Chapter twenty-three:
"Pillow Talk"

Yoona POV

"Yoona."

"Mmm?"

"YOONA." Jungkook repeated himself.

"Yesssss, what?" I hissed, shoving my face back into the pillow.

"Wake up, we're here."

"Here, where?"

"Here in Seattle. I don't know where your house is, I can't remember," he replied.

"Why couldn't you have asked me?" Jimin said from the front seat. "I would have told you."

"I didn't know you knew."

"Uh... I've been her best friend for fucking ever."

"Dude, I didn't think about it. Chillax, damn."

I groaned, sitting up from the backseat and hitting the tops of both their heads with my pillow, "I live on the West Side of Seattle, on 16th and Turquoise Drive."

"Okay."

I turned to look behind us, but Yoongi's car wasn't there anymore. They must have headed toward Jennie and Taehyung's place when we got into town.

Sighing, I slipped on my tennis shoes and glared at the two men in the front of the Jeep.

Jimin had the seat fully reclined back, fisting his cell phone over his mouth, as if he was waiting on a phone call. He wore a fitted grey t-shirt and dark jeans, and his hair looked like he had been tugging on it throughout the day.

Jungkook had sunglasses on top of his head, wore a hoodie and blue jeans, and looked like he had to pee... really bad. Very antsy and uncomfortable.

The rest of the car ride went just like most of the trip: silence, with the exception of a cell phone ring or text message received every hour or so.

I grabbed my purse when we pulled into my drive, and they hopped out to bring my things inside for me.

"Just put it all over there, anywhere," I said as I dragged my feet across our hardwood floors.

Jungkook placed things by the door, while Jimin started carrying my stuff to my bedroom, ignoring my directions all together.

"I can't stay," Jungkook said, rushing over to me after the last bag was dropped on my floor, "I have errands to run, a fridge to go through, and I have to piss."

"Okay," I whispered, as he kissed the corner of my mouth.

He let his lips linger there on my face, whispering back, "I had a good time last night. Thanks for... everything."

I nodded, swallowing hard, "Sure. Me too."

"You don't... feel, I don't know... Like... you don't..." Jungkook sighed, looking to the ground, "never mind, I'm being a fucking girl."

I kept my hard position while he hung on to me, and then kissed the top of my head.

"Call me tonight if you want," he said.

"Okay."

"Tell Jimin I said I'll see him later."

"Will do," I replied, trying to ignore the fact that my heart started bounce and my chest began to cave with tension. I watched as Jungkook left my house and peeled out of my driveway, and then I collapsed face first on the black leather couch.

"Well," Jimin said, jogging down the steps from the laundry room, but keeping a safe distance from me, "I threw a load in the wash for you, because you're too lazy to do it, and you don't want to keep that shit stale in duffle bags. You look like you're gonna crash, so I'm gonna take off, give you some priv-"

"Jiminie?" I mumbled, not bothering to lift my face from the cushion.

"Yeah, what's up?" His voice was so cold, like... he knew.

It made me feel really uneasy, "I just wanted to tell you thank you, for everything. I would have had a shitty vacation if it weren't for you."

I could hear him shuffle around, and keys jiggling in his hand, "No sweat. I've got to run, gotta get my baby out of your garage. I think it's missed me."

"Jimin?"

"...Yeah."

I wheezed and sat up, so I could look at him. His cold eyes and sad frown reflected my own to a tee.

I wanted to curl out my bottom lip, or cry, but I held it together, "...Would it be too much to ask for a hug from an old friend? ...I could use one of those."

He looked at me for a moment, keeping his distance, "Could use what? An old friend, or a hug?"

I shrugged sadly, "Maybe a little bit of both."

He looked at me, as if debating my request. Every second he took to ponder, my heart began to ache even more. My hands started to shake, my chest burned, and my throat felt like it was swelling shut. I seriously wanted to break down and cry.

I knew it was shitty to do, but I resorted to beg, for the sake of... myself. "...Please, Jimin?" I whispered, not bothering to look into his eyes anymore.

"Sure," he exhaled, walking over to me. He remained standing and lifted his left arm, for me to swoop under it.

I frowned, standing and wrapping both my arms around his waist, squeezing tight.

He however, only put that arm loosely over my shoulders, and kept the other one to his side, not touching me.

"I heart you Jimin," I snickered, trying to shake off the nasty feeling in my gut that told me I was a shitty person.

He nodded, not looking down at me, "Yeah, you too. I've got to go though..." he patted me once on my shoulder, and then pulled away.

As soon as he did, my hands collapsed to my legs and I felt empty.

"Can you call me later?" I asked, as he swung open my door.

"Sure. Call you later."

"K, promise?" I shouted.

The door closed before I heard his answer.

I fell back onto the couch and grabbed the nearest pillow, hugging it to my chest for dear life.

I needed to call Luna.

I needed someone.

Taking a deep breath and ignoring the tear that fell from my eye, I opened my cell, and hit Speed Dial 1.

"Hello?" the voice said in a muffle.

"Luna," I said, as the sobs started to escape my throat. "I'm sorry to wake you; I know it's early but... I need your help. Can you come home please?"

"Yoona? What's wrong?"

"I just... really need you to come home."

"Did you make it over there okay, was the t-"

"Please," I begged, lifting my trembling hand to wipe my face.

"Oh, o-okay, I'm, uh... I'm on my way. Stay there. I'll be there within a half hour."

"K," I whispered, "hurry."

"I will, love you."

I nodded, taking a deep breath, "...I love you back."

Then I tossed the phone on the coffee table, pushed the pillow between my legs, fell over sideways on the couch, and prayed the sun would melt my curtains and windows and burn me alive.

I deserved it.

-

Luna POV

Shutting my phone, I stared at the screen, and tried to adjust my eyes to morning.

I turned to my right, to find Taehyung laying on his back, his right knee bent, and his left straight. His right arm was under the pillow and his head, while his left was on top of his stomach. Spendor managed to leave my arms, and was nestled right beside Taehyung's ribs, his chin on his tiny paws. Cora was at the foot of the bed, her neck dangling over his ankle.

Taehyung stayed up with me most of last night. Two hours after we went to sleep, I got sick. It started with a migraine, and then I just... threw up. I kept trying to get Taehyung to go to bed and rest, since I knew he hadn't had any sleep in the past three days. But, because he's stubborn, he refused. He held my hair back, put cold wash rags on my neck...

I thought that maybe it was from what I ate, like bad seafood or something. But then Taehyung explained to me (and then pointed out later in the great What to Expect When You're Expecting... book) that, your first week of pregnancy actually starts the last week of your last period. So, by the time we conceived our baby, that was the third week... Making me around six weeks now... Right when the morning sickness usually starts.

And, because I'm me, of course, I couldn't be one of those girls who just avoided this whole part, and got off lucky. Dammit all to hell.

I frowned, and rolled on my side, brushing my hands through his messy hair.

"Mmm," he mumbled, smiling, though still asleep, "that feels nice..."

"Taehyung," I whispered, "I've got to run."

He shot up, startling both me and the two dogs, "Are you sick again?"

"No," I said, holding my hand over my rapid heart, "but thank you for jumpstarting my chest today. Um..." I cleared my throat, trying to calm down, "Yoona called, they all made it back. She sounds pretty upset, so I'm going to go home and check on her."

He rubbed his eyes, yawning, and mumbling in his hoarse voice, "I'll go with you."

"You don't have to do that. You need to sleep."

"I'll be okay," he said, yawning again.

"Taehyung," I sighed disappointingly, "please sleep. I can't have you ending up in the hospital for sleep deprivation."

He turned, and began to pet Spendor, "It's all right. I'm up now, and I won't be able to sleep without you."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because... for one, I'll worry about you getting sick and me not being there. And two... I've gotten used to sleeping beside you. It won't be the same now, without you next to me."

I smiled, unable to help it, "You're such a cheeseball. I'm kind of lovin' it."

"I mean it," he chuckled defensively, crawling on his knees and out of the bed, "give me five minutes to shower, and I'll be ready."

I fidgeted, and climbed off the bed, "Want some company?"

He twisted, scratching the back of his head, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Okay... but, we have to stay on opposite sides of the shower at all times, or it's gonna take me a hell of a lot more than five minutes."

I giggled, "I'll try to control myself."

Walking in front of him, I heard a growl escape the back of his throat, without his permission.

"Dammit Luna, why do you have to look so good in my shirt?"

"To taunt you," I simply replied, yanking it off and throwing it at him, before climbing in the shower. I laughed as I watched him stare at me dumbfounded, then quickly strip and climb in behind me.

He grabbed my hips, and buried his face in the side of my neck while I reached behind me and poured shampoo on top of his head, "Are you feeling better?"

"Mmhmm. Thank you for staying up with me."

"No problem," he said, kissing my shoulder... then sucking on the skin there.

"Taehyung," I giggled, washing myself with the soap, "I thought you said opposite ends of the shower?"

"Can't help it…" he whispered, as his hands slid up my torso, and over my breasts, "...you're too sexy."

"Even though I was sick all night?" I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Not exactly then," he replied teasingly, kissing the back of my neck, "...but I can look past that."

I felt him respond, and bit down my lip, "Taehyung... I'm sorry but... I gotta go check on my sister."

Sighing, he pulled from me and stepped under the water completely, letting it drench him, "Fine."

"I'm not rejecting you, I swear," I said, feeling guilty.

"Whatever," he said jokingly, giving me that smile that should be illegal, "...make it up to me later?"

I shook my head, tossing his loofa at him, "You're such a man sometimes."

"Ahhhh, I know. Better get used to it."

I grinned, turning toward the opposite shower head and smiling into the spray...

Sex with Taehyung on a daily basis? I could definitely get used to that.

*&*#!#$^%$^

We quickly got dressed; me in a blue tank top and jeans, with a tiny black jacket over it that came a few inches past my diaphragm, but had really long sleeves; Taehyung wearing a dark shirt that matched his hair color, and comfortable jeans, with matching sunglasses on his beautiful disarrayed hair.

Taehyung insisted we take his bike for a ride to my house. It was a 2009 Hayabusa Turbo. He said it'd been cooped up in his place too long, and 'was starting to rust'. Whatever. I wasn't even aware a person could store their crotch rocket on the thirty-second story of the Escala.

"Taehyung, I really don't want to get hurt," I said, as he straddled the bike and handed me the helmet. "There's not even a place for me to sit," I continued, glaring at the helmet.

He grinned and twisted, popping off the cap behind him, and revealing a black leather back seat. The bike was sheer black, with designer art and blue lights on it that made it look fiercer by the second. It seemed like it was speeding though it was standing still. It had to be expensive... like all things Taehyung owned.

