A little bit of you

PART V

Chaeyoung's not dumb. She can feel that something has changed between them. It doesn't take a genius to realize it (Something tells her Tae had an idea and just kept his mouth shut because he's a sadist.). Truthfully, she tried not to think much about it, but whenever she sees Jungkook doing the absolute bare minimum her heart does an unexpected leap that takes her off-guard. She's been questioning herself a lot these days because none of her actions make sense. She's not trying to deny what she's feeling; she's just perplexed by the sheer intensity of it. It didn't hit her like a ton of bricks as one may think, Chaeyoung is a self-aware person, she could say she saw it coming (and honestly, who could blame her?) but it's Jungkook that got her really confused. She's great at reading signs so she can easily tell when someone's interested in her, but with Jungkook, the lines are still a little blurred. At first, the telltales were vividly clear in the way he blushed and spluttered around her, but now that they've become more comfortable around each other, she can't say for sure. He can still be a little shy sometimes, but his confidence has grown and it made her curious. Her rational side is thrown off, but her gut feeling is positive that the feeling is mutual.

Just last week, while she was going through her daily skin care routine in front of the bathroom mirror, Jungkook came in and stopped at the door, observing her intently.

"What?" Chaeyoung blinked.

"Is..is that my hoodie?" He points at the oversized sweatshirt she's wearing. She inspects it and smiles sheepishly.

"Ah yeah, sorry about that. I'll take it off once I'm done."

"No." he approaches her and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a gentle smile on his face. "It looks good on you. You can keep it."

Needless to say, for the first time ever in her history of interactions with Jungkook, Chaeyoung was left speechless, a crimson red blush coloring her cheeks. And that was enough to tell her what she needed to do.

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"Do we really have to go?" Jimin pouts, his head resting on Yoongi's chest, arms around his boyfriend.

"Believe me, I don't want to deal with my homophobic family either." He sighs, hugging Jimin closer to his chest. "But my brother really wants us to be at his wedding and I don't want to miss such an important day of his life. I want us to be there for him." He drops a kiss on top of Jimin's head.

"Well, when you say it like that.." he groans and lifts his head from Yoongi's chest to look at him, still in full pout mode. "Fine, but if your mom starts talking shit about you again, I'm not responsible for what might happen to her face." Yoongi laughs fondly and leans in to peck Jimin's lips.

"Got it, baby." he's about to go for another kiss when the doorbell rings. They stare at each other momentarily in confusion. "uh, are we expecting someone?" Yoongi says as Jimin grumpily leaves the comfort of his boyfriend's arms, already sending telepathic death glares to whoever disturbed them

"I'll go check." He walks up to open the door (He swears if it's either Tae or Jungkook they're about to catch these hands.) and is surprised to find Chaeyoung, looking distressed.

"Chae? You okay?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." She gets in and goes straight to their beaten-up sofa (in all fairness, Yoongi was really broke before he landed himself a job as a music producer so you can't blame him for purchasing the lousiest furniture out there. Yet, for some reason Jimin wanted to keep it. It brought back fond memories of when they first got together and didn't want to throw it away.). Jimin takes a seat next to her, inspecting her behavior carefully.