He'd just finished his VLive when you knocked on the hotel room door. You were dressed in some dark blue plaid pajama pants with a baggy black tee, hair freshly washed and dried.

You weren't feeling too well and were overthinking the night's events. The BTS concert was filled with highs and lows, but your brain only allowed you to focus on the lows.

You hated overthinking -- and at this rate you wouldn't be able to get any sleep. So, you hoped that your friend and bandmate Hobi could cheer you up.

"Milloooo~~ what's up?" He lets you inside, smiling from ear to ear. "Are you here to send me off to bed?"

His laughter brings you comfort. You look around his hotel room and take a seat on a small cushioned stool.

"No... I needed a listening ear," You say while eyeing his laptop.

Walking to his seat beside the bed, he runs his fingers through his black hair and looks at you with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, can't sleep again? Did you over-eat?"

"No... that was different. I shoulda never ate beans and bibimyeon that late," You say, thinking back to last week's stomach ache.

Hobi cracks up with laughter.

"I remember Yoongi said he went to your room to check-up on you, and it was like entering a gas chamber. Hahaha! He couldn't breathe."

You laugh along with him, your cheeks feeling hot. "Yo, I couldn't breathe either! I had... sooooo much gas."

His wicked laugh fills the room.

"But no." You sigh. "I'm overthinking again..." You rest your hands between your thighs as your shoulders hump over.

"Why? Why?"

You tell him about the tiny mistakes you made during tonight's concert, and how each mistake took away your energy. You were too focused on your mistakes that you couldn't fully enjoy performing. The fans were smart; they would've known when you weren't in the best head-space. And they deserved better. You could do so much better.

Hobi sits up straighter in his chair, resting his elbows on the arms.

"Miloo~~ you made a few mistakes, so what? We've all made mistakes. You did good."

"But I don't feel like I did good."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. It was a successful concert because none of us got hurt, that's all that matters, like Namjoon would say."

You frown, eyes on the floor, while thinking about what he said. You could feel your vision blurring as you replayed your mistakes in your mind.

"Did you eat already?"

"Huh?"

"Did you have dinner?" Hobi asks, swiveling his chair side to side.

You nod. "Mmm."

"What'd you have?"

You make eye contact with him, feeling the concern of his brown orbs.

"Mm, pizza. And chicken wings."

"Oh, American." He smirks slightly.

"We are in America, you know. This is my home!" You lean forward playfully.

"I know," He smiles.

"What did you eat? I saw you on VLive earlier... talking about your bling."

You reach forward to touch one of his long rose gold necklaces. Your fingers played with the charm on the end of it.

He chuckles. "Oh, you saw it? I just ended it not too long ago. I was eating spicy bibimyeon and steak."

"How was it?" You ask this while still focusing on his bling, now tugging on it softly.

Hobi runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, as if checking for leftover food that might've gotten stuck. "It was delicious."

"Where'd you get this necklace?"

You ask, focusing intently on its texture and shiny color. Your fingers travel higher up the jewelry.

Hobi smirks at your reaction while tugging on the necklace as well. He rolls a few inches forward in his chair, allowing you better access so your arms don't have to reach as far.

"Why...? You like it?"

Feeling a flirtatious undertone in his question, you back away from the jewelry and fix your face to look disinterested. "It's alright."

He immediately bursts into laughter, leaning forward and clapping his hands. Still with a poker face, you eye his messy hair and once again become intrigued.

"You look sweaty..."

"What? My hair? I haven't showered yet and I was wearing my hat, so it might look a little haggard."

You watch as he fingers his hair, noticing his undercut and forehead. Not bad, you think.

"A little? You look like you've just run twenty miles!" You exaggerate as you lean forward and reach for his black curls, running your fingers through the silky mess. For some reason... he was... intriguing. Not him, not like that. Just... parts of him like his hair and his necklace. You just wanted to feel more of it.

It was like petting a dog... It just felt nice and comforting.

He laughs wickedly and moves his head away from your touch. "Technically, I did. It's always like this after a concert."

"Nuh-uh. This some next level greasiness. Hobi... y-you can fry chicken with this mess." You stare in horror at the grease on your fingers.

He bursts out in laughter and falls back into his chair, clutching his stomach. His reaction makes you chuckle along with him. You wipe the sweat from his hair on his shirt sleeve then stand to your feet, feeling a lot lighter than when you came in.

"Go take a shower," You demand with much disgust.

"I was about to before someone came into my room asking for attention," He replies while sitting up.

"Shush." You walk towards his door, hiding your smile. A weird feeling started to form in your stomach... and it wasn't gas.

You suddenly missed the touch of his greasy hair and his shiny necklace between your fingers. It made you cringe on the inside, but you wanted to touch more of him.

You shiver at the thought. Maybe it was just your neediness to be comforted. You wanted to be treated like a baby tonight -- cuddled and protected -- as your friend spoke sweet words into your ears.

Hell no, you were not attracted at all to your older brother! He was ONLY a brother, ONLY a friend, ONLY a bandmate. 

"Goodnight, Milooo~~~"

"Bye!!" You reply before walking out of his room.

In your mind, you replayed the way he swooped his hair back while smirking at you. In that moment, he was... truly... good-looking...

You shook your head.

Nah. You needed some sleep.