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Win's POV

I'm not really someone who's adventurous when it comes to food that I'm not familiar with. I always prefer to eat food that I grew up with. However, the japchae that Jin, with the help of Namjoon and the others came up with, looked very delicious. I didn't need a second bidding from the group. I thanked everyone for their invitation to eat with them and sat on the chair that Yoongi made available for me. Yoongi sat next to me, ready to ask any questions I might have about the japchae.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

I stayed silent while everyone bowed their heads to say a silent prayer of thanks before dinner. The delicious smell of the japchae wafted to my nose. I couldn't wait to try it.

Finally Jin raised his head and announced, "Enjoy the fruit of my labor!"

"Hey!!!" everyone protested, with Namjoon's voice louder than everyone else's, "we all helped to make this dish!"

"Okay, okay, fine," Jin conceded, "I was just trying to make a first good impression on Win."

"Hey!" this time it was Yoongi who protested. "I saw him first!"

"That's not true!" Namjoon piped up. "I met him before you did!"

"Enough!" Jin admonished the other two. "Let's just enjoy our dinner, shall we?"

I noticed that Jungkook who was sitting right across from me at the table was already filling up his plate. I heard him mutter something under his breath but I could not quite catch it. I wondered whether he was wishing that it was Bright who was here having dinner with him instead of me.

I decided not to let the thought bother me. I concentrated on enjoying the delicious smelling noodles that Yoongi had piled up on my plate without my noticing it.

"Thank you," I turned to Yoongi with a grateful smile.

"Don't smile at me like that," Yoongi said. "You're going to give me a heart attack."

"Stop flirting with him," Namjoon scolded Yoongi.

Yoongi made a face at Namjoon.

"What are these transparent noodles made of?" I asked Yoongi, savoring the taste of it.

"They are made from sweet potato starch," it was Jin who answered my question. "They are also known as glass noodles."

"I see. Thank you for the info," I acknowledged Jin's reply to my question.

I noticed that Jimin had placed two transparent juice pitchers on the table before sitting down for dinner. One had a light pink liquid inside it and the other had a light yellow liquid inside it.

Yoongi noticed right away that I was looking at the juice pitchers.

"What would you like to drink, pink lemonade or pineapple juice?" he asked.

"Pineapple juice, please," I replied.

"Pineapple juice coming up!" he said happily as he reached for the pitcher and started to pour the pineapple juice into my glass.

Unfortunately halfway through filling my glass he had lowered the pitcher too close to my glass and the tip of the pitcher knocked my glass over, making the liquid flow straight to my shirt and down to my pants.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Yoongi was beside himself with apologies. "Come to my room, I will lend you a fresh pair of pants and a t-shirt," he added, grabbing my wrist and taking me away from the table.

The others looked at me helplessly with widened eyes.

He made me sit on his bed.

"Stay here," he said before disappearing from the room.

"What now," I wondered.

In less than a minute he was back carrying a small basin with a small towel in it. He then proceeded to unbutton my shirt.

I placed my hand over his.

"I can do it myself," I said.

"Alright," he said, reaching for the wet towel and wringing out the water from it.

Then he knelt in front of me between my legs and started wiping the wet towel across my bare chest.

Suddenly I heard his breathing getting heavier. My heart started to race inside my chest. He lifted his face to me and made it move closer to mine.

His lips were inches away from mine when suddenly my phone started to ring. The ringtone indicated that it was Bright calling.

Oh shit, I had forgotten to let him know that I was not coming back for lunch. It was half past seven thirty now. I had been away from him for almost eight hours now!

I noticed that Yoongi had peeked into my phone screen.

"It's your friend calling you from the hotel, right?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Please don't take his call," he pleaded, placing his hand over mine that was getting ready to swipe the call to take it.