#btsot7

“Jungkook…” I hear another voice but it sounds like I’m underwater. 

Whoosh! A burst of cold wraps around me and I shoot my eyes open. There’s Taehyung grinning at me, my precious blankets and sheets in his hands. 

“Hey, what was that for?” I grumble as I put my glasses on.

“Come on, Y/n,” Jungkook says, stretching and going to stand by Taehyung, “Don’t be upset now. I told you you had to get up.” He has a bunny smile on his face and I sigh.

“Fine, fine. Let me go freshen up before I head downstairs,” I say, stretching too and then heading to the bathroom. 

“Sure. Also, it’s really late so we’re having brunch downstairs so hurry down! Jin-hyung made mockmosas!” Taehyung chirps, pulling Jungkook out of my room and shutting the door. (a/n: are those a thing? if not, they are now)

I laugh as I get ready, freshening up then pulling on jeans and another sweatshirt of Jungkook’s. I descend the stairs and see that everyone’s at the table, with Jin at the kitchen mixing up the drinks. 

“Hi Y/n,” he greets, “Sit down, have a waffle and some fruit and a mockmosa.”

I thank him then sit down next to Jungkook and Jimin. 

“Jin-hyung made you a special mockmosa,” Jimin says, pushing a glass towards me, “He says that it tastes fruitier than the others because you prefer that.” 

I’m touched. 

“Wow, Jin, how did you know that?” I ask, taking a sip. It’s the perfect blend of fruity and fizzy. 

“I have a sixth sense, honey,” he says with a wink. 

I roll my eyes with a smile and thank him nonetheless. 

“Wait is that my sweatshirt?” Jungkook asks making me cough on my drink. 

“Woah woah, careful princess, don’t want you to die.” Jimin hits my back to try to get me to stop coughing, but it doesn’t help. And now I’m blushing AND coughing. 

After my coughing fit subsides, I answer hesitantly.

“…Maybe?” I smile sheepishly, my cheeks burning.

“Uh huh. I know that’s mine because Joon-hyung gave me that for my birthday last year,” Jungkook teases, sly smile on his face.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t know it was a birthday gift!” I hastily say, “Let me go change! I just thought it was cute and I’m sorry for taking it-“

“Babe, it’s fine.” Jungkook places his hand on my wrist to stop me from getting up, his expression worried instead of the smirk on his face a second ago. 

“Yeah! It looks better on you than Kookie anyways,” Jimin teases, causing Jungkook to glare cutely at him. 

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, crossing his arms. 

Jimin cackles. “Oh baby, I know you’re cute, but Y/n is just adorable in anything she wears.”

I want to sink into the floor and never come back. Can’t I just enjoy my mockmosa in peace?

“Yeah, that’s true. The embroidered carrots just match her vibe, you know?” Jungkook smirks again and as I look to my left Jimin also wear a devious look too. 

“Hey, stop teasing the poor girl,” Yoongi says, but still shooting a small smile my way. 

“Yeah, listen to Yoodles and shut up,” I mumble, trying to focus on eating. 

Jungkook and Jimin laugh but change the subject to today’s event. 

It’s Yoongi’s music showcase, and I’m so excited to listen to his music. I have listened to a couple of his songs, but today he’s showcasing his new album D-Day. 

After an hour we all pile into the car, minus Yoongi, who left earlier. Jin drives, with Jungkook sitting shotgun (he fought hard for that spot, and no one wanted to fight with him today). Hobi and Namjoon sit in the middle and Jimin, Taehyung, and I sit in the back.

The 94s are avidly discussing Yoongi’s work, being the only people who have heard his new songs. 

“He really is a genius with his lyrics,” Namjoon praises, smiling fondly at the thought of Yoongi. 

“No wonder we call him Min genius,” Hobi says, matching Namjoon’s dreamy look and big smile.

“Aww, look at those two geeking out..” Taehyung whispers into left ear, making me snap out of my daydreaming and suppress a shiver. He’s sitting next to me, as I’m squeezed into the middle seat.

