My spring day. [COMPLETED]

the seven men, again.

[ JK : ]

He can't stop smiling to himself. Every time he tries to think of something else, his thoughts keep coming back to you. The messy hair, that stubborn tone, the sweet voice, and that smile? That smile could end wars. He knew he was in trouble, but he couldn't stop smiling.

He goes into his room, turning on the light to reveal 6 men sprawled across the space, "Arghh! Oh my god you guys are so weird!!"

Yoongi hyung was already knocked out in his bed, Namjoon hyung bent over something on his desk, and Jin hyung was seated, legs and arms crossed, very much in need of information. The three younger guys were  lying on the floor, staring up at him.

"So?" Jin starts.

"So what? What are you guys doing here?"

"How was it?" Jimin winks, to get a slap on the head from Taehyung, "What do you mean "it"? My Jungkookie is still a baby, stop spoiling him!"

"Guys, let him talk," Namjoon says from over the desk.

"There's nothing to talk about okay? I just dropped her home and came back."

"What are you? Snails?" Hoseok sneers, "It took you more than 5 hours to walk her home? Where does she live?"

"It didn't take that long. Can you get out now? I need to change!"

Taehyung immediately takes him into a headlock, the rest of the guys tickling his sides. He realizes there's no way around this, and that he's going to tell them at one point anyway. "Stop! Stop!" he laughs uncontrollably trying to push off Taehyung, "I'll tell you!!"

"He surrenders, let the man go."

̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴ ̴

[ You: ]

The trees lining the streets were boasting with the radiant colors of fall. The sweet music flowing into your ears through the earphones makes you hum along as you walked home from work. "You are the cause of my euphoria..." He had the most amazing voice. And he was right, they really were famous. And god were they talented. After all the research you had done the past week, it felt like you had missed out on so much of your youth. Does he write his own songs? His voice seemed to fill in your lonely days now, you couldn't go to sleep anymore without listening to him. Oh my god I'm pathetic. You couldn't stop smiling though, those big eyes and bunny smile haunted all your thoughts.

Taking the turn to your house, you see a black Subaru parked outside the gate. Can't they see they're blocking private property, you sigh. As you walk up closer you see him. Grinning, eyes crinkled, seated on the front porch. You feel your heart beat racing, like you were 5 and just saw Santa Claus. Fastening your pace, you walk up to him, "Hey".

He smiles warmly, "Hey". His voice, like sweet honey.

"What are you doing here?"

"Are you free now?" he smirks, excitement evident in his tone.

"Um, I'm never free you know," you tuck in a strand of hair behind your ear, suddenly conscious of your looks. What is wrong with me??

"Oh, don't worry about your mom. I found someone who can look out for her till you get back," his smile is full of mischief.