were you someone so prideful? Why couldn’t you just let someone give you a
helping hand and say ‘thank you’ in return? Why did you have to be stuck in the
backseat of a cab with someone on the way to your apartment before you started
to argue with them? You had always prided yourself on being pride, no surprise
there, but there were times when your pride needed to chill for a while, like
“I had it handled.” You sternly told CJAMM who was looking at
you in bewilderment.
“You were being manhandled, if that’s what you mean.” He
countered, sinking further into his seat.
“That’s now what I mean and you damn well know it, CJAMM.”
CJAMM held his hand up then, his eyes closed before he looked at you, “Would you
please stop calling me by my stage name? It’s Sung-Min.”
Jon was feeling a little better, still not one hundred percent but he just decided to keep quiet and not show anyone that he was feeling anything but okay. Brian had bagged tickets to SmackDown so he was with the couple along with his wife and obviously they were going on drinking, that was the only way the self proclaimed dream team finished a night together. After piling into a taxi Jon took the passenger seat so he didn’t really have to do much talking and let the other three sit in the back. Brian rested his arms on the backseat on the cab, one arm around his wife and the other around Renee, being the casual flirt that he always was.
Troye’s first words to the kitten he’d just signed adoption papers for were not exactly what the animal shelter staff had expected. Nevertheless, the gangly Australian boy seemed truly excited to be collecting the small creature, and had purchased a mountain of supplies, from harnesses and bowls to the high end litter boxes, and a dozen different types of treats. He loaded it all into the backseat of a cab before coming back in to take the tiny kitten with him. As the cab drove off, Troye stared into the pet carrier at the furball. He’d chosen an orange medium hair with bright blue eyes and a stumpy little tail. The tiny thing had already spread hair across Troye’s favourite black jumper, and it’s annoying vibrations as it purred were making him regret this decision. He decided to focus on what would happen when he got home.
A couple hours later, with meetings finished and coffee in hand, Connor climbed out of his car and walked up to his apartment door. He knew Troye was home so didn’t bother fumbling for his keys, instead just turning the handle and pushing his way inside. “Tro, I’m back! Are you ready to go out? What’s my big surprise today?” Connor walked further into the apartment, before the reply came. “It’s in here, babe!” Troye’s voice carried from the direction of the bedroom, and Connor rolled his eyes. If that boy had built up all this hype about a big surprise when he got home and it turned out to be just him naked in bed… it wouldn’t be a bad thing, but it was a little misleading. He strode to the bedroom, ready to shake his head, but instead found Troye standing awkwardly in the doorway to his room. “Your surprise is in there. I don’t know how to deal with it so I was just waiting for you because I don’t really want to be alone in there with it…” Troye’s voice trailed off as he stepped aside and pushed the door open, and Connor looked curiously inside. Nothing seemed to be inside, until he noticed the sheets rustling, seemingly of their own accord. Before he could ask Troye what was going on, a bright orange head popped out between the pillows, and the kitten leapt forward onto the sheet, chasing something invisible to the boys. Connor’s eyes went wide and his smile seemed to split his face in half. He rushed forward and scooped up the creature. “Troye you didn’t. I thought you hated them? You always say no. You said we travel too much. I thought - what is it’s name? Is it it a girl or a boy? Troye, what is this!?” Troye was grinning too, but not at the ugly little orange thing, at his boyfriend’s childlike glee. “I don’t like cats, babe, you know that, but I really like you. And I thought it was about time we got you a kitty. Your fans are quite adamant that you need one, and I think the look on your face confirms it. It’s a girl; I wasn’t about to bring another man into your life, especially when I know you’ll end up loving the thing more than me. She doesn’t have a name, yet, but if it’s okay with you, I was thinking Sydney? We can call her Syd for short.”
Syd followed Connor everywhere. When Troye came home from the studio late at night and Connor was passed out on the couch, Syd would be curled up between his bent knees, glaring at Troye as he gently woke Connor to take him to bed. If he got back from an early morning flight to find Connor still cuddled between the sheets, Syd would be sprawled across Troye’s pillow, and would hiss at Troye in his attempts to slip into bed. The kitten loved Connor, but she had no such affections for Troye, and the sentiment was mutual. Troye didn’t mind though, the animal brought so much joy into Connor’s life. He loved the way Connor’s eyes lit up when Syd came bounding into the room, the way Connor crawled around on the floor like an idiot to play games with his kitten, and the sight of Connor asleep in a chair with Syd in a ball on his chest. The cat was a nuisance and he stunk and his fur was everywhere, but Troye had zero regrets about bringing the little pest home.
