The drive home is silent, and only the soft chatter from the radio, and occasional tire screeching as it comes to a halt, can be heard.

"We're here," Jeongguk announces, breaking the peaceful silence. I unbuckle my seatbelt with difficulty.

"Can you—" I clear my throat awkwardly, feeling dumb to ask Jeongguk to do such a simple task that even a four year old is able to do. "—help me unbuckle my seatbelt? I'm having a little difficulty."

Jeongguk only chuckles.

"Sure." He leans close to my face, and then I take note of how close our faces are. I am breathing the same air as him. If I can remember to breathe at all. My face heats up at our close proximity, and I silently pray for him to unbuckle the seatbelt quickly.

"Done," He says with a smile. I let out a breath I've been holding, and thank him. "Thanks."

"No problem. Oh, and Taehyung? Your face is really red. Are you feeling alright?"

"Never been better," I lie easily as I get out of the car. Jeongguk follows me behind, so I turn around to ask, "Why are you still here?"

Apparently, my sentence seem to have came harsher than I meant, causing Jeongguk to flinch before recovering at my tone.

"Why, not gonna invite me in?" He says mockingly, as if trying to lighten the tension, but it comes out forced.

"Not really, wasn't planning to, but come in." I invite him in. Jeongguk's eyes scans the living room, and a sound of agreement slips past his thin lips.

"Looks pretty neat. I thought Namjoon would've broken something but I guess not," He comments. I laugh. I laugh so hard at his lame joke, I fall off the chair. It's amazing how Jeongguk is the only one able to make me feel better after my little episode with Changgeon this morning.

"I see the both of you came back together." A voice cuts off my laughter. I straighten myself.

"Hey Namjoon." Beside him is Seokjin clinging onto his arm with a contented smile.

"Well hello to you too." I hear Jimin's voice from the kitchen. I am puzzled. How did he get here so fast?

"How did you get here so fast? And what are all of you doing in my house?" I ask.

"I live here," Namjoon whispers. I roll my eyes at his smart remark, and say, "I wasn't talking about you."

Namjoon throws his arms and hands up. "Never said you were."

A few smart comebacks come flooding into my mind, but I keep my mouth zipped. I am too tired to start a fight over such a small and stupid matter.

"Whatever." I shrug him off. Jimin sprints to my side before giving me a dirty, playful look. "So I heard you're sharing a dormitory with Jeongguk." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"So?"

"Too bad, at least I get to come back every weekend." Jimin pulls Yoongi to his side, nuzzling his head on Yoongi's shoulder. His lips tug up to form a small smile when Yoongi starts to comb his red hair.

"Who said I was going to pick you up though?" Yoongi asks seriously. I smile at his question, only to find myself wondering. How did he know that mated wolves are allowed to go home only if their mate picks them up.

"Taehyung?" Veiny fingers snap in front of me, bringing me back to reality. "Oh, yeah, sorry for spacing out." I let out an awkward chuckle, as I shift my weight from my left leg, back to my right, and vice versa.

"Let's talk in your room." Namjoon pulls me to my room, locking the door to prevent others from interrupting us.

"Here," He mutters, and hands me a black coloured paper bag. The sound of glass clicking can be heard when they move from Namjoon's hand to mine.

"What is this?" I peek into the bag, only to find bottles of red musk spray. My eyes widens as I mentally count the number of bottles that are in the the paper bag.

30 bottles.

"Namjoon, are you serious? This bag can last me for at least half a year!" I exclaim. Namjoon just shrugs, and says, "It's for your own good."

"But this is too much!"

"Just use it alright? Use half a bottle every week, alright? I'm trying to keep you safe!" He shouts, tugging on his dirty-blonde strands of hair. His voice comes out loud, shaky, and fearful. I worry for Namjoon, but at same time, I am puzzled by what he meant. "What do you mean?" I ask.

"I'll tell you another time, Taehyung," He assures in a quiet voice, his tight grip on his hair loosening.

"Just tell me now," I demand, dropping the paper bag to the ground.

"I can't, Taehyung. Not now. Please understand."

Something in my throat hardens, it is difficult to swallow and to speak. I don't understand why he can't tell me now, but judging from his bothered look, it must be something really private. So I nod my head, and choke out, "Okay. Fine."

√a.n.

Today is my most hated kind of day. And I'm really sorry if my descriptions are starting to lack, I'm so distracted by the fact my crush is in sports, and most likely has a girlfriend, my exams also play a part in this. So I'm sorry if the chapters aren't as nice as it used to be.