“I know,” I whisper back, “They’re so passionate about Yoongi. It’s sweet.” It is sweet, how much they care about each other. 

“You know, Namjoon-hyung and Hobi-hyung also used to write rap lyrics,” Jimin says, whispering into my right ear. 

It’s really hot in the car. Or maybe it’s just me? 

“Really? That’s so cool. I wonder what their lyrics were like,” I muse, imagining Namjoon and Hobi with microphones in hand, gold chains around their neck, caps on backwards. Oh my god, they would definitely wear dark sunglasses too. I puff out a laugh at the thought of that.

“We can go to Yoongi-hyung’s studio and look into the archives, I know the password-what’s so funny?” Taehyung asks, stopping mid thought. 

“Nothing,” I reply, smiling at the thought of Namjoon and Hobi wearing thick chunky rings and earrings. Ha! Namjoon wearing chunky earrings.

Jimin pouts. 

“Y/nnnn just tell meee,” he whines, “Don’t tell Tae, just tell me.” 

I roll my eyes fondly.

“Never mind, you two. We’re almost there.” I gesture out the window. Jin is turning into the parking lot of the music building at our university. 

“Hmph.” Tae pouts like the baby he is, and I resist the urge to coo and pinch his bread-like cheeks. 

“Everyone out!” Jin shouts, unbuckling and opening his door with a haste. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Jin-hyung, we’re not even late,” he says, leisurely unbuckling and getting out, stopping to stretch in the sunlight.

“We should’ve been here ten minutes ago!” Jin practically shrieks, making all of us cringe. 

Oh boy. An annoyed Jin is not a happy Jin, and that’s not going to be good energy for Yoongi’s showcase.

“Jin,” I say, going around the van to talk face to face with the man, “It’s going to be okay. Technically, Yoongi’s exhibit doesn’t open for another fifteen minutes.” He’s about to protest but I continue on, “I know you wanted to be here early for Yoongi, but we can’t even get up there until it officially opens, and the important thing is that we’re here, and here in one piece.” 

“But-“

“She’s right, Jin,” Namjoon says, slipping his hand into Jin’s. “We’re here, safe, and ready to cheer our love on. That’s all that matters.” He gives Jin a peck on the cheek. 

Jin sighs.

“Fine. I know you guys are right,” he mumbles, leaning into Namjoon and starting to walk. He and Namjoon look so cute together and I snap a photo before I too start heading to the building. 

Hobi and Jimin catch up to them, with Hobi murmuring a quick “Thank you.” to me. 

Taehyung and Jungkook, on the other hand, stay back and walk with me, Taehyung on my left and Jungkook on my right. 

We chat about random thoughts as we walk, and I notice Jungkook and Taehyung pressing their sides close to mine. I smell Jungkook’s fresh and airy scent that mixes with Taehyung’s warmer and more woody scent. They make me smile, the perfumes as complimentary to each other as the people are.

We reach the doors and head inside. The sleek yet elegant lobby greets us, with signs to direct us to the correct rooms. Jin is with Namjoon at the front desk, grabbing what looks like brochures.

“Okay guys,” Jin says, handing out the brochures, “I know we’re just here for Yoongi, but after seeing his work we could check out other producers too.” 

“Oh my god, Kim Woosik is here? Tae-hyung, Jimin-hyung, please come with me to see his work!” Jungkook begs, grasping his hyungs shoulders. 

“Okay, okay, Kook. We can go there after we see Yoongi’s exhibit,” Jimin says, ruffling Jungkook’s hair fondly. 

Jungkook scans the brochure, then his eyes widen.

“No no, hyung, we have to go now.” He says, panicked. “His exhibit leaves in half an hour, hyung! Half an hour! We need to go now. We can visit Yoongi-hyung after!” 

“Okay, fine-“ Before Taehyung can get any more words out Jungkook drags him and Jimin towards the stairs. 