Weeks went by and Troye discovered that his hate for the creature had minimized. When it brushed past his feet in the morning as he tried to tame his hair, the urge to kick it away was gone. If he found Syd sleeping in his spot on the couch, he would find a different spot to sit. He was beginning to not only tolerate the animal, but accommodate it. He tried to ignore his changing emotions, but Connor wouldn’t let him. The older boy teased Troye, and insisted he was becoming a cat person. Connor caught him petting Syd once and didn’t stop talking about it for days. Troye hated it; hated Syd, hated Connor. Except, he really truly didn’t. And if he was being honest, Connor was kind of right. Sure, Troye still hated cats and found them to be useless and a nuisance, but Syd was different. How could Troye hate something that brought the man he loves so much joy?
One evening, Connor was wrapped up in business meetings until late into the night. He called Troye to apologize but the phone rang through to voicemail every time. He was nervous; it was supposed to be a night out together and he wasn’t there; he was sure Troye was mad. After the last meeting finally ended, Connor drove home, risking one more delay to pick up sushi from Troye’s favourite place before going back to their apartment. He entered tentatively, expecting to find a disappointed boyfriend on the couch. Instead, he walked into an empty living room. Connor set down his belongings and looked around, ending up at his bedroom door. From outside, he could hear Syd purring, and he pushed the door open. There, in the middle of the bed, were the two loves of his life. Troye curled into a ball with Syd asleep in the middle of his limbs. Troye’s hand was under Syd’s neck, and their faces were inches apart. Connor smiled and pulled out his phone, quickly snapping a photo. He took a step closer to get a better angle, but managed to squeak the floorboards. Troye’s head moved slightly, and Connor watched as his eyes opened. A blush of embarrassment spread across the Aussie’s face as he realized the compromising position he’d been discovered in. “So Tro, you still hate cats?” Connor asked, clambering onto the bed beside Troye and brushing the messy hair off his baby’s face. “Shut up. Yes, I hate them. This one just, just reminds me of you.”
After that, Connor caught Syd and Troye cuddled together more and more. Troye had fallen for Syd in much the same way Connor had fallen for Troye; the longer he was around him, the more he realized exactly how much he loved him.
The sun shone in through the window while you looked in the
mirror and applied your eye liner. You were getting ready to meet Yoongi at the
mall. You were excited about being seen out in public with him, but you were
more excited just to see him. You’d dressed extra pretty and you’d wore your best
pair of shoes, because you wanted to look as cool as he would. He had suggested
going to the mall because he wanted to spend some time outside of the dorms,
but he made you get up early so we’d both arrive when the mall opened. He had
always hated crowds.
You kissed your grandparents before leaving the house. You
hailed a cab and jumped in the backseat. You put your headphone in and stare
out the window. You watched everything speed past as you thought about him. He
hadn’t left your mind since you visited him at his dorm. You remembered his
warm arms around you holding you as you watched the movie. You felt foolish
thinking about him so much. It didn’t seem like he shared you feeling and he
just thought of you as his best friend, not as girlfriend material. You knew
your feeling would go no where but they seemed to grow despite your wishes and
you were scared you’d end up ruining a perfect friendship. None the less you
couldn’t wait to see his smiling face. It always made everything better no
matter how you were feeling. So it would
have been an understatement to say you wanted to see him. After a couple more
minutes of deep thinking you finally pulled up in front of the mall and you
paid the driver and walked to the door. You looked around but you saw no sign
Suddenly your earbud was pulled out of your ear by someone
standing behind you.
“What are you listening to? I Bet its one of my songs.” A
voice laughed. You turned around quickly to see Yoongi standing beside you
grinning ear to ear. You grinned and turned around and hugged him. “You took
your sweet time getting hear, but its cool. As long as you’re here now.” He
said sweetly. He began you put the ear bub into his ear. You finally realized
what song was playing and you tried to get it back from him as quickly as
possible, but it was to late.
“I didn’t know you liked naughty songs like this.” He said
as the beat from Namjoon’s Song Trouble played
in his ears. “I’m starting to think you like Him more than me.” He smirked as
he lead you into the building. You noticed that he was wearing his new leather
jacket and ripped jeans. His hair was brushed off of his forehead, and you
noted that you liked it better that way.
“Where do you wanna go first Jagi?” He said glancing at you.
Your eyes widened and you lost all train of thought. Did he just call you Jagi?
“I-I do, I-I w-want to go, I r-really don’t k-know.” You
managed to stutter out. He began to double over in laugher.
“I was only joking ______. Your reaction was priceless. I
didn’t think I’d be that freaked out by the thought of he calling you that.” he
said still slightly laughing at you.
