed," I said.

"And why can't you?" He asked.

"Yours has a good smell to it," I answered.

"So yours stinks?" He grimaced and laughed.

"Aniyo!" I groaned and shoved his chest playfully. "I'm just used to the scent so I don't smell it anymore."

"What about mine?" He asked.

"It's intoxicating because it's different than mine," I shrugged.

"Intoxicating as in...?" He poked my cheek.

"Almost like a drug. Ya know? It's not exactly new to me considering I hug you nearly everyday, but your cologne and soap mixed smells good on the sheets, in a non creepy way," I explained.

"Alright, I get that, but why can't I sleep in my bed too?" He asked.

"Whatever," I sighed. "Sleep wherever, but I'm taking your bed."