The duo were both played on Yoongi's bed staring at the white ceiling.
The thick air around them was only intensifying as time passed by. It made them more alert than anything.
It was at night.
They needed to sleep soon.
Mian let out a breathless chuckle.
"It- it's been so long since I was in your room."
Yoongi hummed agreeing.
The last time had been when he was fourteen before her departure.
"Yeah, it's been a long time."
Mian took this chance to admire the decent-sized room.
He had a queen bed in the middle of the room matching side tables on each side of the bed, a black dresser pushed by the front wall. On one corner of the sidewall, were his producing set up with an extending table next to it, on the other side were two inter doors next to each other.
One leading to the closet, the other to the bathroom he shares with Hoseok.
She took in his desk, the messy papers laying on top with a few crumbled up near the bin.
"You working on a new song?"
"Songs." He corrected turning his head to face her briefly.
"I have this new artist about to debut, they want her to have an Ep back to back as well." He answered her.
Mian hummed. Both boys had explained to her about their internships earlier.
It was back to the silence again.
"Mian"
The girl hummed.
Yoongi paused thinking of an easy way to ask her the one question bothering him the most. He wanted to know if she was dating Namjoon.
He didn't know how to ask though.
Wouldn't it be invading her private matters?
Still, he needed to put his anxiety away.
"Are you dating Namjoon?" The man blurted out the question in an argument with himself.
This made her turn her head to him. Her hair draped beautifully on her purple pillow.
"What makes you ask that?"
Yoongi shrugged.
"You are just so close to him."
Very close. He wanted to add.
Mian laughed.
She thought the question was stupid.
It was Namjoon!!
She and Namjoon couldn't date for three important reasons.
One,
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