My first thought as I wake up is somewhere between the lines of "bright" and "ugh". Slowly, as my eyes and brain acclimate to the world of the living, the sound of soft snoring registers beside my ear. The next piece of information that makes itself known to me is that there is a pair of arms holding me tightly, and a leg thrown over my own legs. My head is spinning as I attempt to make sense of the situation, while my brain screams at me in agony. I manage to roll over, but not before gently untangling my limbs from his and, upon seeing Yoongi's peaceful and slumbering face the events of last night slam into me all at once. Suddenly, hangover or no hangover, I am leaping out of the bed with a shriek. I gave him a blowjob! "What the fuck Emmy... Ugh, how could you do that?" I grab my head with both hands, emitting a small groan of misery. "Shit," I think to myself. "Even screaming in my own damn head hurts!"

Once I am standing upright without feeling as if I need to puke or die, I begin to contemplate my situation. Though my brain would just love to freak out and spaz over every little detail about last night, there is something that is infinitely more pressing. Escaping from my own bedroom. Was I being a huge chicken? Yes. I dared someone to ask me if I care. The panic rising in me right now is enough to make me feel like vomiting all over again, and no matter what I try to calm down my fight or flight instincts they only intensify as Yoongi suddenly half-ass awakens.

"Jagi... come back to bed..." he groans as he lazily reaches for the spot I had been laying only a few minutes prior.

Like a small child, he stretches his arms out to me, hands grasping at the air in an attempt to summon me back to his side. There is a part of me that wants to giggle at how cute this man is in this moment. However, the urge is only momentary. Because, unfortunately, I am massively embarrassed. And still frozen in terror. Unable to figure out what I should do, I stutter out some excuse about needing to use the restroom, and then I am out of that room so fast it is almost as if I'd been a ghost.

At least I wasn't lying though. I really do need to use the restroom. After slowly and cautiously completing my morning routine, I feel just slightly better. My head is still a raging mess, in more ways than one, as I stand beneath the shower's spray. On the one hand, migraine, all the migraine. I'm pretty sure my head is now housing the entirety of all the migraines that the world has ever experienced, or will ever experience. On the other hand, I am literally playing the entirety of last night's....escapade.... Over and over and over.

"Oh fuck me," I groan to myself. A second groan erupts from my throat as I realize just how bad that particular choice of words is. "What have I done?"

And yet, somehow, even though I am terribly embarrassed and ashamed of what I did, the images that are flooding my brain actually manage to turn me on. I groan once more.

After I am clean and dressed, I decide to head to the kitchen. I can smell the food from the hallway and as always it smells absolutely amazing. When I arrive, Jin already has breakfast sitting out and waiting for everyone.

He asks me to wake the boys, and I eagerly comply and hobble off to the hallway. Well, as eagerly as someone who probably seems half-dead could, at any rate. I just really want to put something in my stomach. However, I wish I hadn't been so eager to wake the boys up.

Apparently, everyone had heard Yoongi last night, and assumptions had been made. The boys were all dying to tease me once everyone was out in the hallway. I could see it written all over their smug faces. All with the exception of Taehyung, who is in a foul mood, and leaning against his bedroom door with a scowl upon his face. This does strike me as odd; after all, Tae isn't usually the kind of person to have bad moods, at least, not for as long as I've known him. But, to be fair, I haven't actually personally known him for very long, and everyone is human. I am sure even Buddha probably had bad days. I simply shrug it off as I attempt to turn around and walk away before the teasing can begin. Attempt being the keyword.

"It sounded like you made someone really happy last night Emmy-ah," Jimin teases as he wraps an arm around my neck. "It seems like our little Emmy-ah isn't so little after all!"

Somehow, in the back of my mind, I can just hear Jin's mortified and vehement insistence that I am still his innocent baby sister, and this only embarrasses me further. Jimin chuckles as I throw his arm off of me and dash into the kitchen haphazardly, blushing a deep burgundy all the way.

"Yah! Next time you want to do the horizontal tango you should let us know so we can clear the house!" Hobi yells at me with a voice full of mirth.

"Better yet just don't do it at all" Tae mumbles under his breath as he rounds the corner to the kitchen, completely ignoring the other guys.

"Who pissed in his Wheaties?" Namjoon asks no one in particular.

