Just Pentagon things

mine~ yanan (day seven)

A/N: a mini rant about how I name my characters. Usually I just pick a name from the top of my head, and since I've met a lot of people from a lot of places, I know a lot of names. But TODAY FOR SOME REASON I can't think of any names, and have decided to use my own. Please don't think I'm a creep I genuinely have run out of names, and plus I think my name fits.

Why am I apologizing? It's my story I can do whatever the heck I want.

Let's get on with it!!

Taylor POV:

"AYYE ITS TAYLOR!!" Wooseok shouts, alerting the entire pentagon dorm of my presence. Pentagon's form of greeting me is very, very.....loud. Screaming. It's just screaming—at the top of their lungs.

I've kept a friendship with Pentagon for a while now—rounding to about a year. I know the guys pretty well, but there's always Yanan. Yanan is great, he's funny and sweet hearted. But often times he doesn't talk to me. Or when he does, he won't talk to me one-on-one for a couple weeks. He may be introverted, but it hurts a little bit..

I skip my way over to the dark blue sofa Hongseok, Yanan, and Changgu are sitting on—squeezing my way between Hongseok and Yanan. If I was honest with myself, one of the reasons I was always with the members is because of Yanan—also one of the reasons why I'm upset he rarely talks to me.

Suddenly, all the guys stand up, either from the floor or from the couch, and walk to the door I just entered from beside the shoe rack. I never understood why they still had that shoe rack, all of their shoes were thrown to the floor anyway.

Leaving no time for them to exit, I speak, "where are you leaving to? I just got here..."

Each and every one of the members come up with futile excuses—-obviously lying. Instead of prying and interrogating, I let them be. Besides the only one who didn't jolt up to the door was Yanan—and why wouldn't I want to be with Yanan?

The Pentagon members wave me and Yanan goodbye,  but as soon as the door slams, Yanan moves to get up out of the couch. On instinct I grab loose fabric from the back of his shirt, and yank him back down to sit with me. Yanan's eyes become saucers as they look at me.

"WHAT WAS THAT—-" He shouts, rubbing the back of his head that hit the couch when I pulled him.

"No you can't get up! You're my prisoner for the day!"

Yanan breaths a long sigh before prying my hand from his white t-shirt, "alright Taylor I'm here now. What are we gonna do while we wait for them to get back?"

In silence, I think to myself. Feeling the warmth of my hands as I hold my own hand—taping my pointer finger silently on my knuckle. "You wanna...play 20 questions?" I ask lifting my head up as my voice grows to a pitch as high as a mouse—a nervous reaction.

While I was looking, Yanan's focus must have been on my hands. Because when I look up to meet his gaze, his head picks up with mine. In response to my nervous, high-pitched voice, Yanan smiles,"I would love to."

This— this is the type of thing that confuses me. Mere seconds ago he was yelling at me. Now he's smiling at me with those lovely teeth—white and pearly; lining up like soldiers, and staring at me with those dark eyes—still bright with excitement as they stare back at me.

My smile reflects his, "you go first."

"Okay...do you like Kino?"

My face scrunches into something vulgar, "huh?"

"Do. You. Like. Kino?" Yanan asks, his face straight and serious. We were playing 20 questions I know, but I was expecting a gentle, soft question at first—but if this is what he wanted me to answer, I'm obligated to obey the rules.

Shifting in my seat, I face Yanan directly—and find him mirroring my actions turning his entire body to face me. "No, no I do not."

Yanan swivels his head until his mouth reaches his shoulder, "Damn I owe him 10 bucks—"

"What?"

"Nothing. Your turn to ask the questions!" Yanan smiles, turning his attention back on me.

Not thinking about anything but payback—and sweet, sweet revenge, I ask him, "Do you like me?"

Yanan doesn't say anything. Nothing. But his eyes do not leave mine as they drill a hot spear through my eyes. Uncomfortable, I shift my attention to the painting behind him, before folding my hands together again.

"I don't like this game anymore." Yanan pouts, crossing his arms and facing forward. With those words, a sorry, hurt feeling attacks me—guilt, I identify it as.

"Okay Yanan, I'm sorry we don't have to—"

"TAAAYYYLOORR WE'RE BACK!!" Kino yells, skipping into view along with the other members. Hongseok is holding multiple bags of water in his muscled arms, and I assume they were just being weird again, and didn't want to tell me they were making a quick trip downstairs to grab some water.

"Taylor look at Hongseok's fat muscles!" Shinwon gawks, holding a hand over his mouth. Entranced by Hongseok's build, I slide out of the seat and walk over to counter, where Hongseok and the water were. Even though I didn't have any feelings for Hongseok—it didn't take any feelings to admire his muscles.

As soon as he sets down the water, Hongseok rolls up his sleeves, and slaps his biceps once—signaling me to touch.

Shaking my hands in objection and briefly looking at Yanan, I stamper, "Hongseok I don't—"

"Come on Taylor! We've known you for a while this is perfectly normal!" Hongseok reassures, giving me a slight nod then looking at his muscles.

"Okay..." I trail off, holding a hand out to grip Hongseok's meaty bicep. Just before my hand touches him, Yanan interjects and I pull my hand back.

"ACTUALLY ME AND TAYLOR WERE PLAYING A GAME!!"

Hongseok turns his attention to Yanan for a bit and relaxes his flexed arm. "Yanan the game can wait, stop being rude."

Yanan bites his lip, eyes shifting over to me for any sign of distress, then hangs his head low—slowly nodding as he slumps down into the sofa again. Hongseok, who ignores whatever interaction just went on with Yanan turns back towards me, bends his arm, and flexes once again. The rest of the members are standing beside me, and the energy radiating off of them adds to the suspense as my hand travels through the air.

"YES, YES I DO TAYLOR!" Yanan shouts, bouncing up from the couch.

Hongseok, who seems pleased with what Yanan just said, smirks. But it Hui who says, "SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST!!"

Yanan's hands ball up into fists beside him as his neck strains while he lifts his head toward the sky. "TAYLOR I LIKE YOU!!"

An audible gasp is had from me, and I cover my mouth with both my hands—trying to control my tears from falling. But wasting no time, Yanan comes and tightly wraps his hand around one of my wrists, dragging me far away from Hongseok and his muscles.

"Told ya it'd work," Hongseok whispers, elbowing Hui an laughing.

"How'd you know to spy on them while we left though?" Wooseok asks.

Hongseok shrugs and roughly pats the back of his younger counterpart, "you'll understand when you're older."

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A/N: if it makes it any less cringey, while I was writing this I wasn't even aware that Taylor was my name.

Plus I didn't write this like it was ACTUALLY me, it could be anyone named Taylor...

Anyway hoped you enjoyed! This one was really soft and cute. Do you guys like soft and cute? Or are y'all ya know...👀  Or a good balance? Let me know!!