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Chapter nineteen:
"Friendly Reunions"

Luna POV

"Yesssss," I moaned, wiggling between the covers, "don't stop."

My body felt like it was on fire, burning with the intensity of a volcano. I arched my back, swallowing dry air, begging for some oxygen. "Too much," I moaned, playing with his disheveled hair. "It's, ungh, it's... it's too much."

His mouth continued its delicious torture against my heat, sending spasms along my spine. "Taehyung!" I gasped, clawing my nails down the silky fabric around me, "oh my God!"

I was there! I was right there! I could feel it with every single fiber of my being, that sudden urgency to release and then shut down, overloaded with intensity.

His tongue continued to torture my ache, giving almost enough to send me over, but never that full percent. He wanted to leave me hanging. Wanted to prolong my senses, like it was some kind of fun dance for him. Damn him.

I pushed myself down against him, demanding more force from his lips, "Yes, yes, yes, don't stop! Right there, right THERE!"

"Right there!" I shouted, flying up into a sitting position.

I blinked a few times, squinting around the darkened bedroom. The only light came visible from a crack beneath the bathroom door. The only sound came from the ceiling fan above me, whipping around on high.

After my eyes readjusted, I stole a glance at the alarm clock on my left. It was 3:18am.

And I didn't get to finish my dream... Well, finish period.

I sighed, turning to my left.

Taehyung was sound asleep, curled on his side with his right arm halfway hanging off of my lap. His hair was beautiful, almost shiny in the moonlight coming from the large window in the distance. He wasn't wearing a shirt and the sheets were hung low, giving me a perfect view of his tan body, rippled abs, firm pecks, treasure trail... that delicious 'v' leading to territories beneath the black silk sheets. His lashes fluttered gently against his skin, and his lips were parted only slightly... he was gorgeous even when he was asleep.

I bit my lip, lifting my right hand to caress his arm. He didn't flinch at all.

But I was frustrated at this moment, and needed him to wake up. "Taehyung," I whispered, climbing to my knees beside him and running my hands along his five o'clock shadow. "Taehyung, are you awake?"

No response.

Tilting my head back in defeat, I pushed him over to where he was now on his back. His left knee was bent, while his right leg was fully extended. He looked so peaceful, I almost felt ashamed for wanting to wake him up just so he could fulfill my needs in the middle of the night.

I mean, wasn't it bad enough that I had it earlier today? Shouldn't I be grateful for finally being able to have this type of connection freely with him? No. No I wasn't. Because I am a stubborn, sexually frustrated female. And showerheads and fantasies and vibrating freakin' anythings wouldn't cure this right now. Only him.

I pulled off his grey wifebeater from my tortured breasts and slid out of my shorts, thankful to myself that I didn't wear any panties or bras to bed, ever. I knew it'd be worth it one day.

Holding my breath and praying for the best, I straddled the sexy haired god, running my hands along his pecks. I took my time for a second, really feeling each scalped inch of his skin. He smelled so delicious, like soap and freshness... I wanted him so bad, it was ridiculous.

Taehyung, however, seemed to be dead to the world.

Chewing on my thumbnail for a second, I decided I needed to be bolder. So I slid my left hand beneath me, rubbing him over his boxers. He was reacting slowly but surely, but still seemed to be unaware of anything other than what he was seeing in his dreams. "Taehyung," I whispered more vigorously.

No response. None. At all. Dammit!

I scooted down his legs, pulling the sheet back. I could barely see him because of the dark room, plus dark bedding doesn't really help, but I knew his body was becoming the rock that I so desperately desired. I tugged down his boxers from his hips, to where it got to the bend in his left knee. Keeping my eyes on his face and preparing myself to get kicked when he wakes up, I slowly moved his leg to straighten it out, and then pulled them the rest of the way off. I needed him to wake up immediately, but wasn't sure exactly how to do it without causing hysteria and him to panic, thinking he was being attacked or robbed.

So I decided to hold off on my ache for a second, taking him in my hands. I stared at the barely visible - because of the dark- but hard length between my hands, licking my lips in anticipation. I remember doing this type of thing with him back in High School; he was the first boy to teach me how. And I loved it. After we broke up, I never really wanted to do it with anyone else. Never had that urge... Then when we got here and went out on that 'date' and I got drunk and offered to give him road head, I pretty much realized that I only loved to do it to him. He was delicious and I loved every single centimeter of him. But only him.

Taking my time, I slowly began to swirl my tongue around the head, licking over the tip delicately. I hummed along his skin, flicking my tongue a few more times, before taking him in a few inches. I watched as Taehyung moved a little, his head flopping to his left. That man was still asleep!

I popped him out of my agape mouth, in shock. Shouldn't he just wake up and realize that I am all hot and bothered and craving him more than a pregnant woman craves pickles?!

Climbing back to my knees in a straddle position, I put my hands on my hips. "Taehyung," I whispered more huskily. "Taehyung, please wake up, I need you."

Nothing. Still nada.

I tried kissing along his lips, his jaw, his cheeks, his neck, his ears... Tried humming to him. Licking him. Kissing him. Caressing him.

Not one fucking twitch. But he was still hard. And there really wasn't a point of letting it go to waste... right?

I was good to go, there was no foreplay needed on my end. So... I did the unthinkable. Holding myself up, I grabbed his form, placing it at my entrance. Then I slowly sat down above him. Within an instant, my breath was stolen. Taehyung filled me completely, leaving no space for breathing time, and my body was pulsing around him, thankful it finally got something to soothe its longing.

I watched Taehyung's face for a moment, trying to keep my moans at a quiet mute. But when I could no longer take the suspense, I began to rock on him, slowly. His lashes fluttered open for a moment as he turned his head back to the ceiling, but he didn't wake up.

But I knew he must be feeling this, feeling me... So I leaned forward, wrapping my fingers around his shoulders. That angle did more wonders, as my back was now on an arch, and a few unlady-like curse words flew out of mouth without my consent. But he felt so good, so un-fucking-believable, I really couldn't help myself! My hands dropped to his chest as I picked up my pace, "Ohhhh... unnn..."

I closed my eyes, as my body grew hotter and wetter - responding to him in a way that forced more foul language to come from my lips. I threw my head back, thankful that the fan above me was able to create sweet stints of cold air along my chest and neck. I could feel my hair sticking to me, and it amazed me how hot my body turned whenever he was around me.

Moaning again, I rolled my head back around and opened my eyes, to find Taehyung, arms tucked behind his head, grinning that fucking sexy ass smirk, and eyes wide fucking awake.

I stopped moving. My mouth was dropped and I felt... guilty.

"Hey there," he whispered, voice cracked and shy, as his smile grew larger.

I felt a heat wave crash over me, my face turn into a red tomato, and I knew I should move off of him. "I-I'm sorry," I stammered, shaking my head, "I know it's wrong but I had this dream and I just needed you and you wouldn't wake up and I was aching and longing and I just... uh..."

I attempted to move, but his palms clapped my thighs, holding me down above him.

"Stay right fucking there," he demanded, as his grin grew more devilish.

Stunned, I watched him sit up, to where we were now bare chest to bare chest, and felt his hands wind around to cup my ass. Tightly.

Then I began to move again. And he felt perfect inside of me.

"This..." he whispered along my collar bone, before looking me dead in the eyes, "is fucking hot."

Then he smirked, licking those sexy ass lips, "Why, Luna, I didn't know you had it in you."

"Umm," I mumbled, closing my eyes and pressing my forehead against his, "it's definitely in me right now... Ungh," I moaned as he began to caress my skin, unable to stop it. He just felt too good.

His hands, fisting my behind one more time, ran along my spine and wrapped around the back of my shoulders, "...best wake-up call... ever..."

I bit my lip, continuing my rise and fall. My lashes fluttered closed as he slid in and out of me, and then he pushed me down on him, harder. And filled me all the way again.

Gasping, I clawed at his shoulders. "Oh dear God," I cried, licking along his neck, "do it again."

He smirked, hands finding ass again. I held onto his shoulders, feeling him lift me in the air along his length, and then push me back down on him. A louder moan escaped my lips, and I buried my face into the heated crook of his neck. "More."

"You want more?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Mmm-hmm," I said, before biting along his neck. "Please."

"Okay," he said. But he moved me off of him. Completely.

And he could see it by the look on my face that I was not happy about him doing that, even in the dark.

I was about to curse at him and demand him to put me back on my happy place, but he grinned, running his fingers down my face slowly, "I'm going to reposition us."

"Oh," I replied, feeling foolish again. Do you see what this man does to me?! It's unfair.

A few seconds and instructions later, I was now facing the headboard, hands grabbing it, while he was behind me. Doggy-style. His right hand began to roam along my spine, up along my neck, while his left hand repositioned himself against me. He felt so good, pressed up against my back. We'd never been in this position before - hell, I'd never been in this position ever - but I really liked it.

He pushed inside me gently, and my head fell forward, and onto the top of the headboard with a clunk. More noises came from my mouth.

His hot lips kissed my neck, while his right hand wrapped around me, and rubbed my forehead, "Are you all right?"

"Yes," I panted, ignoring the pounding in my head. The pulsing ache in my nether regions was much stronger. "Don't stop."

He slowly withdrew and pushed into me, harder. My body lunged forward but he caught me, wrapping his right arm around my waist in a protective manner, "Are you hurting?"

"No, harder. You're not hurting me."

"Are you sure?" he said, keeping his slow pace while his hand massaged my side.

"Taehyung Kim," I breathed, exasperated, "if I say I'm sure, I'm sure. I want you - all of you - now. Faster, harder, over and over. Please?"

"Christ, Luna," he said, as he picked up his pace. "You know I can't... shit... fucking... deny you of anything." He threw his head against my bare back, as his left hand hit the wall in front of us, and his right hand held me up against him.

I clawed at the headboard, dropping my head, feeling him slide in and out, deeper into my heated depths. He was hitting a spot I didn't believe existed, and I couldn't help but let out a loud "FUCK!" regardless of if I knew I was waking up someone in this house.

Wanting all of him that I could get, I twisted my body a bit, so I could throw my right hand behind his neck. Drawing his face to me, I licked along his lips, begging for access. He complied quickly. He felt so amazing, moving in and out of me so swiftly, as he was built only for me. His tongue was warm and sweet, trailing along mine in gentle swirls and sweeps. We were both panting and moaning, rocking against one another, creating a heated friction that could light a damn fire if we were out of matches, and our kissing was wet and delicious.

"Mmm," I moaned, pulling my mouth from his to drop my head back down. I struggled to catch my breath, and could hear him battling as well. I leaned the top of my head against the headboard, dropping my hands to the mattress. When that didn't hold me up, because I was shaking through pre-tremors, I dropped to my elbows, burying my face into the pillow for a second to muffle my, "FUCK TAEHYUNG!" I kept shouting on repeat.

However, this angle, with me on my knees and elbows and him on his knees behind and above me, made it that much more... intense, for the both of us.

"Ungh, Luna," he gasped, increasing and decreasing his pace, fighting against his will and his senses. I knew Taehyung always tries to be gentle with me, careful and protective, but now was not the fucking time.

I wanted him to overtake me.

"Turn me around," I said, forcing my arms to work so I could pull myself up.

"Huh?" he panted behind me, "what?"

"Turn me around," I repeated. I giggled as he cursed, withdrew himself, and twisted me around.

He pulled me down on the mattress, grinning at me as he held himself above my body, "Now what, Angel?"

"I want to see your face when you do me."

He smirked, shaking his head, "Where did you come from?"

"From Heaven," I teased. Then I tried to be serious, though it didn't work very well. "Now do as I asked, Mister."

"Let me just look at you for a second," he said, trailing his eyes from my legs to my hair, "God, you're mesmerizing. So sexy. My God, look at you."

"Get down here," I whined, clawing at him. "I'm not finished using you for your body yet."

He snickered, bringing himself lower on top of me. Then, he met my eyes, gave another devilish grin, and started to slide down my body.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked, clawing at his shoulders.

"You said to get down here," he joked, kissing along my inner thigh.