“Bye guys! We’ll see you later, I guess.” Jimin calls, then grins as Jungkook forces him up the stairs.

The remaining guys and I look at each other, bemused at what just happened. 

“I’ll be more mature, but Hobi-hyung, do you want to check out SUMIN’s exhibit? It’s also only here for another half an hour,” Namjoon says, turning to Hobi. 

“Sure, Namjoon-ah,” he says, looping his arm through Namjoon’s. “Lead the way.”

They wave and head to the elevators, leaving me with Jin.

“Well, I know I don’t know much about the music industry, but I just want to go see Yoongi first,” I say, awkward at the sudden quiet. 

“It’s okay, I’ll go with you,” Jin says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It’s on the fourth floor, so let’s go this way.” 

He steers me to the elevators and clicks the up button. 

“Don’t you have famous people that you want to see?” I ask, confused as to why Jin didn’t go with any of the others.

“Sure, but I want to see Yoongi too,” Jin says, a soft smile on his face. “And what better company than you?” 

Ding! The elevator slides open, and a couple steps out as Jin and I get in. 

“That’s so sweet,” I say as I click the four button. “I’m glad to have you as company too.” 

We start going up and get past the second floor. Then, clunk. 

Oh no.

“Um, Jin,” I turn to the man next to me. “I think we’re stuck.” 

“Ah shit, seriously?” He asks, looking for the emergency phone. 

For some reason, I find this situation funny. 

“I guess the universe just doesn’t want us to see Yoongi.” I throw my arms up, making Jin chuckle. 

“Yeah. And our lazy asses didn’t want to walk like four flights of stairs so we took the elevator. Wait until the maknaes find out about this.” 

Jin finds the red phone and holds it up to his ear. 

“Hello? Hi, yes we’re stuck. Mhm. Okay. How long?” 

As he converses I look at the mirrored wall on the back of the elevator. I fix my hair and Jin hangs up the phone. 

“Okay, so they said that it should only be about 10-15 minutes until they can fix it,” Jin says, and I turn back to face him. 

“Okay. That’s not too bad I guess,” I say, sliding down to sit on the floor. I pull out my phone. Damn. Ten percent. 

Jin sits next to me and laughs as I wince at my phone charge.

“Low battery?” He teases, pulling his phone out smugly and shows me. 

Sixty seven percent? Screw him, I think.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” I grumble, annoyed that now I can’t play Block Blast while we wait. 

“We could always play a game,” Jin suggests. 

“I guess so. Do you have any on your phone?” I ask, shifting to reach for it. But the guy just pockets it and chuckles. 

“Nope. Sorry. I’m not a game type of person,” Jin says, shrugging while I roll my eyes. 

What kind of weirdo doesn’t have a singular game on their phone? 

“Not even those stupid default ones, like Wordscapes or Sudoku?” I whine, desperate to do something. Yeah, I think I might be addicted to technology.

Jin scoffs. 

“You know, not all games are online,” he says, poking my side. I flinch and scoot away from him. 

“Like what?” I ask, suspicious of the look in his eye. 

“How about we play two truths and a lie?” He suggests, making me sigh.

“Fiiine. Only because there’s nothing else to do.” I adjust to now sit cross legged in front of Jin. 

“Okay, I’ll go first.” Jin leans forward. “I have a trust fund, I’m bisexual, and I can open a bag of chips with my toes.”

What the hell are these options? I side eye Jin.

“You seem like the type to be a trust fund baby..” I ponder, making a smile tug at his lips. 

“Go on.” He just smiles as I struggle to decide. 

The bisexual thing came out of nowhere, but opening a bag of chips with one’s toes also is so weird. But, the chip one is oddly specific, making me think it’s the truth. 

“The lie is that you’re bisexual,” I say confidently. I mean, Jin is gay, so the likelihood of him being bisexual is lower than the likelihood of him not having a trust fund. 

