"Welcome back." I heard Yoongi say as I groggily turned to him. "You're an idiot, by the way."

"Thanks." I replied back sarcastically, pulling myself up from the bed and rubbing my eyes as images of Taehyung with a bullet hole in his head popped up in my mind. They were burnt in there, regardless of the fact that Yoongi had fixed that scene. I had a feeling I was going to mess up yesterday, but not that bad, definitely not that bad. I mean, logically, it was quite a precise shot, just the wrong target. I couldn't have imagined what would have happened had have Yoongi not been there to fix it.

"You really can't do anything without wrecking it, can you?" Yoongi hissed with a scowl as he watched me get out of the bed and walk to the dresser where I would once again adorn Jimin's overalls. Hearing his comment, I mimicked it with a sneer, using my hand to make a mouth so I could mock his speaking; as I pulled out a pair of washed out overalls from the drawer.

"Don't mock me!" He chided from the chair he was sitting in, causing me to roll my eyes as I began unbuttoning the black cotton pants I had received from Jimin. At this action, Yoongi immediately screeched, craning his neck to look anywhere but me as I rolled the pants down my legs, exposing the same underwear I had been wearing since waking up in Y/N's bed. They were pink of course.

"Briar, fuck sakes! You couldn't warn me?!" He shrieked, and I could see his pale cheeks brighten with colour. I knew he was shy and this was the first time he had seen a woman half naked before (because like, I can't imagine any woman ever wanting to put up with this man enough that he'd been in a relationship.) So, as I was sick of this man and his constant nagging about how terrible I was, an idea came to mind. Revenge. And it was going to be sweet.

Smirking, I moved over to him, still half naked, legs on show and silky pink panties blooming beside the tan of my skin. "What's wrong Mr. fucking rude all the time? Can't handle a girl in panties?" I mocked in a husky tone, as I drew closer to the mint haired man. Yoongi, by this point, was craning his reddening neck over his shoulder in an effort to avoid looking at my approaching figure.

Slowly I sauntered my way up to his tense body, and leaning my arm on the arm rest, I teasingly walked my fingers up his suit clad legs. Almost immediately, Yoongi snapped into a reflex and hugged his body, pushing himself backwards on the chair as he looked up at my evil grin. "D-don't touch me, you fucking ps-psychopath!" He yelped, but I refused to give it up. Enjoying the blatant embarrassment on his face, I drew closer to it, causing him to retract further into the chair.

Feeling even more tempted by his shyness, I leaned further into his blossoming ear. "What's wrong, Yoongi?" I teased as my breath began to fan against his scrunched face, and I could practically hear his heart trying to escape his chest. Oh, he had never been with a woman before that was for sure. The man was practically putty in my hands as he gulped loudly, looking up into my eyes anxiously. I was feasting on his fear until, in a very straight-out-of-a-fanfic moment, I noticed his eyes briefly go down to my lips as he licked his own, just briefly, before his chocolate orbs shot up to meet mine again.

And that's when I knew.

I had the seductive power of Y/N on my side.

Because, even Min Yoongi, despite his cold exterior, had the hots for me.

And it had been like two days since we had met.

But that was ok, because he is hot.

"Do you want a kiss, Yoongi?" I breathed into his ear, and the man immediately tensed up even further than what he was before, his eyes going wide as they stared into mine. Cunningly, I leaned my naked leg forward to rub against the inside of his clad one and smirked when he looked down at it, his breathing becoming ragged as he pulled his leg away from mine. "Stop h-harassing me, you perverted woman!" He stuttered.

But I only got closer, and now there was no more room for him to go back. Slowly I draped my free arm around his warm neck, feeling him flinch beneath me as I made my way unto his lap, my lips barely touching his trembling ones, which he began to bite in an attempt to stop them. Almost in a trance, he was lost in my eyes, and I was lost in his. What had started as an innocent tease was quickly escalating into a hot make out session, and weirdly enough, I had totally forgotten about Taehyung being the main character of this book. Because I had a smoking hot man right in front of me now, Agust D who was not so Agust D right now as he sat there, wide eyed, waiting for my lips to rest on his.

Slowly my lips parted, and I tilted my head as I closed in on his lips, our breaths blowing against each other as the tension fell over us. That was until a creak was heard.

"Uhh....Y/N? Why are you making out with the chair?" I turned to see the perplexed face of Kim Namjoon, as he witnessed, from his perspective, me straddling and almost kissing a chair. I quickly got up from Yoongi's lap as he gave me wide eyes and disappeared, leaving me to Namjoon. Dusting my clothes off awkwardly, I tried to stall him. "Oh, I was just, I don't know-" think Briar, think! "Practising my seducing skills for any new missions." Seeing that he was still unconvinced, I added, "Never know when that might come in handy." He still seemed unconvinced but he nodded slowly, with a "Right" as he scanned me from top to bottom, eyebrows rising after noticing my naked legs.

"I'll talk to you when you're dressed." He said curtly before shutting the door. As embarrassed as I was to be seen in panties by Namjoon, what was more important was that I nearly kissed Min Yoongi who decided to up and run away. This was not good, and knowing Yoongi, it would not happen again. Too bad I didn't get to kiss him though. Were those lips as soft as they looked? I guessed that I would never know.

Walking out into the dining area, I noticed Jimin and Hoseok sitting side by side, on their phones, sitting at the table. I was greeted by Namjoon who sat all the way at the back of the table, sipping a coffee. "Nice to see you're finally dressed." He commented. Sultrily looking up at me from his coffee, he added, "Not that I would have minded if you hadn't though."

"Can you keep your perverted shit to yourself, Namjoon? Fuck sakes." Jimin scoffed from beside Hoseok, not looking up from the phone. Namjoon rolled his eyes at Jimin before turning back to me with a serious face. "Boss wants to see you, he'll be in his office." He motioned to Jimin. "Jimin here can walk you there." Immediately hearing that he was to be the escorter, Jimin protested, complaining about how Namjoon could just do it, but was silenced by the blonde haired man. "You wouldn't want to be shot, right now, would you, Jimin?" He said deeply, and Jimin immediately got up from his seat and walked out grumbling under his breath.

Namjoon sighed before motioning to the retreating boy. "Follow him." He said curtly, and I rushed out to the short boy to catch up with him. Seeing me beside him he looked down at my overalls in a judgemental manner. "Those don't really fit you." He commented as we walked. "You look like a prepubescent boy with long hair." He remarked, and I scoffed. "You're short so which is worse?"

"I'M NOT SHORT!" He insisted, his outburst echoing as we walked up the stairs of the mansion, passing marble walls lined with a pearly colour. "You're like five five. {five feet five inches} That's shorter than anyone in the group." I pointed out. He seemed to be able to take that, and to boost back his ego, he added, "At least I'm taller than you."

"Not hard to do." I commented, but he wasn't listening as he knocked on the crisp oak door beside us, and I noticed a massive gold plaque on it, imprinted with 'office'. We sat there in silence before a deep rustic voice ushered us to come in.