#I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be doing my work and procrastranating it but... I just had to do this. To get it out of my system. Please subscribe and comment, pretty please and hope you guys have a great day. btw, I typed this out on my phone. Also, thank you guys for the people had subscribe and commented. The upvote as well! It really made my day 😊

Yoonhee was merely pretending when the latter had casually slipped into the convenience store, noticing how the man had a faded color of mint as his hair color. There was even something shining from his chest and she had assumed it was a necklace, naturally bumping against his chest as he walked and a sling bag that was slightly hidden behind him. He almost looked familiar to her except that, the girl couldn't exactly see him properly without her glasses. 

She let her eyes fluttered close when the man came nearer to her, accidentally pushing the box of beverages that was already at the edge of the counter, feeling shy all of the sudden. Her ears perked up at the sound of him gasping and she couldn't help but want to scold him for cursing. She held herself back by innocently pushing the small box even more, not knowing it was already at the verge of falling.

The girl had wanted to jump out of her seat, not having the smooth texture of cardboard against her knuckles just like the few moments before. Raising her head up, she noticed how the man had saved the box of drinks. A soft smile forming over her face as she rested her head into her crossed arms again, eyes slightly going over the man's features since she was too curious for her own good. Yoonhee had hid herself almost immediately, barely noticing how the latter had already stood up after his awkward split.

A groan almost slipping out from her parted lips as her forehead agressively knocked against the cold metal of the cashier counter to avoid the man from knowing that she was only pretending to sleep. Yoonhee had forced herself to continue pretending but, she didn't knew he would knock his knuckles just right beside her head, startling her so much that she ended up raising her arms first instead of her head. Her right fist connecting with something soft and hard at the same time for a brief second before she pretended to yawn, acting as if she had just woken up from her slumber.

Her stomach churning in guilt, eyes finally fell at the sight of the latter holding dearly onto his nose. Now, she knew what had happened, noticing the red trail coming out from one of the latter's nostril. Yoonhee had wanted to say sorry and be grateful at the same time but, the embarrassment was so much more bigger than both of those combined that she just ultimately blurted what had came to her mind first.

"You're bleeding, mister,"

Yoonhee had noticed how the man had grinded his teeth in irritation, his jaw tensing and both his hands that rested at his sides were clutched into fists as he stormed out of the convenience store. The ends of her lips twitched out of pure guilt, scolding herself while her eyes still followed the angry figure before ruffling her middle length hair in dismay. The girl tucked her lower lip with her teeth, looking at the ceiling briefly before looking at her worn out slippers.

Yoonhee blew a raspberry, her bangs flying from the effect of it as it fell back to their current position when she stopped doing it. Propping her arms over the cashier counter, the girl covered the bottom half of her face with her small hands as she felt her cheeks flushed. Her mind rewinding the scene all over again as the embarrassment grew even more as the time went by and she couldn't help but think of how cute the latter was despite in his angered state.

"I freaking punched him in the nose..." She groaned out loud, leaning against her chair before standing up abruptly that the chair toppled backwards from the impact. Her right arm raised in the air, pointing at the closed door as she sighed, her cheeks painted scarlet red. Her words came out in a hushed tone as if, embarrassed for even having the time to think about it. "And he was cute too, totally your type, you idiot..." 

The 20 year old girl whined to herself, rearranging the cans of beverage that the man from before had saved it from falling. She pursed her lips, stopping herself from smiling as the memory fleeted in her mind to how the man had awkwardly made a split over the floor just to save the beverages from hitting the floor. Yoonhee giggled like an idiot, totally out of character for her as a dumb smile plastered over her face.

"I punched a cute guy,"

***

"That girl is crazy, I tell you," Yoongi grumbled, accepting the ice pack from Hoseok who almost bursted laughing again at the very sight of the purple bruise perfectly forming on Yoongi's nose, right at the very tip of it.

"Some interesting girl you met there," Hoseok chuckled lightly at the angered scowl painting the latter's face instead of the regular depressed mood he would have ever since, the tour started. Yoongi scoffed and moments afterwards, he whinced out of pain from pressuring the ice pack too much over the tip of his nose.

"For a girl to pack a punch like that... She is something," Yoongi couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation when he had only tried to help the cashier girl from being in trouble. Suddenly, the door to the apartment creaked open and the other two cringed at the sound, reminding themselves to oil the rusty hinges of the front door when they have the time. 

