It's been a few days since I rejoiced with my sister, I feel better. Much better. I spent the last few days hanging out with Sam and Jordan. Sammy said she was too worried. "Why didn't you call me?" She asked. "You know.." She said, putting her arm around me. She smelled of wine and lavender. Sam always smelled like wine, she reminded me so much of my sister. "..that I care about you." 

I nodded my head, leaning back on the couch. She did the same and took a sip of her water. "I know." I told her. "But I knew you were out of town that day so I called up Yoo...um." I stuttered. I still didn't tell her that I was hanging out with him, I feel like she would be mad. But they didn't date for that long, only two months. It wasn't anything serious. "..my friend. You don't know her." I looked away from her and twirled my thumbs. 

I couldn't tell her, not yet. It was too soon. Sam got up from the couch and grabbed my hands. She looked at me with her deep blue eyes. "I want you to tell me the truth." Oh shit. She took a deep breath and I bit my tongue. "Who took you to the hospital?" 

"Jin and Namjoon." I told her. It wasn't a complete lie. They were there. She tilter her head. 

"I thought you said I didn't know them?" I shook my head. 

"Sorry, I just thought, you know, you might be mad id I hung out with your ex's friends." I looked away from her, putting my hands in my lap. She laughed and shook her head. 

"You mean Yoongi's friends?" I flinched at his name. "Pshhh. I don't care if you hang out with them." She patted my shoulder and pointed her thumb at my front door. "I gotta get going." 

I frowned. "So soon?" She pulled me in for a hug. 

"(Y/N), I stayed the night. Anyways, catch you later?" I nodded. With that, Sam grabbed her bag and headed out the door, waving before shutting it. I sighed. So she approved of me hanging out with his friends. 

But what about him? Did she care if I hung out with him? Probably not. I sighed. I got up to go to my room. I walked down the hallway, listening to the soft thuds of my feet on the carpet. I stopped dead in front of the spare bedroom, the one with my piano inside. Hesitantly, I put my hand on the knob and turned it. I pushed the door open slowly, a high squeak coming from the rusted hinges. 

I sat down at the piano and felt the keys. My hands felt like they belonged there, like it was natural. I hesitated to play the begging note of the song I had written, all those years ago. As I played, I couldn't help but to feel like something was different.

I still loved my piano, but the haunting melody of my 7th grade song I had once loved just sounded like noise. I sat there for a while, keeping my foot on the echo pedal and listening to the buzz of the unfinished song slowly fade into silence. As I listened to my own silence, I began to wonder what was wrong. I know the song by heart, it wad almost like a second nature to play it, but something about it made me feel uneasy.

Frustrated, I slammed my fist down on the piano, it making a loud concoction of noises from all the keys being hit at once. I ran my hands through my hair and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and stood up. 

I went into my room and opened up the window, sitting at the desk in front of it. I pulled out my phone and turned on some music. For a while, I flipped through songs, listening to the ones I knew and loved. After a long time, I got up from my desk and lay on my bed. 

As I let myself get lost in the music, I could hear Yoongi's voice. He was saying things I had never heard him say before, but I knew it was him. I recognized his accent, the husky sound of it drew me into a daydream. 

I jumped when my music stopped to let my phone ring. I swiped my phone from the desk and checked the caller ID. "Yoongi!" I say happily. 

"Why do you sound so happy?" he said. I noticed a tint of happiness, though, in his voice as well. I giggled. "What?" He said. 

"Just happy to hear your voice." I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs. "What's up?" 

"Do you want to go on a date?" He asked. "With me?" I was so taken aback by this, I didn't reply. "Um..(Y/N)? You still there?" 

"Hmm?" I covered. "Oh, yeah. I was just thinking thats all." 

"It's a yes or no question." He said flatly. "So...is it a yes or a no?"

"Depends on what we're doing." I teased. 

I heard a laugh from the other line, oh, how I loved that laugh. It brought me joy. I swiced the phone from my left ear to my right and lay on my back. "Well, what do you want to do?" he asked. 

"I dunno. I'm good with whatever." 

"Why you little-" he began. I heard a sigh. "-well then you're just gonna have to wait and find out." He told me. "I still haven't gotten an answer out of you." I could tell he was getting impatient. 

"Well, yeah, duh." I told him. "I'd love to go on a date with you." 

"Great!" He said enthusiastically. "What time?" 

"You can pick me up at 3." I said. 

"Okay. I'll see you in.." A short pause. "..one hour. Bye." 

"Okay, see you then. Bye!" I left the phone on my ear, even after hearing the beep indicating that the other line hung up. I just smiled to myself. I did it. 

I got Min Yoongi. 

He is mine, all mine, for a whole night.