You were out for a walk, to think about everything and sort your thoughts.

The others also left the house.

You ended up in the park, walking around a lake and listening to music, your hands in the pockets of your jacket.

The wind blew around your head, messing up your hair but that was the last thing you cared about at the moment.

Wouldn't it be awkward now? And will the others find out eventually? But more important was the question: Does Jimin possibly like me?

Do I like him, too?

Some more time passed, you didn't even notice with the music.

The sun was about to set, and you were sitting in a bench for about 1 hour now, blankly staring at the lake and observing the ducks swimming on it.

Then, it started raining.

Heavy rainfall.

You got up and looked around, searching for the right path on the way back to the dorm.

When you found it, your hair was already a bit wet, but it was a long way.

You cursed under your breath as you ran back, your legs getting heavier after each step and your lungs sucking in less air.

I hope the others are already at home, or at least out with the car or with an umbrella.

The rain was already soaking your clothes, your hair was dripping wet and your bangs were falling into your face.

It started to become cold, even though you were running like a monster chased you.

You looked up, and saw their dorm, light shining through the curtains.

At least they were at home.

You smiled slightly, and stopped in front of the door.

You had to catch your breath, and calm down your heart which was literally beating 60 times a second.

You knocked on the door, and put your hands on your knees.

When the door finally opened, you smiled and looked up, still breathing heavily.

"Omo, (y/n), come in, quickly", Yoongi said and dragged you inside.

It was warm in the house, and you could feel your fingers and toes again.

He brought you a towel and started ruffling your hair and thus drying it.

"Yaaah stooopp", you laughed and tried to push his hands away.

"Fine, fine", he replied after ruffling your hair once again. He brought the towel back.

Yoongi came back, walking straight to you and hugged you.

You blushed at his actions, and tried to push him away, saying "y-you'll get wet, too."

"I don't care, you'll get sick if you don't warm up", he mumbled as he pulled you closer to himself.

You didn't reply, just enjoying his warmth and the fact that he was hugging you tightly.

"Y-yoongi, I-I'm okay now, you can let go of me", you muttered, but he didn't move.

"Yoongi?", you asked again.

"Just a bit longer", he whispered and rested his chin on your head, drawing you even closer.

You just accepted it. You wrapped your arms around his body, hugging him back and grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt.

After time passed, you both slowly let go of each other.

You looked at him, at his clothes, only to realize that he was wet, too. Your eyes widened, that boy was wearing a white shirt and the cloth was wet and practically glued onto his torso. He didn't have those well-defined abs like Jimin, but still he looked very sexy.

Your cheeks heated up, and you looked down.

"Sorry, now your clothes aren't dry anymore, too", you said and looked up at him. Yoongi just shrugged, "I don't care. That was worth it."

You blushed even more, just looking at him. He smiled, one of those heart-warming smiles that made your heartbeat accelerate and stop at the same time.

"

Can I um.. please.. use your shower? It's getting pretty cold in those wet clothes, y-you know", you said stuttering. You didn't know whether the stutter came because you were cold or because you were embarassed to death for asking this question. Yoongi nodded, pointing at one door.

"Of course. Towels, shampoo and so on are there, feel free to use them", he replied.

You thanked him and walked in after getting new clothes.

You warmed up yourself in the shower, and after that, you dried your freshly washed hair.

You got out of the bathroom, only to see Yoongi coming from the kitchen with two mugs.

You walked to him, smiling and thanking him again for letting you use their shower and other needed supply.

"Are you feeling better now?", he asked and you nodded. He smiled in relief, handing you a mug with hot chocolate.

"Here, I think that helps the best after getting caught in the rain", he added and you smiled, sipping on the sweet liquid.

"Where are the others actually?", you asked after some time, it was way too quiet.

"I don't know, they just said they'll be here again tomorrow", Yoongi answered, making you nod.

"So it's only the two of us, huh?", you mumbled into your mug.

"Yeah", Yoongi said, making you look at him.