Meanwhile, Jungkook is frozen and about as red as a tomato as the other boys begin filing into the kitchen. He suddenly snaps out of his horrified expression and, with a yell, hurriedly rounds the corner screaming "Wait for me! Wait! Joonie-Hyung! What are Wheaties?!"

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Everyone is finally seated at the table when Yoongi decides to make his appearance. He strolls into the kitchen, and, after placing a kiss on my forehead, he sits beside me. The boys had been wise enough to leave at least one of the chairs next to me empty. Tae had been fairly quick to nab the chair to my right, something which honestly doesn't surprise the rest of the boys.

Tae is known for being a little off kilter, so really, the assumption is that if it is weird Tae will do it.

That means that I am sandwiched between a slightly annoyed Yoongi and a rather put off Tae. I am more than a little mystified about Tae's bad mood this particular morning, but seeing as the rest of the boys are paying him no mind I assure myself that it isn't likely anything to worry about.

"Jagi," Yoongi whines, "Why didn't you climb back into bed when I asked you to? I hate waking up, but it's even worse when you're not there."

I can't think of what to say, my brain racing at two hundred miles a minute just to come up with an appropriate response. I make the mistake of looking directly at him, and my face erupts in flames. Apparently, I can't even look at him. I am so embarrassed. And now I'm annoyed. This is just not like me. Ok, so I gave the man a blowjob. It isn't like that's the end of the world, right? People give people blowjobs all the time, right? Surely that wasn't even Yoongi's first blowjob. No big deal right? Except, that thought doesn't make me feel any better. In fact, the opposite was very true. It makes me feel a whole lot worse in so many ways.

Suddenly I am thinking of last night all over again and images of Yoongi's dick play through my mind's eye, startling me and causing me to slam my knee into the bottom of the table and almost fall out of my chair.

I swing my head down, too embarrassed to look at anyone at this point.

"Ahhh, look at her! Our little Emelia is so embarrassed! It's adorable!" squeals Jimin.

My head snaps up to deliver the offender a death glare.

"Awwwwww look! She's so cute when she's angry!" Jimin just keeps digging his grave.

"That's it. Park Jimin, you just signed your own death warrant," I growl as I leap up from my chair, embarrassment forgotten as I rush towards Jimin who also has already leaped from his chair and begun a mad dash around the kitchen in an attempt to evade me. I am screaming and he is giggling, and the majority of the boys can't help but to erupt into full out laughter at our antics. Yoongi is just sitting there, nonchalantly eating his breakfast, as if this is everyday normal behavior. Alright, in this house it probably is, but still, if I hadn't been preoccupied I might have worried just a little for his sanity.

Before long Jin is demanding that we hug and makeup, and while Jimin is definitely game for hugs I am not. The result? Me flopping like a fish in Jimin's embrace and feet dangling as he attempts to give me possibly the biggest bear hug I have ever received. He chuckles when I hiss at him.

"Dude, your girlfriend just hissed at Jimin! What the fuck?" Jungkook appears to be legitimately concerned.

"Language Kookie! Don't make me tell you again!" Jin scolds.

The golden maknae rolls his eyes as he replies with a sarcastic "Yes, Eomma".

Everything that is going on in this moment and all he's worried about is language. Classic Jin. Jungkook feels as if he is the only sane person he knows sometimes.

Jin gives him that motherly side eye and Jungkook clams up real quick.

But no one notices the foul look on Tae's face at the word "girlfriend" being spoken aloud. Storm clouds are gathering in the golden-haired man's eyes, and if anyone had bothered to look they might have been worried.

Yoongi just shrugs. "I already told you guys she was weird way before I brought her here. And she's been here for, like, going on three months now. You guys have had plenty of time to see how weird she is; I don't know why you're so surprised."

They can't deny that it's true. Thankfully Jin changes the subject as Jimin and I return to our seats to eat breakfast. "I've noticed that you don't really have clothes Emmy-ah, and honestly, it's starting to get a bit warm outside. I was thinking that since today is my day off I could take you clothes shopping. My treat of course." He says the final piece with a wink.

"No fucking way, Hyung. she's my girlfriend, shouldn't I be the one to take her shopping?" Yoongi says, offended.

"Absolutely not, you can't miss any more work. The rap line has been waiting for you to finish your parts for the next Cypher for over two months now. If you skip out again, you're going to give poor PD Bang a heart attack!" Jin replies.