Jin smirks, then leans in towards my ear. I wait eagerly to hear that I’m right.

“Incorrect,” he whispers.

He pulls away, leaving me stunned. What was that? He is bi? Oh my god. So he likes girls too, like Hwasa told me. 

“Okay, you got me there,” I say nervously, suddenly aware of how small the elevator is and how hot it is in here, “So tell me the lie.”

Jin just shakes his head, that damn smirk still on his plump lips.

“There is no lie, honey,” he says, relishing in my lack of a response. 

My brain feel like it’s short circuiting. So Jin has a trust fund, makes sense. He’s bi, which is definitely new information. Maybe he’s bluffing about that? I should ask one of the boys about it. Maybe Namjoon? Or even Yoongi? Wait that means-

“You can open a bag of chips with your toes?” I blurt out, flushing as I see Jin laugh. 

“Yes, I can. And don’t look so weirded out,” he chides, making me change my expression. 

Then I realize something.

“You cheated in the game!” I cry out, shoving Jin’s shoulder. “You’re supposed to have a lie! Not all truths!” 

Jin holds up his hands in a surrender motion. “Woah, woah. I just wanted to spice it up a little, honey,” he says. 

I pout childishly. “Yeah, but how am I supposed to beat that? It’s not like-“

Clunk. 

Woah, the elevator started again. That was quicker than I thought, which I’m grateful for because Jin is making me flustered. Not that I would admit that, though.

Jin hops up and holds out a hand to me. I ignore it, making him chuckle. 

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” He asks innocently. 

I cross my arms and ignore him, enjoying the petty game I’m playing. 

Ding! The doors open and I step out. Having memorized where Yoongi’s gallery is, I immediately pivot to the right on the tiled floor. 

“Y/n!” Jin is beside me but I walk faster, ignoring him. “Come on!” 

I hold in my giggles until I reach the sturdy-looking wood door with Min Yoongi on it. 

I hurriedly open and shut the door, right in Jin’s face. This time I do giggle, because I hear a “Hey!” from outside. 

Inside is a spacious room with headphones all around connected to screens with the title of a song. I guess people listen to each song individually with the headphones. 

There’s only one person in here: a girl in the corner, listening to a song titled “Haegeum.” 

“Is there someone out there?" 

I turn my head and there's Yoongi, sitting in a comfortable looking gray chair with a sign that has his name on it behind him. He has a bemused look on his face. 

"Oh! Uh, no. No one important," I say, still holding the door shut. It's quiet outside, making me wonder if Jin gave up. 

"Mhm. Sure." Yoongi's phone starts to ring, and he looks at the caller ID then answers it. "Yes, hyung?" 

Oh shit. 

"You want me to open the door?" He asks, a smirk beginning to form on his face as he looks at me, my back still pressed against the door and hand on the knob. "Okay, no problem." 

He hangs up and walks casually over to me. 

"Hey Y/n," he says, looking me straight in the eye. 

I gulp before responding. "Yes?" 

"Mind moving? What if other people want to come in to see my exhibit?" He crosses his arms as I contemplate my choice. 

If I don't give in, then I risk other people not being able to come see Yoongi's work, which could be harmful. And, I think I've taken this game a little far now. 

"Okay fine," I say, moving away from the door. No sooner do I step to the side, the door swings open and Jin bursts in. 

"Finally! Yah, Y/n, were you really going to continue to keep me out of Yoongi's exhibit?! That's the whole reason why we're here!" He's being really loud, and the girl in the corner quickly exits through the door at the other end of the exhibit. 

"Shh, Jin," I chasten, "We need to be quiet and not dwell on the past. Yoongi here is going to show us his songs, right Yoodles?" 

I grab his arm and lead him to the first set of headphones, Jin sputtering but following us. The song title reads "D-Day." 

"So, tell us about this album of yours Yoodles," I say, now genuinely curious about his new songs. 

