Song Recommendation: Dead Leaves - BTS

Jungkook. 

After my little outburst, Jeonghan had forgiven me with a mere 'I understand how you feel.' I don't know how I could ever repay him for the kindness he's shown me, even though Bangtan and Seventeen were close, Jeonghan and I had never really talked on a more emotional level, but now that we have, I feel like there's someone I can go to who'll understand my feelings. 

On the other hand Mingyu was silently shadowing over Jeonghan, he doesn't know exactly what was happening, but he was still cautious of me and what I'd do, I guess he was just worried about Jeonghan's safety and well-being. I wouldn't blame him though, If i had caught one of my teammates being ually harassed, I would never leave them alone. Although I gained someone who I can talk to, I may have lost another along the way but I hope Mingyu and I can reconcile soon on better terms. 

Eventually Yoongi had made his way through the bathroom doors, and one look at everyone, it seemed as if he knew exactly what had happened within these four walls. I can't tell if I found that comforting or terrifying. I picked myself up from the ground and away from the comfort of Jeonghan's arms, making my way out of the bathroom doors, muttering a small thank you. 

My shoulders brushed up against Yoongi's and I made my way back to the restaurant, but not before hearing three voices talking in hushed voices behind me. Everyone was just as I left them, loud, drunk and some were starting to doze of here and there. "I think it's about time we head back to our hotel." Namjoon soon announced. 

We said our goodbyes to the Seventeen members, I took a little longer then usual when I got to Jeonghan, expressing my regret and thanks to him as much as I could before I got pulled back into the van. I've never felt so exhausted and emotionally drained in my whole life but the blood running through my veins and my beating heart thought otherwise. My knee was bouncing constantly and I couldn't find it in my self to calm down.

I don't know why I was so anxious, was it because I knew Yoongi would call me out or was it because of everything else that went down tonight, I couldn't put my finger on it. I felt sweat gather at my hairline as the van stopped at our destination. Everyone made their way out into the cold winter night, but it felt terribly hot to me. 

"Yah Jungkook. Let's get a drink." Without waiting for a answer let alone a reaction, Yoongi dragged away from the rest of our members and staff towards the vending machines in the lobby. We pushed the buttons for hot black coffee, and threw one at me. I barely caught it. 

Now seated in the waiting room, dead in the middle of the night undisturbed by the sounds of people. We sipped our coffee slowly. I could feel Yoongi's intimidating stare burning a hole into my head.

He cleared his throat and I braced myself for the consequences of my actions. "I'm sorry Jungkook." My eyes snapped open, shock clearly present in them. "I'm sorry for telling you to forget about your feelings and being too harsh with my words." I was breathless, Yoongi had never been the one to directly express how he felt about things, so I didn't know what to say. 

He placed his empty coffee can into the bin with a small clack and put a hand on my shoulder. Warmth spread inside me, all the way down to my toes, and I unconsciously leaned my head against the flat of his stomach, as he used his other hand to rub circles around my back. "You know sometimes I forget how young you are and how much of your childhood you've missed. I'm sorry Jungkook, I'm sorry for not realizing how hard you've been trying all this time. You've done well."

For once I felt content with the way things were going, although Seokjin didn't love me back and I was bound in this one-sided love, it felt okay. I felt happy. Yoongi dropped me off outside me room, with a 'Come to me if you need to talk.' 

It was only then when I realized that I would be sharing a room with Seokjin. Taking a dream breath I went through the door separating us and I was immediately faced with miles of untouched pale skin and glistening water droplets. There in the middle of the room, Seokjin was raking a towel through his hair, only in pants. I let out a small squeak and he turned around with a small smile. 

"Ah I just came out of the shower, do you wanna take one?" He asked, finally slipping on a shirt, but that didn't help much, I already felt heat traveling through my body with the image of a wet shirtless Seokjin burned into my consciousness. 

"Jungkook is everything okay? You look a little pale." Concerned about my appearance, Seokjin stepped forward and placed his palm against my forehead. I couldn't help but lean into his touch for a split second before he jerked his hand away. 

"You're burning up!" Everything felt like a blur, one second I was leaning into his hand, the next I was tucked into bed w