Your POV

I look out the window of the car. I see men and women in suits, most likely on their way to work. There are couples smiling, and holding hands, looking fondly at one another. I didn't realize how many people can be in one place. I guess it is a small world. I feel a sudden pain in my leg. I groan and place a hand on my knee.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Hoseok asks, turning his head to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reassure, "Eyes on the road," I remind Hoseok sternly.

I turn my head down to my knee and rub with a silent hiss hoping for relief. No dice.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Jungkook asks from the back seat.

"I'm fine Jungkook, don't worry," I turn to face him, giving him a smile.

Okay, that really hurts. I quietly hiss in pain once again as I sit forwards. Either I'm getting sick, or something is going to happen. I conclude to myself. Ever since my incident that resulted in near constant knee pain, it likes to be not only a reminder, but a warning sign for various things.

"Should I stop at the hospital?" Hoseok questions.

"No, no, I'm fine," I tell him.

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We arrive back at the dorms. As Hoseok is pulling into the driveway, I see a hooded figure crouched down by my motorcycle.

"What the hell?" I mumble under my breath, annoyed at the sight.

Hoseok stops the car and I hop out quickly, making a b-line to my bike. The figure stands in a fright and runs away.

"Oh no you don't!" I say, running after them.

I run down the secluded sidewalk, pass the various buildings. Occasionally pushing people to the side. The hooded figure turns, going down an alleyway. I stop in front of the alleyway, out of breath. I don't fuck with alleys nor assholes.

"Son of a-butternut squash," I cuss, holding off from swearing.

I hear multiple footsteps come my way. I turn my head to where the footsteps are coming from and an fated to see Jungkook and Hoseok with Namjoon following behind.

"Where did they go?" Namjoon asks, looking in every direction, a look of concern etched into his face.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Jungkook asks, a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, let's just head back," I decide, walking back towards the dorms.

Yoongi's POV

As Y/N ran off, going after the hooded figure. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Namjoon chase after them. Hoseok and I walk over to Y/N's motorcycle. I crouch down and begin inspecting the motorcycle, noticing the chain is off and hanging low. Along with the back tire being slashed and now flat. I can hear the group walk back, huffs and puffs from running aren't missing from them either.

"So, who do you think did this?" Hoseok asks.

I stand back up, "I have no idea."

I turn my head and see Y/n, Jungkook, and Namjoon. Y/N has a disappointed and activated look on their face. I wouldn't want to be the next person to piss then off, I think to myself, almost intimidated by their energy.

"Where's the other person?" I question, looking behind them.

"Gone," Y/N sighs, walking over to their bike.

Y/N stands in front of their bike and couches down to see what lies in front of them.

"You've got to be kidding me," they sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks.

"Nothing," They answer, clearly annoyed at the situation.

"Who the he has the time to pop the chain off of a motorcycle?" Y/N mumbles under their breath.

"You can just drop it off at the mechanic, simple" I tell them.

Y/N stands back up with a chuckle, "I'll pass," they say, "The last time I did that it took three months to get it back," they add.

"Besides, I can do it. I just need my tools," they state, clapping their hands together with a forced smile.

How are they smiling? Their bike is basically busted and the culprit is nowhere to be seen. I wonder, as I place my hands in my pockets. I must say I am quite intrigued with the character that Y/N seems to be.

"Wow, you really are cool," Namjoon says, giving a thumbs up.

"I'm not, but thank you," Y/N replies, walking away from the dorms.

"Huh, where are you going?" I ask.

"To get my tools," Y/N says, while walking backwards then forwards again.

I don't want them going alone. I think for a moment, and an idea surprisingly comes.

"Hoseok, keys, please," I say, holding out my hand.

"Why?" he asks, giving me the keys anyway.

"I'm going to help Y/N," I reply, running to them.

Your POV

"Just great, amazing," I say in a sarcastic tone, kicking a pebble on the sidewalk while walking.

I jump at the sudden and loud string of car horn honks coming up behind me. I then and see Yoongi through the rolled down passenger side window.

"Get in!" He instructs, reaching over and opening the passenger door.

"Why? I can take the bus" I reply.

"Just get in," Yoongi says, rolling his eyes.

I sigh and walk over and hop in, closing the passenger door and buckling myself in.

"Where are we going?" I ask Yoongi.

"Well, where are your tools?" He asks, with a small chuckle.

I'm amused at his actions and can't help but find them a bit endearing.

"Well, my tools are at my apartment," I tell Yoongi.