But it'd be too much. Tooooo much. "Taehyung," I said, tugging on his hair. I tried to protest. I really did. But then I watched him lick me in one long swoop, and I was pretty much... a goner. "Okay," I exhaled, smiling up to the ceiling, "if you must."

"I must," he replied in that velvety-voice, before kissing me again. Between his hot breath, his soft tongue, and those wide sexy strokes he spread along me, before entering me and pulling my bud between his lips... I was really gone. So far in the air, never coming back again. Bye, bye, Luna.

Even a deaf man would be able to hear my cries, between shudders and gasps, as I clawed, arched, squirmed, pushed, pulled, panted, begged, cursed, and writhed against him. And the expletives that were coming from my sweet and innocent lips were pretty much something like: "Fuck, oh shit, oh damn, oh Christ, ungh, don't stop, ahhhh, shit! FUCK!"

And, like my dream, I was there again. Right there.

"Don't stop!" I panted, arching my back and tugging on his hair. I loved that hair, I really did.

But like my dream, he also...stopped. Damn him all to Hell!

"Taehyung," I moaned, dropping into the mattress, chest rising heavily, "you're killing me. Please just... do me."

He grabbed my waist and rolled us over, me back on top of him, him on his back. "Knock yourself out. Use me. Do as you will, I'll let you. I want to watch you and enjoy."

And I did, no questions asked. I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed it. So, I began bouncing and swiveling and rocking, holding onto him, clawing at him... biting his neck, sucking on his skin and his delicious lips. It was as if my dream turned me into some sort of animalistic horny... uncontrollable must-have-it-this-way... thing.

"Mmm," he gasped, his hands on my ass again. I knew he couldn't let me do all the work. He began to help me, pushing and pulling me up and down on him, hitting more delicious spots.

I threw my head back, rocking and moaning his name on repeat. His hands found my breasts, caressing and kneading them, before pushing up and wrapping around my neck. He pulled me down to him, fisting my hair, and our mouths touched and we began to share a bubble of oxygen again... from his mouth, to mine, to his mouth, to mine. I licked my lips, before sliding my tongue into the warm delicious opening of his amazing mouth. His hands found my waist and moved me again, while I worked to find every corner of him. He was so incredible, and I could literally feel him all around me.

When he began to suck on my tongue, I moaned in his mouth, tugging on his hair. And the angle his hands had me in made me so close, all over again. I was that live wire, ready to shock the hell out of something. Our lips were open and touching again, sharing that same oxygen once more.

"Taehyung..."

"Luna."

"Ungh, Taeeehyung."

"Fuck, Luna."

He was pulling me with the same fast intensity as I was pushing down, and we began to pant and moan, craving more of each other's mouths and me tugging on his hair. Then, as quickly as one could move, I noticed I was now on my back, at the end of the bed, with him above me. But I was so close and could feel from him inside of me that he was too. Both of us were begging for it.

So I did what any sweet, innocent in public, but not so innocent in the bedroom when it comes to Taehyung would do... I put my legs on his shoulders.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he gasped, throwing his face into my neck.

I could feel him biting down on me, loving the new angle I gave him. Because he hit every single spot imaginable. I bit on his shoulder, dragging my nails along his back, causing him to shudder. He wasn't speaking words at that moment, just cursing and panting, and it just drove me further. I loved being able to feel this free with him. I knew it was because I trusted him, because I was in love with him. On top of all that, he was sexy as hell and a sex GOD.

His hands found my hips, and somehow, he managed to lift me up an inch or two from the bed, and that put us in the BEST. ANGLE. EVER. About twenty seconds later, I was done. "TAEHYUNG!" Moaning and gasping, shuddering and clawing and clamping around him. Every single spot of me just went off like a bottle rocket, bursting from the inside out. After one ecstasy minute, he was right there with me, reaping in the last of my high orgasm. My body was still clenching, milking him for all he was worth. I could feel him inside of me, filling me to the brim. His face was in my neck again, his body dropped on top of me, and him moaning my name... Jesus Christ. I loved my name whenever it came from those lips.

I began to lift and work my hips, mustering up the courage and strength to make sure his world was rocked well. After all, he did wake up for me.

"Ungh," he said loudly, shuddering a few more times before falling completely on me. I listened to his breathing and felt his heart pounding through his chest and onto mine while he lay limply above me. I ran my fingers through his damp hair and along his shoulders, whispering, "Thank you for waking up for me," to him sweetly in his ear.

After a few more minutes, he rolled to his side, bringing me with him to my side. "Don't thank me," he replied. "You don't have to thank me. It was worth it, oh my God. Best wake up call ever, I swear it. You are more than welcome to take advantage of me like that any time you wish."

I giggled, kissing his bottom lip, "When did you wake up?"

"I don't know... I was having a sex dream about you and then I woke up and it was actually happening... Wow."

I snickered again, grazing my fingers through his hair, "I love you so much."

He hummed in response, closing his eyes.

Just then, a loud bang from the bathroom door snapped us out of our loving lusty haze, and he quickly threw the black sheets over us.

Then the door cracked open a little but not enough for anyone to see us.

"Are you guys done yet?" Jennie said, her voice scratchy and tired. "Because some of us would like to get some sleep."

"S-Sorry Jennie," Taehyung said, before busting out laughing as the door closed hastily.

He buried his face into my shoulder, hugging me while we laughed. "I forgot Jennie and Yoongi moved into that bedroom," he chuckled. "Did you?"

"Yes," I giggled. "But oh well. It was their hazing."

He kissed me once more, and then we dropped our heads, wrapped up in each other. We didn't even bother moving back around to face the right side of the bed.

"Best... hazing... ever," he said, as he drifted off to a quick and exhausted sleep.

I was right behind him, fully satisfied.

-

Jennie POV

After checking on my boyfriend for the fifteenth time, I had to accept the fact that his fever wasn't going to demolish immediately.

Yoongi told me to go ahead, that he'd be fine. He felt bad for having to reschedule our date today, but said he promised he'd make it up to me the moment he felt better. Of course, I didn't care about that. I just didn't want to see him sick. I felt bad knowing that I couldn't make him feel better. It made me sad.

Around noon though, I caved in, dressing in skinny jeans and a cute, oversized yellow shirt. Then I went downstairs to rejoin the living. The cabin was much quieter, now that everyone but the original group - without Yeri, thank God - was gone.

The first person I saw was Jungkook, outside on the patio smoking a cigarette, looking like he hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Neither did I, Kook. Thanks to Luna and Taehyung. He wore light blue jeans and a jersey. His eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed pretty dazed. The next person was Yoona. She was curled up on the recliner in the den in her pajamas, and she too looked like she hadn't slept or eaten. Hmm...

Then it was Jimin, talking on his cell phone, pacing around the hallway. He was wearing his usual black jeans, black t-shirt, black shoes. He was yelling at someone, most likely in the stock market, and he seemed pretty intense on his argument.

Finally, I found the two lovebirds. Taehyung was sitting on the couch, with Luna sideways on his lap. He wore dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Luna was equally adorable, with the same color of dark blue jeans, and a white loose t-shirt, which hugged around her waist, and had little designs flowing around the neck. Her hair was down and wavy.

She had her head resting on his shoulder, while she read the newspaper with him. She kept closing her eyes, appearing to snuggle in his warmth and absorb his scent. They were too freakin' adorable for their own good, but the fact that they kept me up last night, along with my ill-in-bed boyfriend... Grr...

Besides the two of them, the rest of the room was kind of depressing. I hated it.

We only had a few days left here at the cabin, and we all needed to just get out. Not to mention the fact that the televisions were all on, though no one was really watching them, and I'm sure it was too loud and Yoongi could hear it. Meaning he wasn't getting his rest. Meaning I needed to do something about it.

After Jungkook came in from the freezing cold and Jimin hung up his cell phone, I decided to take charge.

"Okay!" I shouted, slapping my hands together, ignoring the fact that everyone looked up at me like I was on crack. "I've got an idea you guys."

"We're not interested," Jungkook said glumly, stalking past me.

"Well get over it, because you're all going to participate," I declared. "Okay. Now. I've noticed that, one: There's been too much sulking today. Two: Some people are too lovey-dovey, and that'd equally depressing - unless it's me and Yoongi doing it. And three: we only have a few days left. So, since Yoongi is sick and weakly, we're all going to get out of this cabin. But we're doing something different. I think we should spend some time with someone that we normally wouldn't, and really just... get to know more about them. So Jimin, you and I are going to spend the day together. And Yoona, you are with Taehyung. And Jungkook, you've got Luna. Let's go!"

Of course, they all began to deny and argue with me, which didn't bother me. I stood my mark, crossing my arms. They should know by now that there wasn't a sense in arguing with me, because I wasn't going to give up until I got my way.

An hour later, Yoona came storming down the stairs, wearing a long white tank top with a short jean jacket over it, light jeans, and heels. She glared at me from across the room, and then trailed her eyes over to Taehyung.

"Don't look at me like that," he said, keeping his arms around Luna, and his chin on her shoulder while she stood in front of him, "I didn't choose this."

"This is stupid," she hissed at him, and then at me. "Why can't Taehyung and Luna just go somewhere, I stay here, and the three of you can do whatever?"

"Because," I said simply. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Luna was sulky, pressing her back completely up against Taehyung's chest. She looked to the ground, appearing as if someone ran over her dog or told her the tooth fairy wasn't real.

"For cheese and rice Luna," I giggled, "it's not like you won't ever see the man again."

"It's not funny," she replied, at the same time Taehyung said, "watch it, Jennie."

"What?" I smirked. "It's the truth. You guys act like I'm pulling her away and strapping a chastity belt to her va-jay-jay."

"Jennie," Taehyung warned again, giving me his evil eye.

I shrugged it off, shaking my head at him with my big grin. I wasn't sure exactly when Taehyung and Luna morphed into the can't be separated or we're gonna die couple, but they were really putting up a fight with me.

Jimin didn't seem to mind too much that he was getting stuck with me, which both surprised and excited me. I looked forward to discovering a good side of him. Jungkook just seemed to distance himself, staring off out the window. And the fact that he and Yoona avoided each other like the plague only confirmed to me what Lisa told me this morning before her and Rose took off; that Yoona and Jungkook called it quits.

"Come on you guys," I shouted, trying to stay enthusiastic, "the sooner we get moving, the sooner we can come back. Besides, Yoongi is sick, and we need to leave him alone so he can rest in peace and quiet."

"Yoongi's sick?" Luna asked, looking concerned.

I frowned and nodded, "Since about six this morning, unfortunately."

"I'm sorry Jennie," she said.

"'S'okay. He'll make it. It just sucks that I can't fix him."

"Yeah..." she whispered, but then her frown turned into a blushing smile as Taehyung turned his head and kissed her cheek slowly. She giggled, squeezing his arms that were wrapped around her tightly. They looked like they were on a honeymoon or something. ...Weird. Must be all the sex they had last night.

*&*#!#$^%$^

After about fifteen more minutes or so, we were out the door - Yoona and Taehyung in his Porsche Carerra, me and Jimin in Yoongi's car, and Jungkook and Luna in his jeep.

Jimin turned and grinned at me, scratching that sexy black hair of his, "So, why did you pick me?"

I smiled at him, turning down the radio, "Because I wanted to see what it was my cousin Lisa liked in you so much, and Luna and Yoona..."

"Oh, well, that's easy," he beamed his smile, "... I'm charming."

I snickered, pulling on the interstate, "Is that it?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is."

"What about egotistical?"

He grinned at me, "No more, and no less than anyone else, I suppose."

Once we got into town, I asked him where he wanted to go. He suggested lunch. So we pulled into my favorite little cafe, Best Italian.

It was pretty cold outside, and my little jacket and gloves weren't doing much. Jimin seemed to notice, because he quickly shrugged out of his leather jacket and threw it over my shoulders, "Here you go."

"Thanks," I said, giving him a big grin as he opened the door for me, "that's sweet of you. I hope you don't freeze though."

"No worries Jennie, I'm very warm-blooded. I don't get cold easily."

"Well, I appreciate the gesture."

"No problem," he replied coolly.

After we ordered our food, Jimin complimented me on my outfit choice, "Yellow is a good color for you."