"What happened here?" Namjoon inquired lethargicly, throwing his backpack over the couch where Hoseok sat on. Then, he had hopped over the couch as well and looked curiously to where the eldest one was, still patiently waiting for an answer. Yoongi sighed, properly holding the ice pack over the tip of his nose as his eyes hardened, staring at the ceiling above him. His cheeks were red in shame, pursing his lips into a firm thin line before answering the curious male. "Some girl punched me,"

The keyboardist had held back the laugh he wanted to let out, the ends of his lips twitching at the sight of the guitarist glaring at him. In the end, he had to hid the smile of amusement behind his hand as he pretended to cough. "At least, you're not being moppy about it," He teased, letting himself to relax against the soft cushions of the old brown couch. Namjoon's hair looking like a mess as if, he had been ruffling his hair all this time like he was in deep thought.

"What are you on about ?" Yoongi slanted his eyes at them, noticing how the both of them were shooting knowing looks, mostly Hoseok though while Namjoon had a somewhat a guilty look in his tired eyes.

"Nothing~" Hoseok sang out, turning his head sideways to focus on Namjoon, who had gently squeezed his shoulder to gain his attention. The brunette had smiled at him tiredly, a dent forming at both sides of his cheeks, showing his precious dimples.

"Can you go get some water for me ?"  Hoseeok had just nodded his head quickly, heading towards the kitchen for Namjoon without thinking twice to grab food for all three of them as well. Silence fell between them for a moment as the brunette had glanced at Hoseok for one last time before, focusing on Yoongi. His eyes plastered on the older one as he rested his arms over his knees, his lips before starting his words. A serious aura hovering over the latter, making Yoongi uncomfortable at the sight of it as if, he knew he wouldn't like the topic that Namjoon would brought up and unfortunately, he was right.

"How come you never told us that Saera was apparently dating Jungkook ?"

Yoongi's eyes went wide as saucers, sitting up almost immediately as he threw the ice pack away, forgetting the throbbing pain coming from the tip of his nose as he asked Namjoon. "How did you know ?" The brunette in return had sighed, glancing at the kitchen from where he sat as he ruffled his already messy hair, leaning against the couch again.

The taller one had bit on his lip, wondering for a moment if he should even answer the latter's question when, there was an even urgent matter in this situation. "I had a drink just now with Jimin, Jungkook's roommate.. Still remember him?"

Yoongi smirked, picking up the ice pack again as he let himself to rest on the couch again, thinking he was able to divert Namjoon's attention. "Yeah, sure. That short Busan guy,"

"Like you're that tall," Namjoon playfully snickered by himself, earning a glare from the guitarist before he focused back to what he really wanted to say.

"Anyways.. how come, hyung ?" Namjoon's went serious again and Yoongi only kept quiet, letting his back showing to Namjoon as a sign that he was not interested on proceeding with the topic. The younger one had only sighed, his efforts were futile as the words he kept to himself all this time finally spilled out.

"Is that why.. You have been so sad all this time?"

The mint hair sighed, his jaw and figure tensing as he spoke up. "I'm not in the mood to talk about this.."

"But hyung.."

"If you still want to talk about this then, I'll just go sleep at the studio instead," Yoongi piped up, dropping the ice pack over the couch, ignoring the fact that it would make the couch wet  as he pulled onto his sling bag that was laid at his feet and he went passed Namjoon.

"If you're going to keep avoiding this then, when will you ever get over her?" The older one had stopped walking by then, his hands balled into fists as he turned by the ball of his rigth foot, facing Namjoon only halfway as he glared at him. His expression distressed from the unexpected situation he was in.

"What? How?" The younger male had stood up, walking to where Yoongi was as he had his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, explaining himself to the latter.

"It's been pretty obvious since, the first day we met her. Jungkook might not see it or he's just ignoring it seeing how you never made an attempt to change things betwe-" The mint hair had cutted him off, finally blowing up at the words Namjoon had uttered as he threw his sling bag away, storming to where the younger one was.

"STOP ! JUST STOP !" He yelled out loud, both of them ignoring the crashing sound that had originated from the kitchen as the atmostphere went tensed as Yoongi glared at Namjoon despite, himself being towered over the younger lad and the tears stinging his eyes.

"Just because I never tried anything now, does not mean..."

"I. NEVER. TRIED. ANYTHING. IN. THE. PAST." He enunciated on every word, poking Namjoon on he chest as he let the frustration got the better of him. Yoongi finally calmed down a bit as he took a step back, taking his sling bag into his hand as he pinched the bridge of his nose before glancing at the keyboardist.

"Just let me be... I need time to move on.. I'll be okay, soon enough," With that, Yoongi had fleed off from the situation, leaving Namjoon worried and stressed for the older man as Hoseok finally had the chance to pop up from all the commotion he had heard from the kitchen.

"What happened ?" Namjoon smiled painfully, dimples still present as he turned around to squeeze Hoseok on the shoulder as assurance before heading to his own room to sleep off the pounding headache he had.

"It's nothing, Hoseok,"