“Very funny.” You managed to say, smiling back at him, but
it didn’t reach your eyes. You were bothered by how much you wanted him to say
that to you seriously. The feelings you were beginning to have for him only
seemed troublesome, and you wished they’d go away. “We should go to the girls
clothing store. I want to buy some new jeans.”
“Alright then after that we should go to the arcade. So I
can kick your ass in a couple of games.” He said. You nodded your head after
you telling him you were going to make him cry after you won.
Suddenly a group of four girls approached you and him. Them
stared at him expectantly like excited puppies. “Can we please have your autograph.”
They politely requested.
“Of course, anything for my fans.” He quickly replied.
Fascinated, you watched as he took each one of their papers and signed them
happily. The last girl stepped forward, her long her hair flowed effortlessly
down her back and her cheeks were tinted a cute shade of pink. Her eyes were
downcast as she approached him.
“I’m sorry if we’re disturbed your date with your
girlfriend. We were just so eager to meet you. You’re such an inspiration.” She
said fiddling with her fingers.
“You’re not interrupting anything. This is just my best
friend. I’m happy you decided to come up and talk to me. What’s your name?” His
word stung but you acted like them didn’t. You were alarmed by the way he was
looking at her. He never looked at you that way. He reached forward and put a
strand of hair behind her ear and she giggled. You thought you were going to be
sick. You tried to contain you jealousy and remind yourself that your crush was
“ My name is Rebecca, I’m so excited to finally be able meet
you. Your music is so amazing.” She breathed, talking a bit fast due to
excitement. She reached into her purse and
produced a pen and paper and she began to write. “Here’s my number maybe
you could call me sometime.” In shock you watched in slow motion as he reached
for the paper and you thought about smacking his hand away.
“Thanks I’ll definitely do that.” he said smiling. After the
girls had left you continued to walk through the mall with him. “So what did
you think about her?” he asked glancing over at you.
“She was alright, if you like the cute, pretty, innocent,
sort of thing.” You huffed dejectedly. You both walked into your favorite
clothing store, and you began to pick through the racks.
“I thought she was pretty cute maybe I’ll give her a call
later.” he said absentmindedly. He picked up a black and red skin tight dress
and giggled. “I bet she’d look good in this” snickering he waved the piece of
clothing in front of your face. You grabbed the cloth from him and frowned.
“I’d look way better in this.” You said smirking “You’d
probably past out.” You put the dress up to your body giggling.
“I’ve never seen you in a dress. Do you even have legs under
theses pants of yours.” he teases.
“Fine I’ll go put it on. You’ll see” You stomped into the
dressing room. You begin to undress. You sighed thankful you decided to shave
your legs that morning. After you pulled the dress onto your body you stick
your head out of the door and called out nervously “You sure I should come out
in this? It’s a little tight.”
“Just come out. I’ve never seen you in a dress before, I’m
curious.” He called back to you. Timidly you stepped out of the dressing room.
You tried and failed to pull the dress farther down your legs. His eyes meet
yours and then they found their way down your body. His face begins to turn a
dark shade of pink, and he meets your eyes again. His gaze making you feel hot.
You feel something tighten in the pit of the stomach and between your legs starts
to become warm.
“You l-look so amazing. I think you should buy that dress.”
He said biting his lip. You slyly walk a little closer to him. You could feel
the heat rising in your face. You never expected him to react like this. Did he
actually think you were pretty?
“Do you really like it that much?” you whispered. Your mind
was spinning. The way he was looking at you made you wanna run back into the
dressing room. You put your hand on armrest of his chair. He leaned closer to
you unconsciously. His hand brushing against yours. Your heart skipped a beat
and your breath caught in your throat. You quickly moved away from him fearing
you’d do something you’d regret.
“You do look great in that dress.” he called after you as
you ran back into the dressing room. You leaned up against the wall and tried
to calm my breathing. You replayed what just happened in your head and couldn’t
believe he reacted like that. You quickly changed back into the jeans you were
You walked back out of the dressing room and Yoongi followed
you silently though the store. You bought the dress causing him to smirk. “So
you liked that dress?” he asked looking you in the eye.
You smiled at him and said “Well if you like it, I like it.”
You answered as you both walked towards the arcade.
Today is my Yoongi’s
birthday and I’m super proud of him. He’s been working hard all year and I hope
that his birthday is wonderful.
I hope you enjoyed
this chapter. I think the next one will be even better.
Give it up, and come on out. That stupid dreaming is over. In the backseat of a cab, you lost everything you ever had. And you had to call a number to get it back. Strangers always interested you most. What you could, you did to bring them close. And when you fumbled for your keys at the bottom of a bag, you grabbed a hold of something you couldn’t have.