Four

"And that's it.  You're officially Bangtan's traveling physician." 

I smiled and bowed to Sejin. "Thank you so much. I promise I'll take real good care of them."

"Like you did, Namjoon?"

I coughed and turn to face Yoongi who was smirking. The little fucker.

"Did Namjoon hurt himself?" Sejin asked. I glared at Yoongi and feel the heat from my cheeks. Please don't rat me out. Please don't rat me out. 

"He did. Real nasty bruise on his neck." He smirked. "Layla-ssi went into his room to take care of him. "

I growled. 

"She must have done a real good job because he-"

"Yoongi," I interrupted. "Remember, I was going to apply a balm to your neck before you started dance rehearsal right?"

"But I don't-"

I grabbed his hand. "Let's go, Yoongi! Goodbye, Sejin!"

I dragged him out the doors and shoved him into the practice room. "What in the fuck was that?" 

He laughed. "Come on, Layla, I didn't mean to get your panties in a bunch." He winked.

I rolled my eyes and stomped on his foot. "Aish, why did you do that?" He wined, hopping up and down.

I grabbed him by his collar and pulled him face to face with me. "Look, Yoon. I'll turn your world inside out. You got that?" He gulped when I got close to his ear. "And don't worry about my panties. I'm sure I can handle it myself."

I shoved him away and walk out of the room, completely oblivious to the fact that the other six members were in the corner watching the whole thing.

Yoongi POV

I stood there frozen by Layla's sudden touch. I didn't like that she was mad at me, but I deserved it. One things for sure, that girl is hot.

I turned around to look at the other members who stared back with their jaws hanging wide. Namjoon looked pissed, but quickly recovered. I walked toward them and sighed. 

"I want that girl." 

Jin laughed. "I think we all do after seeing her with Joonie this morning."

"I don't!" Kook yelled. "I don't like how she treated me at the concert."

"Are you scared of pussy, JK?" I smirked.

He blushed and took a step back. "No, just scared of her."

We all join in and laugh at Jungkook except for Joon, who's looking at us with a scowl.

"What?"

"We can't do this with her." He said plainly. "She's our Noona. Our band physician. Jackson's fiancee."

Jin sighed. "Jackson's dead, Joon."

"So? Does that make it any better? She was my best friends fiancee. I'm not about to have some Wattpad group fantasy with her." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Its not right. We shouldn't even be thinking of her this way."

Jimin spoke up next. "Just because you have some sort of guilt for almost hooking up with her this morning, doesn't give you any right to tell us how to be or how to act, Hyung."

"Jimin that's enough," Hobi said putting his hand on Jimins shoulder. "Joon's right. We shouldn't talk about Layla this way."

"This is how I see it," Tae interrupted, "Joon got a taste and wants it for himself. This whole Jackson bullshit is just a cover up because he wants to fuck her."

Namjoon steps quickly to Tae and shoved him. "That is not what this is, Taehyung. And you fucking know it."