Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Mic Drop

Yoongi is...smiling.

Big and bright and full gummy, causing my heart to stutter in my chest and my breath to catch in my lungs. And he actually looks surprised to see me.

"You came," he muses, his small, dark eyes widening.

"Uh, yeah. Jungkook has something to do and I figured it must be important."

He nods and then steps aside to let me in. I slip off my boots, set them by the door, and ease past him, forcing myself to hold my breath as to not inhale his scent. When I manage to successfully get that far, I spare a glance around the room.

"Why'd you move your studio?" I ask without looking at him.

"I stay up late working on music and end up sleeping and eating here. I needed something bigger and there's a bathroom too."

I glance up in time to see him waving towards a door, and I nod in response. He gives me another minute, letting me scan the bigger space, which has been minimally decorated. The white walls are pretty bare save for a few photos that have been blown up of him and his bandmates. One looks as if it's from debut day. Another is them on the Grammy stage, decked out in sleek tuxedos. He kept the electronic piano, the shelving units, and his mini-fridge, but the couch is different. Bigger and not leather like the last one but still black. It actually looks pretty cozy. I'm assuming he chose that for added comfort during the nights he sleeps here, which, recently, seems to be every other night.

However, there is one thing that gives me pause, although I try not to give anything away. On his desk, amongst the various monitors and production equipment, is the framed photo I gifted him. The one from the sexy photoshoot Jiwoo arranged for me. And beside it is the coffee cup I bought him at K-Fest in Busan. I didn't expect him to keep those things, especially the handmade mug. But there they are, sitting amongst the thing he holds most dear to him: his music.

"Have a seat?" Yoongi offers, breaking me from my inner ramblings.

I turn around to see him wave towards the sofa. He then goes over to the mini-fridge and pulls out two cold bottles of water, setting one before me without even asking if I want it. I'm a little tempted to leave it untouched out of spite, but my mouth has been hella dry since Jungkook received the text that summoned me. I pop open the top while Yoongi takes a seat at his desk chair, swiveling around to face me. After I've had a refreshing sip, I lift a brow.

"So...why did you want to see me, Yoongi?" I question, my tone purposely flat to hide the tremble in my voice.

"I wanted to tell you something."

I take another sip of water. "Tell me what?"

"I, uh..."

Oh shit.

He wouldn't. Of course, he wouldn't say that.

Would he?

No. That's ridiculous.

"I finished my mixtape."

See. Ridiculous.

I blink a few times, somewhat confused. "Oh. Uh, that's great." Why is he telling me this?

Yoongi smiles once again, and it's so gorgeous and pure that it's seriously breaking my fucking heart just to look at him.

"You're the first person I've told. And...and I want you to be the first person to hear it."

"Why?"

"Huh? Oh, uh... I don't know. I guess you motivated me to finish it." He shrugs.

I nod. "Well, ok. Let's hear it then."