Yoongi anxiously stared at your contact with the bottom of his lip in between his teeth. He wanted to call you, but he didn't know if you were busy.

"Should I?" He asked himself for the fifth time before letting out a sigh and closing his eyes. Yoongi felt the need to bond with you. He realised he hadn't clicked with you much because the first time you met, Jimin was with you two.

Everyone got a chance to be with you alone, except for him.

He wanted to be with you, but he wasn't sure if you wanted to be with him. He didn't think he was as entertaining as the others. You, Jungkook, and Taehyung could discuss art. Hoseok was helping you dance again. Jin and you could discuss cooking and whatnot. He was even making you a sugar treat. You and Namjoon can talk about books and other nerdy things.

But what would he talk about with you?

He thought he was boring compared to others, given his reserved personality. He didn't like to talk much, either. He was afraid he'd bore you.

Without realising it, Yoongi's fingers pressed on the call button. The ringing caused him to raise his brow and look down at his phone screen.

"Shit," he muttered. He wasn't sure if he should end it or wait to see if you'd answer.

"Yoongi?" Your voice asked, and he gulped before bringing the phone to his ear. "Uh, hey, y/n."

"Hey, what's up?"

"Are you busy?" His eyes squeezed shut, and his lips pressed together as he waited for your response.

"Uh, no, not really. I'm just chilling with Jungkook and Taehyung in the lecture room. Do you need anything?"

Yoong didn't know if it was necessary to ask you to hang out with him when you were already the two. "Yoongi? Is something wrong?" You asked again.

"No, no. I was wondering if you wanted to hang with me. My lecture finished not too long ago, and I remember you complaining that you'd be alone and stuff. But if you're with Tae and Kookie, then it's fine."

"I'd love to hang with you, Yoongi. Where should I meet you?" Yoongi could hear Jungkook asking what was going on and some shuffling.

"Uh, I'll just come there." You hummed in response. "Okay, see you in a bit then."

You ended the call and turned to look at Taehyung and Jungkook, who were already looking at you.

"You're going to hang out with hyung?" Jungkook asked, and you hummed in response. "I'm going to wait for him outside," you told them, grabbing a strap of your bag and putting it over your shoulder.

"Oh, okay. Jungkook and I will stay here," you nodded before bending down to their level and placing a quick peck on their cheeks. "See you guys," you waved before sliding out of the row and making your way to the door.

"Hyung, do you think it's too soon to tell her I love her?" Jungkook asked, watching your figure walk out. "You love her?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook nodded, facing his boyfriend.

"Then no, because I love her too."

-

"Uh, I don't know where to take you, so where would you like to go?" Yoongi asked. He thought about it. He thought about where he could possibly take you for a good ten minutes as he walked to the lecture hall.

But his intelligent brain wasn't working with him, and he couldn't think of anything.

"Your studio! I also want to listen to the songs you've made, but only if you let me."

Yoongi's eyes slightly widened. He didn't expect you to want to see his studio, let alone listen to his work.

"Sure, we can do that." A smile grew on your face, and you took your hand in his, catching him by surprise. He looked at your joint hands with a smile on his face.

"Well, lead the way, mister."

-

"Sorry if it's a bit of a mess," he apologised, punching in the code. "I did clean a few days ago, but you know dust can build up."

There were a couple of beeps before the door opened. "And I apologise if it's a bit stuffy, There aren't any windows, but I'll turn on the conditioner."

"It's okay, Yoongi. You don't have to really do anything. I'll be fine."

He only nodded before opening the door wide enough for the both of you to get in. You walked into the dark room first. The room would've been pitch black if it weren't for the light coming through the open door.

Yoongi turned on the light. "Uh, welcome to my studio, the Genius lab."

Your mouth fell open as you looked at the six speakers, three on each side of the tv and his computer. On the table were two sets of headphones. They lay there alone with other things you assumed producers used.

You turned to see a piano and your fingers gently ran over the keys. "This is so cool, Yoongi," you gasped, turning around to get a three-sixty view of the studio.

"You think?" He asked, pulling out a stool, and you hummed in response. "Totally!" He couldn't help but smile. "Uh, you can take a seat on the chair," he said, pointing to the chair, and you frowned. "Where are you going to sit?"

"On this," your eyes moved to the stool, and you shook your head. "No, you sit on the big chair. You're the artist here."

You pulled the stool towards you with your foot before taking a seat. You pulled out the chair for him and patted on it. "Sit." You told him with a stern look on his face. Yoongi shook his head and chuckled before sitting on the chair.

"So, do you want to listen to something we made the seven of us, or just by me?" He asked, handing you the set of headphones.

"Just by you first."

He nodded before typing into the passcode for his computer and opening a folder. Your eyes skimmed over the names of your soulmates. Each folder belonged to one of your boyfriends. You were surprised when your eyes landed on yours. Under Jungkook's section, was your name.

The tab was quickly closed, and another was opened. "I'm trying to find where I put this song. I thought it'd be here, but it's not." Yoongi mumbled.

"Ah! I found it!" He happily exclaimed. "This is called first love, I wrote it not too long ago, and I produced most of it too."

"Do you get help from other producers?" You asked, and he hummed in response. "Yeah. Sometimes."

Yoongi pressed play, and the sound of birds and what seemed to be crickets filled your ears. Then there was the sound of a piano, and Yoongi's voice filled your ears.

Yoongi pressed his lips into a thin line as he silently watched you. You were so engrossed with the song you didn't notice the anxious expression on his face.

Yoongi's eyes widened when he saw a tear fall from your eye. "y-y/n?" he asked, but you didn't turn to him. You couldn't hear him through the headphones.

Only when the song came to an end did you take off the headphones and turn to look at him. "y-y/n. Are you okay?' he asked, and you nodded.

"It's so beautiful, Yoongi. The melody, the lyrics, your voice, everything. It's so so beautiful," you told him with a smile on his face.

"Got anything else I can listen to? I'd love to hear some more?" You asked, looking back at his computer. Yoongi blinked, feeling a bit out of it.

"Yoongi?" "Hm? Oh yeah. I have a lot." He placed his hands on the mouse and began clicking away like before. You put the headphones back on your head as you waited for Yoongi to play another song.

-

Yoongi rested his chin on your shoulder, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You were now sitting between his legs, with his arms wrapped around your waist. The headphones were still on your head, and instead of listening to one of his solos, you were listening to one they made the seven of them.

You giggled as Yoongi showered your neck and shoulder with gentle kisses. "Yoongi," you whined. He didn't stop, nor did he say anything, because you wouldn't have heard.

Your constant compliments after listening to one of the songs boosted his confidence. He was happy you liked his work. He was worried you wouldn't. If you didn't like them, Yoongi knew he would've had a breakdown once you left and deleted all the songs he created just for you. Whether they were finished or not.

Yoongi was also happy that he decided to spend time with you today. He realised that he didn't need to talk much for you to enjoy your time with him. Just being with him made you happy, and he could tell.

He didn't need to worry about being more affectionate so that you knew he felt for you. He realised he didn't need to be more energetic and lively like the others to enjoy your time with him.

He realised being himself was more than enough for both him and you.

Yoongi finally stopped and pulled away. You turned around at the loss of contact and looked at him with a raised brow. He placed his hands on the side of your head, pressing the headphones to your ears.

"I love you," he whispered before placing his lips on yours.