"Thank you," I replied, blushing. "Taehyung always calls me 'his sunshine', and people started picking up on it so now it's my official nickname."

He smirked, taking a sip of his water, "I like it."

"So... Jimin," I said after a few moments of comfortable silence, "tell me something you'd only tell a stranger."

"Wow," he chuckled, "okay... I am obsessed with health foods, but my secret snack is Cheetos."

"Cheetos?"

"Yes. I love them."

I giggled, "I like Cheetos too."

"All right, your turn."

"Uh..." I licked my lips, "I have a huge crush on Gong Yoo. Ever since seeing him in a kdrama a long time ago, I was hooked. He's my OHM fantasy."

"OHM?"

"Older hot man."

"Ahh," he chuckled.

I stared at him for a few moments, watching his grin turn into a warm and inviting smile. I remembered how Luna always talked about his smile, how it comforted her. He really did have some beautiful teeth... In fact, Jimin was pretty handsome, I figured. Wow. Short, black hair but could go curly if he grew it out... Full set of lips... Dark eyebrows, long lashes...Strong jaw line... Muscles, broad shoulders, tight abs... And a sexy voice...

Not to mention the way he had his chin tucked down a bit, looking at me through his lashes.

He sat his drink down, giving me a tender smirk, "What are you staring at?"

"Your eyes," I answered, resting my chin in my hand. "I like them."

He looked away, not breaking that smile of his, "Well, thanks. I think I got them from my mother."

"They're beautiful."

He glanced up at me, furrowing his brows, "Are you... are you hitting on me, Jennie?"

"No," I blushed, not sure why exactly. "I just... I'm starting to see why you have an effect on women. You are quite charming, I must say."

"Well," he exhaled, pinching a bit off of his garlic biscuit and sticking the piece in his mouth. He chewed quickly before continuing, "I used to be sweeter, and I still am when I care about someone... but then certain days, I just wake up and I'm angry or pissed about something, and then the arrogance comes out, and I can be a dick for no reason at all other than to just do it."

"You and Taehyung have that in common," I agreed.

"Thanks," he replied sarcastically.

"So... you and Lisa going to try again?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know."

"Do you miss her?"

"I'm not sure," he replied earnestly. "It's hard to explain. I don't want to say anything, she's your family."

"No, no, it's fine. Lisa's my cousin, but she's also... Lisa."

Jimin chuckled, "Well, I was very attracted to her, and I enjoyed her company. She was very sweet, and the sex was amazing, which is great because it's a deal breaker. And I adored her, for the most part. But now that she's gone, I sort of realize that maybe it was more about an infatuation than anything more. I realize that I didn't know much about her. Besides..."

His voice trailed off as he looked down to the table, brushing some crumbs away. He took a deep breath, not bothering to finish his statement.

This confused me. I took a long sip of my wine, tilting my head to look at him, "...Besides?"

"There's... uh..." he shook his head, smiling and brooding at the same time, "I think she was more of a distraction for me."

"Distraction?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's a long story."

"Did you... have a girlfriend back home or something?"

"Nah, I work too much to have a girlfriend."

"Stockbroker, right?"

"Gosh," he laughed, "you sure have no problems prying in people's lives."

"What? I'm curious!"

"Yeah, I'm in stocks."

"That's good money, Jimin. But you have to be smart. It's a risky business."

"I love being risky. It drives me. I like a challenge."

"Is that why you're here, though Luna has an-" I cut myself off, pinching my lips together. It was wrong for me to bring it up.

"Luna has a what?" he replied, seeming unphased by my assumption.

I sighed, "A Taehyung ?"

He exhaled, leaning back in his seat, "I'm not into Luna. I haven't been since I was a kid. We're just friends."

"So you're not secretly in love with her behind her back? Not trying to steal her away from Taehyung?"

He laughed out loud, shaking his head, "Not at all. It's no offense; I mean I care for her very much. But my interest hasn't been in Luna for a long time now. I just like to egg Taehyung on sometimes because it's fun. But that's it."

"Well," I sighed, "you do it well."

"I know," he laughed.

After my New Orleans Muffaletta Club Melt and his House Special Salad and Philly Steak sans cheese Sandwich came, we chewed in silence for a few moments.

He poured me another glass of wine, giving me another of his charming smiles. I smiled back to him, "What do you like in a girl, Jimin? I mean, describe to me your dream girl."

Jimin swallowed down a few bites of salad, shrugging as he pushed the lettuce around his bowl, "I'm attracted to blondes, naturally. But no real preference in color of their skin. Beautiful smiles are a must though, like yours, Jennie. I like a woman that puts me in my place sometimes, one who won't put up with too much of my bullshit. But I've got to have someone who can keep up with me and my lifestyle. I'm very much a work-a-holic, very committed to my goals, very fast-paced. I need a woman who's gonna push me further, not drag me down."

"Is that what you saw in Yeri? Blonde hair? Because I cannot stand her."

He scoffed, and then chuckled into his wine glass, "No. I saw Yeri as a piece, no more. She was... a transition."

"Transition?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. I needed someone to get my mind off of someone else, and she was that person."

"Have you... uh..." I looked away from his big eyes, not sure how to ask without seeming like a jerk, "had sex with a lot of women?"

"Yes."

I looked up at him, surprised at his blunt honestly.

He chuckled, "What, was I supposed to hesitate at that question?"

I giggled, shrugging my shoulders, "I'm... not sure."

"I've been with women; I'm not ashamed of it. I'm safe, but I still get tested regularly. I'm confident, and I'm only twenty-three years old. I'm younger than all of you even. But I'm also intelligent and have standards - most times - and I just... like women."

"But don't you want to be serious with someone sometime? I mean, everyone wants someone, right?"

He suddenly looked down, pursing his lips in thought, "...Yeah, but... sometimes we don't get that."

After taking another bite, I curled out my bottom lip, "Aww, did someone hurt you?"

He scoffed again, and then took a deep breath, "It's nothing. I'm getting full, are you?"

"Almost," I smiled.

Then I grabbed my phone out of my purse, and decided to check on Yoongi. I really missed him.

-

Yoona POV

I pressed my head against the window of Taehyung's car, staring up at the rainy clouds in the sky. My chest was hurting, but there wasn't a sense in crying and looking like a clown after my make-up smeared, so I tried not to think about Jungkook or our break up.

"So," Taehyung exhaled, lighting a cigarette at the red light in town, "what would you like to do?"

I shrugged, not removing my eyes from the windshield, "It doesn't matter. Whatever you want."

"Well... I have no plans really. I'd, uh, like to maybe get a gift for Luna, but that's it."

I turned to face him, trying to maintain my sulking to a minimal amount, "Do you just want to go to the mall?"

He looked at me, slightly confused, then gave me a slight smile and nodded, "Sure, that sounds reasonable."

I nodded and turned away.

It was weird, being in a car with him, alone. It was weird that we were here and not ripping each other's ears off.

But after my stunt I did, lying about having sex with him, and all the other crap before... not to mention my broken heart... I just really wasn't in the mood to fight with Taehyung.

Besides, it's not like my fighting with him would break up him and my sister, regardless of how I felt or didn't feel about their relationship. They were pretty concrete, apparently. He told her he loved her before he closed the door for her to Jungkook's jeep, and she's called him once already, just to tell him she loves him back.

The car ride was silent until we got to the mall. After Taehyung parked his fancy car, we kept about a foot between us as we walked inside. It was filled to the brim with shoppers, shocking that it was noon during a week day. This looked like a crowd that only came out during Black Friday.

I couldn't shake my frown as we slowly breezed by clothing stores and windows full of dressed statues. Taehyung stopped by a store, and I slowly followed him, crossing my arms over my aching chest.

He had a contemplative expression, browsing down the lighted windows smoothly.

"What are you looking for?" I asked him, in an almost whisper.

He shrugged and pursed his lips, "Something exquisite."

"Like... a sweetheart ring or something?"

"Or something," he simply replied.

I caught a scent of his 'Man' by Calvin Klein cologne, and it filled my senses completely, making me take a deep breath of it. He smelled as delicious as he looked today - not that I'd ever admit that to him out loud.

"So," I said casually, trying to keep a conversation going so I wouldn't have to think about he-who-wouldn't-be-named, "what's going on with you and my sister lately?"

"Going on?" he asked, turning to face the set behind him.

"Yeah... like, what are you guys now? Are you together?"

He nodded silently, tilting his head at something.

"May I help you sir?" the gentleman in the tux behind the counter asked.

"Yes sir," Taehyung replied. "I'm looking for something... elegant. Simple but refining, perhaps? Turquoise."

"Certainly, sir. Right this way."

I followed them around the row of counters, to a different section. "Taehyung?" I pressed, stepping closer to him.

"I love her, Yoona. That's what I'll say."

"Love her enough to be buying jewelry," I replied.

"Yes," he smirked, before turning his head back to the case.

I waited a few moments, before asking him my next question, "Taehyung... I heard a rumor a long time ago that you bought Luna an engagement ring back in high school. Was that true?"

"Yes," he sighed, studying something in the case.

"What happened with it? Because I know you never asked her."

"My... uh... mother has it in her safe back home, I believe."

"So your mom knew that you were going to ask your girlfriend to marry you when you were in High School?"

He glanced at me momentarily, before turning away again, "...I didn't ask Luna, did I."

"Your mom was against it?"

Taehyung exhaled, "Do you remember my mother?"

"Yes," I frowned. "But you were a mama's boy, so... Anyways, do you, you know, regret not asking her?"

He shook his head, "Not really."

"Really?" I asked, unable to hide my surprised tone, "hmm."

"It's just... we were young, Luna and I. I sort of think that if I had asked her, who knows what would have happened? Maybe we wouldn't have worked out."

"You guys didn't work out," I corrected him.

"That's my point. We didn't work out because we were too green, too young. She made mistakes, as did I. Plus, there was an extreme amount of pressure with college, family, and whatnot. The odds were against us."

I agreed in silence, nodding as I studied the rings in the lighted case.

"Plus..." he smiled to himself warmly, and then turned to me with his dark eyes, "...that's what makes our reunion so special. Realizing what we lost was only half the battle... Gaining it all back, and then some... that's the payoff."

I took a deep breath, studying his genuine expression. And there wasn't a crack in it. Taking a deep breath, I decided to cave in and resound my harshness toward him, "Just don't hurt her again, Taehyung. She's my sister and I'll rip your dick off if you do."

He laughed, "You have nothing to worry about, Yoona."

Shopping with Taehyung was interesting. He really did know what he was talking about. We perused through diamonds and sapphires, rubies and emeralds... gold and silver... but he kept his focus.

"Why are you looking for something turquoise?" I asked.

"Well," he took a deep breath, "Luna wore this bracelet that was turquoise, back when we were in school. I matched it with an opal ring that was my Grandmother's. She lost them in the move from Her dad's to yours, and I remember her being really upset about it... Absolutely heartbroken. So... I wanted to get her another one of each. Real ones."

"That's... really sweet of you to do, Taehyung."

He smiled graciously at me, "Thanks, Yoona."

Thirty minutes later, he found what he was looking for. When the dazzled young cashier went to ring him up, he wasn't paying a lick of attention to the fact that she was pretty and gawking at him, or the price of his purchases.

"Taehyung, did you even see how much those were?" I asked in shock as we walked out of the store, bags in his hand.

"No," he said, wheeling us around a mother and her three kids. "It doesn't matter."

"What do you mean, it doesn't matter? Are you forgetting that the bracelet Luna had in High School wasn't real? Because what you purchased was! That was a friggin down payment of a house or car or something that you spent in there!"

He looked at me, dumbfounded for a moment.

Then he smiled, shrugging his shoulders, "When you search for something for a woman who has an immense value to you, the price of the object in favor doesn't matter."

I sighed, shaking my head, "I wish you'd write a book and teach all the men in this world about romance. The world would be a much happier place."

He laughed out loud, tossing his head back, "You're cute."

"I'm serious! It's irritating how clueless most men are. You truly should write a book."

As we walked into the Victoria's Secret, Taehyung following me this time, he said, "Well... I think it's all about the woman."

