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~ Jimin POV ~

"This is stupid, can I take this thing out of my ear?" Y/N said, and I gasped. "No! I feel like really professional right now. If Yoongi notices it then take it out, but kept it in as long as you can. Your hairs keeping it hidden anyway" I said.

I was talking about a microphone I put in her ear, so I can listen to what they were talking about, as well as still talking to her.

I know, childish. But I was excited.

I've gotten Y/N outside Yoongi house, and she is going to pretend she's lost, and ask to call her manager, which is actually me, to pick her up.

Pretty genius, if you ask me.

"Ring the doorbell" I said, and she did, as I heard the faint sound of the ring from the inside of the house.

I listened in carefully, and heard the door opening. I started smiling like a maniac, but I was a bit worried.

"Is it Yoongi?" I asked, and she coughed between a 'yes'

"Hi, um, I've gotten a bit lost, so could I borrow your phone to call someone to pick me up. My phone ran out of battery" i heard Y/N say, and i smiled at how convincing she sounded.

I mean, her brother is an actor.

There was a silence, and I heard Y/N shuffling a bit.

Yoongi voice was then heard, "oh my... T.G?!" He sounded excited, and I suddenly felt bad for him. But that feeling left quickly realising what he did to her.

"Haha, you know me?" Y/N responded, obviously not expecting an answer.

"Yeah... uh, do you want to come in?" Yoongi asked, and I congratulated myself about how well our plan was working out. "Yeah, that would be nice" Y/N answered.

"This is working so well" I said, and she whispered back, probably quiet enough so Yoongi couldn't hear her, "it really is"

"Here's my phone" Yoongi suddenly said, and soon enough my phone started ringing.

I answered the phone, and Y/N said, "Um, manager Park, could you pick me up. I got a bit lost after some fans were chasing me. I really am sorry"

I deepened my voice in case Yoongi could hear me, and said, "That's completely fine, where are you?"

Y/N paused, and I listened in their conversation through her headpiece, "What's the address?"

"Oh, um, 23 baepsae st" Yoongi spoke shyly, and she repeated in the phone. I then said in a deep voice, "okay. I will be there in 20 minutes"

"Okay, bye" She said, then hung up.

After putting my phone down, I shuffled over to another part of my room, listening back into their conversation. "Do you want something to drink?" I heard Yoongi ask.

"Say no. If you do, it will lose time to become friends" I said over the microphone. "No thanks" Y/N said.

There was a silence, and I bit my lip, "compliment him or something" I said, trying to help her break the tension in the room.

"You know, Yoongi, I really like your hair colour" she said, and when I realised she said his name, i face palmed. Yoongi, please don't notice.

"Yeah, thanks. I was thinking about dying it back to black, because I'm getting pretty sick of the mint- wait. How did you know my name? I don't recall telling you" Yoongi said.

I groaned. Stop paying so much attention!

"Oh, I just assumed, since it's on your shirt" she said, and I furrowed my brows. Yoongi has a shirt with his name on it?

I burst out laughing.

"Can you hear that?" I heard Yoongi asked, and I shut up, listening into the conversation. "Hear what?" Y/N asked. "I thought I just heard laughing, never mind" Yoongi said, and I chuckled about how close that was for me being found out.

"Oh, weird" Y/N chuckled.

"You know, you have a really nice house. Do you live alone?" Y/N asked, and I widened my eyes. I think she may have hit a soft spot.

"No, I live with my parents. They come back pretty late though" he replied, a lot quieter then usual.

His voice was suddenly a lot more cheerful, and he said, "I listen to a lot of your sings, and I really enjoy them. You're really talented!"

I heard a rustle near the microphone, and Y/N said, "thanks, glad you like it"

"Oh, I think there's something in your ear?" Yoongi said, but it came out as more of a question then a statement.

"Oh?" Was the last thing I heard, before the microphone dropped from Y/N's ear, turning off.

~ Yoongi POV ~

This is so cool.

T.G is in my house right now, but it's like I don't even know what to say.

I want to tell her how much I admire her.

I want to tell her how much I look up to the work and effort she puts in her music.

I want to tell her that she is truly my inspiration.

But I don't.

Instead, silence constantly envelopes the house, until a topic of conversation is brought up.

Soon, a cars was heard, honking. She stood up, and walked towards the window, looking out, then turning back to me.

"He's here" she said, and I suddenly felt upset. Even if the conversations had been a bit awkward at times, I enjoyed her company.

"I really appreciate this" she said, and I smiled brightly at her. "Actually, do you mind if I get your number? You seem really nice"

My eyebrows jumped, and I stuttered, "Y-you want m-my number?"

She nodded, and if possible, my smile got wider to the point of my cheeks hurting a little.

I nodded, and she passed me her phone.

I entered my number, and passed her phone back to her.

"This was really cool" I said with a smile. "Yeah, it was" she replied.

"Well, bye!" She exclaimed, waving while walking out the door.

I waved back, watching her until she had jumped in the car, and driven off.

I chuckled as I closed the door, a huge smile present on my face.

I actually just met Y/N