"Hey Jeonguk, have you seen my underwear?"

The sound of Yoongi's voice shouting down the hallway from upstairs causes Jeonguk to pause his game, irritation clear in his face as he shouts back.

"No? What the fuck am I, your underwear's keeper?"

Guk is seated on the floor in front of me, shoulders and arms brushing against my legs every time he moves. Beside me, Seokjin sits reading the daily paper. He frowns, presumably at Jeonguk's language, and smacks the back of his head in warning.

"Language, " he growls.

Jeonguk goes silent.

"Why is it that I can't find a single clean shirt? Who was on laundry duty this week?" Yoongi shouts again.

"I'm pretty sure Jeonguk was supposed to do it!" Jimin yells suddenly, streaking through the living room like a man on a mission.

All I see is a flash of denim, and the back of a white T-shirt as he passes.

Yoongi growls in frustration and the sound of it carries down stairs so loudly that Jeonguk actually flings his controller away, and stands, grabbing my hand in the process. 

I look to Jin helplessly, voicelessly asking for assistance as Jeonguk drags me off.

But the man simply smiles encouragingly.

Guk drags me through the main hallway, and then down the flight of stairs one would normally associate with the basement. In amazement, I descend, hand still firmly clutched within Jeonguk's suddenly clammy one.

"I'm sorry, " he apologizes. "When I invited you over I didn't mean for you to see, or, uh, hear any of that."

I smile reassuringly, and pat his hand with my free one. 

"It's okay Guk, really." I insist. "I really like your family. Especially Jin, he's really sweet."

Jeonguk frowns, thin lips pressed firmly together as he turns around. The set of his jaw looks upset as he drags me down the last couple of steps.

Strewn about is the odd string of multi-colored paper lanterns, and a few neon signs blink merrily on the walls. There's air hockey, and a pool table, but best of all, is that the couches down here look so comfy.

Gigantic and brown, the material is soft to the touch. I look forward, and find that I am not surprised to discover that Jeonguk has another gaming rig down here.

"This is where I spend most of my time if I'm not at school, " he says softly. 

I feel him release my hand, and the sudden absence of it's warmth leaves the moment somehow feeling so cold. 

I turn to face him, one hand still clutching the back of the nearby couch. 

"Are you okay Guk?" I sincerely query. "If you'd rather I head home or something, I can."

His frown deepens, and I prepare myself for the worst. I've clearly said something, or done something that has set him on edge. 

But Jeonguk has a tendency to surprise, and instead of imploding, or losing his temper, he steps forward. Timidly, at first, but then as he grows closer, he seems to fill a sense of urgency.

But when he comes to a stop before me, close enough to touch if I would just reach out, I hold my breath, more anxious than I have ever been in my life. The air down here is electric, and I feel the possibility of it dancing along my skin and teasing the tiny, delicate hairs on my arms, my shoulders.

Jeonguk might kiss me.

His eyes look so unguarded, and I shudder, entranced by the look in his eyes. And when he lifts his hand, and brushes my cheek with the tips of his fingers, I sigh dreamily.

"Does anyone know where the hell my headphones are?"

Jeonguk's eyes shift, from magnetic and luring, to angry and promising pain. The sound of Yoongi's hollering can be heard, apparently, even from here. One of us must have forgotten to shut the door.

"Yoongi's on a rampage!"

I hear the sounds of footsteps, and the door closing. As he descends the steps, Seokin comes into view. He keeps glancing at the door worriedly, as if he expects Yoongi to come barrelling into the basement at any moment, eyes red and foaming at the mouth.

He places his hand to his heart, and makes an indignant sort of sound.

"Mind if I hide with you?" He asks, grinning widely. 

Jeonguk scurries away, cheeks red and eyes alarmed. Jin regards him curiously as he rushes around the couch, and promptly sits. I blush as Jin shoots me a questioning look. Jeonguk yanks a controller off the nearby side table, and it isn't long until the sounds of yet another video game fills the quiet.

Seokin strolls over to the portion of the basement currently shrouded in darkness.

Upon flipping a light switch, an assortment of delicate, hanging lights come on. In this corner of the room, there is a small lounge set up, complete with a small, but seemingly well-stocked home bar.

I grab a seat at the bar and Jin, standing just behind the bar, shuffles about in search of something in particular. He finds it, and his hand closes around a rather expensive looking bottle of cognac.

"Drink?" He asks, bottle outstretched as if he were offering it to me.

"Sure, " I reply.

I place my hands upon the counter, waiting patiently as Jin scurries about. In the background, the sounds of Jeonguk's violent video game continues in the background. I smile.

"You really like Jeonguk, don't you?" Seokjin asks, voice quiet enough to be barely heard over the sounds of gunfire and laughter permeating the basement.

He slides into the stool next to mine, a tumbler with a few blocks of ice and a splash of amber liquid in each hand. He offers one to me quietly, waiting for my answer.

Unconsciously, I chew on my bottom lip in thought.

"I do, " I admit quietly, taking the proffered glass and sipping lightly. "But I don't think a girlfriend is what he needs right now. I'm happy enough that he considers me a friend."

"That's…" Seokjin shakes his head.

For a moment it seems as if he wants to say something else, but a look of guilt flashes across his face and he bites his tongue.

"You should really stay for dinner, I mean, unless you have other plans for the day."

I shake my head.

"Tonight I'm all yours, " I joke.