I like Namjoon's voice.

When he talks to me, at least. He talks differently to different people. It's weird. 

Namjoon walks over to me, and slaps me playfully on the back. Oh . I look up from my phone, trying my hardest to keep myself cool. He smiles.

"Hey, hyung!"

"H-hi!"

"So..what're you doing?"

"Um...checking Twitter...why?"

"Oh, I was gonna ask if you wanted to help produce some songs with me-"

Yes. This will be fun. And I love watching Namjoon produce.

"-and Jin."

...

DAMMIT JIN'S ALWAYS THERE.

"Hey, Yoongi?"

I snap out of my thoughts.

"Ah-yeah?"

He looks at me. Right in the eyes.

"You seem flustered..."

"Oh..ah...I-I'm good."

I smile to prove how good I am.

"Y'know, you can tell me if you're not feeling okay..."

This stops me in my tracks. He...I.... 

"Well, I...you wouldn't understand."

I can't believe what I just said.

"Okay."

He walked off, leaving me on the couch.

"Wait, come..."

I whisper so he won't hear me.

I watch him as he leaves, thinking about my stupid swaglicious self.