m o n d a y

10:43 p.m.

Your POV

"Oh, it's late," I mumble, realizing it's almost eleven.

Well, it's not that late. I promised the members, mainly Seokjin that I would be back before midnight. I know I'm going to break that promise one day. I save the draft I was working on, double checking everything is saved before unplugging my USB. I close my laptop and place it in my bag and walk out of the studio.

I walk down the hallway, I can hear music playing in another studio but I don't take the time to listen. I press the button on the elevator and enter once the doors open. Time passes as I go down floors. Finally, I reach the lobby. I hate elevators. I think, leaving the metal box.

"Have a nice night," I tell the lady working at the desk.

I push open the doors and hop onto my motorcycle, checking the time on my phone again. I hope the boys have eaten. I texted Yoongi earlier, but he didn't respond. I unlock my phone and pull up Yoongi's number. Should I call him? I ponder for a moment before pressing the call button.

"Hey Y/N, what's up?" Yoongi answers.

"Hey Yoongi, have you and the others eaten yet?" I ask.

"Uh, I haven't yet, but the others have," he tells me.

"Do you want...anything? Before I get back to the dorms," I offer.

I debate with myself if I want to stop by a convenience store.

"No, thanks. It's late, just come back. I was going to order take out anyway," Yoongi says, shuffling behind the phone.

"Okay, I'll see you when I get back," I say, getting ready to drive to the dorms.

"Yeah. Be careful Y/N," Yoongi replies.

"Always am," I tell him, and end the call.

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12:12 p.m.

I arrive at the dorms, finally. Who would have thought late night traffic would be that bad. I shut my engine off and get off my bike. I make my way up the steps, before I reach the door it swings open.

"Hey, Yoongi," I greet, walking up the steps to him.

"It's past midnight," he grumbles.

I tilt my head in confusion. Why is he telling me this? I wonder, fixing the strap of my bag.

"You said you wouldn't be out past midnight," Yoongi states, crossing his arms.

I nod my head, remembering the little agreement. A cool breeze blows by, causing me to shiver through my jacket. I rub the sides of my arms trying to get warm. Why is it so cold? I see the expression on Yoongi's face change. Soften.

"Come here," he says, pulling me inside.

I don't have time to take off my shoes as Yoongi continues to pull along.

"I'll be back," Yoongi tells me, holding up his index finger and running into the kitchen.

I this money to take off my shoes. I sigh in relief as my feet are free from my shoes. My eyes can see Yoongi opening and closing cabinets. I hear water running and then being shut off. What is he doing? I question, smiling at how he waddles back and forth. I notice the untouched take-out food on the side counter. I raise an eyebrow, did he not eat? Soon after Yoongi comes out with two mugs in hand. One black mug. The other a black mug with the phases of the moon on it.

Yoongi's POV

"Hot chocolate?" I offer Y/N, holding out the moon mug.

"Thank you, Yoongi," they say with a smile,  taking the mug from my hand.

I felt bad that I was interrogating Y/N when they got back to the dorms. I think back to earlier tonight. A cold wind came by and Y/N almost immediately started to shiver like a leaf about to fall. It's freezing outside and I thought asking - interrogating our producer was a good idea.

"Careful, it's still hot," I warn Y/N, sitting down.

I notice how Y/N is just staring at the mug, running their thumb side to side. I mentally slap myself, I should have asked.

"Oh, I should have asked. Do you want me to make another one? Without cinnamon?" I ask Y/N.

"Huh? What did you say?" They ask, looking up from their mug.

"Do you want me to make another one? Without the cinnamon stick?" I repeat, getting up from my seat.

"No, thank you. I actually like cinnamon in my hot chocolate," Y/N replies, lifting the mug to their lips and taking a sip.

I nod my head, taking note that I'm not the only one that likes cinnamon in the hot chocolate. Y/N places the mug back on the table. I smile at the whip cream that's on their nose. How cute. I stare, attempting to mentally take a photo of them.

"What is it?" They ask, facing me.

I stop staring and revert my eyes to my mug.

"Nothing. I didn't know anyone else liked their hot chocolate like that. I thought it was just me," I answer, dipping the cinnamon stick into my drink and taking a sip.

I smirk, realizing that Y/N doesn't know they have whip cream on their face.

"Okay, what is it?" Y/N asks again.

I look up at them.

"Nothing, why?" I reply, wondering if they'll realize what's on their face.

"You're smiling," they say, sitting back in their seat.

"Can I not smile?" I question, propping my head up in my hand.

"Never mind," Y/N mumbles, going back to their drink.

I chuckle, this child. I sigh as I reach for a napkin. I walk over to Y/N.

"What are you doing?" They question, furrowing their eyebrows.

"Hold on," I tell them, softly.

I lift Y/Ns' head up by their chin and wipe the whip cream of their nose.

"You had cream on your nose," I finally tell them.

There's a noticeable blush on Y/N's cheeks. I can't believe how attractive I find Y/N. I think sitting back down. Y/N clears their throat.

"Di-did you eat yet?" Y/N asks, staring at something behind me.

I turn my head, remembering I got them food. Their favorite food from her favorite place.

"Yeah, I got that for you," I reply, sipping my hot-well not so hot chocolate.

"Oh, take-out and hot chocolate? What happened?" Y/N asks.

"Well, I thought you would be hungry so," I tell them, getting embarrassed and trailing off.

I place my mug down and grab the food from the counter. I bring it out to the table to Y/N. I was kind of hoping to eat with them. Yoongi, will you ever stop thinking like this? The room goes quiet, the sound of cars driving by can be heard. Oddly enough I don't mind. I like it - this moment. Y/N and me, just sitting in each others presence.

"Thank you," they say.

I stare at Y/N, "For what?"

"For the hot chocolate, and the food," Y/N explains, holding up the mug.

"Uh, you're welcome," I say, sitting back down.

"It's getting late, I'm going to sleep," Y/N says, getting up from her chair with her mug.

"Get some rest, okay. We have to record your verse," she says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I feel weird, not a bad weird. A new weird, one that I wouldn't mind. How many times am I going to say weird instead of using actual emotions and feelings?

"Same for you," I reply, not knowing what to say.

"Sleep well," Y/N says, walking off to their room most likely.

I place my hand on my shoulder, smiling. Why am I smiling? It's just a hand. I shake my head and look out the window.

What is this? I wonder.

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

P.S.- you did well, it's okay.