Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Butterfly

"Hey!"

My voice is too high and too loud, so I hastily click the door closed behind me. I'm not trying to hide the fact that Taehyung is in my bed; that's obvious considering he isn't in any other part of the house. But I also don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. Yeah, we kissed...barely. And yeah, for one fleeting second, I thought about how big certain parts of his anatomy could potentially be. And—oh shit—now I'm looking down at Jungkook's crotch. WTH?

"Hi, uh, Noona?"

"Yes?"

"How is he? The manager hyung said he was resting here...?"

That's when I notice that Jungkook's arms are filled with various snacks and treats. He was coming to check on Taehyung. Not to see me. Duh.

"He's good. He's sleeping."

"Oh. Ok."

"Yeah. And I know we're supposed to hang out tonight but..."

Jungkook nods. "No. You stay with him. That's better."

I'm so happy he understands. Still, something in his tone doesn't want me to let Jungkook go.

"Hey, why don't you come in and hang out?"

"Me?"

"Why not? I could use some company and I'm sure he'd feel good knowing you were here."

Jungkook looks apprehensive but he steps inside. I flick on the desk lamp so we won't be standing in the dark.

"Do you think he'll wake up?" I ask as we gaze at Taehyung's sleeping frame.

Jungkook shakes his head. "Nothing can wake him up."

We decide to sit on the floor at the foot of the bed so we don't disturb Sleeping Beauty. I grab my laptop while Jungkook rips open some snacks. He said Taehyung obviously didn't need them so they're free game. I have a feeling they're all Jungkook's favorites anyway.

"You try this one?" he asks, holding up a chocolate cookie looking snack. I open my mouth and he pops it in. I wonder if they know that I'm capable of feeding myself or if they just enjoy babying me.

"Mmmm. What's this?" I point to a bag of crisps. Jungkook happily feeds me one.

"You've been here all day? With Hyung?"

I nod. "We watched movies and played card games. I made him soup."

Suddenly Jungkook laughs. "He's not sick."

"I know," I shrug. "But he seemed so sad and hurt."

Jungkook is still chuckling. "Hyung is genius."

I put on the first thing I can think of—a Korean drama with English subtitles that I had starting watching on the plane ride to Seoul. I'd watched a few dramas in the past, but this one was especially interesting, considering where I am now. Plus it's not fair of me to think they'd be ok with reading subtitles all the time. I should totally do better at being more considerate.

"Have you seen this?" I ask.

Jungkook shakes his head. "What is it about?"

I give him the rundown of how a museum curator is actually an idol fansite and how her love for one particular artist leads to a series of wild events that include the new museum director.

"I know I'm a foreigner and I don't understand fan culture, but is that normal?" I ask him, referring to a scene where the heroine is attacked by the idol's fans because they think she's dating him.