No matter how much Yoongi would love to argue right now, Jin is in stern Eomma mode, and when Jin is like this nobody, not even Yoongi argues with him. Yoongi groans, knowing that there is no way he could win right now.

Suddenly Tae's eyes light up with the force of the smile returning to his face. He raises his arm excitedly. "Hyung! Let me take Emmy-ah! Please! Today is my day off too! I want to spend time with Emmy-ah!" There's so much excitement in the poor boy's eyes that Jin doesn't have the heart to tell him no. Yoongi does not feel the same.

"Absolutely not. Anyone but Tae" Yoongi is quick to attempt to refute him. However, Jin gives Yoongi the side eye now, and Yoongi snaps his mouth shut so quickly that I am afraid for his jaw.

"It's settled then," Jin says calmly.

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And, of course, Tae takes me to Gucci. I look around with eyes wide and sparkling with amazement. Even the store itself is beautiful, it's displays a mix of old and modern luxury with the dark wood and the glass. There are expensive looking leather couches and exquisitely detailed rugs and, oh, I really wonder if it's possible that I've died and gone to heaven.

"Hello Mr. Kim," The attendant says in greeting. The woman is completely ignoring me as I glance around in wonder in favor of Taehyung, who becomes animated at the sound of her voice. "It's been so long since we've seen you! What can we do for you today?"

"Hush, you know that I was here only a month ago!" He says, grinning saucily. "Actually, I'm here today to get my friend Emmy-ah a new wardrobe!" He is excited as he pounces on me, hugging me from behind.

The attendant, with her cherry red lips and sleek chocolate hair, is not quite as excited. She frowns slightly at me, and I immediately dislike her. "I will follow you, Mr. Kim, so please make your selections at your leisure!" She says after taking a moment to compose herself. The scowl is no longer visible as she plasters on her best smile. Anyone could tell that she likes Taehyung.

"Pick whatever you want Emmy-ah!" He says excitedly as he releases me. I follow him as he rushes over to the clothes section.

I continue to follow Taehyung, running my fingers gently over items that catch my interest. A cold sweat breaks out all over my body as I see the price stamped onto the price tag of a shirt that catches my eye. It is beautiful, and so much like the kinds of things I wish I could wear. Girly and pale pink with beautiful flowers. It is a button up with a high neck, and an oversized bow tied around the neck that hangs down past the shoulders. It is absolutely stunning and I am sure that it would not suit me at all. But that doesn't even matter because it is over a thousand dollars!

"Tae, there is no way I can have you buy any of this for me!" I squeak. "It's way too expensive, I'm not comfortable with this!" I am glancing around nervously, as if I'm looking for an escape, ready to bail at any moment. Surely Tae would just follow me out of the store, right? I decide to give it a go.

He grabs me as I try to walk out of the store, pulling me into a hug. "But I want to, Emmy-ah! And it's my money, so why can't I spend it on you?"

I struggle to free myself from his rather tight embrace, however, it only grows tighter. I grow still, a brilliant idea forming in my mind.

In a last-ditch effort, I tell him "Tae, there isn't even anything here that I actually like, so can we please just go?" At this point, the attendant is giving me some rather nasty stares, obviously jealous of the attention that Taehyung is giving me.

Tae is not buying it, however, as he had noticed me eyeing that particular shirt longingly. "We will take that shirt, and since she wants to be shy, I will pick out everything else for her, too," he says stubbornly. I bury my beet-red face into Taehyung's shoulder.

"Honestly Mr. Kim I don't really think that shirt would suit her anyways, could I interest you in something... a little more basic?" the devil of an attendant says, there is a smug grin spread upon her face.

My face falls slightly at what I imagine the woman perceives as an insult. I chuckle dryly, I already know that I'm more of a hoodie and sweats kind of girl.

"It's ok, I can just get a couple of T-shirts and a Hoodie from Walmart or something. Wait," I frown for a second, growing thoughtful, "do you guys even have Walmart in Korea?" I wiggle awkwardly in Taehyung's grasp as I realize that, no, they probably do not.

Suddenly Tae's face morphs and he is no longer friendly. He looks downright scary as he wipes the smug off of her face with his next words. "That really isn't your place to determine Mrs. Song." The scowl on his face deepens. "It would look absolutely stunning on my Emmy-ah, and if you are going to let your jealousy get in the way of doing your job properly I promise that not only will I not return to this store, I will make sure to report you to your manager as well."

