His body no longer in pain, the sense of numbing and stiffness was all that was left behind in his joints. Eyes shut, he sighed in his sleep, loving the fact that he was able to lay in his own bed and in his own home. Feeling himself starting to drift off again, he was just immensely pleased over no longer being stuck in a hospital bed. Day 2, he mumbled internally, smiling, Day 2 and you're still home Shawny boy.

He didn't catch a figure sneakily making it into his room. Groaning when the figure seemed to jump on his bed and then over onto him, he smiled at her laughter. Eyes fluttering open, he groaned when she sat onto his stomach over the blanket.

"Y/N!" he grumbled, staring over at you grinning profusely down at him.

"Morning!" you chimed, laughing as you went in to pinch at his cheeks.

Ever since the day he was admitted to the hospital and was finally back into their lives, you and the others were beyond thrilled. Shawn was back and here to stay.

"No," he sighed, closing his eyes, "still not morning for me."

You rolled your eyes, looking down at your friend who had been asked to be left alone ever since he got back. You understood his need to get back to normal, but at the same time, you knew he was simply trying to avoid facing the ones that hurt him...Shawn avoided Jimin and Kai at every cost. It doesn't help his case that Kai hasn't left his place since he was discharged from the hospital.

"I love how you think I don't understand what you've been trying to do," you mumbled, poking at his cheeks repeatedly in hopes he'd get irritated and wake up.

He did, he woke up.

"What exactly is that?" he snapped tiredly, trying to get you to move off of him, but your stubborn butt stayed put.

"You're trying to push yourself away from Kai and Jimin...you're avoiding them," you explained smugly, seeing right through the man you called your best friend.

"I just got back," he snapped, "give me a break yeah?"

"Don't need to be rude about it," you snapped back, "they both stayed at the hospital the whole week and you refused to have them see you. When Kai came back here to stay and take care of you, you haven't even allowed yourself to look at her...you've stayed in your room the entire time."

"Again," he sighed out, rubbing at his tired face, "I just came back. Spare me the lecture."

You pursed your lips a bit, uncomfortable to ask him what you had been dying to ask him since the hospital. You had noticed many changes and many surprises with the man.

He slowly looked over at you, eyes narrowing at your form in distress. "Spill it," he piped, trying not to smile at you so quiet. It was a new sight.

"You um," you struggled, "in the hospital...in your jeans...there was this letter and ring I-"

"Okay!" Shawn sang out, forcing out a laugh, he tossed you off of him before moving to get up on the bed, "that's enough of that."

You groaned in frustration as he moved to his bathroom.

"Shawn!"

"How's Kook?" he sang out, changing the subject as he slipped out of his shirt.

"He's been great," you sighed, "well now...we had a few troubles before have worked things out now."

"Troubles?" the man asked, brows furrowing as he lamely started to unbutton at his jeans he had stupidly slept in the other night.

You glanced down at him basically stripping in front of you. Whining, you told him to stop. He looked at you confused; not catching what he was doing that could remotely be offensive.

"This is exactly it! He's been jealous and weird because you're so Shawn-ish all the time!"

"Shawn-ish?" the man asked grinning, totally confused over what that might mean.

"All touchy-feely with no boundaries," you piped, trying not to smile and remain serious and stern, but with the look in his eyes, you couldn't help but crack a bit of a smile, "you need to chill."

"I got no chill princess," he laughed, tossing his shirt over at you.

You caught it, glaring over at him. "I'm serious, he found out about us..." you pursed your lips, growing awkward.

Shawn's brows furrowed, his confusion deepened when seeing you blush. "Woah, what's up with the red cheeks?" he asked chuckling, not sure over what you were trying to get at.

"He found out about us having sex, wayyy back when," you nervously chimed, trying not to think of the memory.

Shawn pursed his lips from snorting. "Oh shit," he breathed out, laughing when you flushed more.

"Finally told him how much you loved it?" he asked teasingly, brows wiggling before he continued to unzip at his jeans. Nothing really fazed him, not even the thought that this, right here, might be highly inappropriate.

"Ha ha," you chimed unamused, "this is serious Shawn. We fought for days."

"Well it's not like we've got a thing for one another now," he argued back, "it was a long time ago."

"Yes."

"You don't have a thing for me right?" he asked slowly, eyes narrowing.

"Oh please," you piped, rolling your eyes, "never did bitch."

His brow cocked, "never?" he asked, grinning hugely before moving onto the bed.

Your eyes narrowed at him slowly moving over to your form on the bed. "What you doin?" you asked skeptical, watching his half naked form move dangerously close to you.

"Never?" he simply asked again, the cockiest expression plastered on his face.

"Shawn," you whined, hating that he couldn't get meaning of space and boundaries through his head. Struggling when he hovered over you, you giggled when his body went straight limp onto you. You tried to push him off but no use, he lay dead weight on top of you.

He chuckled, moving off of you. As you were about to sit up, you spit out a cuss word when his jeans suddenly hit your face. He had stripped down to his boxers.

"Shawn!"

"Eat a dick," he sang out, laughing as he went to the bathroom, "preferably mine."

"Suck an ass with a straw! Preferably not mine," you defensively yelled back.

He grinned and you threw his clothing at him.

"Just be careful around Jungkook okay?"

"Nope!"

"Shawn!"

He laughed.

-

Hoseok hesitantly rang at the door bell. Nervously crossing his hands over at his chest, he waited for the woman he had been holding off on talking to for about a week to come to the door. His brows furrowed when spotting a slight shadow by the door, looking over at the peephole, he saw her eyeing him. Noticing her catch him, he tried not to smile when her head whipped away from the peephole and a soft mumbling came from the other side.

"You okay?" he asked, trying not to laugh at what the woman said next.

"You've got the wrong apartment," she sang out, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity from against the door.

Hoseok went back to being nervous, smiling tightly, he rang the door bell again, "I'm sorry for not replying to any of your text or calls," he chimed sweetly, "I-I've just. I've been thinking a lot about us...how we started off with just sleeping around for fun and when it got to being there for you on a serious note I got awkward."

Freeda was barely even listening, her form running around the house to make it presentable. She had made a mess of it ever since Kai had went over to stay by Shawn for the week, she had been a total slob, breaking down and crying alone while watching chick flicks. She was watching one right now and was having trouble wiping at her cheeks that were drenched. Moving back to the door, she hugged her baggy sweater to herself before opening at the door.

"Did you need something?" she asked hastily, eyes on the television as she wiped at her cheeks. Her state totally normal to her but to Hoseok, the one who was pouring his heart out outside the door was in complete shock.

"Oh my god," he breathed out, heart breaking when thinking she was crying over everything he had just admitted. The sadly hilarious twist to it all was that Freeda hadn't even heard a single word that he had confessed, in her eyes; she stared over at Hoseok who weirdly eyed her.

"What?" she asked, wiping at her cheeks completely before focusing on him completely.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed out, heart breaking, "I'm sorry I didn't text or call I-I-"

Freeda's brows furrowed at his pained smile directed at her. When he stepped towards her in attempts to awkwardly hug her she tried to maintain her stance as she hugged him awkwardly back.

He sighed, pulling away. "I never meant to hurt you I-"

"Hurt me?" Freeda asked utterly confused.

"I should've called...Shawn just got back and I should've been here for you I'm so sorry," Hoseok chimed, wanting to pull her into him but refraining from doing so because of his awkward state. He was always so bumbling around her and he didn't understand why he couldn't just open up.

Freeda snorted, trying not to laugh as everything sunk it. Wiping at her cheeks again, she tried not to curse over at herself for coming out with tears. "Oh no!" she sang out, feeling the need to hysterically laugh, "I'm not- Oh lord."

"What?" he asked suddenly confused over seeing her laughing.

"I was watching a movie," she explained, breath shaking, trying to hold all of her hysteria in, "I wasn't...you didn't hurt my feelings or anything."

"Oh."

She pursed her lips from smiling at him step back, eyes on the ground. "Sorry for hugging you how I did I thought-"

"You thought I was crying because you've been ignoring me since you got back?" she piped, her tone teasing but he simply grew more awkward.

"Yeah...sorry about that," he said slowly, realizing that she probably hadn't heard anything he had said to the door. He couldn't repeat himself however, his eyes awkwardly meeting hers. It's easier talking to the door about this.

"You don't have to apologize," she said softly, "it's not like we were dating right?"

"Hm?" he awkwardly piped, feeling his heart flutter as she mentioned him possibly dating her.

She chuckled. "We weren't official, I get that you were just out to have some fun, so it's okay. Don't apologize cutie," she reassured, smiling sweetly at him before leaning against her opened door.

Hoseok grinned at her calling him cutie. Laughing awkwardly, he caught himself, smile forcing to fade before he could make a total fool of himself by smiling too huge.

Freeda smiled to herself, trying not to flush a slight bit under his gaze. "Well since that's cleared," she said softly, biting down at her lower lip, "did you need anything else?"

Hoseok swallowed, staring over at her straighten up from against the door. Watching her legs graze one another slowly, he felt his mouth dry up as he shook his head slowly. "No," he said slowly, smiling nervously, "I uh, I should go. It's getting pretty late."

Freeda didn't say anything, simply watching the awkward man before her.

"Okay," she sweetly responded, nodding her head and waiting patiently for the man to leave.

Hoseok moved back, laughing nervously. Bumping into the hallway wall behind him as he walked back, he caught himself before he could fall. Freeda's brows jumped.

"Are you-"

He cut her off, bowing, "Good night," he sang out, wanting to run out of the hall quickly.

"See you around!" she giggled out, watching the man try not to bump into anything else as he left.

She watched him look at her as he was about to turn the corner. Waving at him shyly for the very first time, both were shocked over her sudden red cheeks. Hoseok was so shocked that he managed to grin and walk straight into the edge of the hallways turn, his cheekbone smacking into the hard edged-surface. Freeda's eyes widened as she rushed out from her apartment and went to assist the man that cursed while holding his face.

-

Kai waited by Serina and you, palms sweating as she set out plates of food for the both of you.

Serina glanced over at you, shoving at your arm in order to get your attention away from the food and over at an anxious Kai instead. Your brows jumped at your own negligence towards the fact that Kai was going to see a conscious Shawn any minute now.

"He's okay," you softly reassured, "he's not mad or anything...well not entirely."

Kai swallowed harshly at that and your face scrunched. You didn't know how to comfort the pregnant woman.

"I-"

"Oooo it smells good," a low voice sang out, moving to stride into the kitchen.

Serina was the first to see Shawn, smiling hugely, she giggled before running from her seat and over to hug that man who was finally up and about. Laughing when she crashed into his tall form, Serina felt her eyes tear up.

He chuckled, slightly confused over seeing his sister here and not with his mother back at the hotel they had said they were staying at. Laughing, he hugged her back, "Ay sis!" He ruffled at her hair as she pulled away all teary eyed. He grinned, "aw don't cry," he chimed, laughing before bringing her into his chest again. "I missed you," she sniffled, hugging him tightly.

"Missed you too," he sighed out, moving away from her hold and catching a glimpse of you at the table. He smiled, hand at is sister's shoulder as both moved down the hall.

"Who made breakfast?" he asked softly, laughing a little when seeing Serina's face change. She grew nervous.

"I did."

Shawn's gaze fell over to Kai. His heart fell to his stomach at the very sight of her. Eyes moving down to her large baby belly, he smiled lightly to himself, almost painfully.

"Hi," Kai piped awkward, smiling hugely when seeing the colour in his cheeks. He looked so lively and alive.

Shawn licked at his bottom lip, glancing over at Serina and you quickly before awkwardly meeting Kai's gaze that never seemed to leave him. "Y-Yeah," he let out, hand rubbing at the back of his neck in nerves, "...hi."

Kai giggled, almost squealing at the fact that he answered to her.

Smiling at how cute that was, Shawn glanced over at his feet, moving to lean against the entrance of the hall, his shoulder slipped while against the surface. He laughed awkwardly as he tried again and succeeded.

"How are you?" he asked softly, eyes repeatedly moving down to the baby.

It was so surreal to finally see her.

"I'm great," she chimed, a little awkward herself, "now that you're back."

His brows deepened at that and she laughed nervously. "I uh, I was wondering if we could talk maybe...I uh-"

"It's about the baby," you quickly shot out, wanting to save this sudden situation.

"What about him?" Shawn asked softly, a little worried as he leaned off the wall and straightened up.

"N-No, well yes, the baby," Kai began, trying to save herself from you accidentally freaking the man out, "but, also about us...what happened between Jimin and I. I wanted to talk to you about that."

"What's there to talk about?" he asked softly, barely able to look Kai in the eyes.

"I want to apologize," she said softly, feeling tears build up in her eyes at the very thought of her ever hurting the man.

"I'll pass on that conversation," he said numbly, eyes glazing over cold as he eyed her finally. His jaw clenched when seeing tears in her eyes, "but we can still talk about the baby yeah?" he piped, smiling lightly over at her as reassurance as he stepped back from the kitchen.

"Where you going?" you sighed out, feeling the need to put Kai, Jimin, and Shawn locked in a room.

"Out," he mumbled, moving down the hall swiftly.

"What about breakfast?" Serina asked, trying to help out the situation and have her brother stay.

"Not hungry," he sang out from the door, moving out quickly.

Kai blinked back tears, trying to smile over at Serina and you the best she could.

-

Hoseok felt something cold at his cheek. Shifting his head on the soft and cushioned surface underneath him, he didn't know when or how he had managed to sleep. Smiling when feeling a hand move the front of his hair back repeatedly in a soothing manner, his smile grew when fingertips grazed his bare forehead.

"Mmm," he hummed out, head snuggling into the pillow that was underneath his head.

His brows furrowed slightly when hearing a soft giggle erupt from near him. Forcing his eyes to squint awake, he had trouble focusing his vision on the face that looked down at him. His eyes widened when catching Freeda's sweet smile directed at him. Wincing when realizing the cold sensation on his cheek was ice, he tensed when Freeda's hand softly grazed his cheek, whispering down at him. "It's okay," she whispered, trying not to laugh at him being startled to see her again. This was his second time waking up from his sleep and he forgot about his head resting on her lap almost every time.

Sitting cross-legged on the couch, Hoseok was sprawled on it, his head on a pillow that she had laid out onto her legs. She had been icing his cheek with his permission, he just couldn't seem to remember any of that conversation every time he were to open up his eyes again.

"What happened?" he asked through his teeth, trying not to whine at the numbing pain in his cheek.

"You walked into a wall," she sighed out, icing down the bruise that was starting to form. She felt incredibly bad, and also embarrassingly confused. Why is he like this around me?

"Oh," Hoseok mumbled, remembering.

Awkwardly glancing up at her gently handling him, Hoseok swallowed hard. "I should go, I'll-" he tried to get up, getting caught off when Freeda scolded him to stay laying.

"I think you might have a concussion," she said softly, her hands gently moving his hair back again. He tried not to smile lightly over how sweet of a gesture that was. The best part was, she was doing it unknowingly.

"I'll be fine."

"You should go to the hospital," she mumbled, trying not to make it sound like she overly cared. But she failed in acting as if she didn't, her act being caught by Hoseok right away. He simply became awkward again and wanted to leave.

She watched him get up, thanking her, he stood up.

Freeda glanced over at where he was once laying. Eyes softening, she puckered her lips awkwardly before getting up herself. "Why are you always trying to leave when around me?" she asked nervously, trying not to sound like an insecure girl as she spoke out. Normally, Freeda wasn't. She was never insecure when it came to men, but with Hoseok, and the way he behaved around her made her uncomfortable now. At first, she found it cute, but now, she wanted to be closer to him, to kiss him and the hug him, but he'd run away...he isn't into me the way I'm into him.

"What do you mean?" he asked breathless, eyes wide when seeing her barely about to look at him as she spoke.

"Nothing," she said swallowing, crossing her arms at her chest, "It doesn't matter now."

"Why doesn't it matter?" he asked softly, wanting to know.

"You're done seeing me right?" she piped, awkwardly laughing as she finally glanced over at him.

Hoseok got awkward again. Palms sweating, he smiled tightly at her. "I'll just..." he glanced at the ground, "leave."

Freeda pursed her lips at that, eyes narrowing. "That's exactly what I meant!" she whined, feeling shitty about herself. She didn't like feeling that way, especially when it came to men. "Whenever I mention anything regarding us being intimate or a possible thing, you grow quiet and awkward!"

"Sorry," he said softly, wanting to move towards the door again.

"Don't apologize," she huffed, "just explain. Talk to me for once..."

"Would you wanna talk to me?" he asked insecure himself, heart surprisingly on the line as he spoke to the woman he grew fond of.

Her cheeks grew hot, hugging herself, "I mean, y-yeah. I'd wanna talk."

"No sex?" he asked softly, brows knitting, "just talk to me...is that what you're saying right now?"

Freeda nodded. Her heart was on the line too. If he were to reject this she'd feel stupid. "Let's just," she smiled to herself, slightly awkward and shy herself, "talk until night falls..."

Hoseok's smiled lightly at her flushing. He liked seeing her shy, it was just a new side to her that he'd probably adore if he spent more time with her. He was so stuck on her sexy and intimating side where he failed to realize she was just a girl. She was a beautiful woman who didn't understand why he was always trying to run.

"Okay."

She grinned instantly at that. He smiled when she smiled.

Feeling her hand grab a hold of his, his stomach fluttered when she sat onto the couch again, tugging his arm down for him to do the same. He did, he sat down by her form that faced him.

"What's your full name," she popped excited, although, she already knew the answer by heart.

He laughed, answering right away, admiring how cute and sexy she was.

"What's yours?"

She answered but he already knew it.

About to ask him another question, Hoseok smiled to himself before beating her to it. "I'm awkward around you because women like you are new to me," he confessed, feeling great as he said it, "you're super independent and sexy...I didn't know what you saw in me when we first hooked up. I guess I just grew nervous."

Freeda listened quietly as he spoke.

Hoseok appreciated the silence she was giving him. Smiling, he allowed himself to open up to the woman completely.

No longer awkward or nervous, he moved closer to her.

...and they did. They talked the day away.

-

She shivered as she slept, feeling her body range an excessive body temperature, she whimpered tiredly in her sleep. She was shaking and cold, yet her burning hot skin spoke otherwise. Sweating, she tried not to curse when being woken up by a body entering her room.

"Leave fucker," she snapped, tired and heavy eyes barely opening as she managed to let go of her sweat stained pillow and slowly sit onto the bed.

Gri chuckled, moving towards the girl he had been tormenting ever since Huli had caught her trying to escape with the others. Although the brave girl had managed to get Huli to stop from sexually harassing her, Gri had managed to get a hold of the woman who was once again held hostage.

"And why would I wanna do that?" he purred, squatting down before the side of her bed so he could reach her eyes that stared coldly over at him.

Kylie's jaw clenched when the man smiled over at her. Watching him slowly bring his hand to her hair, she flinched away when he put a strand of wet hair behind her ear.

"The waterboarding got you sick huh?" he piped, pursing his lips from smiling before getting up onto his feet again.

Kylie watched him move slowly around her bed. The same bed she once shared with Shawn...

"I call it irony," he sang out, pointing over at her shaking form on the bed, "you're a doctor here and yet when you're sick no one's at service."

"I'm fine," she snapped, not wanting to give him any sort of satisfaction. However, her body didn't match her mind set as she shook and sweat crazily, the fever causing her to see black dots around his form. She couldn't remember the last time she had managed to stay awake for at least an hour.

"Are you really now?" he asked cockily, crossing his arms over his chest, "then maybe we should up the lil' punishments, now shouldn't we?"

Kylie's eyes narrowed. "Or," she sang out herself, trying not to have her teeth chatter from the shaking, "why not just be a decent human being for once and let me go back to my family and friends?"

Gri grinned.

Kylie's cold expression didn't leave her.

"You know," he started walking again, wiggling his finger out as he pointed at her, "I was thinking about it...You were great the first couple of months we brought you here. You obeyed me, and we were a good team."

Kylie watched him slump onto the bed, his head almost hitting her boots that she still wore. She had the sudden urge to kick his skull in and run, but none of it would work and she knew. She was too weak to even move her shaking hands out, let alone kick him and run out safely. She'd be caught by Chul and Gun outside the door and simply tortured with water more... So Kylie stay put, eyeing the side of his face as he stared up at the ceiling and talked.

"You took care of Shawn and the other fighters," he continued, "I almost respected you kid. You're a good kid."

"Then let me go."

"I did," he said softly, "you ran out with Shawn's phone and I was going to leave you alone. It's not my fault you came back and decided to fuck with my system and release one of my best fighters."

"Shawn didn't want this life," Kylie snapped back as a defense, "he wanted to go back to his family and be a father...not your pet for the rest of his life."

