SOUL } BTS

SOUL } 11

We were driving to 'Practice', and Yoongi was tapping along to the music that was playing in his earbuds. He took one look at me, and put one of the earbuds in my ear, so we could listen together. 

The beat was amazing, and the lyrics were fire, but Yoongi pulled the earbud out of his ear with a slightly sour face when the song was done. "I recorded that a few days ago for an album for Agust D but I don't really like it anymore." He says, and I nod slightly. "It's really good, but if you don't agree with your lyrics anymore then you shouldn't release it." I explain, and he sighs, "But I'm afraid that I'll turn all mushy when I'm writing songs."

I am glad we're in an Uber now, so no other member is listening. I let him pull my legs onto his lap and I adjust my position so it's comfortable. "You know, you could write a song about not being soft just because you found your soulmate." I say, and he nods. "I think it'll be hard not to write songs about you." He says, and I just crack a goofy grin. 

"I thought you were a bad ass." I say playfully, and he scrunches up his nose. "I am a bad ass. I'm the most heartless, stone cold bad-ass you'll ever meet!" He defends, and I giggle, "April fools!" He pokes my thigh as he gives me the gummy. "It's June you asshole!" He laughs. 

I savor the sincere smile on his face, before the Uber stops. "We're here." The old Uber driver says, and we get out. Yoongi straightens my mask and my hat before he pulls me through the few fans outside the building. When we get inside, nobody really questions me with Yoongi. When we get to the practice room, everyone's stretching already. Hoseok and Jimin both run at me the second they see me, kind ripping me from Yoongi as they hug me. When they let me go, I return to holding Yoongi's hand. 

"Sorry, Hyung." Jimin says when he sees Yoongi's face. 

"It's fine." He says, although his glare to them both says otherwise. I poke him in the side, "Come on, Yoongi."

I pull him over to the corner. He sits down, and pulls me down right next to him. They start dancing soon after, Hoseok helping the choreographer off and on. Man these kids are hot when they dance. I turn to Yoongi halfway through the session, and realize that I'm almost sitting on his lap. His arm is around my shoulders, and I scoot back onto the floor a little, a little embarrassed.

"Let me try something." I mumble, and look back to the boys as they're dancing. I keep my eyes specifically on Jimin and when he catches my eye, I bite my lip slightly. He slips on the floor, and falls on his butt, Seokjin falling right over him. I start laughing quietly, and cover my mouth as Hoseok starts laughing too. 

Yoongi starts snickering beside me, "You made Jimin fall!" He laughs, and I giggle. 

They finish dancing after around another hour, and I realize that Yoongi fell asleep. His arms are around my stomach, and I'm in between his legs watching the boys. Yoongi's head is on my shoulder, his face nuzzled into my neck. Hoseok and Jimin wander over to me after practice. "Yoongi looks cozy." Hoseok says, and I giggle. I turn to him gently. "Yoongi." I hum. "Yoongi." I say again, and he opens his eyes gently. Then he smiles softly. "What time is it?" He asks, lowering his hands and pulling back from my neck. 

"Practice is over, and I think we may have an interview." Hoseok says, before lowering a hand to help me up. I grab his hand and the second I am on two feet, I help Yoongi up too. "How am I supposed to pay attention with that awful pain?" He asks, and Jimin bites his lip. "I'm sure we can work something out." Jimin says. 

"We have an interview, guys, come on." Namjoon then says. "We going in the van?" Hoseok asks, grinning, and Namjoon nods. "Let's go." He says. I grab Jimin's hand with my other one, and Yoongi pulls on my mask as they lead me to the garage and into the van. I sit in between Jimin and Yoongi, with everyone else scattered around. "Everyone buckled?" I hear the driver ask. "We're all good to go!" Jimin says, before turning to me. "That wasn't funny, looking at me like that while I was dancing." Jimin whispers, leaning closer to my ear. I turn to him with an amused expression.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about, Jiminie." I say, making him narrow his eyes. "I'll get you back!" He warns, and Yoongi snickers. "Right, okay. You slipped so quickly!" He laughs from the other side of me. I chuckle.

The rest of the car ride consists of Namjoon starting an argument with me about the theory of relativity (I won), Hoseok singing Wrecking Ball (butchering the English and making me cringe) and Taehyung starting a game of telephone. 

When we're at the place for the interview, Yoongi sighs. "Should we smuggle her in with the staff?" He asks, and Namjoon shoots him a look. "You know that'd never work." He says, making Hoseok sigh softly. "Fine, I'll just suffer." Yoongi says, his angst-y self coming out. I sigh. "I'm sorry Yoongi." I say, and he pats the top of Hoseok's hat.

"It's a radio interview, right? So why can't we bring her in?" Yoongi whines, and Jimin bites his lip before talking. "Look, there are ARMY camping outside." He says, pointing to the few fans holding signs. "Fine, fine. Well, put the channel on at least, so she can hear us." He says compromising. They make sure that the channel is on before they leave me. It might not hurt to be away from any of them, but it sure is boring as hell.

WORD COUNT: 1018

Okay well happy Friday lol

I slept all day today, and it was exhausting.

Also

bOy DoNt cALL mE AnGeL 

Kisses x