"To your apartment then," Yoongi says, putting the car in drive and taking off.

"Other way," I tell Yoongi.

"Right," he mumbles, turning the car around.

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Yoongi takes a turn and we arrive at my apartment building, I kind of have forgotten how it looks. I've spent so much time with the boys that I haven't really been back to my apartment. I should probably check in with my landlord, shouldn't I? I ponder with myself.

"Oh, wow," Yoongi says, pulling up to my apartment building.

"What?" I ask, unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Hmm? Nothing, just not what I was expecting," Yoongi answers, clearing his throat.

"And what exactly were you expecting?" I ask, looking at him.

"Nothing. Shall we go?" Yoongi asks, motioning to the building.

How clean is my apartment again? Wait, did I clean it? Before I could answer, I was already turning the handle to my apartment buildingand walking in with Yoongi standing still at the doorway.

"Come on," I say, motioning for Yoongi to walk with me.

I make my way through the door, giving a wave to the front desk person. Yoongi follows behind me as we walk to the elevator and enter it. I press the button for my floor. Elevator, please be fast, I plead with the universe feeling an awkward with Yoongi right now. The elevator ride is quite and surprisingly smooth - thiught this elevator is notoriously known for breaking down. The elevator doors slide open and I walk out onto the floor. For once I wish it was a little boisterous or more eventful on my apartment floor for once just to ease the energy going on between Yoongi and I. Though, my knack for overthinking paired with subtle anxiety is probably getting the better of me. Yoongi and I continue walking down the hall until we reach the door to my apartment. I stand still in front of my door and unlock it before walking in.

"Homey," Yoongi says, walking in.

I Shuffle behind him to shut my door and then proceed to walk to my room.

"Okay, where are my tools?" I wonder out loud, looking around.

Yoongi's POV

The first thing that came to me when I walked in to their apartment was.

"Homey," I say, looking around as Y/N walks off somewhere.

My eyes scan around the front entrance area, just looking at the decor and style that Y/N has for their home. I notice a shelf filled with various books and music albums. I'm intrigued by it and walk over, running my finger over the spines of the books. So they like poetry, I note, seeing that majority of the books are poetry. As I do so, an album catches my eye.

"Oh, what's this?" I wonder, pulling out an album.

"Ready to Die, The Notorious B.I.G," I read, flipping it to the back and putting it back.

Interesting. I notice Y/N has a lot of albums. Eminem, Stray Kids, One Ok Rock, BTS. I note the multiple artists and bands albums they have. I don't want to disrupt the livelihood of Y/N's book and album shelf, so I walk to the window and look out into the city. After a moment, I turn my head and I notice a black bag over near the television - it sort of looks like a tool bag. Out of curiosity, I live my place by the window and walk towards the bag.

"Damn it! I can't find my tools," I hear Y/N whine, walking back into the living area.

I look and the bag that's in front of me and read the small tag attached to the loop of the strap, 'tools, do NOT touch!'

I shake my head with a chuckle, "Is this what you are looking for?" I ask in a teasing manner, picking up the bag for Y/N to see.

Okay, heavier than I thought it would be, I note, keeping my expression the same. Y/N looks over and smiles with relief.

"Yes, it is, thanks," Y/N says, walking over and reaching for the bag.

I decide to be an ass and pull the bag away from them.

"What was that for? Give me my bag," Y/N demands, reaching for it again.

I switch hands, and hold it above their height.

"I don't want to," I tell them, looking away.

There's no clear or true reason why I'm acting like this with Y/N, but k just feel like it and it's honestly quite funny.

"Why? It's not yours," Y/N says, going on her tip-toes and reaching for her bag.

I hold it higher. Which, really doesn't make a difference.

"What? Do you want me to say please or something?" Y/N asks in annoyance.

I think about it for a moment and shrug.

"Fine, please give me my bag," Y/N huffs, holding out their hand in front of me.

I shake my head 'no' and hold it away from her. Y/N attempts to reach for her bag, jumping. While jumping, she trips on something. I see Y/N get scared. I drop her bag and catch her, preventing her from falling on the coffee table. If someone were to walk in they would think we are dancing. I hold Y/N close to me, are faces are close. I feel like my heart is going to run out of my body.

How can someone's eyes be so beautiful?

A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this part. And yes, we are pulling a k-drama classic. It's, 'you're too close to me, but I don't want to move so we just stare at one another until someone talks' moment. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Okay, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S.- you did well, go get some rest<3