I turned to him, almost knocking over a rack of silky bras, "How do you mean?"

"I mean... once a man finds that one person that flips his world entirely upside down, he'll do whatever it takes to keep her happy, that way it'll never flip back around. He'll realize that every thing he's ever done before her, or after he lost it, perhaps, was worthless. He'll realize that nothing mattered without her, because he wasn't himself without her... And when that moment happens, it'll click with him. And he'll do whatever it takes."

I put my hands on my hips, ignoring the cashier woman carrying the tiny baskets if I needed any help, "You are pussy-whipped by my sister, Taehyung."

He smirked, shaking his head, "Oh, be jealous."

"I'm serious," I replied hastily.

"So am I," he laughed. "And, honestly, I can't say I blame you, or anyone else that's jealous."

"Why's that?"

"Because... no one else gets her but me."

"But you don't have her yet," I corrected him. "Remember? When I asked you what you two officially were, back in the store and you didn't answer? You have no labels on each other yet."

He grinned sideways, ignoring the three female customers behind him that were whispering and staring at him like cats in heat, "...I'm working on it."

"She's a free spirit, Taehyung. She'll get sick of it eventually, if you don't move fast enough."

"Why don't you worry about your own relationship, and let me work on mine," he answered cockily.

"I would," I muttered, suddenly interested in the 50-in-1 bra, "if I had a relationship to worry about."

He nodded in silence, thinking to himself for a few moments. Then he said, "...So it's true, that you two broke up?"

"Word does spread fast," I exhaled. "He couldn't handle me and Jimin."

"Jimin sure does know how to get in the way of things," Taehyung sighed, I'm sure to reminisce about Jimin and Luna and his past.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, brushing him away with my hands. Taehyung dropped it, not wanting to pry in my relationship.

"So..." he said, after I purchased some new panties and we were off and walking again, "where next?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "wherever."

-

Jungkook POV

I laughed faintly, the first time since my heart broke, "Luna, how in the fuck are you holding that golf club?"

"Is... Is this wrong?" she asked, biting the corner of her lip and looking up at me through her long lashes.

"Yes, dipshit, that's wrong," I said, walking over to her.

We decided that, since we knew each other better than Taehyung & Yoona or Jimin & Jennie, that we were just gonna hang out, doing something one liked first, than what the other person liked.

My pick was first, so I took her to Dick's Sporting Goods store. They have this insane golf simulator, where you hit real balls into this large screen, and it shows how far you've hit. It's like a video game.

I fucking loved it.

I stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her petite frame and covering her hands with mine, "Grip the handle like you do a hard dick, Luna."

I watched as a pink blush faded over her cheeks, and laughed, continuing my lecture, "Use both hands. Your right goes underneath, or beneath your left. Then hook your pinkie finger on your right hand around your index finger on your left, like this... There you go..."

She shifted uncomfortably between my arms, "This feels awkward. I don't hold a penis like this."

I laughed again, bellowing it out into the store, "I meant, grip it firmly, with two hands. Not with the finger hook thing. Shit, Luna. Okay, anyways... Keep your legs shoulder-length apart, and your arms extended. Keep your left arm as straight as possible. Now, you just swing your hips, keeping your feet planted forward... Then you just..."

My voice trailed off as I brought hers and my arms back, swinging it slowly toward the ball, but not hitting it, "release."

"I'm gonna miss the ball."

"Have confidence, you whiner."

"Shut up, Jungkook!" she laughed.

I took a step back from her, watching her practice pulling her arms back. She was so funny, looking like she was stiff and glued tight, that I couldn't help but laugh, "You act like you're retarded."

"My boobs are getting in the way of my arms!" she replied. "I can't keep them straight; they just run into my cleavage. This is why there aren't many female golf pros."

I was almost on the floor from laughter, and to be honest, it felt good to laugh. I've been feeling like an empty shell since yesterday, so it was nice to have some sort of enjoyment - even if it was momentarily. Before long though, I was back to being sulky, quiet Jungkook. Thank you, Yoona.

"Jungkook?" Luna said, snapping her fingers at me and knocking me out of my daze, "I think I broke the peg stick... thingy."

"It's called a tee, Luna," I replied with a chuckle, walking over toward her, "Here's another one."

She attempted to swing again, this time missing the ball completely, and doing a spin on the green felt.

I laughed, catching her before she fell to the ground, "Easy, ballerina."

She dropped the club on the ground forcefully, giving me her signature pout, "I suck."

"Only when Taehyung asks you to," I teased, "Now pick up your club. I'm turning you into a fucking pro, no questions asked."

She stamped her foot on the ground, crossing her arms over her chest, "No. I can't. I'm uncoordinated."

"Did you just... did you just stamp your foot?"

She pursed her lips, not replying.

I laughed, shaking my head, "Okay, pouty puss. Here's your fucking club. Grip it like a dick, like daddy taught you."

"Jungkook!"

"Just grip it," I growled playfully at her. She sighed, doing as I asked. "Now," I continued, "lean forward a bit, stick your ass out, so your boobs aren't in your way. Try it again."

I took a step back, watching her swing. She did better, actually making contact with the ball... but with her force of the swing, the ball should have done more than just softly roll off the tee, down the hill of the simulator. But it didn't. And I laughed again.

This time, she tossed the club at my feet, and I jumped, missing it, "Oooh, hey, don't get testy or we'll get kicked out of here."

I picked the club back up, giving her a driver instead, "Here, this is wider. Should make it easier to hit the ball."

She sighed angrily, pulling back and swinging it quickly. She hit the ball strong, and it slammed into the middle of the screen. 150 yards.

"Fucking excellence, Luna!" I said, clapping my hands. "See what being pissed off gets you? A good fucking swing!"

She beamed like she won an Oscar, bowing down to me, "Thank you, thank you. I try."

After a few more of her erratic swings, ranging from 0 to 82 to 179 yards, then back down to 0 - almost knocking out the worker who was observing behind me -, she caved in, "I'm over golfing."

I chuckled, taking the driver from her as she apologized to the cashier dude, "Let me show you how it's done."

After I lined everything up, I dipped backwards and followed through, enjoying the clank sound of my club meeting the white ball. 310 yards on my first swing of the day.

"Smooth like butter," I whispered coolly, grinning cockily.

She growled at me, "I hate you Jungkook."

I began to bounce the golf ball on the end of my club like a person did a hacky sack on their foot, "Everyone loves me. It's a known fact."

"Not when you play golf better than me," she hissed, plopping down on the carpet behind me, "...I'm hungry."

"What are you in the mood for?" I asked, turning around. Food was always a good idea, in my book.

"I don't know," she shrugged nonchalantly, "something... good. I feel like I haven't eaten in years. I've had a lot of headaches lately and they weren't helping my appetite much."

"I'm surprised Doctor Taehyung hasn't helped you out in the headache department," I joked.

Then I watched as her face blushed bright red and she looked down, suddenly fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, "He... has," she replied. "Multiple times... But now... I'm hungry."

"Come on, big baby, my fucking gosh," I said, pulling her to her feet. I quickly paid for our lesson and we headed out to my Jeep.

Once we were in, she began tinkering with her phone, pushing buttons that sounded like a musical. "What the fuck are you doing over there? Starting a rock band?"

"Texting Taehyung."

"Dear Taehyung," I teased, starting my car and backing out of the space, "I can't wait to suck your dick. Love, Luna."

"You forgot the well, Jungkook. Suck his dick well."

I turned to face her, grinning from ear to ear, "Why, did you just grow a back bone?"

She grinned at me and shrugged, turning on my stereo, "Maybe."

"I like it. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," she giggled.

After twenty minutes of me cruising the roads, annoyed by her decision making skills, she finally settled on Pizza Hut.

After we squeezed into a booth and she got a salad from the bar, she sat across from me, grinning as soon as her phone went off. She practically tossed the bowl onto the table, pieces of lettuce flying everywhere, while she struggled to get to it.

"Easy Luna. It's just a text," I chuckled, sticking a piece of her abandoned lettuce in my mouth. "What's it say?"

"It's from Taehyung," she beamed. No shit. "Oh my God, he quoted Emily Dickinson! It says, 'Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell.' Awe, oh my gosh! He's so adorable."

I looked at her, lifting my eyebrows, mouth parted. She stared at the screen for a few moments, before looking up at me, "What?"

"Do I look like one of your fucking little girlfriends that want to gush about your romantic bullshit? No."

She threw her straw wrapper at me, not allowing my sarcasm to kill her love buzz, "Shut up Jungkook. Help me come up with a good response."

I glared at her, before sighing and caving in, "'To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment.' It's by George Lansdowne."

Luna looked over at me like I just saved an old lady from getting creamed by a bus.

"What? Don't fucking look at me like that, all droopy eyed and gushy."

"Awe, Jungkook. I didn't know you read poetry and quotes!"

"Shut the hell up," I hissed at her, gaping down at the checkered table top.

"That's so cute!"

"Shut up, Luna. I helped you out, just fucking text the pussy-whipped bitch."

She complied, texting quickly. Then she sat the phone on the table, and began to ear her salad, "Taehyung's not pussy-whipped. That isn't nice."

"He most definitely is."

"No, he's not."

I gawked at her, while the waitress refilled our drinks. "You're stupid."

"You're stupid."

"No seriously Luna. You've got that man two seconds away from willingly handcuffing his wrists and shackling himself to your ankles. You took my best buddy from me, like chopped off his balls or something."

"He's the exact same!" she replied, eyes wide, mouth open. "He is! He's still arrogant, still cocky, still whatever else! He hangs out with you guys all the time!"

"It's not the same. Now you're all he fucking talks about."

"I can't help that though," she replied softly, shoving more food in her mouth, "I can't control what he talks about."

I began to feel like an ass, watching her phone go off again. She dropped her fork, scooping the phone up in both her hands. She read the words slowly, her lips moving silently through the words. Then she read it again... and again.

I watched dumbfounded as her eyes began to fill up with tears, and she pulled her lips into a tight line, her right hand over her chest. "Oh God. Did he break up with you or something?" Because that'd make me feel better, not being the only one without someone.

"No," she whispered, chin quivering. "God, he turns me into such a crying baby and I hate it but I can't help it..." She wiped her face with the back of her hand, blowing the hair out of her face. "At the end of the quote you told me, I just told him that I missed him more than I did when we broke up... and then he sends me this, and it's just... urgh..."

I leaned over, pulling the phone out of her hands. The text read: "To be honest, Luna, missing you wasn't the dilemma I was burdened with the four years that we were unfortunately apart... It was the constant wondering if you were ever going to come back to me... that was where my torment laid."

I leaned over the fucking table, despite my own personal battles with my recent break up, and rubbed her shoulders, "it's okay."

She nodded, gathering herself together and maintaining her cool, "Sorry about that. He just gets to me." She took a deep breath and then took another bite of her salad.

"I, uh, I bet it was hard... being broken up, knowing that he was your soulmate all that time." I hated talking like a fucking girl, but I had a lot on my mind, and this was my way to get it out.

She nodded, swallowing, "It was... Oh my gosh, it was awful. Most days I spent walking around like a corpse, numb and sick to my stomach. I was trying to figure out what I'd done wrong, or what I could have done differently... It felt like we were in the wrong place. Like... one of us was wrong, and that I should just go find him, or he should just find me... but we were both so stubborn for so long, and had all these hurt feelings and hard pasts without each other... it sucked."

"I can imagine," I whispered, picking at the table. More than you know.

"Writing in my thick journal helped though," she admitted. "I have two of them, actually. I even have names for them, so I can keep them apart... One is about all my struggles with my personal life. The other one I brought along."

She looked down, shaking her head and whispering to herself, "...It's, uh, all been about Taehyung, every single last page."

"Hmm, that's cool," I agreed, not wanting to dig into her privacy.

The waitress set our pizza down, and Luna finally began to text him back.

"What are you texting?" I asked as I sat a piece on her plate.

"I'm just telling him that it was inevitable that I came back to him, because ... - okay don't think I'm cheesy, which I am but that's not the point, - but I'm telling him that it was inevitable that I came back to him because it was hard to breathe without my heart, and he was the one that had it in his hands, and still does."

