This Wild Love // Yoongi

Kimchi and Japchae

I hover outside the door to my apartment, carrying a few bags with groceries. We'd spent the entire afternoon fleeing into crowds and ditching any prying eyes, and at the end of it all, Jin insisted on going to the supermarket by causing a ruckus in my hood.

My muscles strain against the weight on my arms. Passing out seems like a valid option.

Jin hooks his way out of Yoongi's hoodie and ends up on my shoulder, overlooking my apartment number.

Dad used to preach that any guy who steps into my room will face the barrel of his gun first. I wonder if this still applies.

Jin claws his way down the front of the hoodie and nestles into the pocket in front of my stomach, reminding me that he still has to shift back. I punch in a few numbers to access my key from the lockbox.

"Don't try anything funny," I weakly tease Jin, mimicking the tone and words he'd used with me when I first visited their home.

He flaps his wings inside the hoodie and squeaks in protest. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Be patient. I have your clothes right here."

Once I step foot into my apartment, Jin leaps out of my pocket. I absentmindedly point him to the bathroom and throw his clothes in the same direction. By the time I put the groceries on the counter, he walks out of the bathroom fully clothed.

I really can't deny it now, can I? He just walked out of my bathroom, and I didn't let any guys in through the front. I seriously could have been carrying a random bat in my pocket this entire time.

Feeling woozy, I grab a kitchen towel and douse it in cold water. Jin walks up to the kitchen counter and his handsome face twists into a frown.

"Let me get that. You have to be sore after everything you just did..." Not having the strength to complain, I silently hand Jin the damp kitchen towel. He furrows his brow and brings his hand to my forehead.

"You're burning up again. Just go lay down, I'll cook something up while we wait."

"You don't know where the cooking utensils are, or the food..." I start, reaching for a cabinet.

"I'll search for it," he insists, pulling my hand away and turning me around. "Just lay down. Take the towel with you, too."

He puts the damp towel in my hands. Nodding, I cross the hardwood floor and slowly ease onto my couch. I think the wound on my back tore open again, but the gauze still feels dry. It must be fine.

The round trip from the supermarket to my apartment had been a long and grueling task. The entire time, my forehead glistened with sweat. My hands grew clammy, and the bags kept slipping from my grip. Putting up a front in public while handling the groceries had been difficult.

"Should I text them now?" I call over to Jin.

"Yeah, just text the apartment number. I'm sure they would have tracked us down to the building, but they probably don't know what floor we're on."

"Alright." Unlocking my phone, I navigate to my text messages and start a new chatroom with the numbers provided to me by Jin.

He walks back to the kitchen and starts up the stove as new messages start flooding into the chatroom.

New Chat

Namjoon: Y/N, can you send the apartment number?

612.

Jimin: Y/N! Can I just call you Noona~♡