Somehow she reminded him of a rose. She was so delicate and fragile. Her small ears were always pressed down against her silver hair. Someone once told him that roses took a while to bloom but the end result was always worth it. And Taehyung was det...
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☆ (Y/N)'s Point Of View ☆
"The fuck?"
I woke up to the sound of Taehyung's voice, clearly unhappy at something. I think I was only asleep for about 10 minutes or so but it seemed as if Yoongi was still asleep. Groggily, i lifted my head from Yoongi's chest and stared at Taehyung's seemingly confused face.
"Oh you came back." I mumbled tiredly, slowly letting my head fall back onto Yoongi's chest and letting my eyes close again. Taehyung's eyes widened, immediately moving to take action. "Oh no you don't." He said, scooping me up into his arms with ease, letting my head sink into his neck and wrapping my legs around his hips. He began to move backwards and dart out of the room before Yoongi woke up and realised i was gone.
"Why can't i sleep?" I mumbled into his ear, this made his hairs stand on end and made his cheeks flush slightly. Clearing his throat, he decided on what he should attempt to say to me in response of that.
"B-Because we're starting the game soon." He stuttered out, fast walking into the living room and launching us both onto the sofa. Everyone stared at us in utter confusion then turned their eyes to the walking lump that dragged itself into the room after us. It was Yoongi, a glare on his face which was aimed at Taehyung.
"Is something the matter?" Taehyung asked, glaring equally hard at Yoongi as he plopped on the sofa opposite us. Yoongi said nothing but replied with a mere hum of disapproval. Namjoon cleared his throat loudly, making everyone turn their face to him in attention.
"Now that we're all down here. The game which has been prepared for us is called----" Namjoon's voice was cut off by the ring of his phone. His brow furrowed as he fished for the item in his back pocket. He looked at the producer and flashed him the contact name, asking if he could answer it. This earned him an annoyed nod from the producer.
Namjoon then answered the call and pressed it to his ear. I focused my hearing on the voice that was on the other line, quickly making it out to be Pd Bang making me slightly glare at the phone.
I made sure to focus on every word he said though because I knew that after Namjoon ended the phone call, he wiuld most likely gather up the group and rush to the building without an explanation. Almost as if he read my mind, the phone call ended and Namjoon was standing to his feet and gathering his jacket.