The woman is now pale; Kim Taehyung is a very, very valued customer after all. There is no doubt in her mind what the consequences would be if she caused him to never return. But Tae is not finished.

"Furthermore, I am aware that you had hopes of getting me into your pants, but that isn't gonna work out. Do I need to file for sexual harassment as well?"

I almost felt sorry for the woman.

At Taehyung's words the woman flushes instantly, mortified beyond imagination.

"Absolutely not, Mr. Kim. What else can I help you with?"

None of us notice the sounds of a shutter, or the light from the flash of a camera as Taehyung leans down to kiss my forehead. "Don't let her nonsense get to you. You are going to look absolutely stunning in that shirt, I can already tell!" He smiles at me as he releases me.

Tae makes me try on so many clothes that I am honestly in a bit of a daze by the time I'm actually in the last outfit. The whole time the attendant has been tripping over her words, eager to agree with everything Tae says and looking at me in absolute terror any time he asks her a question.

"Doesn't this look absolutely amazing on Emmy-ah?" He asks her as he forces me to spin for them. His question makes me immensely uncomfortable; I really don't like all the extra attention. He has me in a knee-length cream-colored dress with short frilly sleeves and red and blue stripes. There are frills running down the length of my chest, and a large bow sitting atop my chest. I am fairly certain that I look absolutely ridiculous. He has paired it with a pair of red, strappy heels.

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Tae studies Emelia closely. She really is a beauty, he realizes. Maybe not in the model, out-of-this-world kind of way, but there is a realness to her that he absolutely adores.

With her long legs, high cheekbones, freckles, blue, almost almond-shaped eyes, and her copper curls, she really and truly is a vision. He is drawn to her face as she bites her plump, pink lips, and for the first time in his life, he has the overwhelming desire to kiss someone as he zones out, staring at her lips. He is snapped out of his reverie by the sound of Emmy clearing her throat awkwardly.

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"Absolutely, she looks absolutely amazing Mr.Kim, as always you have an excellent eye!" the attendant responds nervously. There is a bit of a squeak to her voice, so it is hard to take her seriously.

Taehyung notices my doubtful look and grabs my hands, pulling me closer. "Emmy-ah, don't you trust me? If I say you look amazing I promise that you really do."

I look at him with doubt shining in my eyes. "It is a beautiful dress Tae..." I trail off, "but beautiful dresses are meant for beautiful people." I look down, embarrassed.

"Nuh-uh," he scolds me gently. "You are absolutely stunning, so I don't want to hear any more of that. Do I look like the kind of person that would lie to you?" He then pouts, making me giggle slightly. This boy's aegyo is just way too much for me to handle.

"No Tae, I know you wouldn't lie to me" I say with a huff. I am slightly annoyed with myself for not being able to resist his cute behavior. And honestly, what was that giggle about? "I don't fucking giggle" I think to myself in horror.

However, I decide to believe in Tae, knowing that his status as a fashionista would not allow him to let someone butcher his favorite brand.

Tae goes on to pick a few more dressy shirts, some casual shirts, some skirts, jeans, shorts, a couple of dresses, pajamas, a couple of pairs of heels, sneakers, flats, a purse, and some hair accessories before he is satisfied.

The two of us walk out of Gucci overburdened with bags. He won't let me look at the receipt, but I just know it had to have amounted to over five thousand dollars easily. Hell, it was probably more like over ten thousand, but I was trying to be kind to myself. Just the idea of the bill made me feel like I might have a panic attack. I'm incredibly embarrassed. It feels wrong to have someone spend so much money on me. But Tae can't stop grinning, and the boy's boxy smile is so infectious that I can't help but to find myself smiling too.

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I leave the bags in the car and, together with Tae, head into the mall. Apparently, the man is not satisfied with the amount of money he has already spent, and so, here we are. Inside of Victoria's Secret. Truthfully I had thought shopping for underwear with Tae would have been so much weirder, but it really isn't uncomfortable at all aside from the price tags. Even though the price tags here are much less scary, it is still way too much. I am the kind of person that will only grab a T-shirt from Walmart if it is on sale, after all. Because of this, I'm predisposed to making the situation even more awkward and yet I have an absolute blast. Tae has this natural gift for making everything exciting and fun, and his goofiness is incredibly contagious. Because of him, I smile the entire time, and the two of us laugh together at everything. We still haven't managed to come up with a decent explanation for all the super stringy underwear, or how anyone could consider them comfortable.

