My Love is a Star (BTS Suga Fanfiction)

85. Hwa Yong Yeon Hwa

JK's POV

35th floor. 

Oh, God. I couldn't even tell if I dozed off in there. Walking towards my room felt like a job already. 

I carelessly kicked my slip-ons off as soon as I came in. Good thing I'm not living with Hobi hyung anymore. He didn't like the slightest bit of mess in sight. When we go on tour, his luggage was always packed so nicely you'd even think he ironed each one before putting them in there. What do I do? Just grab the first set of black shirts in my closet and fit them into my bag whichever way possible. As long as I can zip it shut, it's all good. I wondered how Jimin-ssi survived being his roommate all these years. It must have been a nightmare always having someone keeping an eye on you.

When I turned the corner, the first thing I checked was the kitchen counter. It was empty. I came closer and saw that the dishes have been washed.

Well. She ate everything. She has to at least clean after herself. But that doesn't change the fact that she didn't even care to say...

"Thanks for cooking!" Says the post-it pasted on the fridge right behind me. Didn't see that one coming. That came out like it was on queue or something.

I took it off and found myself staring at it like there's some kind of mystery code I could crack. She obviously scribbled the note without giving it much thought. I smirked. I have better handwriting than hers.

And yet again, she had my number. She could have messaged me too you know.

Well. She may not be the text message type of person just like yourself Jungkook. I smiled foolishly. Why am I even trying to reason with myself?

I glanced at the box of roses in my hand and the word Why was screaming all around me.

I nudged the question off and quickly placed the ice cream in the fridge. It made me feel all so weird suddenly that I'm starting to regret I even bought them in the first place.

I will make sense with all of this once I'm all washed up and fed. So off to the shower I go!

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YOONGI's POV

"I'll see you again in 2 weeks." Lucas beamed at Rozie, his eyes sparkling like the stars he's about to see once I knock him out of his senses. I scorned him. He reminds me perfectly of Jimin. Always gets too friendly around women. And apparently, I paid a big sum for the entire place and not even a single thanks. This guy, jeongmal. Let's see if you still have this place up in 2 weeks.

"Oh yes, you will. Maybe you can do something about Yoongi's bent handle?" I can't believe she just said that.

"Didn't know it was bent, to begin with..." he was trying not to laugh. I just rolled my eyes. Rozie can be a little naive sometimes.

"But of course, anything for you Rozie."

So we're on a first name basis now. This guy is getting dangerous by the second.

"Can I ask for your number though? Just in case Yoongi here is too busy with his schedule."  Sneaky little fox. He was already putting his phone out.

"Oh no. Nothing is scheduled at the moment and she doesn't have a phone. Contact me instead. You have my number." I babbled as I pushed Rozie away from this hungry beast.

I mouthed Asshole and a couple of curses at him as we crossed the street that made Lucas laugh sick to his stomach.

Argh. I'm starting to question the quality of friends I have.