vVv

"Remember to ice it for twenty minutes before you go to bed," you said, waving from the driver's seat of your car.

Yoongi nodded and slung his bag over his shoulder. He waved back at you before walking awkwardly towards his apartment. At the rate he was going, it was going to take him forever to get up the stairs.

You shut off your car and got out to help him. "Yoongs," you said, lightly grabbing his wrist and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Let me help you."

Yoongi relented and allowed his arm to fall over your shoulders. You walked with him slowly as the two of you walked up the stairs one at a time.

Yoongi's face was curled in frustration and he was nearly panting by the time you reached his front door. You knew he had been careful not to put his weight on you and had taken the brunt of the pain himself. And, in all the years you'd known Yoongi, the one thing that frustrated him most was when he wasn't able to practice.

Yoongi reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys, fumbling slightly before getting the door open.

Yoongi's apartment was exactly how you imagined. Functional with a few small details of personality. The walls were mostly bare, except for his high school basketball jersey that hung on the main wall of the room.

"Aw, I still have mine, too," you said, pointing up at the fading red fabric.

"Oh yeah, I, uh, I like to remember where I started. And, it was the only thing we could get to stay on the wall without damaging it."

You laughed. Noticing the wall safe strips every college student is familiar with, on the back of the frame.

"You don't live alone, right?"

Yoongi shook his head. "Nah, I have two roommates. But, we're all busy, so we don't really see each other much."

"Do you want me to stay until someone else gets back?"

You helped drop him gently on the couch and stretched your shoulder as the weight he had leaned on you had still be substantial.

"It's getting late," he said. "You should get home."

You nodded, but not leaving the room. Yoongi always seemed to know the perfect thing to say when ever you were down. Maybe he'd known you long enough it just came naturally, or maybe he just understood something about you that you didn't. But, in that moment, you couldn't find anything to say to make Yoongi feel better, or rather, any reason to stay.

You'd never admit to him how much you wanted to curl up under his arm on that couch and watch a movie until you both fell asleep. Or, how thankful you were that you were chosen to help Yoongi rather than anyone else on the team or the coach.

"Call me when you get home," he said.

You nodded again and finally turned to leave when you felt Yoongi's hand wrap around your wrist. It was still a little sweaty and almost felt clammy, like a teenage boy who's about to confess.

Before you could question Yoongi's action, his lips pressed to yours quickly and chastely. It wasn't a special kiss by any means, in most respects boring and innocent. The kind of kiss that was shared between shy kids or as a quick interlude before both parties needed to rush off into their lives.

"Thank you," he said.

You nodded, not knowing how else to respond. You weren't sure why you were so awkward in the moment, but something in your stomach caused you to become weirdly energized and nearly trip as you turned around.

Your eyes widened as you came face to face with another boy. His eyes were just as wide and his lips pursed slightly in surprise.

"Oh, uh, sorry to intrude," you said, as you moved past the boy. "I was just dropping Yoongi off. He, uh, sprained his ankle at practice."

The boy nodded, any semblance of his surprise long gone. His composure barely lost.

"It's not an intrusion at all," the boy said. You hadn't noticed how attractive Yoongi's roommate was until that moment when he smiled at you and sent a glance at towards Yoongi. "I don't think we've met, I'm Jin."

"Y/N," you said. "I'm a friend of Yoongi."

"It seems like you're a little more than friends," Jin said, partially under his breath, but you could tell he wasn't attempting to hide his words.

You immediately felt your body grow warm and you dropped his eye contact.

"Leave her alone, Jin," Yoongi said, his cheeks tinged a shade of pink.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you, Y/N. I've just, uh, never seen Yoongi like this."

You ignored Jin's comment to save yourself from making a bigger fool of yourself and said you goodbyes. With another quick reminder for Yoongi to ice his ankle before bed, you walked back down to your car.

vVv

"The van's full," your coach said. You and Yoongi stood just outside the open door, your bags sling over your shoulders. "Does one of you mind driving?"

"I don't mind," