Cov•et - K-pop/Multi Group FF

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Sunday October 9th, 2022

"That depends," I tease as I stand up and trail behind him, closing the door to the studio as he exits the hallway, "who's dipshit number 1?"

Yoongi snorted as he extended his hand for me to walk ahead of him down the stairs, "one is Hope, two is Jimin, three is Jungkook, and four is Taehyung. Namjoon and Jin Hyung tend to share spot five."

I rolled my eyes at his playful words before taking further steps to go downstairs. Jimin stood near the front door with his back pressed tightly to the wood, and his face lit up in a panic. It took Yoongi all of two seconds to realize he wasn't here to bug him, and he immediately wore a look of concern.

"Jimin-ah, what's wrong?" He asked slowly as he moved past me and walked straight up to Jimin.

"Oh! Cova-ssi! I-wow. I'm so sorry-Yoongi Hyung, what I'm about to tell you-fuck! I need you to come to Hobi Hyung's for a second!" Jimin's eyes went back and forth between Yoongi and me for a moment; deep panic was written all over them before I decided to speak up.

"It's okay, you go. Im going to shower if you don't mind," I made the decision easier for Yoongi, knowing he'd definitely want to be there for his brother, regardless of how serious his news was.

"Okay, yeah, let's go to Hobi's. I'll be back, yeah?" Yoongi said softly as he looked at me with apologetic eyes.

"Don't worry; I'll enjoy my time in your nice shower," I joked as I shooed him towards Jimin.

"Sorry for stealing him, Cova-ssi. I'll have him back soon," Jimin apologized with a slight bow.

"Oh please, you're fine. I have to make a work call at some point as well." I gave them both small smiles before retreating toward the bathroom and grabbing my overnight bag. I heard the sound of the front door clicking, signaling I was now alone, and I headed for Yoongi's bathroom.

Yoongi's bathroom was more luxurious than I expected it to be. Dark and light contrasting walls, a double sink with grey tiles scattering the base. His shower was wider than any shower I've ever been in, and his bath almost stopped my heart. It was centered in the middle of the bathroom, built into the ground, and wider, almost like a hot tub. Hanging from above was an oversized showerhead, and the Jets inside made me tingle in awe.

This is what it's like to be rich, huh?

A/N: picture something similar to the tub from the movie Game Plan with The Rock.

Grabbing some shower essentials, I stripped myself of my clothes and set the bottles inside. I noticed from the corner of the room there was a floor-length mirror, and my mouth dropped when I saw the deep bruises tattooed on my hip.

Yoongi was a feisty one; I'll give you that.

I liked seeing them.

Heaving a sigh of contentment, I spent a few minutes figuring out his space shower and turned the water to a scalding temperature before stepping in. The hot water soothed every muscle and eased every tendon. I could spend hours in here; I felt so at peace here in Yoongi's massive intergalactic shower.

A piece of me hoped Yoongi would be back before my shower was over and join me, but after fifteen or so minutes, and my routine long over with, I turned off the water and stepped out. I decided to get dressed, add some skincare, and dry my hair. By the time all of that was finished, I walked out into the living room and noticed Yoongi still wasn't there, which piqued further curiosity.

I hope Jimin is okay.

I ended up receiving the work call I intended to get, which was updating me on my role for Ateez's upcoming tour. After the long and somewhat dull conversation, I threw my phone on the island and grabbed a snack from my bag.