CHAPTER 30

Y/N

The final credits appeared.

I could notice my cheeks get hotter as seconds past. I looked at my picky, it was almost touching Jin's one. Softly, I touched his with mine, he didn't seem to notice.

"Okay, I may or may not fall in love with the protagonist." Yoongi mumbled.

"What did you say hyung?" Jungkook blinked his eyes a few times. It was funny to watch, he looked like a cartoon.

Yoongi raised his head, finally noticing the rare stares we were giving to him.

"What? I also have feelings, I'm not made of stone." He shrugged.

"But you wish you were a rock." Even though I wasn't able to see Jimin, I could feel him smirking.

"Touché."' He stand up and made his way to the kitchen.

"Do you want to eat dinner with us?" Namjoon shown us his dimple smile.

"It would be our pleasure." Allison said, her cheeks becoming red— Wait, red? What was going on? This time I was the one blinking like a crazy.

"Hey, there, you okay?" Hoseok asked.

"Mmm, yeah, totally fine. I need to use the bathroom, I'll be here in a  minute." I was prepared to run when a voice stopped me. Of course it was him. I looked like a little girl for him, somehow?

"Where are you going?" I saw Yoongi with a glass of whisky.

"To the toilet. May I need your consent, sir?" I played along.

"Maybe, who knows." He was really a character.

° ° ° ° °

I didn't know how minutes had past, but when I got to the living room nobody was there, nor in the kitchen either.

"Hey guys, where are you?" I raised my voice, hoping someone would listen to me.

"Don't waste your time, they're all gone. Well, except me." I faced Seokjin, after the little heart attack he gave me by telling me we were the only ones in the house.

"Where are they? And, where you came from? I didn't see you a few seconds ago."

"In the garden." He said, looking at the door made of glass behind him.

I only could let an inaudible "Oh", that was the longest conversation we had in more than a week.

 I started to feel uncomfortable, though he seemed pretty okay in my eyes. Was he having a battle inside him as well?

"They went to collect our dinner." Collect? What the heck were we going to eat? 

"All of them?" My jaw almost dropped.

"It seems so. I know, I know, weird. But we'll not make the situation weirder, shall we?" I shook my head. What I was supposed to do? What he wanted me to do?

"You can put the table, I'll help."

"Thanks... I guess." But he was already grabbing the plates.

"Can we eat outside? I think they will agree." I nodded, though I didn't want to struggle with mosquitos.

° ° ° ° ° 

After finishing our dinner, Namjoon suggested to Allison and Zoe to drive them home, but after a few minutes he remembered he couldn't. It didn't matter though, because Zoe's mother was going to come anyway.

After two long hours of being on the sofa, watching TV and talking to the boys, my eyes couldn't get themselves open anymore.

"I think I'll get going now." I yawned, standing up.

"Already?" Taehyung asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm already sleepy. Besides, my mother sent me a few messages. I really should get going now. By the way, I think she saw Ashley going home and I'm still here."

"Do you want me to come over?" He asked, already stand up besides me.

"It's okay Taetae."

I looked at the others, Yoongi already slept on the other sofa. "Thank you for everything, I really had a great time today."

"No worries, we are all friends, right?" Namjoon smiled softly, showing his dimples. I only nodded.

"Y/n, can you come for a minute?" I blinked a few times. In another situation I would probably have run away, but I couldn't care less at the moment, so I followed Jin's voice, going to the kitchen.

"Um, you called me?" I bit my lower lip, hiding my hands behind my back.

"Yeah, I wanted to give you this." He turned around, grabbing something. "I made it yesterday, I thought you would like it."

With my two hands I grabbed the piece of cake. It was covered with cream, but I could see strawberries on both sides of it. "Thanks, it looks delicious."

I spent a few seconds looking at the piece I had in my hands. When I paid attention once again to Seokjin, he was already staring at me. I lost myself in his chocolate brown eyes, my hands shaking a little. It had been so long since the last time I did it.

"Y/N, I. . ." I tried to encourage him with my eyes, for him to keep talking, but a loud sound from the stairs got our attention.

"Hey Y/n, guess what?" Hoseok said, raising his voice. It was me or his teeth were brighter?

"Sleep over with your besties!" Jungkook finished from behind.

"Wait, what?" My mind couldn't take too many feelings and information almost at the same moment. 

"We're going to stay, even if you like it or not. Mom already said yes." Taehyung boxy smile made me smile. I let out a giggle at the end.

"Hey, you know it's not your mother, right?" I raised my eyebrows, looking Taehyung straight in the eyes.

"I know, but she's almost." He didn't let me say anything else, I didn't try to let myself free when he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the kitchen. I smiled shyly at Soekjin before I let the house.

° ° ° ° °

I sat in my bed, my eyes stuck in the ceiling. Why Seokjin gave me the cake? What was he going to say? He wasn't mad anymore? Was he okay with me? Or himself? That was his way to apologize for his strange behaviour? That were a few of the questions that were flying in my mind. I sighed, closing my fists.

"You can't sleep?" I soft voice said near me, it came as a whisper. I lowered my head at Jungkook. He was supposed to be sleeping on a mattress next to my bed.

"Not really." 

He made his way next to me. "Me neither." 

I tilted my head. "Why not?" He only shrugged.

"What are you thinking about?" I looked at him, he was already looking at the ceiling. I imitated him.

"I'm thinking about the cake."

"Oh, yeah, the cake. What about it?"

"Do you think it's better to eat it quickly or slowly, savouring it?"

"You always have to eat thinks slowly, it tastes better because you notice the flavour with more intensity."

"I see. Do I have to leave it inside or outside the refrigerator?"

"Inside. Always."

"What happens if you leave it outside?" I turned my head. After a few seconds, he also looked at me.

"If you leave it outside it will get warmer. That warmth is not a good thing for it, though. It can damage the cake, and if it's damaged, you can't eat it. Nobody can. You'll have no option but throw it away."

"You can't save a piece?" Thanks to the dim light coming from outside, I saw him shook his head. "Even a little piece?" He shook his head again. I sighed. 

After that conversation, we talked about how much we would miss each other, we also listed ways to keep in contact, even though we'll be pretty busy. But he'll be most.

The last thing I remembered is closing my eyes and relaxing myself in Jungkook's voice, he was singing a song, in a whisper, that I couldn't remember properly the next day.