Yoongi pauses, trying to find the right words. Jin is silent now, making it a thoughtful quiet in the room. 

"This album, titled D-Day, is all about me showing my personal path to being free of social expectations. Liberation, per se, of those pressures that people put on me." He thinks some more before speaking again. "It's also about my internal struggles too. I tried to really tell my story in this album, and I hope that you and everyone who listens to it can resonate it some way."

Yoongi's cheeks are slightly pink under the dim lighting, and I can tell he doesn't like talking about his work much. 

"Wow. That was so..beautiful," I say, even more excited to start listening to the songs. "I'm going to start listening now!" 

I pick up the headphones and press play. 

~

I finish listening to all the songs and reach the end, where Yoongi's sitting back in his chair. Jin is currently listening to one of my favorites, "AMYGDALA." 

"Yoongi, I don't know what to say," I stop in front of his chair. "That was..amazing. You have such a beautiful way with words."

"Thank you," he says, happiness seeping through his words, "That means a lot. This album was my most personal one yet, and I'm glad you enjoyed listening to it." 

"You know, AMYGDALA and Snooze were my two favorites. The rest were good too, don't get me wrong!" I say, "But those two just stuck out the most to me." 

"Why's that?" Yoongi asks, tilting his head, his expression unreadable. 

I pause. Why was is those two struck something in me? Maybe because of the meanings and stories behind them both. 

"It's okay if you're unsure." Yoongi smiles gently at me as I look down at my Converse on the dark carpet. "Music and art in general can be so hard to describe and one may not understand why a piece may be more meaningful than others. So, if you can't tell me, now or ever, it's okay. I'm just glad my music made you feel something." 

How can such a person exist? He put my thoughts exactly into words, but I still want to try to express my thoughts to Yoongi.  

"No, I want to try," I say, determined to attempt to explain. "AMYGDALA just felt so personal, and I'm grateful to be able to listen to your story in such an emotional and raw way. I could sense your internal struggles too, during that song, and the want to be quote unquote 'saved.'" I fidget as I try to think of a way to describe Snooze. Yoongi nevers breaks eye contact, silently urging me to continue with the calming weight of his stare. So I do.

"Snooze felt more directed towards the listener too. You're telling the listeners that the road to success and happiness may be hard, but don't give up on your dreams. It's okay to have good and bad days, as we are all only human." I'm on a roll now. "Every day, good or bad, you tell the listeners that you are there for them; that you will be a pillar of support for them even if they are struggling. That's what so beautiful about Snooze: the way you assure your listeners that everything will be okay, even if it's not right now."

I stop, and look at Yoongi. He's gazing up at me, looking like an angel under the dim lighting. The ebony color of his hair is highlighted with the light, making it seem as if he's glowing. His eyes are impossibly soft, and his lips are curved up slightly. The almost admirable look on his face makes me nervous, for some reason. 

"What's wrong. Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, worried that he may think my interpretation is bad. Oh no. What if I misunderstood what he was trying to get across? This is why I don't say my thoughts out loud. 

"No reason," he replies, fully smiling now. I look away, still slightly confused about his weird behavior.

"Okaay, so how much longer is your exhibit?" I ask him as Jin comes over to us, also finished listening to the album. 

"About an hour. Will you guys still be here when I'm done?" Yoongi asks, directing the question mostly to Jin. 

"Ah, probably. The rest of the crew needs to come in here and see your exhibit still, and I don't doubt that they will come at the end because they lost track of time in their current echibits," Jin says, rolling his eyes but with no malice behind it. 

"Speaking of, did you guys have any other exhibits you wanted to visit?" Yoongi asks, resting his hand on his cheek as he looks at us. 

"There was one," JIn says, checking the brochure. "And it closes in half an hour, so I'd better get going. You coming, Yn? Or are you staying here with Yoongi?" 

I look at the empty exhibit and think that this would be a good time to ask Yoongi about what Jin said in the elevator. 

"I'll catch up later," I tell Jin. 

