Something about Yoongi makes Min's palms sweat, her heart pound, her stomach turn, her spine tingle, her blood race and her nerves frenzied. Something about Yoongi has her sitting on edge and staring up at the ceiling, daydreaming like a little school girl about how he was doing, what he was doing and when she would possibly see him next. There's just something about Yoongi and after their previous heart-to-heart no more than a week ago, Min couldn't help but see him in a different light.

Yoongi went from being this cold and unfazed guy to being someone who held more depth than anyone she's ever known. He intrigued her more than anything.

These thoughts would then lead her to thoughts about Namjoon and Taehyung. It wasn't fair these boys had to suffer the way they did. To be judged for something as trivial as money and social status. Namjoon and Taehyung maintained a bright and positive outlook on things but she was sure they were still hurting at the memory of the ones they lost. But it was clear that Yoongi took the brunt of the force. He blamed himself which was why he was so ashamed of sharing it with Min because he most likely thought he would feel the saame. Now she regretted practically forcing him into it. She backed him into a wall with no other way out. How stupid could she be?

A knock at the door had her looking up from the book she held on her lap. It was Sunday and Min was enjoying a day in snuggled up on the couch. Wrapping the knitted blanket around her body — the tank top and shorts barely providing any warmth — Min stood and made her