cigarette ;; DISCONTINUED

sixteen

16: Rest

Jisoo pov
I felt the loud music run through my body, making me feel my lungs vibrate because of the hard-going bass.

Tiptoeing, I searched for one specific person. It was the 20th again so Aurora had opened in the late evening.

I brushed my hair out of my face and walked upstairs, scanning the crowd of people on the dance floor.

It hadn't even been ten minutes since the four of us had arrived and I already lost them all.

I knew Lisa was probably on the dancefloor but I had no idea where Jennie and Chaeyoung were.

Upstairs I waited in front of the VIP rooms for a few minutes until I noticed a familiar figure walking towards me.

"I've been searching for you for quite a while", Yoongi said as he stood in front of me.

He pulled out the VIP card and let it run through the security lock.

He pushed the door opened and closed it after I had entered the room.

"Did I make you wait for long?", he asked smiling as he walked past me to the couch.

"Not really", I replied and watched him sit down in exhaustion.

I went to the bar and looked at all different kinds of liquor bottles.

In the end, I just took two beer bottles on opened them as I just didn't feel like mixing drinks.

"You look tired", I mumbled as I handed him one of the bottles and sat down next to him.

He took a small sip and sighed.

"I am. Our schedule hasn't been this loaded in a long time."

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. I've never really seen him like that and it made me worry.

"Why didn't you stay at home?"

He moved his head so his neck cracked, giving me chills over the horrible sound.

"Someone needs to watch over my boys, right?"

He turned to me and smiled at me with half-closed eyes. The way he loved his bandmates warmed my heart and I could do nothing but wonder how he would treat the woman he loved.

Whoever would end up with him could count themselves as lucky.

I cleared my throat and uncrossed my legs, putting a pillow on top of it.

"Here, lay down in my lap", I said as I patted on the pillow.

Yoongi looked at me, narrowing his eyes. He placed his beer on the little glass table and I followed him.

"What are you saying?"

I slowly lifted my arm and touched his neck, pulling his head gently down on the pillow.

None of us say anything and after a few seconds he lifted his legs up on the couch until he was laying comfortably.

"What's gotten into you, Soo? I don't know you like this", he said and turned, so he was laying on his back.

He looked up to me, waiting for an answer.

"I don't know. I just don't want you to collapse again."

I thought back to the time where I was MCing while he was promoting their, at that time, recent album. After rehearsal he had collapsed, worrying me to death.

That had been the start of our friendship. I remember how he had asked me for my number after I had provided him some water and painkillers so he could buy me a meal in return for my help.

To this day we never went out to eat because of his busy schedule.

Yoongi closed his eyes and I listened to his steady breathing.

"Please don't overwork yourself", I whispered as I started to brush through his hair.

He didn't answer. His hair was fluffy and I started to ask myself what kind of conditioner he was using.

His hands were folded over his abdomen and when I took a closer look, I saw goosebumps all over his arms.

Without my notice his reaction to me made me grin widely. I didn't know for how long we stayed in that position but I honestly had nothing to complain about.

"You know, you're pretty comfy", Yoongi mumbled out of nothing.

I chuckled quietly and looked down at him.

His chest was raising and lowering in a steady tempo, which made my own breathing calm down.

He still had his eyes closed so I could look at him without him getting shy and looking away.

His skin was as pale as ever and I could see his dark under-eye circles under his makeup.

I let my gaze wander to his lips. There was a small wound on his lower lip, showing me how stressed and anxious he must've been recent.

Yoongi had this habit of picking or biting his lips until they bled whenever he wasn't in a good headspace.

"How long do you plan on staring at me?", he suddenly said, opening his eyes.

Our gazes locked and for a brief moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Yoongi was ethereal. The way strands of his ashy hair fell into his face, bringing a slight contrast to his light skin, the way his eyes were looking at me made me feel something I've never felt before.

It was an indescribable feeling, a feeling of serenity and admiration, ecstasy and adoration.

To that moment I've never really noticed how handsome he actually was.

"I don't know", I replied shrugging, "Until I get tired of it."

"And that is when?"

"Probably never."

Yoongi laughed softly and flapped his arms in excitement and embarrassment.

He proceeded to try and hide his smile behind his hand but I took it and placed it back down on his chest. "Don't."

Our eyes locked again and I felt his hand relax in mine, resting on his chest.

"Don't hide your laugh, it's pretty", I mumbled. I watched his adam apple move as he gulped.

We didn't move and it felt like time didn't exist. I noticed his cheeks slightly redden and I felt his heartbeat against our hands.

This was the closest Yoongi and I had ever been. Of course, we had hugged a few times but this felt different.

I felt close to him in not only a physical way but a spiritual way as well.

Looking down at him, I felt a strand of hair fall into my face. From the corner of my eye, I saw Yoongi lift his hand before he gently brushed it away.

The sound of the door getting unlocked brought us out of this intimate moment.

Yoongi tried to get up but I pushed him back down.

"Whoever that is, wouldn't it be weird for them to see us like this? Like, what if they think we-"

"I don't care", I interrupted him, hearing him sigh.

I turned my head to the door and waited for whoever that was to come in.