He nods and waves goodbye to Yoongi and I. 

The door shuts and I'm left alone with Yoongi. 

"So, any reason as to why you wanted to stay here with me?" Yoongi asks shifting in his chair. 

My stomach starts to get a weird feeling in it. How do I bring up this? It’s a very sensitive topic and what if Jin was just teasing me in the elevator? I don't want to be wrong or sound rude. 

"Hey." Yoongi's in front of me now, concerned look on his face. When did he get up?

"Hmm?" I ask, looking up at him. 

"Is everything okay?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed with worry. "You seem to have drifted off in your thoughts again." 

Oh gosh, he must think I don't care. 

"Oh sorry! I didn't mean to, I was just thinking-" I start to say, but he interrupts me.

"You don't need to apologize. I noticed that sometimes you have longer thoughts in your head that may need a moment to process. I just wanted to make sure those thoughts weren't bad," Yoongi explains, gently leading me to his chair. 

I try to protest, saying that I don't need to sit, but his look makes me sit. 

The chair is very comfortable, I will admit that.

"Now, what's wrong? Clearly something is on your mind," he says, pulling out a stool that I didn't see earlier.

I guess I’ll just go for it. But I definitely need to explain some context. 

"Jin and I got stuck in the elevator coming to see your exhibit," I start, but pause when Yoongi laughs. "Hey, it's not that funny," I pout. 

"Sure it's not. Continue, please," he says, crossing his legs. 

"We were bored. So, we decided to play the game of two truths and a lie." Oh boy, here we go. "Jin went first. He said that he had a trust fund, could open a bag of chips with his toes, and..." I trail off and swallow. God, why is this so hard? It shouldn't be.

"What did that idiot say?" Yoongi asks. "If he said something inappropriate or weird, you can tell me. Sometimes he says things that he doesn't mean," Yoongi says, making eye contact with me. 

"No, it's not that," I say, "It's just something that was weird. He said that he was bisexual." 

There. It's out in the open now. 

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for Yoongi's response. I can tell he's thinking about what to say. 

"So there was no lie?" Is the first thing out of his mouth. 

"I guess not," I whisper, as Yoongi just confirmed that Jin is bi. 

"Does him being bi make you uncomfortable?" Yoongi asks, and I can tell he's analyzing my reaction. How do I explain to him that it makes me the opposite of uncomfortable? That is gives me hope that I shouldn't have about Jin and the rest of them? 

"No, of course not." I say firmly, not wanting Yoongi to think that I'm judging Jin for being bi. 

"Okay, so tell me. How do you feel?" Yoongi gaze is pinned on me, but not in a harsh way. Instead, it's one of curiousity. 

I choose my words carefully. 

"I feel a little surprised. To be honest, I thought that he would only be gay." I hope that came out not in an offensive way. 

"Yeah, that's fair. All of us are obviously gay, but some of us are bi too. And then some of us don't have a specific label on our orientation." Yoongi shrugs, then continues. "Jin-hyung, Jimin, and Hobi are all bi. Namjoon, Tae, and I don't have a specific label. We just like who we like, and don't worry too much about the specifics. As for Jungkook, he's still figuring it out. He knows he's gay, that's obvious enough. But on whether or not he likes women, that remains to be seen for sure." Yoongi stops for a moment, letting the words sink in. 

That helps me have some insight on the boys and their feelings. Hwasa was right, in a way. They all may like girls, some more sure about that than others. The selfish part of me is happy that I could have a chance. 

I nod, and Yoongi continues, seemingly satisfied with my minimal reponse.

"But Jungkook has time. All of us have time, to be honest. There is no timeline to figuring yourself out. I could be 80 and still finding out new things about myself. I hope that clears up some things."

He is so poetic. I love the way that he describes things, and helps me to understand without feeling stupid. My ex would often explain things to me, but I would feel small and stupid after. 

"It does, thank you." I appreciate the insight that Yoongi gave me about him and the rest of the other boys. I know it can be difficult to share that part of yourself, but it's clear that the boys and Yoongi aren't afraid of telling me about themselves. 

As I visit other exhibits by myself, I find my thoughts straying to what Yoongi said about figuring oneself out. I feel old, but in reality I haven't even lived half my life yet. Those six months I wasted on my ex have still impacted me, even after we broke up. Why am I letting him affect me so much? My time with him may have felt long, but I have so many years ahead without him. I need to progress without worrying about him. The journey may be bumpy, but I need to try to figure myself out now, even if it does take time. 

When I meet the boys in the lobby, I feel more more calm with my thoughts, Yoongi's words helping me more than he knows. 

"Everyone ready?" Namjoon asks, as we all nod then head out. We're going out to dinner to celebrate Yoongi's album, and split between two cars, with half of us going with Jin and the other half going with Yoongi. 

I go with Yoongi, along with Jimin and Hobi. 

"I call shotgun!" I cheer as the other two groan, too busy talking to even think about it. I smile at Yoongi as I climb into the passenger seat. 

Jimin and Hobi are distracted by their own conversation, so I take the chance to quietly talk to Yoongi. 

"Hey, I just wanted to say that our conversation this afternoon was really helpful, so thank you" I look at the road, not having the courage to look Yoongi in the eye. 

"I'm glad," he replies, glancing over at me, then focusing back on the road. 

There's a lull. Jimin and Hobi's conversation is still happening, but it's like background noise. I gaze out the window at the sky, painted in fiery hues of orange and red. 

It happens so quick, like a blink. 

One second and Yoongi's hand is on mine. His touch is warm, comforting. I don't look at him and he doesn't look at me, but I can tell in that moment there's a shift. The air seems lighter, the sunset more vibrant. 

I hold his hand tighter.

Between the passive-aggressive comments from Namjoon and Yoongi, the absolutely adorable moments from Jungkook, and  Hoseok, and Seokjin's loud nature you didn't have a moment to yourself. Pair that with trying to make Taehyung feel comfortable and Jimin wanting your attention. You were running ragged.

Well, when you looked around they all were wanting your attention, each hybrid was a little possessive over you as their owner. Even Yoongi who constantly claimed he didn't want to be a part of any government program or any home in general, would occasionally growl or hiss in the corner whenever Jimin or Taehyung got too close.

You thought perhaps he was the most protective of you as he was severely touch starved and secretly loved the idea of being loved and wanted by someone. He spent his days and nights cold and alone on the streets and having somewhere warm and dry with someone who cared for his wellbeing was filling a missing piece in his life. It must scare him seeing the opportunity there but not allowing himself to fully let you into his heart as he held it so close as it was left frail and weak from his previous hurt.

When the groceries arrived the poor delivery man had to deal with seven very protective Hybrids who hovered making sure that you were constantly safe at that moment. Having a stranger in the house was not exactly fun for them.

"Yoongi?" You looked over the table from the game of cards Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin had roped you into with their big innocent eyes and swishing tails. You saw Yoongi's ear twitch and his body tensing slightly as he opened his eyes lazily to meet you. You grinned at him watching his tail swish once before it stilled.

"What do you need?" He sat up stretching and walking over to the table and looking over your shoulder at your cards and humming. 

"I wondered if you wanted to pick something for dinner, there is a folder in the draw I filled with recipes I know how to cook, but if you want something else I can try to make it for you and also there is another folder of fast food menu's if you want something else?" You said turning your head he was very close his head almost on your shoulder but he restrained himself from the final move to touch you intentionally.

Perhaps he was scared of getting too close and eventually being abandoned once more. Yoongi was looking in the draws and frowning, "I can't find any folders"

Placing your cards down with a warning to the boys, you strode into the kitchen you saw him crouched by the draw searching and you smiled searching for the folder and found it. 

