WHITE LIES

(SEOKJIN'S POV)

I giggle, feeling Namjoon's lips teasing my sensitive skin. "Joonie stop, I don't want more marks. "

He leans on his elbows. "Don't you want my love marks anymore?" He pouts.

I chuckle. "I don't want them seeing your hickeys all over my neck, I've already been embarrassed today."

"If that's your problem, I can make them in places we can only see." He smirks. "Everyone's sleeping, we've all night to ourselves." He says in a husky voice.

"Don't hurt yourself, I didn't sanitize it yet."

"I'm perfectly fine, don't you see? The only thing I need right now it's you." He pecks my lips, making his way to my neck.

"Joonie."

He hums.

"Do you want to merry me?"

He stops the movements of his lips and looks at me, blinking. "What did you say, love?"

"Do you want to merry me when all of this is over?"

"Are you proposing?"

"No, this is one for my future plans. I just wanted to know if you would agree."

"Of course I would say yes —, you would say yes. I'm the one asking you the big question, darling." He kisses me, gently.

I laugh between the kiss. "As you say, angel. I don't know what is wating for us in the future, but I know I want to merry you and be with you forever."

"I also want to be with you forever." He caresses my cheeks.

"I'm going to be the future director of the school if my father allows me and you a professor. The kids will love you."

"Only if we aren't fighting against the bad guys."

"Only if we aren't fighting against the bad guys." I repeat.

He rest his forehead in mine. "There's no one else for me, love. It's you, only you."

"I don't want anyone that's not you, neither." I lay my hands on the back of his neck.

I let him mark me wherever whe wants, enjoying the feeling of his warm lips on my skin.

May our wishes come true.

(NAMJOON'S POV)

It has been more than a week since we came back from Busan. My scar is healed, but I don't think it's going to disappear in his totality.

We're going to leave this afternoon, before the sunset, and we'll come back only to eat and sleep. I would like to spend more time here, I would like to have at least one date with Seokjin.

"I'll come back soon." Yoongi grabs his coat and a black hat.

"Where are you going?"

"Visit a friend."

"Do you have friends?" Jungkook asks, but Yoongi's already gone.

(YOONGI'S POV)

I get in the music shop, Choid Bada's in the checkout as always. I guess he's the only one working here.

"Min Yoongi! What are you doing here? Something happened to Mrs. Black or you want to buy another treasure?"

"Mrs. Black?" I frown.

"The guitar, you silly."

I'm about to roll my eyes. "I want to talk to you."

"Great, my shift ends now. Wait a minute here, please."

He's lying. In the main door says it closes at twelve thirty in the afternoon, so technically he should be working for another hour.

"I'm done! Do you want to eat something? There're plenty of cafés here."

"I'm okay, but a coffee will do."

We enter in the first one we see, too fancy for me, but Bada looks impressed. "This is my favourite one."

Oh.

The furniture are all made of wood and the lamps are covered with an ecological light brown material.

We sit in front of each other. Soon, a young girl takes our orders and a few minutes later we've our drinks ready.

"You said you wanted to talk to me." He smiles.

"Yeah, I think we've a friend in common."

"A friend?" He frowns.

I pay attention to his body's reaction. I wonder what this gormless did to make him cry like that — Hoseok looks a hundred times better.

"Jung Hoseok."

His face shifts for a millisecond, but before I can blink he's smiling again.

"Do you know him?" He asks, with too much enthusiasm. Already suspicious.

"Yeah, I met him almost 4 years ago."

"There's no way! The last time I saw him was 4 years ago." He chuckles. Though, did he tell you something?" He plays with the spoon, moving it inside his drink.

"He said he saw you the other day."

"Oh, yeah. If it wasn't for me, he would have fallen to the ground. You know how he is, he always wants to help and be useful." He giggles, annoyingly.

Weirdo.

"Yeah, Hoseok has a good heart. Were you close?"

I change the topic, I already know everything about Hoseok's personality. Sometimes I feel I know him more than I know myself.

He shrugs. "You can say that. The sub was always following me around like a lost puppy."

"What?" I put the cup down.

"He wanted to be always with me."

"Did you just call him sub?" I hide my fists under the table.

"Ah. . . Our relationship was special."

"Were you dating?"

"What did Hoseok tell you?" He tilts his head.

"Nothing."

Hoseok told me nothing. He said he never had a partner. In fact, he said he didn't date anyone in the human world nor in ours. He said he wasn't interested in those things, he would find his person when the time's right for him.

But why did he lie?

Or is Bada lying?

"I understand. He was obsessed with me."

"Obsessed?"

Hoseok's not the type of person who's obsessed with everything and everyone.

"He was young and had the biggest crush on me."

"But. . . You're older."

"That's why our relationship never worked out. He was kinda cute, right? When he was younger."

"I met him when he was fifteen, that's a teen for me."

"Really? I met him when he was eleven, he was the cutest kid."

"Were you two neighbours?"

"Kinda." He sips his coffee. "I miss him, actually." But he didn't look like he missed Bada. "I couldn't talk to him as much as I wanted to."

"How about your farewell? Did you end up okay when he moved?"

"I guess we did."

Not in Hoseok's mind.

"Does he has a boyfriend?

I shake my head.

"What a shame, how good he was in bed." He smirks.

I choke on my drink. "In what?"

He chuckles. "What did you think? We knew how to have our fun. He was a little bit clueless, but understandable, I was his first time." He takes a long sip.

I can't believe this, Hoseok lost his virginity before I did and he never told me, he never told anyone.

"I won't any details, I can't stand it."

"Did you. . . you know?" He whispers.

"No. He's my best friend, I'd never touch him like that."

"Good, because I want him to be mine again."

"You don't own people."

"You get me. Do you know where I can find him?"

I don't trust him. I've no idea in which parts he lied or if he has told the truth at all. Moreover, Hoseok crying on my shoulder keeps appearing in my mind rent free.

"No, he doesn't know I'm with you now."

"Why not?"

I shrug. "See you. You pay this time, Mrs. Black's waiting for me."

I definitely don't like him. Something's off with him and his story. I can't believe Hoseok had a crush on someone like him. He never commented his ideal type, but I'm sure Bada's not on the list.