Thicker Than Blood

Ch. 9-First Time

"it's not that I'm not thrilled to see you," my brows knitted in confusion as I stepped into the gym, "but where's Jungkook?"

Suga barley even bothered to look over at me, a bored expression on his face, "he had a job to do. So Namjoon made me come instead".

Yesterday morning the leader had called a group meeting to fill everyone in on the EXO situation. He then had all the members introduce themselves with their real names. RM was Namjoon, Suga was Yoongi, Jin was Seokjin, J-Hope was Hoseok, and of course, I already knew V was Taehyung, and Jimin and Jungkook just used their real names all the time.

"are you even listening?" I snapped back into reality only to be faced with a glaring Suga standing with his hands on his hips.

"s-sorry" I sheepishly replied. I'm going to be honest, he still kind of scares me and I've been doing my best to avoid him ever since the time he attacked me in the living room for questioning them about Mania.

He huffed, "I said I'm supposed to be teaching you self-defense, but I really don't feel like doing that right now so we're doing something else instead".

"uh, okay?" I raised an eyebrow, "what are we doing then?"

Suddenly, he started to walk past me heading for the door I had just come through. On his way, he grabbed my forearm and started pulling me with him. I almost tripped over my sneakers from trying to twist around so I wouldn't be walking backward. The blond man paying no attention to my struggles.

"Yoongi! Please let go of my arm so I can walk" I pleaded only for him to continue to ignore me. Geez, what is with this guy?

He walked smoothly through the house with me doing my best to not end up on the floor. We stepped through a door and into a large open space. My jaw dropped as I took in the contents of the room. Yoongi has brought me to a garage that held several cars, all grossly out of my price range. I couldn't help but gawk at the shiny automobiles. Even someone like myself, who knows nothing about cars, knew these all must have cost a pretty penny.

Though most were blacker than the night sky, there was one candy apple red sports car which was low to the ground and had smooth sleek lines for maximum aerodynamic speed. This car seemed to jump out at me, probably because of the stark contrast in color to the dark cars that surrounded it. I moved closer to it. My hand yearned to reach out and run along its exterior. But before I could act on those urges, Yoongi gave a harsh tug on my wrist and pulled me toward a no less luxurious black SUV.

He finally released me so that I could clamber into the vehicle. He wordlessly pressed a button for the garage door to open and pulled out down the driveway. We sat in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't one of those comfortable silences, at least not for me. I kept fidgeting and adjusting my position in the passenger seat. I would steal glances at him and then look away before he could catch me staring. Yoongi, on the other hand, looked like a statue. He sat perfectly still, in his comfortable driving slouch and stared ahead out the windshield.

I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his head. Was he concentrated on the road or was he mind lost elsewhere? Maybe he wasn't thinking at all. He remains a mystery to me. Piece by piece the boys are beginning to reveal their true selves to me, whether it's intentional or not. I get glimpses of who they really are behind the rough criminal exterior. But this boy, he just seems cold and cool all the time. His dark eyes reveal nothing about what he's feeling. His body language comes across as relaxed, but I can see through that. I know every movement down to the placement of his fingers is calculated and guarded. I don't think that he is emotionless like he wants everybody to believe. No, he's not a blank page. He's a journal full of secrets that are sealed shut with a lock.