I nodded in silence, shoving a big bite of food into my mouth.

"So... you miss Yoona?" she asked, almost making me choke on my food.

I shrugged, patting my chest, "Yeah, I guess. But it's all confusing and shit."

"How so?"

"It's hard to miss someone who you didn't even know like you thought you did."

She sighed, picking at her pepperoni, "My sister has her faults. Trust me, I know, with the whole Taehyung thing, and many more I'm sure no one even knows about. But... she just doesn't know how to deal with pressure. She's used to having everything handed to her. She sucks at making decisions."

"This sucks," I sighed, taking another bite, "I mean, I really thought she was special."

"She is."

"Yeah... but just not the special-for-me, I guess."

"Jungkook," she whispered.

Then her phone went off again. She read this one out loud, "'Miles must not have separated us, because you were always with me as well, my love. The distance between two hearts is not an obstacle... rather a beautiful reminder of just how strong true love can be... OUR LOVE.' Awe, he's so incredible."

I smirked, taking a sip of my beer, "You're just as pussy-whipped as he is. You're dick-whipped."

She smiled, sending him a short text, "Taehyung can dick-whip me any time."

I chuckled, "Kinky." Then I grabbed her phone from her hands, "You need to lighten up the mood a little. No more depressing text-message shit. I'm sending something better." I keyed in the words quickly, fighting away her attempts to get her phone back. Once it was sent successfully, I tossed the phone back to her. "Fifteen bucks says he's a fucking perv like the rest of us and he's going to write something sexual in response. He's a man, Luna. Your proof will come soon."

She growled and blushed at the same time, digging into her sent folder, "What did you text him?"

Then she read it out loud, not bothering to lower her voice for the mother and child and ten other occupied tables surrounding us, "'Picture this, Taehyung: I'm in your bed, body hot, mad hot, soaking wet and feisty horny, thinking about the things I'd like to do... I'm wide open when it comes to you'! OH MY GOD, JUNGKOOK! He's gonna think I'm a SLUT!"

"Just wait for it," I said, taking another piece from the pan. And sure enough, a minute later, he responded to her. "What the fuck does it say?" I asked, curious to why her cheeks turned the color of the red checker on this table cloth.

She covered her mouth, reading it and speaking into her palm, "It says, 'I once heard you were a sweet person, so I had to lick you and find out... and sure enough, it was the truth. I was wondering if you'd allow me to spend the remainder of my lifetime rested happily between your thighs? Because if you would... Mmm... I can taste you all ready. You're making my mouth water, Luna.' OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

I grinned, shaking my head at her virginal expression, "He got you hot, didn't he?"

She threw a whole breadstick at me, giggling like a school girl, "Shut up!"

"You're not denying it," I replied in a sing-song voice. "Fucking amateur. Send another one to him."

She giggled, shaking her head, "I can't! I wouldn't know what to say to him!"

"It's called dirty talk, Luna. It's quite simple. Just go perverted, and he'll love it."

"I can't!" she whined playfully, biting her lip.

So I yanked the phone from her and texted again, "I heard this one from a girl once. He'll love it."

"What are you writing?" she asked, not bothering to object to me.

"I'm writing, 'Loveable, cuddle able, sexable, flexible, I'm just so damn INCREDIBLE. So come over quickly and bend me over, and I'll show you why I'm so damn EDIBLE'."

She giggled, shaking her head, "That's awful."

"He'll love it."

And he did, because he's a male like the rest of us. He wrote back with, 'Does that mean you want to eat my children afterward? ;) JKJK, I love you Angel.'."

Luna frowned, eyebrows hanging in confusion, "Ewwwww. Wait. Uh... I don't... get it."

I laughed, covering my mouth to avoid spitting out my Bud Light on her, "Are you fucking kidding me, Luna?!"

She shook her head, looking like a ten year old girl. How a fucking girl like that can be so incredibly hot and dimwitted surprised me.

"Luna, think about it. Read it slowly and then think about it."

She did, shaking her head, "Something gross?"

"He's asking if that means you'll swallow his jizz for him."

Her lips formed into a perfect 'O', causing me to laugh. "Why didn't he just... say that? Why did he have to confuse me?" Then she texted him back, one word. Most likely, a yes or no response.

"It's not confusing. You're just a brunette with blonde roots."

"Not funny."

"Did you answer yes or no?"

She grinned, taking a bite of her crust, "What do you think?"

I gave her a high-five across the table, "That's my girl!"

-

Jimin POV

After we finished our bottle of wine and talked about random shit for an hour, I paid for our meal and we were onto our next location.

First, we went to some street shops, buying little souvenirs and random stuff.

Then we hung out by the lake for a few moments, but it was too fucking cold to stand out there for a long time. Jennie was going to turn into a shudderbug if I didn't get some warmth around her.

So we blasted the heater. Jennie let me drive Yoongi's car, and sat bouncily in the passenger seat, playing with the radio, "Have you ever played The Radio game?"

I shook my head, lighting a cigarette, "No."

"Wanna play?"

"How does it work?"

"You ask the radio a question, and then hit the seek button. Your answer will be in the lyrics of the first random song you land on."

"That's stupid."

"Oh, Jimin, come on, just play with me!"

"Fine," I hissed, stopping at the red light. "You go first."

She nodded, thinking about her question, "Oh, okay! Does Yoongi miss me?"

It landed on Journey's, "When You Love A Woman", with the lyric, "if I can't believe this one is true, to fall in love is so hard to do. I hope that for tonight, somewhere you're thinking of me girl, yes I know you are. I know that when you love a woman, you'll see your world inside her eyes..."

I glowered over to her, "I guess he misses you."

She clapped, bouncing in the seat giddily, "I knew it! Okay, your turn, ask it a question."

"Uhhh," I scratched my head, trying to control my annoyance, "Mister Radio, what are my chances of getting fucked up, as drunk as possible tonight?"

Jennie motioned for me to turn the station, and I rolled my eyes, hitting the seek button. It landed on Ludacris, "What's Your Fantasy", with the lyric, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, give it to me now, give it to me now, give it to me now, give it to me now."

We laughed together, and the light turned green.

"See, that was fun! Plus, that's a yes, so that means you'll be happily drunk tonight!" Jennie said. "My turn. Okay, Mrs. Radio, is the date Yoongi is going to take me on going to be romantic tomorrow, if he feels better?"

With a click of the radio, it landed on Spice Girls, "Wannabe", with the lyric, "If you wanna be my lova, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends."

We both looked at each other, and laughed again.

"Uhhh, does that mean he wants to share you with his friends on your romantic date?" I asked sarcastically.

"I think I confused the radio," she dismissed, "maybe you should try it again. Ask it a real question this time."

I groaned, stopping at another red light, "Do I have to?"

"Yes."

"Urgh. Okay, Mister Radio ...is someone I'm thinking about... thinking about me as well?"

Jennie squealed, leaning closer to the radio as I hit the button.

It landed on, The Perisher's, with "Sway" and the lyrics, "Are we back to where it all began? Have you finally forgiven me? You get that my dream has end, when they all blew away, and then tricked them back into me. You saved me on a sunless day... I don't wanna hurt you. I don't wanna make you sway... Like I know I've done before. I will not do it anymore. I've always been a dreamer... I hide my head among the clouds. But now that I am coming down... Won't you be my solid ground?"

"WOW!" Jennie squealed again, her eyes wide in curiosity, "Lisa must be thinking about you!"

"It's not Lisa," I said, shaking my head as I put the truck in third. "I mean, the question wasn't about... Lisa."

"Who was it about?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes, "No one."

"Jimin Park."

"No one, Jennie."

"Fine. I'll just ask the radio. Mrs. Radio, who was Jimin talking about?"

The radio chose to select David Archuletta, "Crush", with the lyric, "Does it ever cross your mind, when we're hanging and spending time girl? Are we just friends, or is there more, is there more? See it's a chance we've got to take. Cause I believe that we can make this into something that lasts forever... Forever. Do you ever think, when you're all alone, all that we can be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it really just another crush?"

"Oh my gosh! How cute!" she shouted, gushing.

I glared at the radio, "I don't want to play this fucking game anymore."

"Awe, Jimin," Jennie said, patting me on my head, "do you have a crush on someone?"

I eyed her down and then turned my attention back to the cars, "No."

"Yes you do! Oooh, tell me, I love secrets."

"I don't have a crush on anyone, Jennie. Trust me. I don't get crushes."

She took a deep breath, not removing her eyes from me, "You're lying."

"The only person who has crushes is the twenty year old girls at the clubs who dig on me. I don't like anyone."

"You're awfully testy for someone who's hell-bent on denying the fact that he has a crush on someone."

"I just hate the fucking Radio Game. Okay?"

She giggled, then covered her mouth, "Okay. No more radio game."

"Thanks. Wanna go watch a movie?"

"YES! That sounds fun!"

"Okay... what's good that just came out this January?"

"Um..." she pondered, tapping her chin, "The Batman? Scream? Ooh ooh or we can watch Uncharted!"

"The second one."

"Deal!" she said.

After we got into the theater, I paid for the tickets and the popcorn, candy, and soda. Jennie tried to argue with me, but I didn't fucking think so. No woman has ever paid for me.

Once we were nestled in the back row of the theatre, munching on popcorn, my cell phone began buzzing and vibrating in my pants.

I groaned, digging it out of my pocket. The last thing I needed was a fucking conference call. I was supposed to be on vacation.

So I was surprised when it was Yoona, sending me a text message that read, "Taehyung's surprisingly nice today. How's Jennie?"

I wrote her back, "Bubbly. And I'm glad Taehyung isn't being a dick to you. Are you doing okay?"

She responded with, "I feel like I did when I woke up this morning. Wishing I was dead instead. How about yourself?"

Jennie stole the popcorn bucket from me, dancing along to the theater music, currently playing.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. I wrote, "Don't fucking start that shit, Yoona. Stay strong. I'm doing fine, I guess. Wish you were here instead of Tinkerbell though. You're less... bouncy."

A few minutes later, she wrote back, "I wish I were there with you too. What are you two doing now, where are you at?"

I glared at Jennie, accidentally tossing some popcorn down her shirt.

I laughed, then wrote back, "The theaters, watching Scream. It's going to be fucking great. I'll save you two a seat if you guys wanna come. The movie starts in like fifteen? PS, PLEASE COME."

About three minutes later, she responded with, "On our way. Save me some popcorn, J."

"Will do, blondie."

As soon as I told Jennie that our date was about to turn into a double, she surprisingly grew giddier - if possible. "YES! Yay, I'm so excited! I get to hang with my best friend, without Luna!"

"What does that mean?" I laughed. "I thought ya'll were friends again."

"No, no, we are," she said, backing up, "I didn't mean it like that. I just meant... Taehyung's always around her now. So... it's nice to be able to hang out with him and actually have him pay attention to me."

"You're such an attention whore, Jennie."

"I know, right?"

I smiled at her. "Eat your popcorn, bisssshhhhh."

She giggled, shoving a few kernels in my mouth, "Eat your popcorn, wiener."

"Weiner?! That's what you came up with?"

"Yes! WEINER!"

*&*#!#$^%$^

Taehyung and Yoona joined us in the theatre, him carrying all their snacks and sodas.

She plopped down in the seat to my left, while he unloaded the stuff and gave Jennie a hug and me a friendly nod. Then he sat down beside Jennie, on her right.

"Whatcha snackin' on?" Yoona asked me, leaning over to inspect my candy box.

"Sour skittles. Want some?"

She pulled out her hand, palm up. I poured some in, laughing as some missed her palm and landed in her lap.

Taehyung and Jennie were trying to see who could answer the trivia questions on the screen the fastest. Taehyung was winning, of course, which caused Jennie to get frustrated and call him a cheater.

Yoona turned to me, curling out her bottom lip, "I'm trying not to be sad today, but it's not working so good for me."

I rolled my eyes, throwing my arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to me, "What, is loverboy over there not as charming as all the women make him out to be?"

"It's not about Taehyung," she said, nudging me in the ribs with her elbow, "it's me. And you, for that matter."