I sighed, putting the stupid thing on my head, "If we get into an accident, then I swear to Christ as my witness, I will ch-"

"Luna," he groaned, fastening the strap beneath my chin, "do you really think I'd get us hurt? Hello..." he waved his hands in front of my stomach, "...precious cargo."

"Hello," I said, rubbing my hand over his pretty face, "precious face. Don't want this pretty thing getting scratched up."

He smacked my ass, "Or that pretty thing. ...All aboard."

I grumbled and straddled the back of it, saying my goodbyes to Cora and Spendor. He pushed the thing into the elevator, and we traveled down. I thought for sure the security guards would have his ass for pulling this thing into the lobby, but the two men just smiled at us and wished us a safe trip.

"Does everyone kiss your ass daily?" I said into his ear, while he revved the engine up in the parking lot.

He nodded, and grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his torso tightly, "Usually. Hang on."

I buried my face into his back, and we were off. Peeling out of the parking lot, and heading straight into crowded morning traffic. He skidded to a stop at the red light, and my butt lifted off of the seat a little. I clammed my knees to the bike and smacked him on his shoulder, "Don't brake so late, you're gonna fling me off!"

He laughed annoyingly, and shook his head, "I love you, but don't be such a baby."

"Well don't kill the baby," I teased.

"Well, stop using the baby as an excuse!" he replied back.

Ahhh, us bickering. Gotta love it.

I closed my eyes as he peeled off again.

After a few minutes, I loosened up.

And though I'd never admit it to his face because I wouldn't want to feed his ego... I really liked this bike!

I used to ride on Jimin's a few times, but Taehyung's was a whole other dimension. It was way faster and flashier... then again, that's Taehyung for ya.

*&*#!#$^%$^

When we pulled up to my drive, I tried to ignore the nervous feeling I had of Taehyung actually seeing my home.

I'm not sure why, I was pretty proud of what I accomplished on my own... but this compared to his place... again, the MASH game, and I had the shack.

Taehyung followed me up the steps, and I swung the front door open. To my right, was my sister, curled up on the couch, quiet as a mouse. The cushions were wet beneath her right eye, and she looked miserable.

"Yoona?" I whispered, kneeling down beside the couch, "are you okay?"

She shook her head, squeezing the pillow tighter.

I listened as Taehyung shuffled awkwardly around the house, and I turned, telling him to relax and take a seat. He paused momentarily, then nodded, and sank into our lazyboy chair.

"What's the matter sissy?" I asked soothingly.

She rubbed her face, and stared off into space.

It got really silent.

"Yoona?" I whispered.

She closed her eyes, whispering in a half-whimper, "I let Jungkook fuck me last night."

I heard Taehyung let out a low, long whistle behind me. I however, was speechless. And that didn't help, since I was supposed to be the support system.

My heart felt like a piece of rock.

Clearing my throat, I lifted my hand, and tentatively rubbed her shoulder, "And... that's a... what? A bad thing?"

She nodded, closing her eyes tighter.

"Okay... did he force you t-"

"No. It wasn't forced."

"But..." I guessed, "After the lust passed, you... don't feel like you should have done it."

She nodded again, "I'm such an awful person."

"No you're not, Yoona. You're confused, people get confused sometimes."

She shook her head, "I really messed up Luna."

"It's fixable. It's always fixable."

"No. I don't think this is."

I frowned, brushing her hair out of her eyes, "...How did it happen?"

She began to sob harder, and it made me feel sad. I didn't know what to do for her. I turned around, and looked at Taehyung, who was staring at me and rocking in the chair. I frowned at him. He crinkled his forehead, then sighed and nodded, before climbing out of the chair.

He walked over to us and bent over, scooping his arms beneath my sister.

I started to question him, but he spoke up as he lifted her in the air. "Come on, Yoona. Let's get you into some comfortable clothes, and you and Luna can talk about it in your bedroom, where you'll be more relaxed. No need to be in clothes when you can lounge around the house and forget about the world for awhile."

She started crying more, into the crook of his neck. I could tell how she felt, like the world was judging her for her mistake... like we all didn't fucking make them. Hearing her pain made me angry and I wanted to ring Jungkook's neck, though this wasn't necessarily his fault.

I didn't know if it was anyone's fault, but as her sister... I wanted to kill whoever subjected her to this hurt. Regardless.

I led Taehyung down the hall to Yoona's room, and pulled off her shoes before he laid her down on her multi-colored striped comforter. She held onto him, just needing someone to hold her, and he almost fell on top of her. His hands crashed to her sides, and he hushed her, telling her that it was okay.

She started apologizing to him, saying that she knew Jungkook was his friend and how horrible of a person she was for allowing this to happen, but he dismissed it, and gave her a tight hug.

Once she finally let go, she immediately reached out to me, and I climbed beside her in the bed.

Taehyung got her a glass of water, then said he was going to leave us alone to talk, and search through my house for hidden porn stashes and illegal prescription drugs.

I laughed, and shooed him away.

"Yoona," I whispered, brushing my fingers through her hair as she cried into my collar bone, "how did it happen?"

It took her a while to respond. And when she did, I could barely hear her.

"It... um... we were in the kitchen, making hamburgers and talking... we had a few nice silent moments, you know, the kind where you stop and smile at each other? I started to tell myself that... I don't know, maybe this was what I wanted, though... deep down, I knew it wasn't ALL of what I wanted... but then he kissed me... and I hadn't been kissed in a while and I started thinking about how everyone else had someone and how lonely I was, and how much I regretted some things... and he whispered into my ear, 'I wish I had the chance to be with you, for just one night... To make up for what I lost out on', and... I don't know, Luna. I was just so confused, and so I kissed him back, and the next thing I realize, we're in the freakin' bedroom, and... it happened."

"Was it rough?"

She shook her head, taking a deep swallow and limply replying, "Not at first... and... you're really gonna hate me, but in the middle of it... Like, okay, the first bit was nice and sweet, but then in the middle of it... I started feeling like it was a bad idea, but at the same time, I didn't want to stop him... Like, I didn't know what I wanted to do... I kept thinking, just non-stop thinking, about everything I had been dealing with in my mind lately, with Jimin and the false pregnancy and everything... so I guess I started to rush it, telling him to go harder and whatever... I just basically wanted him to fuck my thoughts out of me and hurry up... and it didn't work."

"Oh Yoona," I said, hugging her as she whimpered in my ear, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you're feeling this way. Sex is supposed to be enjoyable, and sometimes, we make mistakes, but you have to do this in order to learn from them, you know?"

"I am attracted to Jungkook. You know?" she said, out of nowhere. "I don't want you to think I'm not, because I totally am... but the more and more I think of this, I wonder if I really ever loved him, or the thought of him? Because, if I loved him, I would have been happy? I would have never encouraged him to hurry up, because I would have been prolonging the moment and praying it'd never end, and be so thankful that it wasn't... but when we actually did it... Luna, he was like all the other guys. It was just sex. No actual connection, just like the rest of the guys. And, I thought he was going to be different. I really did! And... you know, I thought that... I don't know what I thought. I don't know anything at all... But I remember thinking that, when Jungkook and I first started talking or whatever, when he had that night conversation with me in my bed, when everyone thought we had hooked up but we didn't? We just stayed up and talked, and he really listened to me... I liked that, and realized that he was the first guy to do that..."

"Yeah..." I said.

"But," she shook her head, sniffling, "I was wrong. He ended up being the guy that still looked at me like I was a whore, and disgusted with me by what he found out I did."

"Yeah..." I said again, brushing her hair.

"I'm such a slut."

"You're not a slut."

"Yes I am. This was stupid, I feel so disgusting."

"Shhh, Yoona. Girls do this. Do you honestly think every female in this world has hooked up with guys that they all think is PERFECT? No. We mess up, we do stupid things, we hook up with guys because we want something that's missing in our lives... like attention or love or whatever... and then it doesn't happen necessarily, and we're left feeling empty and guilty. It's just a man versus woman nature. Guys can shrug this off, but girls... we can't."

"But," she whispered, "I don't want to lead him on. I'm more confused now than I was before we had sex. This just complicates it more."

"Then... pull your thoughts together, take as much time as you need to sort them out, and then... tell him what's really on your mind. No holds barred."

After she cried the rest of her tears out, she was silent.

I lay quiet beside her, holding her in my arms, continuing to stroke her hair and calm her down by rocking her. She used to do this for me, whenever I got down and started to think of Taehyung and my split... but now... conveniently... Taehyung is in my living room, and I know that he's mine again.

...Funny how things change.

"Yoona," I whispered after a good while, "I love you. I'll never look at you like you're a bad person. No matter what."

"I know," she whispered back.

I waited until she fell asleep in my arms, and slowly climbed backward out of the bed. When I strolled into the living room, I found Taehyung, sprawled out on my couch. He had his right foot on the floor, and his right arm over his eyes. He was crashed out.

I covered him up with a quilt that my mom made, and headed toward the kitchen to take out the disgusting trash that was left for three weeks, and the despicable refrigerator that had... very disturbing stuff left in it.

Three weeks can be hell when you return home to a gross kitchen and mildew leftovers you forgot to take out of the fridge.

-

Jungkook POV

I held my breath, banging on Taehyung's door.

I didn't take the elevator, but the stairs, all the way up. I needed the exercise. I needed to clear my head.

I banged and banged because I saw his car in the parking garage, and knew he was home.

Finally, the door swung open, revealing no Taehyung, but a squinty Jennie.

"Taehyung home?" I asked breathlessly.

"Didn't I just see you, like, an hour ago?" she mumbled annoyed.

"Yeah. Is Taehyung home?"

"No. He left a note saying that he was going to Luna's house."

"Shit," I sighed, scratching my head. "Can I come in and wait for him?"

She looked at me for a moment, still annoyed, and then stood to the side, opening the door.

"Thanks," I said, still feeling really anxious, "where's your boytoy?"

"His house," she mumbled, lifting her night mask from the top of her head and scratching her hair beneath it, "to sleep."

"Why didn't he sleep here with you?"

"He said he wanted to see his roommate and he'd be over later after he did some laundry."

"Oh," I sat on the couch.

"Alright." she said, yawning, "I'm going back to bed. I'm exhausted. Tell Taehyung not to wake me up when he gets home."

"Do you know when you'll be expecting him?"

"It's hard telling with him. You know that. Try his cell."

I buried my face in my hands, and nodded. There wasn't shit I could do.

*&*#!#$^%$^

"Jennie."

"Yeah?" she mumbled under the covers.

I frowned and climbed beside her, underneath the covers.

"Did you take your shoes off?" she muttered.

"Yes."

"Okay."

She snuggled closer to me, wanting to get warm.

We were both still completely covered, head to toe.

I frowned, fiddling with the ear of the worn-out brown teddy bear she was clutching. Its ear was frayed, one of its black eyes was scratched to hell, stuffing was coming out of the bottom left foot, and its cloth nose was hanging half-way off. She had that thing for as long as I could possibly remember. It never left this bed.

