Together || Yoongi FF

Together PT.3

"Ha! I won! I won!" An extremely excited Jungkook shouted at the top of his lungs. Making his victory dance. It had been the first time he had won against you and was liking it a little too much.

You laughed at his cute actions. "Yes, Jungkookie! You finally did it!" You replied, clapping your hands to acknowledge the boy's hard work.

You were the master in Omok. No one had won against you, none of the boys. Not even Yoongi, who was the king among his friends, of course, until you appeared.

You laughed at the thought, remembering all those times when he would pout and tense, waiting for the hit of your fingers on his forearm. You do love to see his face, it looks so cute. He was a lazy/cute ass. Yes, he was your lazy/cute ass, the most talented of all (according to you).

"Yah! Jungkook! Don't even dare to put a single finger on her! No wrist hits as victory reward!" Namjoon told the maknae, just when he was about to do so. You glared at Namjoon.

"It's okay. It's only one hit-"

"Shush!" Namjoon interjected, placing a finger on his lips, telling you to shut up and do as he said. In the other hand, Jungkook was in the verge of tears. All this time waiting for the moment to take revenge and now he couldn't take it.

Namjoon was always like that when you were around. He always helped you up and down the stairs, he opened the door for you, he checked that you ate everything, he made sure the boys weren't too touchy around you (you know, playfully hitting you) and more importantly, that you got home safely. Also, when you weren't around them he would call you every day asking if college was too stressing and if he should help you with it (you didn't know how he would do that, since he is always busy, but knowing him, he would manage a way), he would ask if you ate well, if you needed more money, if you were drinking enough liquids, if you weren't skipping your visits to the gynecologist and if the typical nauseas of a pregnant woman hadn't arrived yet. He was kind of overprotecting, but he was doing Yoongi's paper at the moment, maybe because you were still too afraid of telling the man about it. And to be honest, it felt good, knowing that someone really cares for your wellbeing and the wellbeing of the one inside of you.

And talking about Yoongi: He wasn't even talking to you when you were around with the other boys. He would just go to his room and lock himself until you left. He didn't text you anymore. He wouldn't answer your calls nor reply your messages. It was kind of hurting you, and you wanted to know why he was doing such an awful thing. But you never seemed able to catch him for a single minute.

"Jungkook, I'll go to look for the others, you stay here and take care of (Name), okay?" Jungkook tilted his head to the side, not understanding why Namjoon was so protective over you. In fact, it had been happening since a few weeks ago and he had to admit that in the begging he thought you were cheating on Yoongi with Namjoon, but then, when he saw how overprotective Namjoon was being towards you, an intriguing assumption came to him. Yet, he didn't have a way of finding out if his assumption was correct.

"Of course, hyung. I will." Jungkook said, giving Namjoon a soldier-style salute. Seconds later Namjoon had left the two of you alone.

"Jungkook! I'm older than you!" The said boy chuckled at your comment.

"Yes, but not taller." You glared at his cheesy, evil smile.

"That doesn't mean any-" Jungkook found himself surprised when your hand flew rapidly towards your mouth. He then saw how the upper part of your body leaned forward abruptly, before going back again, just like when someone is about to vomit. He watched you as you stood up in a second and ran towards the bathroom, locking the door behind you and throwing it all in the toilet.

"Noona! Are you alright?" You heard Jungkook's worried voice at the other side of the door.

"Yes. I'm-" Before you could finish your sentence your body demanded to throw it all out again.

It felt horrible. The acid taste of all. The burning sensation in your mouth and throat. The disgusting smell and color. You felt dizzy and your body without strength.

"Noona!" You heard Jungkook say once again, a bit louder this time. You breathed heavily, sitting on your knees.

"I'm fine. I guess the thing I ate earlier made me sick." You said, a little hesitant, since you knew it wasn't that.

The typical nausea had finally arrived. What could you expect? It had been a month and a half since that night.

You stood up, flushing the toilet. Your feet dragged you toward the sink, where you made gargles with water to get the disgusting and burning sensation out of your mouth. Once you finished, you splashed water on your face and dried it with a towel hanging from a tiny circular handle.

"Noona?" You heard a worried Jungkook whisper from the other side, just as if being afraid of something.

You opened the door and stepped out, seeing a worried Jungkook standing inches away from you. "Are you alright?" You nodded your head, forcing a smile..

"I'm okay. Now, let's have a rematch!" You said, lifting your hand in the air and walking toward the place both of you originally were.

Jungkook found it strange, but brushed it away. Just one time wouldn't be enough to clear his assumption.

For your bad luck, it happened two more times. Fortunately, the rest of the boys hadn't arrived yet. But when they did, the first thing you did was leave the dorm as fast as possible.You didn't want to get busted. Jungkook had watched enough already. Too much for your liking.