Taking a breath of annoyance, I looked at her through my peripheral version, "you sure didn't have any problems with me when I was between your t-"

Her hand clamped over my mouth, and she giggled when I bit down on her middle finger, "I don't mean like that, jerk, and I don't have a problem with you then or now... I just have a problem with lying to get my way out of things. I don't understand how you have forgiven me that easy, or Taehyung even, for that matter."

Sighing, I rubbed her shoulders, "life's too short when you bitch at someone you love for something stupid that doesn't really matter."

"Awe, Jimin." Yoona lifted the arm rest between us, so there wasn't anything there now, and scooched closer, resting her head on my shoulder as the previews came on, "I heart you too."

"Thanks sugar puff."

She giggled, "You're welcome, rice cakes."

Yoona's petite body seemed to somehow wrap around me, and she smelled wonderful, like apples and cinnamon. Fucking delicious.

"Oh, I almost forgot," I whispered to her as I dug into my right pocket, "I got you a little something today."

Her eyes lit up as she tilted her head to look at me, "You did?"

"Yes," I chuckled, "it's not a pony or anything, don't get too excited. Jennie and I went into some souvenir shops earlier, and I saw this and thought of you - or us, really."

I opened her palm, sliding the sleek, silver, crotch-rocket key chain - an almost exact replica of my Suzuki GSXR 1000 Phantom - that had a diamond between the handlebars, and a nameplate dangling along with it.

Yoona's eyes grew larger, "Awe, it's like yours, like the one we built together this past summer! Oh my gosh, that was so much fun!"

I flipped it over, shining the light from my cell phone on it so she could read the font I had engraved for her on the nameplate.

She squinted her eyes, leaning closer to me, "'Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be all right. XOXO, your buddy, Jimin.' Oh my gosh, Jimin! It's got the Bob Marley song we rocked out to all summer long! It's our anthem! How thoughtful of you, oh my gosh..."

I grinned, watching her run her manicured nails along the gift, "so, does that mean you like it?"

"No one has ever got me anything like this," she whispered, biting her lip, "...thank you."

I kissed the side of her head, "don't get all mushy on me. It was just the thought that counts."

"That's just it," she said, quickly wiping a tear from her cheek and shaking it off, "it's the thought that gets to me. Your thoughts, our thoughts - our anthem!"

"Cheeseball," I teased.

"No, I'm serious, Jimin. You're making my heart hurt again, but you do it in a good way."

I smiled, resting my cheek to the top of her head, thinking to myself.

"Hey, hey, hey," Jennie said, leaning over us and stealing some skittles out of my box, "don't steal my date, Yoona. Jimin's mine today, Taehyung's yours."

"What did I do to you?" Taehyung chuckled to her, ignoring the man in front of us that shushed him.

"Nothing," Jennie giggled, "but we're not being fair to Luna and Jungkook, sneaking out and having this double date thing. This is against my rules... So I was just letting them know, that you belong to her today, and Jimin is mine."

Taehyung smirked, shaking his head, as he lowered himself and got comfortable in his seat.

Then he began mumbling something like, "This is like the weird foursome I never wanted to dream about."

All of us laughed.

He did have a point.

-

Luna POV

I stared at my phone, waiting for Jungkook to come back with his handful of tokens.

It was weird that Taehyung wasn't texting back, suddenly. He was going at it for a while, a message every few minutes or so for the past hour. But now... nothing.

So I texted to him, "What are you doing? Please tell me my sister is not trying to make that lie about the two of you a disturbing reality."

Finally, that got him going. He responded with, "Yoona & I are at the movies, love. Sorry about the delay. I'll text you as soon as I get out, I promise. Love you. Oh, and btw, that was really fucking disgusting. Thanks for making me too nauseated to eat my licorice."

I giggled, shaking my head and writing back, "love u too. I hope you're missing me over there. And ps, I'll trade you my headache for your nausea."

A few minutes later, he wrote, "No you don't love me more. And you have headaches again?"

I sighed, texting, "Yes, but no worries. It's probably the disgusting beer Jungkook made me drink at Pizza Hut earlier today. I'll be fine, enjoy your movie."

Forty seconds later, I received, "I will. Call me if it gets worse, I'll come home and make you some chicken noodle soup or give you a massage or something."

"Hey fucker!" Jungkook said, bouncing in front of me, "put your fucking phone in your pocket. No more texting. We're at fucking Chuck-E-Cheese, and our asses are gonna be playing some games!"

"Jungkook, you soooo easily fit into Chuck-E-Cheese, you big kid."

"I know! It's like my mothership or some shit! I mean, it's for kids, but we get to drink beer here! It's heaven!"

Then he leaned down toward me, lowering his voice to a whisper, "Psst. Plus, it's cheering me up, so just go along with it."

I giggled, doing as he asked with my phone and looking around the massive arcade and screaming kids, "fine, drill sergeant. What's first?"

"Dance, dance, revolution!"

"Are you trying to kill me?!" I shouted, batting my lashes, "I'm not that coordinated, Jungkook."

"Bull fucking shit, Luna! Don't give me that! I've seen you, dancing in my Dad's clubs, dancing at New Years and the parties, not to mention when you're all over Taehyung's junk. I know you can dance!"

I threw my hands on my hips, looking at him like he sprouted a second head, "Yeah, but not on point! Not when there's little colored squares beneath my feet that I have to hit the same time the screen flashes them! I'm going to break my neck!"

"I won't let you break your neck," he begged, curling out his bottom lip and looking like a three-year-old little boy trying to persuade his father, "please?"

Growling at the burly teddy bear in front of me, I caved in.

He was just like Jennie. Not stopping until he got his damn way.

So there I stood, standing on a metal circle, staring at little arrows beneath me pointing to every direction. "Jungkook," I said, shaking my head, "how do I get myself into these messes?"

"You hang out with your wang out," he replied.

Leave it to Jungkook.

Three songs later, I hit a few notes correctly, which made it fun.

And then by six songs later... I was thinking I should be a professional DDR girl.

...But then I got careless and cocky.

And, since I'm me, I also somehow managed to hurt my brain, fall three times, twist my ankle, hit the metal bar behind me that is supposed to stop a fall - which it didn't - collapse into Jungkook and knock him over, landing on a few of my fingers and wedging them, and finally, as a beautiful and shiny encore, I smacked my forehead on the arcade screen.

I fell onto the circle, holding my head, "Oww, I think I busted my frontal bone."

Jungkook laughed, kneeling in front of me as the stupid little arrows kept lighting up and the song kept playing, "Let me see it, crazy."

He pulled my hands from my forehead, trying to maintain his laughing to a minimal, "Well, you've got a scrape, and possibly a bruise, but nothing too major. Are you feeling dizzy?"

"I'm always dizzy," I said, pulling myself up.

"I think we need to retire the dance, dance, revolution, what do you say?"

"I agree, whole-heartedly."

A few moments of rest at the tables, and a large glass of water and three Tylenol later, Jungkook lifted his eyebrows, "Yep. Faint brown bruise. Wanna play air hockey?"

I giggled, "Sure."

Air hockey was much safer.

Despite my one time that I somehow managed to knock the black puck off of the static-cling white table and almost hit the tiny cashier girl behind the counter, it was fun. I even beat Jungkook after our third game, and I made sure I bragged about it for a long while.

Because Jungkook was supposed to be good at all sports. "And I just kicked your ass!" I bragged, dancing around him in a tiny circle, pointing at him with my fingers, "ha, ha, ha."

"Watch it, you little fragile girl," he teased, "don't make me give you another bruise."

I laughed louder, then winced, holding my forehead, "okay, okay, I give. No more bragging."

Jungkook won me a pink bunny after shooting down some targets with fake bullets, then made 150 baskets in two minutes, beating my 42 baskets.

After that, we tackled the ski-ball game, where I beat him again.

Then it was the frogs you punch with the big fake axe thing, the light game where you stop the button on your arrow to win a prize - which we both miserably failed - race car games, skiing simulator games, motorcycle games... After that, we played a few brain games... and then attempted DDR again.

That time, I didn't fall. And I even won one game, on beginner level though, of course.

Then he suggested the ball pit.

And we had a BLAST there. Jumping around with these little kids, throwing colored plastic balls at each other. Jungkook tried to fill his shirt with as many as possible, and ended up looking like a marshmallow man by the end of that.

He got in trouble though. Balls are supposed to remain in the pit, not in our clothing, the manager said.

We quickly moved on to more games.

Finally, after a couple long hours, we were pretty hyper from all the sugar intake we consumed from our winnings, drunk off the beer we drank - or stole, considering the adults are only supposed to have a few drinks there. The kids around us were giving us a headache from their constant screaming and running around.

A quick reflection in the bathrooms reminded us that we were twenty-three and twenty-four year olds, holding onto various sources of stuffed animals, tiaras', candy, and beer.

We decided to book it.

Jungkook carried me on his back to the Jeep, and I laughed, resituating my paper crown on my head, sucking on my push-pop, "That was fun!"

"I know!" he said, hopping in on his side, "now we're all doped up on fucking candy and beer though."

"Are you okay to drive?" I hiccupped.

"Yep," he said, peeling out of the space, and lunging me forward toward the dash.

"Jungkook!" I laughed, quickly buckling us into the seats, "you're sooo not okay to drive!"

"I'm fine Luna! I won't kill us; Taehyung will dig me up and kill me again if I hurt you."

"We need to get some bread or crackers or something in our system," I said, "or we're gonna be a mess here when all the liquor sets in."

He squealed to a stop at the red light, and flicked on his blinker, readjusting his "I'm a Princess" sash he won earlier today. "What do you have in mind? We just had pizza, like, three hours ago."

"Ugh, I don't know. I'm not real hungry now. But we're staying twenty minutes away, and I don't trust your driving skills in town. Plus, I have to pee."

"Luna, you just went pee inside!"

"I gotta go again," I hissed at him. "It's all that beer you made me consume."

"I had no part in your alcohol intake," he chuckled, slamming on the gas and quickly passing an old lady in a mini van. "That was all you... if Taehyung asks, that is." Then he winked at me.

I giggled, "You're such a chicken."

"Hey, hey, I've seen Taehyung really fucking pissed off... and I don't want to see that ever again. Specially if his rage is aimed toward me."

"Taehyung doesn't have rage," I replied.

"Trust me. When it comes to you, and who's fucking with you or fucking shit up for you, he has rage."

"Like when?"

He sighed, turning on a hip hop station, "Just... whenever. Don't worry about it. We're getting you to a bathroom before you piss your pants."

-

Taehyung POV

Jennie somehow managed to lift both arm rests from the theatre seats, twist her tiny body around, have her head in my lap, and her feet in Jimin's lap.

Yoona had her arm rest up as well, and her head on Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin was leaned back in his seat, arm around her, cheek on her head, chewing on a twizzler.

I was twirling pieces of Jennie's hair between my fingers, munching on some popcorn.

The movie was cool, but not too scary.

But I missed Luna. I tried texting her a few times throughout the movie, despite me telling myself to leave her alone and let her have fun, but she never wrote back.

I figured Jungkook was just distracting her, teaching her how to be a kid again.

After the flick, the lights came on, blinding us all. We waited until everyone else was piled out before we even got out of our seats.

Yoona wrapped both her arms around Jimin's waist, while I hurled my arm over Jennie's shoulders and led the way out.

It was sprinkling outside, and the sky was blackened out with heavy clouds.

I squinted my eyes, lifting Jennie above the mud puddle so she didn't ruin her new shoes.

"So, are we all heading home?" I asked, looking at the three of them.

"I've got to make one more stop," Jennie declared, tugging Jimin away from Yoona's arms. "And I need my date to do it with."

I smiled, rubbing her head, "Okay, we've got to make another stop as well. So I'll see you later?"

"Yep!" she said, jerking me down to her height and kissing me on my cheek.

I smiled politely over to Yoona, and she politely smiled back. Maybe we were going to get along from now on.

Taking that as a hint, I gave Jimin a nod, and opened the door for Luna's sister. She smiled at me, and climbed in.