Yoongi would have to learn to share her when it came to that damn bear.

She exhaled, blowing hot air at me, "What's wrong, Jungkook."

"Nothing," I frowned.

"Tell me."

"Yoona doesn't want me, I don't think."

She scratched beneath her eye and sighed, "Why's that?"

"We had sex last night... and she acted really weird right after it, and distant all day today."

"Well, Jungkook," she chuckled sarcastically, "can you really blame her?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You. Stop dicking with her emotions, and she won't build up walls around you. You're hot and cold. You've always been with girls."

"Well what can I do?" I asked. "What now?"

"You shouldn't have had sex with her, for starters. What did you do, will her into it?"

"No, I'm not that pathetic."

"Did you say something like those men using those war lines? 'Baby I'm going off to war and it's my last night and I want to spend it with you to see what it's like'?"

"No," I lied.

"Mmhmm. I can't help you if you're not honest with me. Or yourself, for that matter."

I groaned in frustration, covering my face, "Can I nap here with you?"

"Fine," she exhaled, "but no farting under these covers Jungkook."

"Okay."

"I mean it. No dutch ovens, or whatever you call it where you fart and trap me under here so I can't get away."

I chuckled, "Fine, fine. I won't."

We lay quietly. I could hear her start to lightly snore, which she only did when she hadn't slept in a really long time.

I thought about me and Yoona... how we had fun cooking dinner... how everything I planned seemed to go smoothly. All I wanted to do was give her the Jeon charm that she missed, and convince her that I was the best for her... and the sex was good, but not great, but I could look past that... but her being quiet all night, climbing out of bed as soon as she woke up, and being distant all day... I couldn't shake that off.

I kept trying to not let it bother me, but after I left her house, it all came crashing down.

This was what I did with women.

When I liked a girl, I hooked up with her, called her the next day or whatever, and went from there.

But with Yoona, it was very strung out and ridiculous.

And again, more drama.

But... she was worth the drama... right?

After a good while, I couldn't handle the silence anymore. "Yo, Jennie?"

"...Yeah."

"Are you gonna miss Taehyung when he and Luna decide to move in together or whatever?"

She frowned, "Yeah. A lot actually. I already feel him slipping away from me."

"Friends always get left in the dust," I agreed.

"I know," she sighed, "Seattle sucks."

I chuckled, "I know. I miss the cabin."

"Me too."

"Yeah," I whispered, turning on my side, "...me too."

-

Taehyung POV

My chest felt really heavy when I woke up from my nap. I lifted my hand from my eyes, to find Luna lying on top of me, asleep.

We were still on the couch.

Groaning, I lifted my neck as far as it could go, and looked at the Grandfather clock on the sand colored wall in her living room. It was two in the evening.

"Damn," I whispered, trying not to wake up Luna as I dug into my jeans pocket. I pulled out my cell phone, and noticed I had eight voicemails, and eleven missed calls. I dropped my head back into the couch, and lifted the phone in front of my eyes, squinting at the screen.

Parents called three times. Jungkook called six times. Jennie called once, and my boss Aubrey called once. I listened to my voicemails of my father and mother rattling on about missing me, apologizing for their behavior and requesting that I'd call them back as soon as possible to let them know I was okay. Then Jungkook, cursing and telling me to pick up the damn phone. Jennie telling me she left Chinese in the fridge for me and Luna when we got home, and then my boss, asking me to please call her when I got back into Seattle.

I dropped my hand down, letting my phone fall onto the hardwood floor. Luna's head popped open, and I winced as her elbow jabbed my ribs, "Sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you up."

"What time is it?"

"It's after two."

"Is Yoona up?"

"No."

She dropped her head back on my chest, sighing heavily in my shirt. I stroked through her hair, shutting my eyes.

"Hey Taehyung?"

"Hmm?"

"I was thinking... when are we going to get married?"

My eyes popped open, and I blinked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean... is it going to be before or after we have the baby?"

"Before," I whispered, readjusting us to where I could be more comfortable, "definitely before."

"Soon?"

"Yeah."

"Because... I want to get married as soon as possible."

Again, I opened my eyes and looked down at her, "How soon is that?"

"Maybe... this week?"

"This week?" I asked.

"Yeah... is that too soon?"

"Depends. Don't you want, like, a fancy wedding with all your fa-"

"No. I want you and our friends and that's it."

"What about our parents?"

"No. I only want our support system."

I yawned, stretching my limbs out and then dropping them back on the couch, "It's still a lot of planning, Luna."

"No it's not. We could do it at the court house, wearing holy jeans and sweats."

"I am not marrying you in a court house."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not. We're not having that type of marriage."

"What does that mean?" she said, starting to get offensive.

"It means... I at least would like to see you in a white dress, and would like to not be married by someone who got his marriage license online."

"Taehyung," she groaned, burying her face into my shirt, "why do you have to be difficult?"

"You'll thank me for it one day."

"Yeah, when I'm ninety and haveAlzheimer's. Don't you want to get married soon too?"

I sighed, holding her against me, "Luna, I want to marry you right now. This very second."

"Then why c-"

"Because it's not right," I said. "Look... if you want to get married ASAP, then we'll do that... but at least let's get some nice clothes, and clear our schedules at work, and ..I don't know... maybe we could all fly down to the Caribbean and do it on the beach? Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Yeah, it'd be nice," she whispered. Then she sighed, "Nice and expensive, plus we just got back into town, and have jobs..."

"We'll figure it out," I whispered, kissing the top of her head, "I promise."

"Soon. I want Kim on the end of my name NOW."

I smiled as she said that. She suddenly made me feel really warm inside, "You're so cute, Luna."

She giggled, nuzzling the side of her face on my chest, "I can't wait."

"I know. Me neither."

"If you, you know, decide to wake up and want to marry me tonight, please know that I'm all for it."

I smirked, wrapping the ends of her hair around my finger as I slipped back into my somber, "I'll remember that Angel."

-

Yoongi POV

It was after four now.

"Well," I chuckled, as I opened the door to Jennie's bedroom, "this is something a boyfriend hopes to never find when he enters his girlfriend's house for the first time."

"Shut up, Yoongi," Jennie groaned, rolling over.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" Jungkook whined, throwing a pillow over his head.

"Jennie gave me a key this morning," I climbed in behind Jennie, and wrapped my arms around her.

Jungkook chuckled, "Oh, Taehyung's gonna love that."

"Why should he care?" I scoffed into the back of Jennie's head.

"Baby, please shut up," she groaned, shuffling in the bed, "I'm trying to sleep."

"Sorry," I replied, kissing her hair, "did you miss me?"

She sighed, "Mmhmm."

"Has Jungkook been trying to feel you up?" I teased.

"Yes," Jungkook said, at the same time Jennie said, "no."

I laughed, and inhaled her scent on her pillows. Freesia. The best.

"Your room is beautiful," I whispered, kissing her bare shoulder.

"Thank you, now shhhh."

I snickered, and did as she told me to do... until I saw a furry friend beneath her arm.

"Who's this?" I asked, lifting him in the air.

She quickly snatched him from my hand, and snuggled up against him, "Buddy."

"Who's Buddy?"

"Him."

"Mmm," I said, running my hands beneath her shirt and across her lower stomach, "is he your... buddy?" I couldn't help but snicker.

She elbowed me, causing me to groan, "Don't make fun of me."

"Sorry," I said, rubbing my ribs, before diving back beneath her shirt.

"Would you two shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep here," Jungkook groaned.

"You're in my bedroom," Jennie hissed at him.

"You said I could sleep here."

Jennie huffed, not replying.

I lifted my head, to make sure Jungkook was turned away. Then I stuck my hand beneath her drawstring pajama pants. No panties. Mmm.

I felt her squirm, and cover her mouth, before elbowing me again.

I chuckled, dipping my fingers lower.

"Yoongi," she whispered violently, "quit."

"Can't."

She elbowed me again, once my finger began to tease her entrance.

But, from the corner of my eye, I could see her smile forming. She should know by now she was born just as horny as I was, and accept our fates.

"Be very still," I whispered low enough to where only she could hear me, caressing her gently, "...and very, very quiet."

She shook her head, then covered her face to hide her bashfulness.

I bit the back of her neck and dipped my finger inside, and her hand fell to her mouth, stifling her moan.

Her breathing started to pick up as I moved my finger in and out, and I smiled against her shoulder blade.

"Quit doing whatever you guys are doing back there," Jungkook mumbled, "I'm not falling for that shit twice."

Jennie dropped her hands in frustration, and I stopped my tickling.

She glared at the back of Jungkook's head, "How do you know we're doing anything?"

"Because you were too quiet and not snoring and I fucking know you."

"Then go lay down in Taehyung's bed."

"No. He probably fucked Luna in that bed a thousand and one times last night."

"So? I masturbate in this one," Jennie said, causing me to grin at the thought... then flashback to walking in on her in the bathtub on New Year's... Good times.

"Good point," Jungkook said, sitting up, "I'll go in Taehyung's room."

"Later Jungkook." I smirked.

"Whatever, keep the fucking fuck noises down to a minimal, por favor."

"I'll do my best," I said, laughing as he slammed the door.

Then I rolled over on top of her, and held myself up enough so I could look down to her, "I brought you a present."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"Where is it?"

"It's in your living room. You'll see it later."

"I want to see it now," she said, suddenly giddy, "please?"

"Sure," I chuckled, lifting my arms.

She squealed and scooted to the opposite side of the bed, then ran out of the room.

I waited, listening.

She squealed louder, "Oh, Yoongi!"

That's what I wanted to hear.

I grinned, and climbed off the bed, and went to the kitchen. I got her two dozen white peonies - her favorite flower, I learned - and put them in long crystal vases.

"There's more," I whispered, sneaking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her tiny waist, "look in that one."

She bit her lip and stood on her tippy toes, trying to see. Of course, she couldn't. I lifted her in the air, placing her butt to my chest, so she could bend over the counter and look at them.

She let out another shout, clapping her hands, "It's a box! A tiny box! What is it?"

"Open it and find out," I chuckled, swaying her from side to side in the air.

She grabbed the small box, hands trembling, "I'm nervous."

"It's not going to jump out at you, I promise."

She held her teeth together, making more nervous sounds.

"Just open it," I laughed, sliding her back down to her feet. I kept my arms around her, and placed my chin on her shoulder.

Slowly, she opened the blue velvet box. Inside was a platinum silver ring, with two hearts connected in a slant. Inside each heart was a diamond, and on each side of the hearts, were three more diamonds.

"Wow," she said, covering her mouth. She unsteadily took it out of the box, almost dropping it, since she was shaking.

