*A few hours earlier* *Yoongi's POV*

         "Hyung," I was grabbed by the sleeve, stopping me from going out of the door. I could tell it was Jungkook, since I had been hearing his voice for a few months now.

          "What?" I turned around, quirking an eyebrow at him.

          "Where are you going? We have practice in two hours. Shouldn't you be stretching instead?" It was like he was stopping me, though he didn't even know where I was going.

          "Does it matter where I'm going? I'll be back in time to stretch," I waved him off, turning to go out the door again. Jungkook closed it in my face, then towered over me.

         "What the hell? Get out of my way," I tried to break away, but he cornered me.

         "Are you going to see (Y/n)?" Was all he asked, practically shooting through my head with invisible lasers.

        "Huh?" I stopped struggling, clutching my phone tightly in my hand.

        "You're going to see (Y/n), aren't you?" He looked up at the ceiling like 'I can't believe this guy' with a deep sigh of distaste.

        "Does it matter? Just because you were let off out of school for practices doesn't mean I can't go visit her!" I narrowed my eyes. Who does he think he is, pushing his Hyung against a wall and attacking him with questions.

         "I never approved of you seeing my girlfriend," he said in a low voice.

         "She's not your girlfriend anymore. She wants nothing to do with you," I started trying to escape again.

        "I'm the golden Maknae. I can do anything, and if it means getting her back, you bet she's coming back to me. There's nothing I can't do," he said.

         "I will shove your cocky head up your ass. Let me go," I hissed through gritted teeth.

        "Fine. Wouldn't want you to be late on your date with my girlfriend, would we?"

        "It's not a date, and she isn't even your girlfriend. Leave her alone and go fuck Taehyung," I finally pushed him away from me and stormed out the dorm door, slamming it shut behind me.

         Taking a deep breath of Seoul's dusty air, I put on my black mask and walked towards the way of the school.

       "I won't let you win this game, Jeon Jungkook," I muttered to myself, finally releasing my phone from the bone-breaking clutch on it.

*Present* *Reader's POV*

         "Can I have the third hint?" I asked the older rapper, slowly digging into my fruit salad.

        "Isn't this enough of a hint?" He indicated around us, our two person table and the practically empty cafe he gladly took me to for lunch.

       "I still don't understand this game," I whined, rubbing my face in frustration. I hadn't even notice him stiffen.

       "You will on Saturday," he promised, taking a sip of his tea.

       "That's so far away," I complained.

       "I could tell you to wait until we got back from our tour," he hummed, sending me an annoying smirk.

       "Nah.. I'm good with Saturday, funny right? It seems like only a minute ago I was complaining over such a silly thing. Yeah, Saturday sounds good to me!" I rushed out, in hopes he'd change his mind.

        Yoongi chuckled. "You're quite impatient."

        Shrugging, I took another bite of food.

        "It actually makes me sad that you can't come with. I'm not sure why they won't let you," he sighed, looking out the café window.

      "I'll be fine," I smiled. "If I can learn Korean in a month, then I'll be able to handle being by myself for half a year."

       "You won't have anyone to cuddle with," he joked lightly, tapping patterns onto my pulse point on my wrist.

      "I'll get used to it. I probably won't even need to be clingy with anyone anymore because I'll be used to being on my own for once," I stated.

      "Oh," he nodded, closing his eyes for a moment and yawning. "I should probably get you back to school before the bell rings, and I have to go stretch before dancing."

       "Okay oppa," I stood up, grabbing my coffee and snack that I was saving for after school.