*Taehyung POV*

We finished up the food much quicker than I had expected, and I went inside to find the opener for the wine bottle. I pulled out at least six drawers, but finally I found it.

As I headed back outside, I saw y/n from the kitchen window sitting on the lawn, clearing out the plates and boxes from the food we had ordered. I stood there for a moment, watching as she placed them all to one side and flattened out the sheet that she had laid on the grass. Not wanting her to see me standing there like a creep, I went back out into the yard.

"Hey," I said, as I sat down next to her. She was playing with a blade of grass between her fingers.

"Hey."

I sat next to her and she passed me the bottle. I took the corkscrew in my hand, and bit my lip as I suddenly realised I had no idea how to do this. It's not like I don't drink, I've just never opened a wine bottle with a corkscrew before.

"Um...y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any idea how to...uh..." I gestured to the bottle and the corkscrew.

She laughed quietly, "give it here. I've only ever done this once, long ago. But I think I remember."

"Here," she said, taking the corkscrew and bottle from my hand.

Her fingers brushed against mine and a shiver traveled up my arm.

No. No, this is not happening. This is because I've never spent time with a girl this much, and I'm just not used to it. This is nothing but that.

"So, what you do is, if you unfold this bit, there's a little knife kind of thing here, right?"

I nodded numbly, pretending to pay attention to what she was saying.

"And you use this mini knife to take off the top bit here," she said, gently cutting off the top covering thing, revealing the cork.

"Now you take this corkscrew, and use that to open the bottle," she said, screwing on the corkscrew. She pulled it a couple of times, and the bottle opened with a satisfying pop. She then passed it to me.

Picking up the wine glasses, I began to pour in the wine. I filled up the first glass and passed it to her, after which I picked up the second to fill it.

Y/n took a little sip of the wine, and raised her eyebrows in what I assumed was praise. I raised the bottle to pour myself the wine, but, distracted, I spilled some down my T-shirt and onto the sheet we were sitting on.

Y/n looked over, startled by the sound of the bottle hitting the edge of my glass.

"Let me help you with that." Gulping down the rest of her wine, she picked up a paper napkin that had come with the food and leaned over.

It was too sudden. One moment she was sitting on her side of the sheet, and the next she was so close to me that we were breathing the same air. The proximity didn't seem to bother her, though. She didn't even give my face a second look as she tried to clean the wine off my T-shirt to the best of her ability.

I wasn't wearing particularly special clothes though, for which I was thankful. It was just a plain old white and blue cotton tee that I had had for the past three or four years, which hung around my frame comfortably.

She pressed the tissue against the fabric of my shirt, attempting to reduce the stain, but I knew it wasn't going to go completely.

Suddenly I was hyper aware. The way her hair smelled, the way her fingers were brushing over my shirt, so close to my skin. And when she let go, frustrated because the stain wasn't going, I felt a kind of emptiness, a weird prickly feeling where her hands had been on my chest.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, irritated. "It's not going. Sorry, I-"

"That's okay," I cut her off. "It's fine, honestly."

"You sure?" She didn't look convinced.

"Yeah. I'm serious, it's fine."

"Okay."

Taking the bottle and glass from my hand, she poured the rest of the wine into my glass and handed it to me. I placed the glass to my lips and took a small sip, hoping it would ease the butterflies in my stomach.

Y/n looked at her phone as the screen lit up with a ding. Unlocking it, she opened up a chat. I looked away, trying not to seem rude by reading her texts, but there really wasn't much to see as it was so dark.

The light from the house extended only a little past where we were sitting, and so the only things in clear view were those on the sheet with us. I busied myself by twisting my fingers into the grass next to me like she had been when I had come outside earlier  

"Taehyung." she said softly.

"Yeah?"

"My brother's on his way, so I'll help you clean up now. He should be here in twenty minutes or so."

"Okay, um. Here. Pass me the stuff from there. Yeah, even the plates." She handed over the packaging of the food we had ordered and stood up, folding the sheet. I walked into the house, laying the stuff to be washed down on the counter and dumping the rest into the trash can.

