This is the first part to the reader's storyline with Suga. Three parts remain.
Graceful? You didn't really call it that. Although you could maneuver with the best of them, it still sounded as if you stomped across various stone steps on the way to the front door. Sneakers shouldn't have made this kind of noise. Yet, they did. China could have heard you coming. With a deep sigh, you tried not to let the currently heightened sense get to you. You'd made it so far and now things were going to change. They'd probably do so the second you walked through the front door. You eventually did get to it, staring forward as if it were made of fire. Reddening in pigment and on the inside of your body, it practically was. Your fist lifted and knocked onto the door, a part of you surprised since a larger part tried to convince you to turn back around. That would've been easy. To leave. To make a phone call and say you couldn't do it, to choose one of the other two who did so well. Because they did. You knew that. You didn't even watch and you could feel it in your bones. Psyching yourself out with the flood of thoughts, you pivoted away from the door and began to step from it. You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard it open.
"Oh… it's you," a voice that didn't sound too enthusiastic said. What a push for your self esteem.
Gulping down anxiety, you willed yourself to turn around. Standing right in the doorway with one hand on its frame and his body leaning to the left, Min Yoongi narrowed his eyes rather lazily. No scan took place, a deep chestnut immediately locating your orbs. The eye contact made you nervous, but somehow, you kept it long enough until he broke it himself and entered the apartment without much of a care. Blinking, you stood there in confusion. The cold air reached around your body and nestled itself into your facial structure as you dumbfoundedly tried to move from where you were. Considering the small second of an encounter, you didn't want to. Your body just wasn't convinced.
An irritated noise came from inside. When you tried to glance at the source, Yoongi came back at the entrance, his hands gripping the door frame as he leaned outward. Lifting one eyebrow, he gestured his head in the direction you were supposed to be walking.
"Aren't you going to come in? It's warm in here and you're letting all the cold in." Embarrassment filled your being as you tried to get over your starstruck demeanor with a nod of your head. Rolling his eyes, he took one step, but waited at the spot he occupied. It's like he wanted to make sure you'd follow this time. Sighing, you finally felt your almost numb legs move. Immediately, you were hit with the warmth he spoke of. He casually maneuvered a bit behind you to close the door, but then he stalked back in front of you. Wordlessly, he led you to where the others were, a sudden fleet of yells in excitement almost knocking you down to the floor.
The first to greet you was Park Jimin, his arms engulfing you in an embrace as he chuckled happily. You barely had a chance to pat your hands to his back as Jung Hoseok pulled you into a hug of his own.
"I remember how you did! It was very good!" Jimin smiled and reached for your hands respectfully, slightly shaking them before Kim Taehyung stepped forth and brought you into a side hug. The appreciation continued even more.
"Excellent dancing," murmured Hoseok to which Taehyung and Kim Namjoon agreed. Namjoon's greeting was a tad more reserved, his arms out as if he were asking for an embrace first before anything. Although you did enjoy the bursts of energy towards you, you were also overwhelmed. Calming slowly, you stepped into his hug and he gently patted your back. The same occurred with Jeon Jungkook. He requested a hug and you gladly obliged, feeling more and more welcomed as the seconds flew by. Especially when Kim Seokjin hugged you with the same enthusiasm.
"So," Namjoon started, "since we're now a total of eight, it's going to be slightly more cramped in here."
"After discussing it with the manager, we realized what the best place for you would be." This is where curiosity filled your veins, eyes traveling to Yoongi who stood at the frame of the doorway you entered. His arms were crossed against his chest and you couldn't help but to stare for a moment. Something about him seemed off. Some kind of distress that you felt had to do with you. Maybe that insecurity you harbored decided to put the blame on your shoulders, but the vibe in your gut couldn't be ignored.
"Y/N?" Namjoon's voice snapped you back into reality and you turned your head a tad confused. He smiled in reassurance, a hand placing itself onto your shoulder thoughtfully. Had your thoughts been written that clearly on your facial expression to be read for anyone literate?
"We decided we would make some small changes. Everything is already packed up for you in your room, but we thought we'd let you know who's rooming with who now. It's going to be me and Taehyung, J-Hope and Jimin, Jungkook and Jin," oh you knew where this was going. Your smile fell for a split second and you had to have it brighten back up. "and you and Suga. He's been struggling with some music lately and we thought you might be able to help out since we've all been doing some stuff as of late. You don't mind, do you? We'll gladly switch roommates around if you'd like."
In all seriousness, you wanted things to be changed. You wanted to room with anyone but Yoongi. Except, you didn't want to make any fuss over it. It already seemed like there'd been some standoffish feelings between the two of you. More so from his side. If you asked for a change, you could probably have those feelings develop further. Besides, maybe he was just being territorial. You never knew how things could go unless you tried.
Checking the doorway, you realized Yoongi was gone. He must've left when Namjoon said who was to room with who. That must've been a discussion Yoongi didn't enjoy. Trying to hide away your disappointment, you tried to smile your brightest as you faced Namjoon.
"I don't mind at all. It sounds perfect."
The meal cooked by Jin really brought all of you together. You didn't know how much you could laugh until you sat at the table. They were all warm with you. Well, almost all were kind towards you. It's not that Yoongi tried to be rude, either. It's just that he remained quiet, picking more at his food rather than digging in as the rest of the members did. Something seemed to be on his mind. A large part of you thought it had to do with you. Considering it rather selfish and narcissistic, you tried not to focus on him throughout the meal. Still, you noticed when he left in the middle of everything. You caught looks from the others, as if they knew something you didn't. Thankfully, you were rather good at reading people. They were more so looks of worry, but in that worry, they also knew nothing could be done.
Yoongi hadn't been in the room when you reached it late at night. You didn't try to dwell on it, getting ready for bed so you could get the day started in the morning. You fell asleep easily to your great surprise.
That is until a stream of music woke you from where you laid. Blinking away grogginess, as much as you could anyway, your head tilted upwards to try and make out where the sound came from. A shelf divided the room, but that didn't shield anything that went on the other side. You sleepily sat up and tried to wake up further. Your eyes barely adjusted to the darkness after you rubbed them with your fists. The light pressure had been enough to help you out, a silent yawn coming forth. Stretching your arms out, you slid from the mattress quietly to the harmony being produced.
Your head peaked out from behind the shelf, your eyes adjusting further when you saw light filtering from the source of music. Yoongi sat in front of his computer, curled fingers tucked under his nose and over his mouth. He looked so focused as he stared forward. The light coming from the screen highlighted the brilliance of his white hair. It shone in movement, moved backwards as he pushed his chair to the side. He seemed keen on accomplishing something. You didn't know what, but the clear focus in his eyes gave him away. You didn't notice how you were moving from behind the shelf until his head shifted in recognition. It remained unbothered, but he knew you were awake. Watching. Staring. You were caught without really being looked at.
"For someone who talks a lot about valuing sleep, you're up rather early." Your steps were gradual, getting closer to him despite your need to be more closed off. He's been the one to give you the cold shoulder. You taking the first step starked in contrast.
"For someone who's supposed to be asleep, you're up at three in the morning." The small hostility didn't hide itself inside on his voice, prominently displaying over even though it resonated in sound waves. That made you stop, a few feet from Yoongi who hadn't even looked at you yet. His eyes stayed on the screen, but he did have the courtesy to turn down the volume of the music.
"I'd be sleeping if someone didn't wake me up," you replied rather snarkily. That caught his attention. Turning his chair, he finally pinned you with his stare, amusement painting his features. A tell had moved the system, a pen in the hand you hadn't noticed as he clicked it in the air.
"Pardon me, I didn't know you had ears like a hawk. Never woke Jin up." He regarded you with a thin line on his lips now, almost as if he were analyzing you. Surrounded by opaque, you didn't see it as a good opportunity. Or maybe he did so because no one else was in the room. You dismissed this idea when you recalled how he barely gave any help when you met at the front door.
"Well, since I'm up, maybe I can help you out with whatever you're working on there." If there were any remnants of a smile, they surely disappeared when you mentioned succor. He returned to his previous position in ignoring your existence as he centered his attention on the screen. He typed rather hastily before everything dimmed down a bit.
You couldn't help but wonder what it was exactly that you said. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him. Instinct told you to stay as logic told you to go back to bed. You ignored your brain, keeping your ground. He must've thought you'd move because he glanced over his shoulder, a breath of annoyance coming from his lips. At that, you had enough.
"Okay, what the hell is your problem?" The question boiled down to your short temper, your expression turning more angry than annoyed. Taken back by your outburst, albeit on the quiet side since it was still the middle of the night, he pushed his chair backwards when he stood up and neared you.
"I asked for a way to reach new audiences, not a new member. I asked for everyone to contribute something to their part, and instead, I got a lot of goofing off. Excuse me if I'm a bit on edge, but I asked for help from people I consider family. From managers to people I consider my brothers… and do you know what the hell I got?" There'd been a minimal amount of space between the two of you, his head tilted down so he could create eye contact.
"All I got was you. Does that answer your question?" You were in shock when he finished. You almost wanted to scream. He waited for a reaction but when he got nothing, he turned back to the computer and shut it down. You were left in darkness when he slid into his bed.
It took you a full minute to get to yours.
But… a whole three hours to fall asleep.