"These two purple folders," You handed them over making sure your hands brush trying to encourage subtle touches and his tail swished a few times. Knowing the kitchen counter was obstructing the view of you both from the others you took the chance to show him a bit of much-deserved affection, unable to stop yourself you placed your hand on his soft hair and tousled it with a bright smile. 

His cheeks went pink as he ducked his head, his tail was swishing back and forth rapidly and he took a deep breath and stood up placing the folders on the counter. He cleared his throat fixing his expression, not wanting to appear too pleased by the reaction.

Thinking it was best not to overwhelm him you returned back to your card game while he chose something for dinner. Upon returning you saw your cards askew from how you left them and some cheeky grins on the other boys’ faces.

"You sneaky rotten boys, what did I say about cheating!" you laughed shocked, and messed up their hair, the two feline hybrids whining and swatting your hands away to fix their hair back into place. Taehyung was overjoyed his tail rapidly swatting back and forth and leaning in wanting more.

You were scratching his scalp gently and he laid his head down on the table happily his eyes closed in content. Yoongi approached with the book hesitating behind you, not wanting to interrupt and you assumed feeling nervous to ask for something as simple as dinner. He was the type who didn't want to be a burden or feel reliant on you, but you turned.

"Did you find something for our dinner Yoongi?" You encouraged and his cheeks flushed, he held out the folder opened on the page and he shuffled not saying a word not wanting to bring himself to say the words.

"I wasn’t really sure, I picked one at random," suspecting he really wanted the dish but didn't want to seem too keen if you said no. You nodded wanting to give him anything he asked for, you were very good at reading Hybrids having grown up with Jimin and others just like him.

You placed your hand on his pulling the book down and pointing at the dish, "What meat would you like in it, and should we do noodles or rice?" 

"I like it with Noodles but if we make it with rice, I can make a lot of fun little side dishes which I like too, what do you like?"

"I am not sure?” he mumbled nervously at the thought of being given an ultimatum

“Good idea, I will start now and we can have all of the above, there are so many of us, it would be nice to have lots of everything,” You looked up at him an idea struck, you were supposed to teach these boys to be independent, “do you maybe want to help me make it?”

“Uh I have never made anything, but I can try, or if it’s too much we don’t need to eat?” Taehyung whined at his words and you laughed. 

“You don’t have to Yoongi, I thought you might like to learn for fun, so if every I am not home or if I might get sick or something, you will be able to eat good food” Clarifying that you were in no way trying to condition him into becoming your personal chef.

“I can help,” he nodded, you were still unsure if he was agreeing so as to not get in trouble but you would take it hoping to make the experience fun. “Okay, let’s get all the ingredients out it says, and put it on the counter right here”

“Do you need help with anything?” You smiled, placing your hand on his wave to gently nudge him aside to grab the bottle of sesame oil.

“I can’t find the garlic?” Yoongi was ashamed he had failed already.

“Oh, I bought a jar of minced Garlic to save time, so that’s all the ingredients found” Leading him from the walk-in pantry you lead him to the middle of the kitchen and took an apron, it was black and you slipped it over his head and walked around tying it up. “We can’t have your clothes getting dir-”

It was then you noticed how old and tattered his clothes were, the collar was stretched and the back of his jeans was ripped and stained from where he stood on the legs. Taking a small breath.

“Could everyone make a list of things they want or need in their rooms, in the bathroom or clothing and shoe wise? We can all go shopping tomorrow” Walking Yoongi to the sink you washed your hands together and smiled over at him playfully flicking water at him, he gave a tiny smile and wiped his face on his sleeve.

The two of you got cooking, as you taught him Seokjin sat at the breakfast bar on one of the tall stools and watched intently. It was honestly cute to see them all interested in everyday things, things that Hybrids weren’t exactly expected or taught how to do. 

Something as simple as feeding themselves. It was sad how many Hybrids were punished with no food or left to starve so it was nice to teach them how to cook for themselves and put some of that power into their hands.

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