🪐✨🌙I am not Moon🌙✨🪐

t h i r t y - f o u r

Tuesday

11:39 p.m.

Yoongi's POV

"Ugh!" I groan in disgust, throwing my extremely stinky sweater into the laundry basket.

I pick up my basket of dirty clothes and walk over  to the laundry room inside the dorm. I push open the door and walk in to see Y/N sitting on top of the dryer. Their eyes are closed with a blissful smile as they sway themselves to whatever they are listening to. I don't think I've seen them this peaceful-like ever. I couldn't help but notice how good they look. It's a comfortable outfit that they're wearing; an oversized hoodie,basketball shorts, and slippers. It all makes her look like a little mouse. It's cute. I walk over to the washer to start a new load.

"Shit! You scared me!" Y/N says, jumping when they notice me.

I chuckle and shake my head, finding the interaction entertaining. More so, I liked scaring Y/N. I plop my laundry basket in top of the washing machine.

"Boo," I respond, waving my hands around.

Y/N rolls their eyes.

I toss my clothes into the washing machine and pour in the detergent. Where is it? I wonder looking around for the fabric softener. There it is I spot it on the shelf next to Y/N. I walk over and grab the fabric softener. I step back and see Y/N is blushing.

"Why are you blushing?" I ask, confused as to why she is.

"What? I'm not blushing!" Y/N responds, feeling their cheeks with the back of their hand.

"You are," I tell them, pouring in the fabric softener in its respected place.

"Am not," they deny, placing their headphones back on her ears.

I close the lid and lean against the wall. I don't know why. Normally I would go back to my room and do whatever, but I don't want to. I want to stay, with Y/N. I tilt my head to the side and look at them. Y/N continues to sway side to side, gently bouncing up and down every now and then as music plays through their headphones. I wonder what they're listening to. I walk over and take Y/N's headphones off their ears and place them on to mine.

Dreams aren't what they used to be

Some things sat by so carelessly

Smile like you mean it

Smile like you mean it

I continue to listen to the song, making out bits and pieces since the song is in english. The song stops, I look at Y/N her phone in their hand.

"Can I have my headphones back?" they ask, already taking their headphones off my ears.

"Maybe, what song was that?" I ask, leaning against the machine.

"Smile like you mean it by The Killers," Y/N answers, placing their headphones around their neck.

"That's an interesting name," I mumble to myself. Y/N nods their head.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. 11:43 p.m is the first thing I see. Then a notification from Instagram, I put my phone back in my pocket.

"Isn't it a bit late to be up?" I question Y/N, they look up from their phone with a raised eyebrow.

"It's not that late, besides, shouldn't you be asleep?" They respond, sitting up straight.

"Shouldn't you?" I reply, crossing my arms.

Y/N chuckles with a shrug, "good point but, that doesn't seem to exist for me," they say, shrinking their posture back to how it was before.

"Felt that," I say, uncrossing my arms.

"I'm just waiting for my clothes to dry, then I have some work to do," Y/N states, putting their hands in the pocket of the sweater.

Don't tell me they stay up late to work on the album. I feel a little guilty that Y/N stays up late. It's not like the seven of us haven't done it, but it's different when you start seeing it happen with someone you wish would just get some rest. I've been feeling a lot of different things since Y/N came into my - our life. I think for the first time in a long time - I've felt butterflies? I've felt butterflies in my stomach. But, maybe that's not the best way to describe it because I don't get scared when I'm around Y/N. When I'm around Y/N I feel at peace, but also free and youthful?I never know if that makes sense, but things make sense when I'm with them. When I'm around Y/N I don't want to take my eyes off them.

"Hey, earth to Yoongi. Yoongs? You there?" I hear Y/N calling.

I shake my head, "Yes?" I say.

"You good?" Y/N asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'm good," I reassure them.

"What are you thinking about?" They ask, tilting their head to the side.

Y/N's hair bounces before rolling to follow the motion of their head tilt.

You.

"Nothing," I respond.

"Okay," Y/N says, tilting their head back up again.

The buzzer on the dyer goes off. Y/N squeaks and jumps off it and clings onto me. I almost lose my balance at the sudden weight latching onto me. Y/N has their head buried into my chest, clinging onto the sleeves of my sweater. I notice that they are shaking. I felt a pang of hurt in my heart.

"Woah, calm down, it's just the dyer," I reassure Y/N, holding them closer.

Y/N slowly lifts their head, their eyes glossy like their were about to cry. Y/N takes a few deep breaths and steps back - there's only so far you can move in this laundry room.

Y/N clears their throat, "Fuck. Shit. Shit," they mutter under their breath, looking down at the ground absentmindedly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that," Y/N apologizes, lifting their head to look at me for a short moment.

"It's okay, no need to apologize," I reassure them.

Y/N nods their head and opens the dryer. They take their clothes out, with how small the space is I can feel the heat from the dryer on my legs. It feels nice. Y/N places their clothes into their basket and begin to leave the room. Before Y/N walks out the door they turn around and look at me for a quick moment.

"Don't stay up too late," they say.

"Good night, Yoongs," Y/N adds, gripping the side of her basket.

"You too, night Y/N," I reply.

Y/N flashes as smile and walks away.

A/N: Hello! Sorry for the short chapter. I hope you enjoyed it though. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S.- you did well today<3