"Sometimes," Tae says, "being fashionable means just a little bit of pain"

The two of us laugh our way out of the store, boy shorts in tow.

As we are passing by one of the random cell phone shops in the mall I notice a pair of Bose headphones on display. I suddenly remember one more item that I absolutely need: A cell phone. Since mine had been lost on the flight I haven't had any way to contact anyone, and that needs to change. I make my way in and purchase both a cell phone and the headphones, making what I feel is great use of my accumulated pay. Tae is pouting, offended that I had not allowed him to buy this for me.

"If I bought it for you there wouldn't be any payments, you'd own it," he grumbles. "Besides I really wanted to spoil you today." He looks at me with those puppy dog eyes and I almost melt.

Fortunately, I am too busy staring at Tae in a disbelieving stupor. "Tae, I think you've spoiled me plenty today."

"But-"

"Nope. I at least want to do this by myself." I sigh in relief as he steps down, only to demand that I allow him to pay for lunch.

"Fine, lunch is on you," I say, "but only because I know you won't let this go until I agree, and I'm actually really hungry."

As we are on our way out I notice a pair of Kumamon phone accessories. I can't help but to think about how much Yoongi would enjoy them, and so I end up making a quick detour back into the shop. I don't notice the sad look that Taehyung wears as he watches me excitedly buy them.

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The two of us are now seated in the food court eating. The energetic mood from earlier has died down by this point and even Tae is deep in thought as we sit down with our meals. The both of us are quiet for a few minutes as Tae watches me eat with abandon.

He smiles to himself as I get a bit of sauce on the corner of my mouth, not even thinking before he reaches over with his thumb and wipes the sauce from my lips with his forefinger, before sticking it in his mouth. Again no one notices the flashing of the camera, or the sound of a shutter.

"Emmy-ah, do you really like Yoongi-hyung that much?" he asks as he notices me fiddling with my purchase from earlier.

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He isn't even sure why it makes him so sad, knowing that his hyung has such a special place in Emelia's heart. He should be happy. Happy for Emmy, and happy for his hyung, but instead he feels so bad, so hurt. The Kumamon accessories dangle from her fingertips as she looks up at him, shock spread across her features by his sudden question.

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"I think that I do," I say softly as I look down at my hands unable to look Tae in the face.

To be honest, I'm not really sure that any of this is a good idea. And I keep waiting to be hurt. I don't want to like Min Yoongi. I don't want to love Min Yoongi. I don't want to give anyone else ever again that kind of power. The power to destroy me. But it's too late, isn't it? There are far too many sins in my closet, and I know that Yoongi will be disgusted with me when he learns about them. Even so, the heart truly does want what it wants. I am falling for Min Yoongi, and I know that it's dangerous.

I am so busy staring at my hands that I completely miss the hurt look that flashes across Tae's face. But Taehyung quickly schools his expression as he realizes that the topic is upsetting me. He felt like an idiot. He shouldn't have asked, the last thing he wants is to see me anything but happy. He reaches across the table and lifts my face up by my chin.

"I'm sorry Emmy-ah. Don't be sad," he says with his signature grin. "Here! Why don't I go grab some ice cream!?" Before I can even reply Taehyung speeds off to grab some ice cream for the two of us, leaving me sitting alone and dumbfounded at the table.

Taehyung isn't gone for long before a man walks up to me with a confident stride. He is rather tall and muscular, with a rugged and yet somehow charming face. There is no boyish charm to his face, however, instead he looks rather like a "manly man".

"Hello beautiful. My friends and I were just wondering if the curtains match the drapes. Here's my number, maybe I can find out sometime?" he says in Korean as he tries to suavely slip a piece of paper in front of me. It is only thanks to Namjoon's lessons that I understand the man, and honestly, I am excited to realize that I understand what he is saying, even as I am disgusted by how forward he is being.

"Thank you, Joonie," I think to myself.

I hand the piece of paper back to him; even if I wasn't with Yoongi there is about a snowball's chance in hell that I would ever text this man. There is an angry look on the man's face, and I brace myself. I can tell this man isn't about to take no for an answer. He puts his fingers beneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I slap his hand away, intent on telling him off as soon as I can translate my quite crude words into Korean. However, an unexpected arrival deems it no longer necessary.