"And he can have that now, I don't give a shit," Gri smugly popped out, "cause I've got my eyes on a new pet...a new fighter that will never be able to leave."

Kylie swallowed hard when the man tilted his head over so that he could look over at her.

"Get ready to have your teeth bashed in on a daily," he murmured, standing up.

"I am no fighting for your team," Kylie shot out sternly.

"Who says you have a choice?" Gri laughed, moving to the door.

"I can't fight, I'll simply make your business lose money," she hastily interjected, her stomach turning and twisting at the thought of being stuck here with Gri and Huli for the rest of her life. And at this rate, the rest of her life wasn't going to be long at all...

"You can fight," Gri said moving to the door, "Let's see...you stabbed Huli with a syringe. You were smart enough to get past guards and double cross us... and you managed to stab Huli again- with a knife this time, ouch- when he tried to sleep with you."

"He was going to rape me," she darkly spat, eyeing him in disgust.

Gri shrugged, "same shit."

-

"Same shit," Yoongi chuckled, scribbling at his notes before trying to match his knee shaking up and down to the beat that hummed from the speakers of the studio.

"No!" Iris sang out, moving to glance at every record hung up or staked in the room in awe, "it's not the same! Here, you work and are productive. At my place, you're distracted."

"I'm pretty productive," Yoongi piped grinning; smirking over at her when she understood what he was trying to get at. Iris rolled her eyes, "yes, with sex you are," she chuckled out, trying not to fan girl when spotting their oldest CD behind a photo frame one of the boys left up. She smiled at how cute and tiny all of them looked in the photo.

Iris snorted when spotting Yoongi. "Aw how cute!" she sang out, moving to take hold of the frame and wave it out for Yoongi to see. He rolled his eyes, trying not to cringe at her singing away. He couldn't help but chuckle when she tried to impersonate him and his rap from their debut song, No More Dream.

"You're cute, he piped smiling.

"And you're hot," she purred, smiling at the man who tried to focus on working on his raps.

Iris had forced him to stay away from her for a few days so he could focus completely on his producing and writing. Hating that she missed him so much, she decided to visit at least for an hour today before going back into a pit of despair. She missed the man greatly every day.

"I know I am," he mumbled under his breath, focusing on the sentences he let flow onto the page.

Iris grinned, moving to hug him from behind. Having her arms lightly drape over him as he sat, she crouched slightly down, letting her lips move to his ear. "Hmm," she mumbled before kissing his ear.

Yoongi chuckled, flinching a bit away. "Iris I've got work," he chimed, brows knitting as he remained stuck on a word. Writer's block recently wasn't helping his situation either.

He resorted to blame it on being incredibly tired and stressed over his over thinking. Yoongi was still not fully over what Iris and Shawn had gone through, his mind clouding possible images of what the men had possibly done to Iris. Although she was bubbly and trying to move on from the entire thing, Yoongi couldn't. He was stuck. He was stuck and sick of not knowing...

"You deserve a break," she said softly, hating that he was over working himself again. When Yoongi worked, she had observed his patterns. He would start off with great balance between personal life and work, all while he'd sleep and eat well. But as days would go by, Iris noticed him shifting into barely eating and sleeping. All he'd worry about would be getting a perfect track out. She worried for him.

"I've taken a break already," he said softly, tapping his pencil to the music as he tried to find the rhythm he was dying to find. He hadn't reached that epiphany yet, his head aching as he tried to force the masterpiece out of his system.

Saying hi to me and goodbye to the other members isn't a break," Iris pouted, squeezing his body reassuringly in her arms. She let her head rest on his shoulder, watching him scribble down note after note. "You haven't even eaten dinner yet," she sighed, "it's almost 12 am and even PD Nim has left."

"Iris," Yoongi whined, unable to pay attention.

Iris giggled by his ear, moving to leave a soft kiss at his neck before letting him go and standing on her feet again. Hands moving gently onto his shoulders over his shirt, she rubbed soothingly at his tense muscles. She smiled lightly when he sighed and moved into her touch. Arching his head back, she giggled before lightly pecking his lips by leaning her head down to his form that sat.