"It was my mother's," I whispered in her ear as I helped slide it on her ring finger of her right hand. "She received it when she was sixteen years old, from my dad. She never had a daughter, so she told me that when I found the woman I knew I was meant to be with, she'd pass it down to me. Well... I want you to have it."

She giggled, admiring it, "Is it..."

"It's a commitment ring."

"Wow," she exhaled tenderly, "I've never been given a ring before..."

I smiled against her cheek, "I'm glad I get to be your first."

"Yoongi... thank you so much..."

I kissed her neck, and squeezed her tight, "You're welcome. I'm sorry I got sick and couldn't take you out on that date I had planned. I'd love to take you tonight, if you want."

"Of course," she whispered. "That means I get to wear my new dress."

I grinned, "Yep. We'll leave here around nine. It has to be late for the plan to work."

She turned a little so she could look at me, and kissed the corner of my mouth, "I can't wait."

I pulled us back into her bedroom, locking the door behind her, "Now, where were we?"

Jennie giggled and jumped on me, forcing me to crash back onto the mattress.

She grabbed my hands, and started moving them down her body, into her pants again, "Right... here."

I bit my lip, and started moving, "Here is nice."

-

Luna POV

After my sister woke up groggily from her nap of depression, I made sure she was okay, while Taehyung talked on his cell phone. She asked me if I was coming home tonight, and I told her I wasn't sure yet. Taehyung and I really haven't discussed any of that yet... which we need to, I reminded myself to take mental note of that. She gave me a hug and I told her that if she needed me to call, no matter what time. She seemed a little reassured by that. At least she knew I was there for her.

We hopped on Taehyung's bike, and thankfully, he didn't make me wear the bulky helmet this time around. The thing had to weigh sixteen pounds or something. It hurt my neck.

I felt so good, being wrapped up on him... Truth me told, I felt like hot shit. Because, my fiancée was absolutely gorgeous, a hot bachelor in this town, and I got to wrap my arms around him and claim him as mine. And, arrogant as it sounds, I knew girls would be jealous of me. ...I'm not normally the girl that buys into that type of attention, but today... I was. It felt good.

I smiled against his shirt once we got to a red light. But he didn't turn left, on his road.

"Where are we going?" I shouted over his revving.

"Down town."

"Down town?" I asked. "For what?"

"You'll see."

I inhaled his scent, and kissed the back of his shirt. Taehyung revved the bike up in approval of my gesture, and I smiled again. I loved him so much, more so with every minute.

We flew through lights and weaved through cars, and I held onto him, laughing and giggling into his shirt. Every time we stopped, I couldn't help but notice people in their cars staring at us. Whether it was a guy noticing me, or girls noticing him... I squeezed Taehyung tighter.

Once we got to the biggest intersection on 1st Avenue, the line of traffic was so long, we had about a three minute wait. Taehyung placed both his feet on the ground, and leaned back, holding my hands on his chest. I pressed my chin to his shoulder, and peppered kisses on it, "I'm having a lot of fun with you."

"You are?" he smiled.

"Yes. You're a blast to hang out with."

He laughed, "I'm glad."

"No, I mean it. I never thought I could have the best of both world's... it's kind of nice, you being the guy that you are in the guy's world, and the guy that you are in my world... and I am here with you, in the in-between stage. I feel like I get spoiled sometimes."

He turned his face a little, and kissed my bottom lip sideways, "Yeah, well, that's because I want to spoil you."

Blushing, I buried my face in his shirt again. He smelt soooo incredible. It took all I had not to wrap my arms and legs around him... after I straddled his lap instead of this back seat - which I was highly tempted to do, I must say.

"If we have a daughter," he said, rubbing my knee as he walked the bike forward, "you know I'm going to spoil the hell out of that child, right? Daddy's girl, all the way."

I beamed at the thought of what our little girl could look like, and stroked through the back of his hair, "Yeah, well, if we have a boy, you know he's gonna be a mama's boy... at least, I hope."

"Just like me," he grinned.

"Yeah," I whispered. For a moment, I felt guilty, knowing that he wasn't talking to his mom on my account. Those two were so close; it made me sad to know I was 'stealing' him away. But, as Taehyung's hand found my left one on his torso, and his thumb twirled my engagement ring around my finger, those thoughts went away.

Maybe I didn't 'steal' him... maybe he willingly walked away... Maybe we both had to, because we wanted this over anything else.

...And we'd choose 'us' every time. That, I knew, didn't involve any maybes.

"Hey!" Taehyung said, snapping me out of my daydream, "isn't that Jimin?"

I looked over his shoulder, across two lanes of traffic and about five cars in front of us, to see a gray and blue Suzuki GSXR 1000 Phantom, with a guy straddling it, talking to people in the car beside him.

"Yeah, that's him, I think."

"Hold on."

I squeezed tight, and Taehyung weaved through the still cars, ignoring the honks and cursing from people jealous that we could weasel between them and they were stuck. He pulled toward Jimin's right, and we noticed him talking to a group of girls in a red convertible. Three blondes, one brunette, one red head. All wearing clothes that looked like they belonged in the bedroom, not in town.

I could hear him barely saying, "I'm not interested, but you ladies have a great night."

Jimin? Not interested in hot girls? Hmm.

"Sup, Jimin?" Taehyung said, once we got closer to him.

Jimin turned, and looked at us like we came from outer space, "What the fuck is that?"

Taehyung smirked, "A bike."

Jimin quickly checked it out, and then nodded, "Not bad. '09? Hayabusa?"

"Yeah. Yours?"

"Same. Phantom."

"Cool."

I felt like I was in the middle of a penis measuring contest.

"So," Jimin said, giving me a slight nod, "what's going on with you guys?"

"Not much, just left my sister's house," I said, pressing the side of my face into Taehyung. Again, he revved the bike in appreciation.

Jimin's face turned back gloomy just as quickly as it was before they started comparing bikes, and he nodded, suddenly interested in the red traffic light, "That's nice."

"What are you up to?" Taehyung asked.

"Just ridin' around, stretchin' my baby's legs here."

"Same here."

"Wanna go get a beer?"

Taehyung turned back to me, and I nodded.

He smiled at Jimin, "Sure. We'll follow you."

"Alright. I'm bailing on this traffic light bullshit. I hate this fucking intersection."

"No prob, Jimin. I'll be on your five."

"'K."

"What's that mean?" I asked as we waited to take off, "on your five?"

"Behind you, on your right lane. Like the number five position on a face clock."

"Ahh. Got it. Sorry I don't understand 'bike talk'."

He grinned, "I'll let it slide."

*&*#!#$^%$^

We pulled into Jimin's favorite bar/lounge, Amber Seattle, and took a seat in the nearest corner.

Before I could protest, Jimin ordered us a round of Tequila shots, and three Jaeger Bombs.

I pretended to be queasy, giving a sour face and rubbing my stomach, "Jimin, I can't drink that. I'll throw it up."

Jimin glared at me, "Just do it, I'm having a bad day. Friends drink with friends who have shitty fucking days. It's a God-damn rule."

I frowned and looked toward Taehyung, and he winked back at me.

As soon as Jimin turned to talk to one of his bar friends, Taehyung drank both mine, and then his, before Jimin turned back around.

I smiled at him, rubbing his leg, but giving him a look that he'd be able to read. Slow it down; you're driving a bike.

Taehyung gave me a slight nod, before turning back to Jimin, "So... how's it feel to be back in Seattle?"

He shrugged, drinking his third shot, "Fucking wonderful."

"When do you start work again?

"Day after tomorrow."

"You're gonna make some good money when you get back, I bet."

Jimin smirked at Taehyung, "I always make good money."

"Imagine my surprise," Taehyung replied. "So, uh, how far do you stay from here?"

"East side."

"Ahh."

"You?"

"He lives in the Escala," I said, trying to get them to stop being 'friendly competitors' for a few minutes.

Jimin scoffed, and then laughed, "The Escala? As in, the brand new richly, 1st Avenue condo?"

Taehyung smiled at him, "That'd be the one."

"Dude. What is it with you and flashy shit all the time?"

Taehyung shrugged, "Maybe I'm proud of what I earn myself."

"So? I got a nice ride and a decent bike, but I don't have to live in a condo near the Seattle Space Needle to prove that I make a damn good living. No offense, and I don't want to talk figures, but I know for a fact that I make just as much, or more than you do for a living. Why you got to flash everything you own?"

Taehyung shrugged, holding up a fresh shot to Jimin, "To each their own, right?"

Jimin looked at the floating glass of Goldschloger, then smirked and clinked it, before drinking his with Taehyung, "Yeah. To each their own."

"Damn straight."

"Yeah!" Jimin shouted, smacking his hand on the table, "Get us another round!"

-

Yoona POV

I rolled over and opened my eyes, blowing my hair off of my mouth.

It'd been a shitty day, and seemed to get worse and worse as time went by.

All I could think about was last night.

How did I end up going from being on the couch, to getting two piercings, to dancing in my best guy friend's arms - whom I am growing feelings for - to ending up in bed with my ex-boyfriend - who may or may not hate me now?

My phone started vibrating on my night stand.

Pouting, I reached over and viewed the screen. Jungkook. For the tenth time.

"I'm not ready to talk to you Jungkook," I said at the cell phone screen, hitting the 'ignore' button. "Please don't come over."

...Or, should he come over?

Would that help anything? Or make it worse?

I tossed my phone away from me and curled up into my covers.

When I couldn't fall back asleep, I moved under my covers until my head was at the foot of the bed, and grabbed my phone again, before burying myself back into the dark warmth.

I texted Luna, Where are you at? Any chance you may want to swing by later? Sleep in your own bed, perhaps?

It took her fifteen minutes to respond with, Doubtful. At bar, with Jimin and Taehyung. They're drinking, and both on bikes. It's looking like it's gonna be a long night, so by the time I get him home safely, it'll be really late. I'll call you if things change.

I groaned, covering my stomach. The mere sight of Jimin's name on the phone made it do somersaults, and I got this tiny twinge of jealousy that she was out with him and Taehyung having a good time, and I was under covers moping.

Rubbing my eyes, I thought more about last night.

FLASH~

Jungkook pulling me in the room, and locking it behind me, "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," I whispered, nodding and swallowing hard. "What are we doing up here?"

"You said you agreed with me about wanting..." he looked at me, fidgeting, "do you want to just go back downstairs?"

"No," I said. "We're fine."

"Okay." He grabbed my waist and walked me backward, stopping to sit beside me on the end of his bed, "I really wish that I could take these past few days back... I could prove to you how much I want you... and need you."

It's weird how, everything he said, I didn't know if I could trust. And then I wondered how much of what I said, he trusted.

The odds with us and trust were very low, and I hated that it came down to that with us.