Once we were back on the road, I turned to her, "What did you say you had to get from Wal-Mart after the movie?"

She sighed, "Personal female products."

"Ohh," I said. "Gotcha."

"I really, really don't like this Wal-Mart," she explained, shaking her head, "there's so many creeps in there. Weird men that gawk at me."

"I'll be with you," I reassured her.

She turned and smiled shyly at me, "Thanks."

I gave her a nod, and we drove in silence until we got to the supercenter.

Which, we were on the opposite side of town, in a bad neighborhood.

I should have known it was a bad idea, but it was the closest one to where we were at the moment.

Side by side, we entered and weaved around the strange crowds and shopping carts, toward the feminine hygiene department.

She seemed a bit apprehensive about me standing there with her, but once I reassured her that it didn't bother me, and what my chosen profession was, she quickly dismissed her fears.

"I just hate carrying them through the store," she exhaled. "I feel like everyone stares at me, and are secretly making fun of me or something."

"Well... what kind do you use?"

"Tampax Pearls," she replied, looking straight to the ground and twisting the toe of her high heel.

I chuckled, pulling a box from the shelf, "This one?"

"No," she giggled, biting her lip, "the multi-pack. The ones that fold down, so it's less obvious."

I exchanged the box, and held out another one, "This one?"

"...Yeah."

"Okay. Come on," I said, nudging on her arm with my elbow, "I'll carry them for you."

Her cheeks turned to a blush that I'm used to seeing only on Luna, and she shook her head, "no, no, you don't have t-to do that, uh, no, it's okay, I'll-"

"I don't mind," I said, cutting her off. "Do you need anything else?"

"Uhhh..." she stammered, looking out of her element and flabbergasted, "I don't know."

"Well, look around, we have time."

She nodded, walking around the isles. She pulled a few things of make-up from certain aisles - mainly MAC - and then some q-tips and peroxide.

"Anything else?" I asked her.

"Uh..." she stared at another aisle blankly, and I looked toward it.

"Pregnancy test?"

She took a deep breath, and snatched one from the shelf, "Okay, let's go."

"Wait, wait, Yoona," I said, grabbing her elbow, "wait. I don't mean to be rude, but is that for you?"

She looked up at me, her sad eyes growing sadder, "Yeah."

I furrowed my brows at her, "and the tampons?"

"Yeah... just in case it's a false alarm or something."

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"It's fine," she quickly said, leading the way out of that section of the store.

As we were standing in the large - but somehow smallest - line at the check out section, she grew more and more nervous, clutching things to her chest.

Behind us, I noticed a lot of men around her were indeed gawking at her ass and her breasts.

The more and more I looked around, I noticed the eyes were everywhere... Some women's on me, but most eyeing her down, - because she was with me? - and men trying to eye-fuck her. It was disgusting.

Rolling my eyes, I threw my arm around her waist, pulling her to me.

Then I shot death glances around the room. Back. The. Fuck. Off.

"W-What are you doing?" she asked, when I wrapped my other arm protectively around her waist.

"Creating an illusion of a couple," I declared. "Just go with it."

She nodded, swallowing hard. "This is weird," she whispered. "I've never been this close to you before."

I laughed softly, "How does it feel?"

"Uhhh," she said, flustered.

That made me laugh more, "Never mind. Don't answer that."

"I wasn't gonna."

At last, the cashier girl started scanning all of Yoona's items. The total came to $48.26.

Before she could protest, I handed the girl my card, "I've got it."

Yoona glared at me, twisting around while I kept my arms around her, "You don't have to do that."

"It's fine."

Once her bags were gathered, I kept my arm around her as we passed a group of men leaning against their rusted car, blaring shitty music that was supposed to resemble bass.

Unfortunately for us, we were parked right next to them.

"That's a nice ride," one hoodlum said to me. "Fuck boy."

"And a nice ass chick." his buddy agreed.

"He must be a pimp," another decided.

I tossed her bags in the trunk, trying to ignore them as I walked us around and opened her car door.

"Ohhh, wait, see, he opens the door for her too? He must have money!"

"Mind your own fucking business," I said, motioning for her to get in.

She looked at me hesitantly and whispered, "Those guys don't look safe, Taehyung. They're scary."

"Just get in, Yoona. It's fine."

Then I felt a hand push on my back, and I crashed into Yoona, pinning her against the open door of my car.

"What boy, you got money? Wanna give me some?"

Exhaling, I made sure she was okay, and then twisted around, to stare down the four guys that were trying to imitate rappers. "Is there a problem here, gentleman?"

"Yeah, there's a big fucking problem. Rich boy just entered our neck of the woods."

It was really hard trying to keep my cool-guy persona when all I wanted to do was fuck them up.

I cleared my throat, fighting back the urge to swing. "We were just leaving," I replied. "We'll get out of your neck of the woods very quickly."

"No, no, no," a different guy targeted me, "see... there's a toll for parking that pretty convertible here. Fifty bucks."

"I don't fucking think so," I scoffed. "Go get a job and make some of your own money. Stop bumming on the streets."

Again, I tried to motion for Yoona to get in, but she was like a frozen block of ice.

"It's fine," I whispered to her, "I can handle it. Get in."

"They could hurt you, Taehyung," she mumbled back to me, grabbing my jacket.

"Listen to your bitch, Taehyung. Just give us the cash."

Okay, that was it. Cool-guy was retired. I twisted around, pushing the guy that was closet to me back against his rusted green car, "Don't fucking call her a bitch."

Of course, that pissed off his little friends, and they all came toward me.

Within that few second, I did a recap of my situation: One guy was twiggy, easily about 90lbs. No problem. The other guy was muscular on his legs, but had skinny arms. Couldn't pack a punch. The third guy was really fat, so if I swung quickly... I could get away and he'd never fucking catch me. The last guy, whom I just pushed, was about my weight, but shorter. And he didn't swing back. He was all talk. Plus, I had a pocket knife in my pocket, and a gun beneath my seat, if necessary.

"Yo man! Just give us some of that sweet cash you got your bitch walking the streets for, and we'll call it a day."

I glared at them, putting all the muster of anger I had between my eyes. Don't fuck with me, I thought, as I steadied my hand over my pants pocket that held the weapon inside.

Two of them must have not liked my expression, because they backed away a bit, while the skinny guy and the fat one stayed.

"Just leave us alone," Yoona shouted, as she stood in front of me.

I quickly grabbed her, pushing and shoving her behind my body, "stay there."

"Listen to your boyfriend, bitch. He's smart. Don't want you getting hurt."

"Call her a bitch one more time," I hissed at them, in a dark voice that was even foreign to me. "Do it."

"Dude," the smart one who got pushed first said, as he wised up, "let's just go. He ain't got shit."

"Your friend is smart," I continued. "I'd do as he said."

"Sure," the fat one said. "As soon as you give us the cash."

"Taehyung, let's go," Yoona shouted, tugging on my hips as she stood behind me. "Let's just go."

I stayed put, fingering the casing in my pocket, "Come get the fucking cash."

They heard the distinct sound of me opening the knife in my pocket, that cling sound it made, and all of them slowly began to dissipate and step back.

"What?" I demanded. "It's right here, in this pocket. I'll give it to you, come get it."

"No," the wise one said. "Let's go. MOVE, let's go!"

Quicker than necessary, four gansta-wannabe men scurried to their beaten down car, and took off like a bat out of hell.

Tucking the blade back into its case, I felt a smack on the backside of my head.

"ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" Yoona shouted, twisting me around. "You could have got yourself hurt, you idiot!"

"But I didn't," I said.

"That's not the point, Taehyung! Why do you have to be so arrogant? Why can't you back down? Why can't-"

"They were creating an attempt to rob me, Yoona. Plus they called you a bitch."

"Like you've never called me a bitch before!" she backfired, throwing dark glances at me.

"It's different," I stated. "I'm practically your family. They were just imbeciles."

The rain began to pour, but because we were both stubborn, we stayed put.

"They were robbers! Big, scary, freakish robbers who wanted to fucking kill you!"

"Don't be dramatic," I said, reopening her door, "they didn't even touch me."

"One of these days Taehyung, you're not going to win the fight."

"Well," I said as I shut her door and climbed in my side, "when that day comes, you can say I told you so. But for now, just say thank you."

She glared at me, "Thank you, Taehyung."

"You're welcome," I replied, giving her my crooked smile that I knew would calm her down. And it did.

She fought back a smile, but couldn't help it any longer, and let it go when I stopped at the red light.

She relaxed, shaking her head and laughing. "You're so irritating."

"I know."

"Of course you do."

"Besides," I said, nudging her arm with my elbow, "I carried your tampons for you. That should be a double thanks."

"Ohhh," she giggled. "Fine, double thank you, Taehyung."

"You're double welcome."

-

Luna POV

I paced around the den for a while, waiting for Taehyung to get back.

It was seven pm.

He should be here by now.

I quickly checked on Yoongi, who was sleeping in the bedroom still.

He had a slight fever, it appeared, and Kleenexes around the bed, but nothing too serious looking.

I poured him a glass of water, before heading back down stairs to join my "date".

Jungkook flicked on the television, plopping down on the couch, "stop pacing, you're making me dizzy."

"Sorry," I whined, sitting down beside him. "I miss my Taehyung."

"He'll be here shortly," he chuckled, "you big ass, dick-whipped baby."

"Shut it," I said, curling my arms around my knees. I waved my face with my fingers, blowing a piece of sticky hair from my eyes.

Jungkook turned to me, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, just hot suddenly."

"It's the beer and shit you've consumed. I'm hot too."

I nodded, as the door swung open.

My neck snapped quickly, and I sighed when Jennie and Jimin walked through the doors, laughing.

"Have you guys seen Taehyung?" I asked Jennie.

"Hello to you too, my Luna!" she replied, handing her bags to Jimin. "Yes, he had to make a stop. He'll be here soon."

I pouted, curling into fetal position and laying my head on Jungkook's thick thigh.

Jungkook began to scratch my head, and my lashes fluttered shut.

"That bruise you have is hardly there now," he stated. "Much better."

"Thanks," I whispered.

I clutched the Gemini twin necklace between my fingers, praying Taehyung somehow felt my desperation to have him back, from his half of the necklace set.

I felt myself quickly dazing off, and before I knew it, I had fallen into a nap.

Exhaustion seemed to be my friend this past week or so. It's been a long vacation so far.

It couldn't have been a long one, however, because the door swung open, and my heart began skipping beats left and right... and once that electric current swayed over me, I knew it was Taehyung , and not Jimin getting more of Jennie's bags out of the car.

I didn't even have time to shoot off the couch, because Taehyung was kneeling in front of me.

Smiling like a dork, my heart began to flutter rapidly out of control.

"Hey beautiful," he whispered gently, tucking my hair behind my left ear. "I've missed you."

I tilted my head at him, and pulled him into a big hug, managing somehow to twist my body around and wrap my arms and legs around him simultaneously.

"I've missed you too; it felt like you were gone forever."

He laughed, stroking my back, "Never forever."

"Better not be," I whined, inhaling his scent and burying my face into the heated crook of his neck.

"You smell like beer," he chuckled, standing to his feet and picking me up with him.

He let out a huff, popping me higher in the air around his body, "did you have a good time with Jungkook today, baby?"

"Mmmhmm," I nodded, kissing his cheek.

"Go to your room," Yoona shouted as Taehyung swayed us from side to side, "no one wants to see your mushy reunion."

"Yeah, you're blocking the fucking television," Jungkook spat, throwing a pillow and hitting my ass with the remote. "Taehyung. Move!"

Taehyung laughed, swinging us around.

He carried me up the stairs, and plopped on top of me, because I refused to unlock my death grip around him.

"I missed you," I began kissing him over and over again, "so... so... so... so... much."

"I missed you too, angel. I got you a present. Do you want to have it?"

"Yes!" I said, giving him a much bigger kiss.

"Mmm," he groaned, shoving himself into me, "...in a minute. I'm rather enjoying this."

I giggled, as he slid his tongue into my mouth, blocking my way to sleep.

He tasted of every single thing that I've missed... mints and cigarettes and fruit punch Gatorade, and all these special little ingredients that made up his deliciousness.