He kissed her back, her hair tickling at his cheek, he pecked her lips twice really quick before arching his head forward again, straightening his back, he went to tapping at his pencil again. "There ya go, I took a break," he sighed out, brows knitting once again before moving to focus on his writing again.

Iris grumbled, moving her hands off of his shoulder before walking to simply explore the room some more.

"Have you eaten?" he asked sweetly, eyes on the paper before him.

"Yes," she lied, not wanting him to feel bad about forgetting their dinner plans today. Another reason she decided to stay for longer was that she'd be able to leave with him to eat instead of meet him there. She was glad she took this step. The last thing she wanted was for her to be stuck at a restaurant waiting for him to realize he almost stood her up. Nope, no thank you.

"Good," he sighed out, eyes glancing over at her. He watched her roam around, heart fluttering at the very sight of her.

"Iris?"

"Hm?" she asked sweetly, looking back over at him and not over at the collectibles in one corner of the room.

He eyed her attire and grinned hugely, the weight at his shoulders suddenly disappearing as he felt his heart swell up. "You're wearing the sweater I bought you," he whispered out, eyes narrowing as he watched eyed how comfortable and adorable it looked on her.

Iris giggled, nodding before looking down at the sweater. "I held off on wearing it for a while because it was just so expensive!" she chimed, glaring playfully over at him.

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"I absolutely love it," she whispered, eyes moving over to focus on the collectibles again, "thank you for being so sweet to me almost always."

Yoongi laughed. "Almost always?" he asked teasingly, trying not to laugh as she skipped over to him. He rubbed at her arm when she hugged him from behind again.

"You hurt my pure, innocent, and cute feelings about three times while knowing me," she chimed, sighing dramatically. Yoongi grinned at her playing around. "So yes," she continued, "almost always."

"Would you like too rekindle my memory here?"

"Sure," she piped, giggling when he pecked her cheek that was resting on the side of his head now.

"I'm sorry," she lowly mimicked his voice, "do I know you?"

He laughed when she giggled.

"Second," she chimed; now adding her fingers into the mix. Yoongi simply held her fingers, trying to lace his hand into hers. She whacked his hand away playfully as she continued. "Second," she repeated, "whaaa? Iris? The cute one in the glasses that is super freaky and super hot??? What? No, she's nothing to me."

Yoongi smiled sweetly at her rephrasing his dick moments so easily and with such words. Why is she so fucking cute?! He yelled to himself internally before taking her hips from behind him and pulling her onto his lap immediately. He laughed, smiling when she gasped and tried not to swear so loudly when falling onto his lap.

"Third," she popped, three fingers out, "when you went ultimate douche mode and told me to abort the baby."

She didn't mimic his voice for that last one, a soft smile on her face as she leaned in to kiss him. He sighed, kissing her gently back. "I'm sorry again for that," he said softly, trying not to cringe over how unstable the both of them were during that time.

"I'm sorry too," she sang out grinning.

"How sorry?" he mumbled sexily, hands tightly wrapping around her waist.

"Very," she mumbled, playing with the back of his hair slowly. The smirk on her face simply grew when he nuzzled his nose with hers.

"Sorry enough to maybe help me out?" he asked lightly.

Iris's grin fell at that. Yoongi tried his hardest not to laugh when she groaned out in frustration and tried to move off of him. "Noooo! Help meeee!" he whined playfully, laughing as he held onto her for dear life.

Iris giggled loudly when he practically forced a pencil in her hand. She grinned, "fine, I will."

He chuckled when she turned in his lap, moving to face the desk before the both of them. He watched her start to write, a cynical smile on her face.

"If I write this out, promise me you'll rap it out later?" she asked while scribbling down words.

He tried to peek but she moved her hand over his face and pushed his head back. He groaned, trying not to laugh loudly when she laughed evilly and dramatically.

"Can't promise it'll make it on the album," he teased.

"That's fine," she popped, "all I need is for you to rap it out. No matter what I write you can't back down promise?"

He grinned. "Pinky," he popped, laughing when she smiled instantly at that.

"Okayyyy," she laughed, "get ready to rap about how much you love Hobi oppa's dick!"

Yoongi's brows jumped.

Iris burst out laughing, determined to finish her amateur sex rap.

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A/N: so like...should I have Kai, Shawn and Jimin stuck in a room? lol, I'm just joking..........or am I? mwhahahhaha