"Jungkook," I sighed, turning sideways to face him better, "I've made... a lot of mistakes lately. And you have too. And I wonder if, maybe, it's too late for us."

"No," he whispered, cupping my face, "it's not. You're here, I'm here. It can work if we let it."

I nodded, watching him move closer to my face.

"So," he whispered against my lips, "we should let it."

I closed my eyes, inhaling as he pressed his warm lips to mine. They were smooth and slow, but still a little foreign.

Was it all in my head? Was I not allowing myself to enjoy this?

My heart was in my throat, but not beating a rapid pace... more like, it felt like it was still.

He pushed me backward, and I ran my fingers through his short hair as he began to caress my ribs beneath my tubetop.

"I had so much fun dancing with you at the club," he said into my neck, "I'm so glad I came back. I didn't know what to think, when I saw you all wrapped up on Jimin... But then I thought, it's Jimin, and he doesn't care about you like I do, and I knew it was going to be okay. He doesn't want you."

I clamped my eyes shut as he pushed my shirt up. I felt awkward, but for some reason, wouldn't stop him. My attraction and lust was strong, of course, because it was Jungkook and I cared for him... but I still felt confused about what we were doing. We weren't ready for this, and I knew it.

So why couldn't I walk away?

He doesn't want you, Jungkook's voice kept repeating in my head, through echoes, Jimin... doesn't want you. I'm glad I came back... doesn't - doesn't want you.

That's when I pushed my thoughts of my best friend away for a few moments, and pushed on Jungkook, so I could jerk his shirt off.

He kept trying to slow me down and take his time, but I just wanted him to make me forget.

Make me forget about him breaking up with me. Make me forget about feeling like a slut every time he glared at me afterward. Make me forget about my tearful nights to myself, or being out in that freezing cold snow after he walked away... feeling more alone in that moment than ever before... I needed him to make me forget about Jimin, too.

In the middle of it, when he was on top of me and breathing into my neck, he whispered, "I love you Yoona."

I held my breath and his shoulders, nodding.

"D-Do you love me too?" He asked, slowing his movements and looking down into my eyes.

I pulled my lips into a thin line, and stared into his expecting eyes.

Did I love him like he loves me still?

Or did all the rejections and the glances and the gossip and the ignoring me push some of my feelings away?

I never answered him. Instead, I grabbed his face and pulled him down, kissing him until he forgot the damn question.

Then I rolled us over, and took control from there, ignoring all the thoughts and scared, awkward feelings inside me.

Afterward, he held onto me, but I didn't feel better about my decision or where I ended up being that night...

I felt empty.

Hollow.

Nothing but skin and bones, and no heart.

That's when I closed my eyes, and prayed for sunlight, so I could get out of that room without making Jungkook feel worse.

Because I didn't want us both to live out those dreaded emotions.

One person was bad enough.

~FLASH

My phone buzzed again, and I ignored his call, once more.

"Just leave me alone until I figure this out," I cried into my pillow, angry at my stupid self and my stupid actions. "Just leave me alone."

-

Jennie POV

Nervous and anxious, I squeezed Yoongi's hands over my eyes, biting my lip.

I could hear the sounds of my heels hitting the ground in echoes, so I knew I was walking on something hard...

Every time I giggled, it bounced off the walls, back to me.

"Where are we going?" I asked, stroking his wrists.

"Just a while longer, almost there."

I laughed and took a deep breath, "It's so quiet."

"I know," he smirked behind me, his hot breath on my neck causing shivers down my spine, "that's the point."

"We're not like... in some scary, haunted, deserted building or anything, right?"

I could hear him smiling behind me, "Yes Jennie. That's where I brought you for our romantic date, to make up for our time lost in the cabin. A morgue."

"Okay," I pouted, trying to pull his hands from my eyes, "let me see then!"

"No peeking."

"I'm not. You won't let me peek."

"Everyone deserves to have surprises."

"I'd rather know."

"You will after about fifteen more steps."

With every clank of my heel and step I took, my heart broke through more and more layers of my skin. I felt like, any second, it'd jump through my chest all together, and bounce on the floor.

At last, he removed his hands.

Giddily, I opened my eyes, and then gasped, covering my chest.

We were inside the Seattle Aquarium! He took me down the tunnel that had ceiling to ground, wall to wall glowing neon fish. We were standing above them, on glass. There was a path of golden tea-lit candles leading to a white linen, table for two, complete with two servers in tuxes, a few chef's and a food cart behind them, and a bottle of Champaign in the center, along with a vase of more peonies.

There was no one else in the entire building.

"Yoongi, oh my gosh!" I said, allowing the joyful tears to stream down my surprised face. "This is AMAZING!"

He grinned, kissing my head and pulling me in for a sideways hug, "Do you love it?"

I watched as blue and yellow and green fish swam all around us, and nodded slowly.

I was breathless, stunned, and motionless.

He led me to the table, and pulled out a chair.

That's when I really got to look at him. He had arranged for a limo to pick me up from my place, and instantly found my eyes before I could see him.

But now, he was in black slacks, a long sleeved charcoal sweater, with a black and white pinstripe tie and plain collared shirt beneath it. My backless yellow dress made me feel relaxed. I picked the right dress, thank God!

I smiled, placing my hand in his open one on the table, "This is amazing."

Yoongi grinned, squeezing my hand tight, "I've wanted to take you out on a date for eight days now. It's a shame I had gotten sick. But I'm glad we could do it here, you know? I love it here."

"No," I shook my head, staring into our walls, "this is perfect. Much worth the wait."

He brushed his thumb over my hand, then leaned forward, and whispered, "...So were you."

I closed my eyes, smiling and melting into his words, "You sure do have a way with the ladies. Who knew you were so romantic?"

"I suppose I have my moments of glory here and there."

"This is definitely one of those," I giggled.

Dinner was served to us, salad, shrimp, steak, potatoes, vegetables... Champaign on ice... We talked about everything... about my aspiring fashion line and his history major. We talked about our families and backgrounds more. We talked about anything and everything.

When we paused to enjoy the silence, there wasn't one single ounce of hesitation or worry.

I never felt more relaxed than I did with Yoongi... whether it was lounging on the couch watching SNL, or here in a beautiful aquarium... Yoongi was home to me.

After we ate, and the wait staff left, we walked around the building, admiring different sea life. He held my hand, whispered in my ear, massaged the back of my neck, and kissed my cheek while we traveled.

We never rushed what we were doing, and never interrupted each other when they spoke.

We just enjoyed each other's company, living on every single word the person said, whether anyone else would think it was important or not. Because it was to us.

And the best part?

When we got back to the middle of the room, Yoongi surprised me with a slow song on the speakers, gently echoing around us in tender waves.

He placed one hand on the small of my back, where the dress met, and held my right hand in his left.

True to his country background, Martina McBride's voice soothed me, as she sang, 'There You Are'.

I placed my forehead on his shoulder when he moved me closer, and inhaled him. When the chorus came on, and the line Every time I take a breath, and when I forget to breathe, you're watching over me... there you are... I couldn't help it. I started crying again. I was completely overwhelmed in emotion with what was happening all around me.

All my life, I'd never been the main focus of anyone. Constantly overlooked as the 'sweet' or 'bouncy, fun girl', but never looked at as 'the one'... but Yoongi never overlooked me... Even from the beginning, on that day the guys were in Luna's driveway... when he was with Jimin in his car, and Luna was in the house... He looked right at me, and I saw it. Not through me, but actually at me. It was instant connection, and despite what it took to get us here, I was so happy when fought for each other.

I moved over a little, pressing my forehead to his chin, as he ran his hands tenderly on my spine. I felt him lock his fingers, and pull me up against him.

I never felt so protected.

"I love you," I whispered while we danced.

He pulled back a little, looking at me.

I nodded, brushing my fingers through his hair, "I want you to know. I've never loved anyone but my best friend in my entire life, and never like this. I love you, more than anything. I feel like, you've made me real. You've made me realize that... I have worth now."

He closed his eyes, lingering his lips on my forehead, before tenderly kissing it, "You're all I've ever truly loved, and all I ever want to love."

I shook my head, smiling and hugging him, "How did we get here?"

He squeezed me as tight as possible, but we never stopped dancing, "I guess we're the lucky ones."

I buried my forehead back into his shirt, and refused to let go of him, "The luckiest."

-

Taehyung POV

I laughed as we walked out of the bar, because, well, something was damn funny.

I couldn't quite figure out what it was.

Maybe a crack on the sidewalk? Maybe the lights of the buildings or horns honking in the crowded street?

Or perhaps the fact that I slid down three of the four steps and, if Luna hadn't caught me, I probably would have knocked out a few teeth from the metal trash can I about ran into.

Not to mention the four shots of Tequila, two Jaeger Bombs, eight shots of Golschloger, two shots of Bacardi, and countless beers and Cherry Bombs later... thanks to Jimin for not knowing Luna was pregnant...

I threw my arm over Luna's shoulder, and accidently pulled her hair when I tugged her to me.

"Ouch," she giggled, pulling it from beneath my arm and dragging me toward the bike, "Taehyung, give me the keys, my love."

"No, hop on," I slurred, kissing her ear, though I meant that to be her cheek.

"Not a chance in hell," she said, pulling me away from the handlebars by the back of my shirt, "come on, give 'em to me."

I twisted around, stumbling against her because my stupid shoes weren't cooperating with my feet, "I'll give something to you."

"What's that?" she smiled up at me with those gorgeous, delicious brown eyes... like caramel ice cream... tempting me.

I wanted to devour her and fuck her senseless.

I licked my lips, thinking of the nearest place I could sneak her into, "...what was the question?"

She laughed, stroking down my shirt, "What will you give me, oh handsome and drunken one?"

"A..." I thought, looking around the sidewalks, "a... this!"

I threw my arms around her, hugging her tight.

She laughed, and her hands began to grope me.

I liked it. Instantly, I was hard, "Whoa, whoa, watch the hands in public. They're gonna arrest me for... uh... getting a boner on the street."

"I'm... trying... to find your... keys."

I lingered my lips as she felt my junk up in the middle of downtown. I smirked cockily and whispered in her ear, "They're not inside my dick but if you keep rubbing there, something is gonna come out."

"Taehyung," she laughed, throwing her head back and moving her hand away, dammit.

I kissed her head, then bent it sideways, latching onto her neck with my lips and sucking hard.

"Taehyung," she gasped, patting my ass with her hands, "wait, mmm, hey, hun... gosh... stop for a second."

I sucked and licked harder, ignoring her words.

"Taehyung," she giggled, pushing me back playfully.

Sighing, I released her neck with my lips, but held onto her hips ... partially for balance, "Yes, beautiful?"

"If you give me the keys, we can travel to your place, and I'll let you do anything you want to me, okay? How's that?"

I grinned at her, "Anything?"

"Sure, why not?"

