Jungkook does not feel like the golden maknae at this moment. In fact, he feels more like throwing up. He had been so excited about the thought of going out with Yoongi, but now that the day has arrived, he is sick to his stomach. Added to that the embarrassment of his interaction with Yoongi the day before and Jungkook thinks he may fake sick till he can regain his confidence.

He can’t help the giggle that escapes as he remembers Yoongi calling him cute. He will conveniently forget the part where he called him cute because he was blushing like a thirteen-year-old girl who just met Justin Beiber.

“Kookie hide me,” Taehyung comes barreling into the room.

“Why what did you do to Jin hyung now?” Jungkook asks.

“How’d you know,” Taehyung’s eyes are big with shock.

Had Jungkook been more together he would have played the boy a bit telling him he could read his mind. But right now not even tricking the gullible Taehyung would calm him.

“He’s the only one you hide from. Everyone else lets you get away with stuff,” Jungkook says honestly.

Taehyung climbs behind him on the bed; his lips are set in an “O”.

Jungkook lays on his side creating a barrier to block Taehyung from view.

At that moment, Jin opens his door.

“Taehyung I am not that elderly that I can’t see you hiding behind Kookie, but I am going to let it go this time. I think Jungkook may need some best friend time. But you come into the kitchen one more time before dinner is ready, and I am going to break your hands, got it?” The man says with a beautiful smile.

Both boys shiver that hyung was not to be trifled with. Jin may look soft and gentle, but he was dangerous, and both boys knew it.

“Nae hyung,” Taehyung says from behind Jungkook scooting closer to the younger boy.

The older man shuts the doors behind and leaves them alone.

“Shouldn't you be getting ready?” Taehyung asks.

“I am dressed hyung,” Jungkook states.

“Then why are you in bed?”

“Because I think I am gonna throw-up. Plus my bed and I have developed a relationship, and I feel like if I leave now I’ll break the trust we’ve built. Think Yoongi hyung will accept that as a reason for us not going out?” Jungkook’s eyes are pleading.

Taehyung giggles, insecure Jungkook is super adorable.

“I don’t think so, but I would so love to see you tell him that,” Taehyung is outright laughing.

“Not funny hyung,” Jungkook sighs and throws the covers off.

He really is dressed, and for some reason that makes Taehyung laugh more.

“You look nice, it’s a little unfair that you look so y in casual clothing. Seriously Jungkook if this singing thing doesn’t work out become a model or a clothing designer.” Taehyung praises the boy.

Because right now dressed in a white long sleeve t-shirt with black writing and black faux leather gym pants, with a white stripe down the side the boy looks sinful and innocent ta the same time.

A knock at the door has Jungkook contemplating jumping back in bed and hiding behind Taehyung.

Taehyung notices the boy’s fear, “Want me to get that for you?”

Jungkook nods his head, eyes glued to the door.

Yoongi steps in looking equally as comfortable in all black and Jungkook swallows hard because the man’s fair complexion is positively radiant in contrast to the dark clothing.

“You ready to go?” Yoongi’s deep voice wraps around the words and Jungkook feels his heart rate pick up speed.