I pulled on his hair, sighing into his mouth. He really had no idea how much I missed him. Sure, I had fun with Jungkook, and it was nice to be able to spend some time out in the 'real world'.

But... being back here with Taehyung just proved to me the one thing I thought back when I was fifteen years old and falling for the dark haired boy for the first time: I could spend the rest of my life deprived of the world if I were to lay in his arms forever.

He kissed my lips a few more times, and then sat back on his knees, digging through his bag.

Instantly, I noticed it was a Swarovski bag, and my chest caved in, "Taehyung... what did you buy now?"

He always spent ridiculous amounts of money on me, like it came out of thin air.

Sure his parents were richer than anyone else I had ever met, and he was equally rich, plus some more, since he inherited half of the The Kim Medical Hospital for Children, which his grandfather opened when his dad was a baby... But he didn't need to spend it on me.

He laughed, pulling out two separate boxes, "I wanted to. No arguments. Open them."

I bit my lip and sat up Indian-style in front of him.

He laughed as I greedily undid the first box, "You're so excited."

I nodded, and then gasped, covering my mouth when I noticed the bracelet. It reminded me so much of the bracelet my father got me when I was thirteen, except this one was much more elegant.

It had a thinner silver band, and the right side had a floral and diamond clutch, while the right side had a smaller, oval shaped diamond. In the middle was a large, oval, turquoise stone. It looked outrageously expensive.

"Oh my gosh!" I said, running my fingers over the oval. "...I cannot believe you remembered that I lost this."

He kissed my other hand, "read the back of it."

I flipped it over. Beneath it, the stone had a thick silver plate inside. It said, "From the two men in your heart, Taehyung & Hyunjin."

"Taehyung," I said, shaking my head, "I am not going to cry, I'm not going to cry... This is amazing..."

He smiled warmly, brushing my eyes with his thumbs while he whispered, "I'm glad you like it. I've been thinking about it a lot, lately... I remember when we broke up, I always thought about that bracelet you lost for some reason. And the color... Just everything... It reminded me of you, of us, when we were together."

I sucked in my bottom lip, fighting back tears. I was never this emotional before. What the hell was wrong with me?!

Taehyung handed me the other box, and I slowly opened it.

Inside was a platinum band, surrounding a real moonstar stone. "TAEHYUNG! It's just like the ring you gave me, from your grandmother! How did you f-"

"Don't you worry about it," he said, sliding it on my pointer finger of my right hand, "it doesn't matter. Your finger was meant to have a ring like that on it, so there you go."

"Ohh," I said, pushing the empty boxes to the side. I climbed on my knees, wrapping my arms around his neck seductively, "you're so getting lucky tonight."

"Tonight?" he teased, kissing my chin, "Mmm... How about now instead?"

"Now works too," I giggled, biting my lip when I felt him begin to suck on my neck. "Now is... good... really, really good."

*&*#!#$^%$^

After our quick but much needed "I miss you" session, we headed back downstairs to join our friends.

There were steaks fired up on the grill outside, which Jungkook and Jimin were cooking, avoiding the sleet and rain and ice coming outside by ducking beneath the patio. They stood in heavy jackets, shuddering beside the outside fireplace, holding utensils and beers in their hands.

Yoona was gathered up on the chase, painting her toe nails, looking glum - or was it confused?

Jennie was sitting Indian-style on the middle of the wood floor in the den, folding laundry.

I plopped down on the loveseat, pulling Taehyung down with me.

He laughed, gently fighting my tug, "Sweetheart, I've got to go help the guys."

"They're fine, stay with me."

"Trust me, you don't want Jungkook to burn down the patio... and between the grill and the fireplace, he's got a good opportunity to do so."

I curled out my bottom lip to him, batting my lashes.

He tapped my lip with his index finger, shaking his head, "you're the death of me, Luna."

"Does that mean you're staying inside?" I pleaded with him, "...with the warm heater... and me..."

He sighed, looking up to the vaulted log ceiling, "Fine... For a few moments. Because it's you."

"What about me?" Jennie asked, pouting to him.

"You're not as important as her," Taehyung teased her.

Jennie threw a pillow at him, missing him entirely.

Before I knew it, he had me in his lap, with his left hand on my stomach, rubbing my skin beneath my shirt.

I rested my head on his shoulder, nuzzling against his neck, and playing with the back of his head, "What did you and Yoona do today?"

"Went shopping, watched a movie... so on. You and Jungkook?"

"Went to Pizza Hut, Dick's Sporting Good's Store, and Chuck-E-Cheese."

"Well... that explains the beer smell and all of the candy and shit lying around on the kitchen counter."

"We had fun," I smiled. "Jungkook's hilarious."

"He is, I agree," Taehyung sighed. His touch on my bare tummy grew lighter, and he began rubbing a light circle around my belly button, "your skin is so soft."

"Thanks," I whispered, shivering at his touch. It drove me insane. Even though I just had him, I had to fight back urges not to pounce on him again.

He nuzzled his nose along my neck, tilting my head sideways with his hand, so he could have more room.

I bit my lip, trying to really fight back the urge.

"Wanna fight?" he asked, out of nowhere.

"What?" I giggled.

"Fight? Do you want to start a fight with me?"

"Why?"

He smiled against my skin, "because... if 'I miss you' sex is that good... I can't wait until we have 'make-up' sex... I bet it'll be incredible."

"Taehyung," I whispered, shivering again, "stop teasing me."

"Who says I am?" he asked, kissing my ear lobe.

The door swung open, and Jimin and Jungkook were laughing as they entered, tossing empty beer bottles in the garbage.

"Taehyung, get out here with us, and leave your cling-buddy. We're grillin', bitch!"

Taehyung smiled, shaking his head, "I don't know, Jungkook. You may catch me on fire or some shit."

"No I won't. And Jimin here promises to be on his best behavior. He even suggested coming to get you himself."

I furrowed my brows at Jimin, gripping Taehyung's hand on my stomach.

Taehyung sighed, having an internal battle between staying with me or going out with his friends.

So I decided to let him go, pouting inside but smiling on the out.

Regardless of the fact that I could never get enough of him, I didn't want to be clingy. He'll never ask me to be his girlfriend again that way.

He lifted us up, then turned, plopping me down on my back, onto the now-cold-and-empty couch.

Then he lifted my shirt, kissing my stomach. "I'll be back. Stay in here, I don't want you getting sick like Yoongi."

"Oh, Yoongi!" Jennie shouted, running up the steps.

Taehyung shook his head, kissing my forehead, "I'll be back."

I nodded, trying not to whine and object.

Once he was inside, Yoona crawled over to me, resting her head on my thigh, "I'm miserable."

"Me too."

"But... I'm really miserable. I'm so confused, and my heart aches, and I don't know what to say to Jungkook, and I just... hate this."

"It sucks, I know. But I'm here for you."

"Thanks sis."

"No problem," I replied, stroking my fingers through her long, blonde hair. "Did you have fun with Taehyung?"

"Yeah... I think we came to an understanding. He's... not so bad... after all."

I smiled proudly, "I told you so."

"Yeah. I see you're wearing his gifts."

"Taehyung is so romantic," I sighed. "I'm waiting for the moment when he'll come to his senses and realize he doesn't want me anymore... again."

"Not going to happen," she said, slapping my leg, "shut up."

We'll see, I thought to myself with a frown.

Once the boys finished cooking and brought the food inside, Jennie managed to bring Yoongi down the steps.

He looked pretty weakly and pale.

I quickly helped her by pulling out a chair for him. He smiled fragily at me, and I rubbed his hair, "get to feeling better, mister. You're too handsome to be sick."

"Thanks," he chuckled, rubbing my arm.

I helped Jungkook serve everyone a plate, and then sat down beside Taehyung.

Apparently, Taehyung decided I wasn't sitting close to him, because he grabbed the legs of my chair, and slid it over to him as far as it would go.

I smiled, rubbing his back.

Then I looked around the table.

Yoona was on one end, forking her corn on the cob. Jimin sat next to her, rubbing her leg.

Jungkook sat to my left, on the other end, chowing down on large pieces of steak.

He seemed a bit distracted, but much happier than he was when our day first started. I'd like to think I had a good part on cheering him up.

Jennie was with Yoongi, feeding him bites of soup while she fed herself simultaneously.

Taehyung was beside me, cutting my steak for me.

I smiled, shaking my head and remembering all the times he did that for me in the past. Time doesn't change everything.

He forked a piece, dipped in sauce, and held it out for me. I took the bite, refusing to untangle my fingers from that sexy hair of his.

"Good?" he asked. "I made it for you, since I know you like yours medium-well, not rare, like the rest of us carnivores."

"Yes," I smiled, "it's wonderful. Taehyung , thank you."

"Anytime, my love."

*&*#!#$^%$^

Dinner went very well.

Everyone talked to everyone. Yoona even told Jungkook thank you for the steak he made for her, and he smiled and told her she was welcome.

After Jennie put Yoongi back in bed, she rejoined us at the now-cleared table, and sat on Jungkook's knee, begging him to give her one of the massages he used to give her in order to pop her back for her.

"Sure thing, babe," he snickered.

She elbowed him in the pecks.

Taehyung's index finger began tracing light lines along the back of my neck, beneath my hairline.

I curled my cheek to my shoulder, and smiled at him.

He was so handsome, so beautiful... words couldn't described. It hurt to look at him, almost.

...Almost.

He quickly excused himself to the restroom, saying, "Phone. Be right back."

I nodded and smiled at my friends, "It's nice to be here with all of you guys. It's been a fun vacation."

"Here, here!" Jungkook shouted, and we all took a sip of our wine.

Eventually, Taehyung came back.

He leaned forward, pressing his ears delicately to my right ear, "Luna, I want to talk to you about something tonight. Will that be all right?"

I nodded, turning to face him, and whispering back, "You can talk to me about whatever you'd like."

"...You ...may not like it," he said, half-frowning.

"What is it?" I asked, suddenly getting nervous. Was he going to tell me that he didn't want to be with me? Did he come to his senses?

"It's..." he sighed, shaking his head and fingering the rim of his wine glass. "I don't know... maybe we should talk about it later, when we're alone."

Well that didn't make me feel better at all.

"Let's talk about it now," I suggested, freaking out internally.

He nodded, swallowing and rising to his feet.

My heart was pounding inside my throat as a million scary thoughts crashed over me.

Is he going to end this? Is he not ready for this?

Is it something else?

Is he going to ask me to be with him? Is he going to tell me something? What, what, what?

He slid my chair out, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up with him gently.

Then, the front door swung open.

We all turned our heads to see my mother and stepfarher entering, along with Taehyung's parents laughing right behind them.

They took a glance at all of us, looking shocked, which made no sense. They knew we were all coming here.

And we had no idea they were going to pop back in, when we still had three days left here. Nothing seemed right suddenly.

Everyone around the table was quiet. No one said a word.

I think we were all stunned.

His mom gawked between Taehyung and me, while his dad looked like he was holding his breath.

Taehyung quickly dropped my hand, and side stepped away from me.

He cleared his throat, "Hey... mom, dad. Hello, Ron and Sooyoung."

Then I turned to look at the side of Taehyung's face, and he looked... like he just got caught doing something wrong.

My stomach tightened.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It all began to make sense now.

Why Taehyung was talking to his dad for that hour, and why he suddenly needed to talk to me tonight... why he scurried to the bathroom when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

He turned to face me, and his eyes were sad, and half-empty.

And he just confirmed everything I was worried about. Everything I feared.

Taehyung was still a mama's boy, and though his mom liked me and could appreciate our "high school puppy love", as she once called it as, she didn't think I was what Taehyung needed.

And I knew she loved Yeri, for some un-Godly reason I couldn't fathom.

And they knew Taehyung came here with Yeri, and that she wasn't here now.

And my mom and stepdad Ron knew Yoongi and I was getting closer too.

They didn't know about me and Taehyung.

And by the look in His mom's wide eyes as she glanced from Taehyung to me, I realized then that I appeared to be the 'home-wrecker' type.

And she wasn't happy about this reunion at all.