"You do not want me to get you started on the why not's when you tell me anything."

She placed her hands on her hips, rounded her shoulders, and made those succulent breasts push out, "I'm not afraid of you, Taehyung Kim."

I tapped her lips, then licked mine, slurring, "You sssshould be."

"And why's that?"

"Because... when you say anything... I want to do everything."

She giggled, searching more of my clothes, "Is that so?"

"Yep. That is very much so."

"Maybe I want to do everything too?" she teased.

I shook my head, "You can't possibly imagine what everything consists of when it comes to me. I can teach you things that you never heard of before."

"Oh really, cocky man?"

"I don't know man... Like-" I stumbled backward on the sidewalk, and she shuffled forward, catching me by my jacket and almost falling with me.

"Thank you. You saved me."

She giggled, "You're welcome."

"Luna, you're a hero right now. My hero." I hugged her.

"Thanks sweetheart!" she laughed.

I let go and started to wave my hands in the air, to show my words more easily, "I mean, I always thought you were beautiful and hot and sexy and I wanted to do you every fucking day since the day I met you... but now that you're like... carrying my child and gonna marry me... I just want to fuck you every single second. Now, I know that that's not the most romantic way of saying that and I'm sorry for my lack of... verbage skills at this second... I've had a little... woooo... drinky, drinky ... BUT that's how I feel..."

"Is that so?" She seemed quite amused by me.

"Oh yeah... that's so..." I smiled, cupping her face in my hands and bending down to get extremely close to her face and short height, "Luna... you're so fucking beautiful... Like, the sky and shit, all the moons and planets and oceans and birds and whatever else around us - they don't got shit on your beautiful face... In an imperfect world, colorless and lacking all charm, until you got here... You're perfect for me, did you know that?"

She shook her head then shrugged, smiling up at me and evidently enjoying my intoxication level. Not to mention the crowds of people on the street with us tonight.

"I fucking mean it," I said, after plowing her with a kiss, "you're fucking perfect, God dammit."

"You are too," she whispered, kissing me back after she stood on her tip toes and balanced the both of us out.

"You better fucking know it. No more second guessing this, because..." I stopped talking, put one hand on her boob, then her heart, which I meant to grab, then my other hand on mine, "oops, sorry about the breast there. But, uh, this shit right here. This is real. Fuck Ron, fuck my dad and mom and your mom, and especially FUCK RON, Luna... I mean, not literally, but... point is, fuck 'em. You and me, baby. You and me, all the way. This is real."

"This is real," she repeated.

"This is fucking real."

She smiled, pulling the keys out of my pocket, "Well, how about you let me drive us back to your place, and I let you get started on that whole fucking me every single second rule you just talked about?"

I licked her bottom lip, and nodded, "No one ever drives my shit. But I'll let you, because... hey, what's mine is yours now, Isabella. You want it, you got it. All you have to do is ask."

She pulled me to her aggressively, stood on her tip toes, and looked me dead straight in the eyes, "I want you to fuck me as soon as we get home. Does that work for you?"

I nodded slowly, mouth hanging open. She just got fucking hotter, and I never knew that was possible, "Yes ma'am."

"Let's get going then," she said in a dazzling way, holding out her tender hand for me.

I took it, and then shouted to everyone on that street corner, "JEALOUS, bitches! This is my future wife right here!"

The men cheered me on, while she laughed and pushed me toward my bike, "Let's go, crazy."

I started pointing out guys, "Jealous! Jealous! This is ALL MINE!"

"YEAH!" they cheered me on more, as a few guys shouted, "wanna share?"

"Fuck no!"

"Come on," she said, helping me climb on it and fastening the stupid helmet on my head, "the faster we get home..."

"The faster the everything and anything happens," I finished for her.

As we traveled back, I made a point to shout over the motor of the bike, or the horns of cars or whatever else, all the things I wanted to do with her.

And when we got back, we barely made it out of the lobby before I started molesting her in the elevator.

And once we got inside the house, I began to strip her fucking naked.

She giggled and laughed, grabbing me every time I tripped on her jacket or shirt or bra that I was tossing around, until we made it to the bedroom door. By this time, she had only pants on, and my shirt was stretched all to hell. She threw her legs and arms around me, and I shoved the door open, crashing the both of us into the wall.

"Mmm," she moaned into my mouth, pushing her back off the wall and pelvis down into me.

I unbuckled my belt and, after a few seconds of ramming my tongue down her throat, regaining my balance and unzipping my pants properly without getting snagged, I pushed her back into the wall, and she gasped, clawing at my hair. I snapped the button off her jeans on accident, and shoved those bitches down, before stepping on them and tossing her back up against the wall.

Each time she tightened her leg grip, it drove me on more. There wasn't a drink on the fucking menu that could have worn out my erection. She was too damn sexy.

I pulled her panties to the side, and right as I was about to smash the both of us through the fucking drywall, I heard the bed move behind me, and I froze.

The dogs were locked up in the kitchen, so I knew it wasn't Cora.

I slowly turned my head, to find Jungkook leaning on my headboard, smoking a half burnt-out cigarette and grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't let me stop you two." he said, as Luna gasped.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?!" I shouted, making sure to cover Luna with my body.

"I needed my buddy to talk to and you don't know how to pick up your fucking phone."

"Get out for a minute, God damn!"

Jungkook smirked and slowly walked out, making sure to take his damn time, before slamming my door.

I slouched down the wall, and when I hit the ground, Luna fell on top of me.

"Fucking Jungkook," she cursed into my ear, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry about that," I sighed, grabbing her hips, "I didn't know he was here."

"Jennie probably let him in," she exhaled, standing up.

"Whoa, whoa, Luna, where are you going?" I said, grabbing her legs.

"You have to go talk to him."

"No, no, no, we have to finish this whole everything thing."

"We will after."

"No, now," I insisted, pulling her onto me.

"Taehyung, we can't now. He needs you, and you need to sober up a little..."

"I need to fuck you," I said, sitting up and holding her against me, "I know I probably sound like a di-"

"Stop saying that. You're not a dick; I think it's sexy when you say-"

"Then let's ju-"

"Taehyung," she exhaled, tugging my hair and smiling, "breathe. We have forever anyway, and... He just screwed my sister and they're both feeling shitty about it and... How about, I make you something to eat to get some of this alcohol out, and then we'll finish this as soon as he climbs into that elevator or stair case?"

"You promise?" I pouted, giving her my best puppy dog face.

She grinned, kissing my nose, "I promise. Now what do you want to eat, and don't say me."

Groaning, I scratched my head, "Pancakes."

"Pancakes it is."

"No, no, French toast?"

She smiled, kissing me once more, before climbing off of me, "You got it, handsome. I'll be in the kitchen."

After she got dressed and walked out, I crashed into my floor and hit it a few times, panting as I stared up at the ceiling.

Then I shouted, "JUNGKOOK, YOU FUCKING COCKBLOCK!"

As I pulled on my pants, I heard him laughing. If he wasn't my buddy, I'd go out there and punch him in his lip. Dammit.

-

Jungkook POV

Luna walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Is he always this cheery after fucking you?" I asked, giving her a grin.

"I don't know Jungkook, we didn't get that far tonight." She bent toward me, smiling and patting my leg sarcastically, "I guess I should thank you for that."

"Hey, I didn't know you guys were going to barge into his room and bang each other into the wall."

"Well, what do you expect when you stay in your friend's bedroom?"

"I don't know... perhaps some pacing of yourselves?"

"Not likely." She threw on one of his hoodies that was laying on the barstool, and began rummaging through the kitchen. Taehyung wasn't coming out anytime soon, so I went in there and sat on the counter, watching her pull out pans. She turned around and stared at me, blinking, mouth open.

"Easy killer," I grinned, "don't be checking me out with your boyfriend in the bedroom."

Her eyes trailed to the spot I was sitting at on the counter, and she started giggling.

"Are you on something?" I asked. "Can I have some?"

She giggled more, and shook her head, clearing her throat, "It's nothing."

"Oh, it's something. Do tell."

She placed her hands on her hips, glaring up at me, "You wouldn't want to know."

I pondered that for a moment, and then shrugged, "Okay."

She exhaled annoyingly and slapped the pan on the stove. Taehyung came out, scratching his head, wearing jeans that were low because he was too stupid to put his belt back on, and no shirt. He stroked Luna's back, and then gave me the bird, "What do you want?"

"I wanted to talk... but now that Luna's cooking, I may just stay for breakfast."

They both looked at me, then Taehyung shook his head and pulled some OJ out of the fridge.

"I'm sorry I cock-blocked ya'll," I lied, "but you have to admit that it was funny."

"Why were you in my bed?"

"Jennie told me that I could sleep in there, because her and Yoongi were fucking in her room."

Taehyung groaned, "That's nice."

As Luna was waiting on her skillet to heat up, she reached over and grabbed the card from the flowers on the counter, quoting it, "'The most precious love occurs without choice and when you least expect it. ~ Yoongi.' Hmm, how sweet."

"You don't like getting flowers?" I asked her. "Don't all girls like that shit?"

Luna shrugged, pouring in the batter, "They're sweet and romantic but, I'm not the type of girl that has to have them."

Taehyung grinned behind her, then wrapped his arms around her waist, "Love you."

"Love you back. Are you sobering up?"

Taehyung swayed a little, and shook his head, "Yep."

"You're shaking your head but saying yes?"

"Mmhmm."

She giggled, reaching behind her and patting his hair, "You're goofy."

Taehyung smacked her ass really hard, then turned and pointed to me, "Get in my living room so we can talk, you little white bitch. I got breakfast to eat and Luna to do so let's make it quick."

I tossed a flower I pulled out of Jennie's bouquet at him, and then followed him to the living room.

We plopped down on the furniture, and Taehyung sighed, "What's up?"

"I fucked Yoona last night."

"I heard, congratulations."

"What did you hear?"

"That you fucked her."

"What else?"

"Nothing. I chose not to listen."

"Why? You could have got me some dirt, idiot."

"Because she's going to be my family one day, and it's a conflict of interest."

I glared at him and shook my head.

"What?"

I continued shaking.

"What?"

"Shall I go and talk to Luna, see if I can get your balls back for you, before we chat? Because I really need my fucking friend, not some pussy whipped bitch."

He launched the remote at me, hitting me square in the chest, "Fuck you."

"I'm fucking serious. Where's the guy that liked to party and fucking have fun? Look at what you've resorted to."

"I'm the same fucking guy; I just don't have to chase pussy now. I get it when I want."

"I heard that," Luna called behind him, smiling.

I glared at Taehyung and ignored her, "You... are gone."

"Fuck you, get out."

"I ain't fucking leaving; I waited all day to talk to you."

"What do you want?"

I shot Luna a look, then stood up, "Let's go out on the patio, have some privacy."