"I should stop saying stuff, knowing you'll hear it anyways."

He chuckled, "maybe."

You grinned goofily, taking another sip of the melted chocolate.

You started watching a movie, and you fell how tiredness fell over you and your eyelids became heavier each time you blinked. You rubbed your eyes, trying to stay awake at all costs.

You glanced at Yoongi, who was totally into the movie, watching it carefully, a flash of childish happiness and curiosity in his orbs.

You smiled, thinking he isn't always acting all adult and mature. He still has a childish side that probably just wants to play.

"Cute", you mumbled, and noticed that Yoongi didn't move or do anything else that shows that he actually heard it.

The movie didn't end yet, but you fell asleep on the couch.

You head rested on a pillow and you were all curled up.

Yoongi noticed you and got up himself, taking a blanket and covering your body. He placed the cloth carefully on you, not to wake you up.

Yoongi looked at you, a smile forming on his lips, you were sleeping cutely and snuggled yourself up in the blanket you just received.

He knelt down beside you, observing you.

"You are cute, not me", he muttered, looking at your relaxed facial features, his eyes displaying what he meant. He leaned over, slowly , and placed a kiss on your cheek. His lips were trembling, and he pulled away quickly, checking whether you woke up or not.

He let out a quiet sigh of relief as you didn't move, flinch or slap him.

"Good night, (y/n)", he whispered and stood up, heading to his own room, but not before turning around once again to take a look at your sleeping figure.

Well, he just did not know that you noticed him very well, all of what he said and did. You just didn't move to destroy the mood.

*nexteu morning timeskipeu brought to you by Namjoon's collection of Jimin's jams in his closet*

You woke up, not in a cute way or any other way that would have been nice, but you fell off the couch.

You screamed intentionally, and then quickly held your hand over your mouth. Yoongi was probably still asleep. You looked at his door, it was closed and you couldn't hear any footsteps coming from his room either.

You exhaled.

You almost screamed again as someone said: "Yah, (y/n), did you get hurt?!"

You scooped around to see Yoongi already kneeling down next to you, looking at you concerned.

Your heartbeat literally stopped and you nodded, getting up and fighting against the blanket that was tied around your legs.

Yoongi got up himself and chuckled as he saw you struggling with that piece of fabric. You pouted and finally freed your legs from the warm cloth. You folded it neatly and put it on the couch.

You turned around, meeting Yoongi's gaze. "Good morning, Yoongi", you smiled at him and waved. He just grinned and waved back, "morning."

You both ate breakfast and did the dishes, music playing all the time so there won't be any awkward silence.

You were talking, mostly about random stuff and daily life.

You took out your phone, your friend was writing you.

"Can I ask you something? How should I confess to a girl who doesn't even know that I would ever like her?", Yoongi asked, deadly serious.

You looked up at him, your eyes slightly widened. Instead of answering, you looked back at your phone. You weren't even chatting with your friend anymore but just

blankly staring at your phone.

"What if that girl likes you, too?", you mumbled and switched your home screens a few times.

"What?", Yoingi asked, confused.

"N-nothing, I-I was just talking to myself... about my friend, t-that's all", you answered blushing and smiling nervously.

How stupid am I? I DO KNOW THAT HE DEFINITELY DOES HEAR ME. YET, I AM TALKING LOUDLY.

You mentally slapped yourself and congratulated yourself for your dumbness.

"Oh, okay", he smiled. You smiled back at him, feeling a little sting in your heart.

He didn't ask any further, which confused you a bit since he sounded very curious.

"Don't you want to hear an answer to your question", you bluntly asked.

"I think I already got one."

He grinned at you, making you even more confused than before.

"How?"

No answer.

"Yoongi? You listening?"

Still nothing. He just looked at a spot on the desk.

"Y-yoongi?"

You became kind of worried; he wasn't the type to just ignore someone like this.

"Hello? Yah should I kiss you so you wake up?", you joked, your voice still filled with concern. You giggled nervously.

Something isn't right.

"Hm, maybe you should."