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Yoongi has shown up after ditching work, eager to see Emelia if only for a few minutes, and he is not happy with the current situation. He arrives just in time to see her hand the man back the piece of paper he had deftly slipped in front of her, and to see the look on the man's face at the return of said piece of paper. The man then had the audacity to touch what was his. There is no way in hell Yoongi is letting this slide.

"Not on my watch." Yoongi mumbles under his breath.

He walks to her then, with long and confident strides, and completely unaware that someone has been snapping photos of them, he kisses her full on the lips before turning to the man harassing her. He slips into Korean easily as he begins to tell the guy off.

"For what reason are you harassing someone else's girlfriend?" He asks him, anger clearly showing not only in his voice but also on his face. This man was just a word away from getting a rather unhealthy dose of Min Yoongi's world-famous savagery. Yoongi didn't give a fuck if this guy was big enough to bench press him, his possessive and protective streaks have both been engaged by this man's disrespectful behavior.

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The other man laughs, eyeing Yoongi up. It's obvious enough what he's thinking. He obviously doesn't think that Yoongi, who is rather small and lean in comparison with his boyish good looks, is not much of a match for him at all. Standing in front of my boyfriend, he actually has to lean down to get into his face. Credit must be given where credit is due however, as Yoongi does not flinch at all.

"Didn't look like she was taken to me, sitting here all on her own," He grins at Yoongi cheekily. "If you really are her boyfriend you must be a really bad one!" He is laughing now, and Yoongi's expression keeps getting increasingly darker by the second.

"You should forget about pretty boys, beautiful. It's a man's job to make you feel like a real woman. I can do that for-" The tall stranger isn't even able to finish his sentence. I stand and kick him in the balls faster than I've ever moved in my life. I can already tell where this is going and I don't like it. Furthermore, I can tell that Yoongi is a hair's breadth away from starting a fist fight with this jackass, and he doesn't need that kind of attention. If this man found out who my boyfriend is and turned around and sued or something, it could mean really bad news for Yoongi and BTS. I'm not sure what the laws are here in South Korea for self-defense, but whatever would happen to me is preferable to Yoongi getting into trouble on my account. But above all, I am getting really sick of everyone else rescuing me.

Since I've arrived I've been treated like a ragdoll, and it isn't sitting right with me. I have appreciated the spoiling, and the camaraderie, but I am neither a child, nor a doll. Honestly, I am perfectly capable of standing up for myself. Recent events withstanding, I haven't really ever had anyone to look out for me. And it is probably only because of the fact that I'd always longed for it that I have allowed it to go on for so long, but in the end I cannot deny that it just simply isn't me.

The man drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes as he clutches his family jewels, groaning in agony. "Yah! What the fuck was that for, bitch?" He tries so very hard to sound and look intimidating, but it's very hard to do from his position on the floor.

"I believe that my boyfriend told you to fuck off," I reply in Korean with an icy glaze in my eyes. Almost as if daring the man to argue.

Yoongi is staring at her in awe. Is it too early to be in love? He really wants to kiss her again right then and there.

"Now I see why you're with such a pretty boy! Fucking manly American whore!" I stare at the stranger in muted shock.

Yoongi, however, sees red. He is much more active in showing his displeasure. The very scene that I had been trying to avoid plays out before me. Yoongi throws his fist straight into the guys face, and what results is, as I had surmised earlier, a fist fight. Yoongi is giving just as good as he is getting, perhaps even a little more. However, he is not avoiding all of the damage being dealt to him either.

Everyone is watching my boyfriend and the asshole duke it out, and I am absolutely frozen and mortified. By the time Tae rushes over, rapidly melting ice cream in hand, after having seen the fight from afar, the stranger is on his knees before Yoongi who is still standing tall. The stranger is covered in bruises already, and his nose is busted and bleeding. Yoongi is sporting a couple of bruises and a busted lip, but overall the damage to his person looks to be far less.

The muscle-bound stranger is cowering on the floor pathetically as Yoongi spits the blood from his mouth. "If you ever even so much as think about my girlfriend again, I promise that it will be the last thing you do."

I cannot blame the man for cowering. The look on Yoongi's face as he stares down at the man is dark and menacing, and there is none of the usual warmth in his gaze. Yoongi turns around to grab my bags before taking my hand and leading me to his car. The ride back to the condo is silent, and Yoongi refuses to let go of my hand the entire way.