t u e s d a y

4:53 p.m.

Your POV

"What do, you want me to say please or something?" I ask, voice oozing with annoyance.

"Fine, please give me my bag," I ask Yoongi, who is currently holding my tools hostage.

This is really embarrassing given the not large height difference between the two of us. I jump up, attempting to reach for my bag. As my feet come back down to the floor, they don't quite land right and I trip. What the heck did I trip on? I wonder, as I make my way to the floor or somewhere on top of my coffee table. It's too short notice for me to react quick enough to save or salvage myslef (and grace.) I hear a loud metallic thud and feel hands wrap around my body. I process what happened - he caught me. Yoongi's arms are wrapped around me, like a net. Too close, too close, I panic, strangely feeling safe in his hold. I don't know if it's because I was on my way to a concussion or what. Is he blushing? I wonder, noticing the very faint red color on Yoongi's cheeks. I try not to look at him, but there's nothing I can look at. My eyes find their way to his. Yoongi seemed to already be staring at me.

"Caught you," He finally speaks, breaking the silence.

The statement came out so soft and hushed, almost mimicking the intimacy between us at this moment. It catches me off guard a bit.

"Th-thanks," I stutter.

Yoongi assists me with standing back up on my own two feet before bending down to pick up my tool bag. I can feel my heart returning back to its neutral pace. That was interesting I note, brushing the hair out of my face.

"Can I have my bag now?" I ask, holding my hand out.

Yoongi crosses his arms and furrows his eyebrows, as if he is thinking.

"Hmm, no,"Yoongi responds, a satisfied look on his face.

"Aish," I sigh, as he walks by me.

"Come on, kitten," He says, waiting by the front door.

I feel a pit in my stomach form. I whip my head over to him, "Kit-kitten?" I repeat, appalled by the nickname.

"What?" He asks, chuckling with a smile like nothing happened.

How can people do that? Something happens and they act like nothing happened? I wonder, taking a breather before walking to the door. I turn my back to Yoongi to lock up the apartment.

"Let's go," I tell Yoongi, beginning to walk down the hallway.

I lead the way out of the elevator as I let out a yawn. Yoongi rushes ahead of me towards the lobby doors and I follow behind, taking my sweet time with each stride. Once I get closed, he opens the door for me.

"Thank you, sir," I say to Yoongi with a small smile, walking out of the building.

Yoongi and I make our way to the car and get in, him in the drivers seat and me in the passenger seat. I fear if I were the one driving, there'd be a chance of me dozing out. He starts the car and soon after we leave the parking lot. I turn on the radio almost instantly, hoping to hear something new. Sadly, it's the same songs, on every station. I give up and settle on a song I can listen to before sitting back in my seat. I look out the window, seeing the various buildings and stores. The sidewalks are crowded, most people are on their way back to work or just ending a shift.

"Hey, Y/N," Yoongi says.

"Yes," I reply, turning my head to him.

"Here," He says, handing me the aux cord.

"Thanks, any suggestions?" I ask, plugging the cord into my phone.

"Play whatever," Yoongi tells me, staring at the road.

I smirk, scrolling through my playlist.

<<back at the dorms>>

Hoseok's POV

Since Yoongi left with Y/N, the rest of us have been trying to figure out what happened.

"It doesn't make sense though," I mumble to myself.

"Wait, so let me get this right. A dude in a hoodie, slashed their tire and took off the bike chain. Then, what? They just disappeared?" Jimin repeats, for the third time.

"Did you not hear what they said earlier?" Taehyung questions, pointing towards Jungkook, Namjoon, and I.

"Shouldn't we, I don't know call the police or something?" Jungkook asks, dropping his arms to his side.

"That's up to Y/N," I tell him.

This really does not make sense though. Wait, how did they even find our dorms? I wonder, getting concerned. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to create a key to this lock. I stand up from my seat and pace back and forth.

"What is it Hoseok?" Seokjin asks.

"Nothing, just...is anyone confused on how they knew we live here?" I ask, standing still and facing them.

"I mean, did they even know that it was Y/N's bike or was it a random person wanting to mess with something?" I question, pacing back and forth for a short moment.

The boys either nod their head along or make an 'oh' sound. I make my way to the entrance of the dorm and slide my shoes on. I walk down to the lot of mini crime scene where Y/N's damaged bike stands. I start to examine the bike, squatting down to look at the rear tire. The tire is slashed, most likely by a knife. Pocket knife? I think, moving my eyes to the chain.

"Who would take the time to do this?" I ask myself.

I take a photo of the bike and the tires and head back inside. I head to my room and grab my wallet before coming back out into the main area.

"Where are you going Hobi?" Namjoon asks, jumping up from the couch.

"To get Y/N a tire," I reply, opening the door.

"Hold on," Namjoon calls out.

"Huh?" I say, turning my head.

"I'm coming!" He says, running off to his room.

Yoongi's POV

"Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see, sometimes your words just hypnotize me. And I just love your flashy ways, guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid," Y/N happily sings along to the song, doing a small dance in the passenger seat.

"I didn't take you for a Biggie fan," I say, over the music.

"I grew up listening to him," They tell me.

If I'm being honest, I do not regret giving the aux cord to Y/N. At least, not yet. So far, their music has been good. I look over to see them bobbing their head to the song, a little smile on their face. Cute I think, admiring them. I look back at the road and the song changes. Wait a minute. I instantly feel embarrassed.

"Oh, so you like Agust D," I tease Y/N, as my song Agust D plays.

"Yup," Y/N replies.

"Bet you can't rap my third verse," I joke.

I turn to look at them, they flash a questioning-concerned look. Y/N smirks.

"I bet I can," they dare, crossing their arms.

"Do it then," I tell them, Y/N chuckles the same way a mischievous child would.

Y/N skips to the verse and takes a breath. Oh, they're actually going to do it, I realize.

"I'm the guy who shoves his junior or senior. Who copies from copiers, doesn't matter if I'm nasty or if I'm a wack or fack. I'm the guy that will carve history on the ground. Always getting more light. Among other hopeless rappers. The racquet caused by the jealous hyungs who are scared I'd take away their source of income with my fame," Y/N raps.

Holy kimchi, they can rap. I am speechless, surprisingly. They did that in one breath too? I question myself, looking at Y/N. Y/N is still going, bouncing in their seat, smiling. They did that whole rap like it was nothing, second nature to a degree.

"Wow," I breathe out.

Eyes on the road Yoongi I remind myself.

The song ends and the next one plays. I lean forward and turn down the volume. While waiting for the light to turn green, I look at Y/N.

"What?" They ask.

I don't answer.

"What is it Yoongi?" Y/N asks again.

"So, you can produce, compose, sing, and rap? What else do you have up there?" I question, patting their head.

I retract my hand and bring it back to the wheel.

"To be fair, you can do the same, better than me," Y/N replies.

"Uh no, don't do that. You are an amazing artist and musician," I compliment them.

Well it's not a compliment if it's a known fact.

"I'm not sure, but thank you," Y/N says, scrolling through their phone.

"Yes you are, you just don't want to admit it," I tell them, pressing on the gas.

A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this part. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S- you cute<3