As Taehyung followed me out, Luna shouted, "No making out together."

We both flipped her off, only mine was a serious gesture and his was a teasing one. We leaned against the glass on his balcony, staring out into the night.

I pulled out a cigarette from behind my ear, and held the pack out to him.

"No thanks."

"Huh?"

He turned to me, and shrugged, "I need to cut back."

"Since when?"

He took a breath and looked back toward the sky, "Since... Luna."

"She's running your life now? Doesn't want you smoking so she snaps her fingers and you obey?"

"She's not like that," he slugged my shoulder, "shut your fucking mouth."

"It sounds like that's exactly what she's like."

He shook his head, "Jungkook, I'm gonna say this once. You're my boy and I love you, but don't fucking talk shit about Luna unless you got your facts straight, or you can leave."

I scoffed, eyeing him down, "What the hell man?"

"Luna didn't ask me to quit."

"Then w-"

"She's pregnant."

I looked at him like he just threw someone off this balcony. Then, I started laughing, covering my mouth with my fist, "Funny."

"No. She is."

"W... how is that possible?"

He looked at me, crinkling his forehead, "... Do you need a crash course in the subject?"

"You haven't been with her long enough to get her pregnant."

"It only takes once."

"...When the fuck did this happen?"

He took a deep breath, "When she cheated on Yoongi with me."

"Ohhhh." Then it hit me, and I freaked out, "Fuck. FUCK! Wait, hold on. You're going to be a fucking FATHER?! What the fuck, Taehyung?!"

"Dude, calm down."

"No! No, no, no, no. What the fuck, why didn't you bag that shit?!"

"I didn't expect it to happen!"

"So! Stop for two fucking seconds and wrap it up!"

"Dude, you weren't there, don't insinuate shit unless you've been in my shoes, okay?"

"That's horseshit! If I was there, I would have wrapped that fucker for you. I can't believe you fucking knocked her up!"

"CALM DOWN!"

"No, this... oh my God, I might as well fucking... FUCK, Taehyung. This ruins everything you worked for."

"What the hell are you talking about? This doesn't change shit."

"It sure as shit does! Are you kidding, Taehyung? No hanging out with the guys, no going out. And what about your fucking job you've worked so hard at? After the whole drug shit, I'm surprised that Aubrey even took you fucking back in that damn hospital and I don't even want to know what you had to do to get your shit back in order there... and now, what? You're going to resort to fucking being at home at six, changing shitty diapers, getting nagged by your fucking chic, and going to bed before midnight. Not to mention having your balls COMPLETELY FUCKING REMOVED!"

"Hey!" he shouted, steaming fumes as he got in my face, "this is my life, my choices. If you don't fucking like it, then you don't have to fucking support it, but do not stand here and proclaim to act better than me! I worked hard to get where I am and it's not going to go down the drain just because I am having a life change. I have enough people on my ass as it is and I'm really trying to get a grip on this shit and stay calm and I cannot do that with you IN MY FUCKING FACE STARTING FUCKING BULLSHIT THAT DOESN'T MEAN TO BE STARTED!"

I took a deep breath and calmed down, before we started swinging. We both shook our heads, and took a few steps away from each other. I scoffed and kept my thoughts to myself, inhaling a deep drag.

"Give me a fucking cigarette."

I gave him one, and we both stayed silent while we smoked. I noticed his hands trembling, and him looking really stressed out, tugging on his hair.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, "it's been a long vacation and the transition and-"

"It's fine."

"No dude. Really, my bad."

"It's cool," he sighed, "I'm just... I'm really trying to fucking be a man and own up and make this work and keep her calm, and I can't have negative around me right now. It makes it all worse. You saw that fucking blow-out in the Cabin with our parents, and they don't even know about where we are or what we're doing now."

"I know," I agreed. "I just... you're my buddy, and I worry for you and I want to be there for you... You caught me off guard."

"You don't think this shit caught me off guard? Come on Jungkook. This wasn't planned."

"But... you love her, right? You're not with her just because she's pregnant?"

"Of COURSE I love her and no I'm not with her just because of that. I want to be with her, I want to marry her... but I do not want people to assume we got married because she's pregnant."

"So uh... you want to marry her too?" I asked nonchalantly.

He nodded, "I already asked her."

"And she said yes?"

"Yep."

"That's awesome, congrats."

He gave me a look, "Do you really mean that?"

I nodded, patting his back, "I do. Like I said, I'm sorry. I got a little spooked about it."

He smirked.

"...What can I do?"

"Be my best man in my wedding."

"You got it. What else?"

"Start treating my fiancée better."

"Next?"

"Give me some fucking respect and the benefit of the doubt."

"Deal."

He chuckled, and we shook hands, patting each other on the back.

"So," he said, leaning against the glass, "why did you fuck her?"

Groaning, I rubbed my face, "Because I wanted to?"

He smirked, shaking his head and lighting another cigarette, "That's as good of a reason as any, I suppose."

"Yeah."

"So why are you all solemn about it?"

I pursed my lips, "Because, shit got weird after. She acts all tense and shit, and I know I'm not that bad of a lay, so I don't get it."

He laughed and then sighed, before looking over at me, "Dude. You're fucked in the head."

"You know, you're the first person to ever tell me that," I replied sarcastically.

"Why don't you just talk to her and ask her what the deal is?"

I shrugged, "I'm kind of... worried about what she'll say."

"Like she'll tell you she's not interested?"

"Yeah."

"Well... at least you'll know right?"

I nodded, shoving my hands in my pocket, "Yeah. But... I mean, she's the one who begged me not to leave her, you know? I thought that she'd be quick to get back with me."

"Women don't work that way. Trust me, I know."

I watched him watch Luna setting up some plates of food, and the comfort that was in his eyes, and, it made me sad. "I don't think I've been in love like you, man. I don't think that shit happens but like, with one couple in a lifetime."

He smiled, watching her still, "Sometimes it happens twice for one couple. Remember that."

"Hmm... Oh, guess who I ran into when I was running to the bank?"

"Who?"

"Heather fucking Dean."

He laughed, throwing his head back, "Ahhh, karma is a BITCH!"

"Dude, she got hotter."

"That's the way it works." He was eating my misery up, the fucking punk.

"What's that mean?"

"Well... you break up with a beautiful girl for some fucked up reason, then you run into her later, and she looks even better than before. Rules of the game."

"It fucking sucks. She was all smiles and shiny blonde hair..."

"Did you talk to her?"

"Yeah, I said what's up and she gave me her new number, but... I don't know."

Taehyung laughed cockily and patted me on the shoulder, "Welcome back to Seattle, Tae."

Luna walked outside, smiling and leaning against the door, "It's ready."

Taehyung winked at her and threw his half-smoked cigarette off the balcony, "Come on, let's fucking eat."

-

Luna POV

After the boys ate, they decided to get on the Xbox and have some bonding time.

Therefore, I went to the bedroom, and curled up with the dogs.

I wasn't feeling too well, but I didn't want to tell Taehyung that.

I saw bits and pieces of his argument with Jungkook outside earlier, and I didn't want to stress him out more.

Yuri shot me a text, 'are you back yet? We need to get together!'

I smiled, writing, 'Just got back... I'll call you tomorrow, we'll meet up.'

I closed my phone, and sighed, rubbing my stomach.

"Luna?"

I rolled over on my back, and turned toward the door, "Hey Jennie. How was your date?"

"Oh my gosh, Luna," she said, sitting on the edge of Taehyung's bed, "Yoongi is amazing."

I smiled, "He's wonderful. I'm glad you two got together."

"Thanks."

"Where did you guys go?"

"He took me to the Seattle Aquarium! Oh Luna, you should have seen it, he had the place cleared out, and we ate diner and slow danced surrounded by these beautiful neon fish... I've never felt so amazing than tonight. I don't know how he did it."

I grinned and rubbed her leg, thinking of how clever Yoongi was. His uncle runs that place, and he pulled some awesome strings to do that for her. I didn't want to tell her that, but it was really cool.

Jennie rested her head on my lap, "I'm so happy for you and Taehyung... about the baby."

I raised my eyebrow, "You know?"

"Yeah... I had to go and get the pregnancy tests from the cabin before the parents got back."

"Ohhhh. Good thinking... thanks Jennie."

"Do you want a boy or girl?"

"Someone that has my sarcasm and his long eyelashes... that's all I want."

She snickered, "You two are going to make some gorgeous parents."

"Oh," I sighed, falling behind her and resting my head on her hip, "I am so scared."

"I could imagine. But Taehyung's so supportive of you."

"I know... that's a good thing. I'm not worried about that anymore... But I really don't want to fail this child."

"You won't, silly girl. You are wonderful, Taehyung is wonderful, and you two together are doubly wonderful."

"There's so much to buy and provide for it. There's so much we're going to have to give up and with our jobs and-"

"It'll work out."

I smiled, "I know... I'm just... me."

"Everyone is insecure when it comes to babies. Just trust in yourself and Taehyung and you'll make it."

"I'm so happy it's with Taehyung ."

She nodded, "It was God's plan."

"Thanks, J."

"No problem... I just wish you guys didn't have to freakin' live together. I'm gonna miss Taehyung being around."

"I know, and we haven't even discussed that yet," I frowned, "but you're welcome wherever we are at any time."

"Thanks," she giggled. "So... wanna know some dirt?"

"Yeah," I laughed.

She rolled over on her stomach, and flipped around, so I wasn't staring at her ass in that dress, "Well... on the last night of the cabin... I got my nose pierced, Jimin got his tongue pierced, and Yoona got... her NIPPLES pierced."

"What?" I said, covering my face, "oh my, why?"

"Because it was fun!"

"You guys are crazy."

"Jimin brings it out of us... We went clubbing after, and he can dance and he's so funny. He's just so... charming, and I don't know why I fall for it because he knows he can spin it that way... but my gosh, Luna, he really is when you get to know him."

"He's a good guy. I tried to tell ya'll that there was a reason that Yoona and I kept him around."

"Well... I think maybe there's more to Yoona's reasoning than that."

I sat up on my elbows, "What do you mean?"

She smiled from ear to ear, placing her cheek on her arm, "I think Jimin has a thing for her."

"Oh," I said, lying down with her, "I sort of knew that."

"WHAT?!" she screeched, eyes wide.

"Yeah. I've thought that for a long time."

"Why didn't you tell me!?"

"I haven't told anyone," I laughed. "and it hadn't been confirmed. It's just... I think she does too. They're close, you know?"

"I had no idea, I just thought they were friends."

"Jennie, have you ever really gotten close to a guy who you were attracted to, or thought they were attracted to you, and still stayed friends?"

She shook her head, in deep thought.

"Exactly."

"So... why aren't they together?"

I shrugged, "Jungkook got in the middle."