She came in, closed the door behind her, and began to help me wash both of our plates.

She reached out past me for the dish soap, and finished washing her plate, and, after drying her hands on the kitchen towel, picked up her phone.

I had just turned away to place my plate in the drying rack when I heard her gasp loudly, as if terrified. I whirled around, just to see her hand clapped against her mouth, and her eyes wide open as she stared at her phone.

"Y/n!" I ran over to her, worried. "What happened? Are you okay?"

She looked away from her phone and her eyes met mine, amused. "Whoops, sorry. It's nothing that big."

"What happened?"

"Uhm..." she looked away, embarrassed. "Really, it's nothing. I...Woozi had a live and I...missed it." Her face was red as she looked away.

"Oh." I didn't quite know what to say. Unable to think of any other way to diffuse the awkwardness, I asked her, "where is your brother? If it's too far for him to walk all the way here I can walk with you until we meet him."

"Oh! That's really thoughtful of you, but I'm sure he'll be okay. I think." She said with a frown. 

"You know what, let me ask him."

As she went into another room to talk to her brother on the phone, I wandered around the kitchen, my thoughts wandering. I thought out a bunch of stuff I could do the next day, but something seemed to be nagging me at the back of my mind and I struggled to focus.

I was knocked out of my reverie as she walked back in, beaming. "He said he'd be really grateful if you'd walk with me halfway, thanks."

"Okay, then, let's go." I picked up her bag and passed it to her as she retied her hair and picked up her phone, our footsteps echoing in the empty house.

Y/n seemed to be in her own world as we walked out of my house and down the street, playing with the tassels on the zipper of her bag. 

Her eyes were constantly wandering and soaking in everything around her, even when there was nothing much, in a neighbourhood full of big houses which couldn't really be seen well from the street, where we were walking.

Suddenly she asked me, "have you ever been to a concert?"

"What?" I was caught off guard.

"A concert. Have you ever been to one?"

"Uhhh...no. I haven't. Have you?"

"Nope. I've always dreamed of going to a Seventeen concert, but I never have. Mainly because I don't want to go alone, but I don't want to buy multiple tickets, you know? My dad would love to come with me, I turned him into a carat a few years ago, but he's all the way overseas, and flight tickets, are expensive as well, and... I'm rambling aren't I?" She asked, stopping suddenly and looking down, flustered.

"Wha- no! That's totally okay! I like listening to you talk, actually," I bit the inside of my cheek, internally scolding myself for saying that. She probably thinks you're really weird now, I thought to myself.

"Oh, you don't need to be nice, Taehyung. Yoongi just tells me to shut up whenever I start rambling."

There it was again, the mention of Yoongi's name that just came from her so naturally. They were so close, and though they said they were like siblings, I knew in my heart, that if they opened that door, they could be more.

But even if I tried, that door wouldn't open, would it? 

The realisation of  the differences between me and Yoongi hurt me. It caused a pang in my chest that I'd never felt before, one that I knew was jealousy.

I had only ever felt it before when I imagined how the boys were having fun without me, never in the context of a girl, and l hated it.

I hated the corrosive feeling of resentment that sat inside me and threatened to spill out, that threatened to ruin the only friendships, the only relationships I'd ever had, in the only places where I knew I received love so unconditionally.

And it caused it to become clear in my mind. I liked her. I did. And I was jealous of her friendship with Yoongi because I knew that if I had that kind of relationship with her, and opened a door to take it further, she would be far more likely to do so than she was given our current state. 

The clarity gave me solace, though. Because now that I knew I liked her, I just had to figure out how to get her to like me back. Wow. I really did sound like a ten year old, but, sue me, she was my first crush. 

A/N: HI! Ohmygosh so much has happened in the past few weeks since my last update and I have to say that I've truly never been more thankful in my life. 

My dance debut went so well, there were so many variables that were out of our control but everything fell into place perfectly, and I can't express how grateful I am. 

I know I'm late, but Happy new year to all my loves out there, I hope this year brings better things than the last, and that you and your loved ones are all safe, healthy and happy. 

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