"Yeah but... I don't know."

"I know. I don't know either."

Just then, my phone rang.

I flipped it open and answered it, smiling over at Jennie apologetically, "Yes, sister?"

"I just called him, and he's coming over."

"That's good, Yoona. You two need to talk this out."

"Yeah, but I don't know what I'm going to say to him."

"Just... let it happen," I said, "stop planning it."

"All I do is plan. It's part of my life."

"I know," I giggled, "but for your sanity, just... take it slow."

"I'm so scared, I'm like shaking here."

"Just breathe."

"Yeah," she exhaled slowly, "breathing is a good start."

I giggled, "Yoona, it's just a guy and a girl talking and sorting crap out."

She groaned, and I could hear her flopping on the couch, "What if he hates me at the end of this?"

"He won't do that," I shook my head, "but... if he does, then screw him. He's not worth it."

I could hear her breathing heavily, "Reap what I sew, right?"

"Exactly. No fear."

"Yeah... oh shit, I gotta go get some clothes on."

"K, call me later."

"K."

After we hung up, I rolled over and Jennie and I laughed.

"Drama," she said, "can't escape it if we tried."

"Ohhh, I know."

"Have you talked to your parents?"

"No. Mom's called me a lot, and Ron a few times, but I haven't picked up or listened to my messages."

"Avoidance isn't going to help you two out. I told Taehyung the same thing."

"It's working for now."

She nodded, pulling me up, "Come on, I wanna go see what Taehyung's up to now that Jungkook left."

We walked into the living room, to find the boys still shooting each other on the game.

"Jungkook," I chuckled, slapping him with a pillow, "you need to get going. Yoona is about to pull her hair out."

"Go where?"

"Over to the house."

He looked at me funny as I sat behind Taehyung on the couch, and started playing with his hair, "She wants me to go over to her house?"

I nodded, dumbfounded, "Didn't you just get off the phone with her?"

"No, she won't take my calls."

"But then who..." I stopped talking, as Jennie and I looked at each other. "Ohhhh."

Our nervous glances matched.

Taehyung and Jungkook stopped playing.

Jungkook turned to me, "Who's going over there?"

I bit my lip, shrugging my shoulders.

-

Yoona POV

I threw on a pair of blue jeans that had holes in the knees, flip flops, and a couple colored wifebeaters.

Yanking my hair up in a messy ponytail and letting pieces fall wherever they felt like it, I rinsed cool water on my face and took a few deep breaths.

You can do this, I told myself. You can do this. You need your friend, and you can face him.

Why should you feel guilty? He isn't your boyfriend, Yoona. Just breathe and get through this.

Stop acting like a freakin' girl!

I blocked my reflection with my wet hand and turned, wiping them on my jeans.

I didn't dare sit down; I knew I wouldn't be able to stop pacing. So I swept the floor with the broom, fixed the couch cushions, straightened the remotes in a perfect line on the coffee table, and adjusted some picture frames on the walls.

Long story short, I was barely breathing.

When the doorbell finally rang, I was on pins and needles.

I staggered toward the door, and when my shaking hand touched the knob, I couldn't figure out how to turn it.

I'd never felt so scared in my life, not even when I gave my 'speech' in front of the Cabin.

The doorbell rang again.

I shut my eyes, biting my bottom lip. Just get it over, get it over.

After cursing myself a few more times, I opened the door.

There Jimim stood, in his leather jacket, green t-shirt, dark jeans... sexy hair, scruff, big eyes, check.

"Hey," I whispered, smiling the best I could.

He lifted his left eye brow, keeping his hands pinned on either side of the door frame. He didn't say hello back.

I pulled my lips in a line and stepped away from the door, "Wanna come in for a second?"

He smirked and looked around the porch, "I don't know, I've kind of grown accustomed to this door frame."

"Jimin... get in here."

He smirked and walked through the door casually, before dropping his jacket on our lazy-boy chair, "So... what do I owe this pleasure of, at... half past midnight?"

I shrugged, standing in the middle of the floor, "Just making time for friends."

"Yeah," he nodded, still not sitting. He was making me more nervous.

"Do you, uh, want some water?"

He looked at me for a moment, and then nodded, "Yeah. I need to sober up. I'll get it."

"You've been drinking?"

"Yeah," he said, walking into the kitchen. I listened as he got a glass out of the cabinet and poured some tap water in it. It was silent, so he must have been drinking it.

Eventually, he dragged his feet back in here, and plopped down on the couch, stretching out everywhere. He placed a foot on the coffee table, one on the ground, put his right arm over the back of the couch, and balanced the glass of water on his knee, using his left hand.

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying not to start pacing again, "Are you glad to be back in Seattle?"

He shrugged, "I guess."

"I am. It feels good to be home."

"Mmm," he nodded, taking another sip.

I watched him swallow it down, and I exhaled, sitting down across from him on the chair, "Thanks for coming over so late."

He shrugged again and stretched out more, "You ask, I show. That's how we work."

I hated his distance with me. His bitterness. "For the record, if you asked me to come over, then I'd be there in a heartbeat."

He looked at me, pondering something, then smirked and shook his head, before looking away. He began to rub the back of his neck, appearing just as awkward as I was.

We were NEVER like this. We've spent more time on that damn couch watching old re-runs than here on opposite sides of this room.

I wanted to cry again.

But I needed to get it out, so the faster, the better. Taking a deep breath, I waited for him to look at me. And when he did, I spit out, "I slept with Jungkook last night."

He sucked in his bottom lip beneath his top teeth, then released it, and nodded, looking away again, "That's nice."

"Yeah," I exhaled, "...but it wasn't."

"Why's that?" he asked coldly, still not looking at me.

"Because it was the wrong thing to do."

"Mmm. Well... that makes all the sense in the world."

I sighed, fidgeting with my shirt hem, "...I don't know what happened."

"Were you drinking?" he asked.

"No."

"Were you on drugs?"

I shook my head, looking toward the ground.

"Were you-"

"I was sober."

"Ahh. So, how do you not know what happened?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

Jimin scoffed, chuckling under his breath and rubbing the top of his head.

"Just say it."

He shook his head, still grinning.

"Just say it, Jimin. What are you thinking?"

He looked at me for a few moments, causing me to about have a heart attack.

Then he leaned forward, sat the glass on the table, and stood up, "You don't want to know what I have to say, Yoona."

"Yes I do," I said, jumping up to my feet.

"Trust me, you don't. I'm going to go."

I caught his wrist, and forced him to turn back around to me, "Jimin. Please talk to me. Tell me."

He groaned, looking up and blowing out a puff of air toward the ceiling.

Then he turned back to me, and pointed his finger in my face, "You need to claim your life."

I looked at him, in confusion, "What does that mean?"

He dropped his hand and squared his shoulders to look me dead in the eyes, "You had sex with him. You did it. Stop saying that you don't know what fucking happened, because you always do this, and it's pointless. You do know what happened, so man up to it!"

"But I'm not a man!" I shouted back, "Okay! I'm not you Jimin, I can't just... I don't know. I'm not a man. I look at sex differently than you guys do!"

"But you fucking did it!" he chuckled, shaking his head. "And you don't necessarily have to be a man to understand this, but you need to take responsibility for your actions and stop blaming other people or the clouds in the sky or the mood music or whatever the fuck you want to blame, because in the end, none of that shit forced you to get naked and have sex with someone. You chose to do that on your own. Stop fucking copping out on your decisions, because the only way that you are going to learn and better yourself is by fucking admitting to what you did and go from there!"

Leave it to Jimin to put me in my place.

I pulled my lip in to avoid tears, and forced myself to not look away from him, "I know it was me, but I did it for the wrong reason. Can I say that?"

"That's a start."

I nodded, taking a long swallow of air.

He still looked really upset, "But you really need to get a grip and claim your life, Yoona. We only live fucking once, you know? There isn't some big pot of gold at the end of the shiny rainbow in real life. Do you know what happens when your time runs out? You don't gain a fucking fortune. You die. You go in the ground. And the world keeps spinning on. And you better have something that you can say you're proud that you did in the end of this, because if not, what do you have to show for? What can you say you accomplished? I don't care if it's a fucking job, or a house, or a car, or just pure happiness that you sought for. The point is, you went out and you did it. YOU. YOONA. And then, do you know what happens after you accomplish that?"

I sighed exhausted, "What?"

"After that happens, you realize... no one can take that shit away from you. That, is yours."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Look, I may be younger than the rest of you guys, but I know when shit gets real. I know how to be a man and handle things. You need to learn it too. You need to distinguish the differences and outcomes in the decisions you're contemplating to make, because in the end, all we have is more choices. It never gets easier; it's an endless circle of decisions."

"That ...makes this worse."

"As much as I hate to say this, if you feel this guilty about what you did with Jungkook, then you need to talk to him and tell him how you felt. Make this shit right."

I swiped my traitor tear from my cheek that fell from my right eye, and began to bounce nervously, "I'm so scared. I don't have anything figured out."

"You know more than you think."

"No... I don't."

"Well then you better figure it out."

"I don't know how!" I exclaimed, dropping my hands to my sides, "I don't know, I don't have guidance, I don't have-"

"You don't need guidance! You need to grow up and learn as you go!"

"That's so easy for you to say Jimin! You're so good at everything! Me, I'm not like that! I'm not you, I'm not Taehyung, or Jennie, or Luna, okay?! I'm just me and I'm scared to death."

"Scared of what, exactly?" he asked. "Tell me."

I shrugged, "I'm scared of life."

"No you're not."

"I'm not?"

"No."

"Then what am I scared of, Jimin?"

He took a deep breath, and lowered his voice, stepping closer to me.

I stayed put.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Do you want to know what your problem is? You're scared that, if these people actually dug through all those layers of skin and see the vulnerable side of you, that they won't want it."

"I'm-" I whispered, but he cut me off.

"You're scared to let someone love you for who you really are. Here." He lifted his hand, pushing over my heart. "All the fucking fancy clothes and makeup and stylish hair and shitty pasts all that other shit aside. Just you. Just Yoona."

I closed my eyes, allowing more tears to fall from my chin to his hand, still on my chest.

"But," he whispered sadly, "...what you don't realize is, someone already does love you for who you are."

I shook my head, sobbing toward the ground.

His voice came down to a low whisper, "...You're just too blind to see it, Yoona."

I grasped his arm, squeezing his wrist tight.

I couldn't speak, because my throat had closed up.

He dropped his hand and pulled away from my grasp. "I gotta go."

"Don't," I tried to say, but it came out as more of a squeak than anything else.

He turned and grabbed his jacket, walking toward the door.

He didn't face me before he said to the door, "Just get your head together. You have too much of a beautiful soul to be this damn confused."

Then he swung the door open and closed it behind him, not bothering to look back.

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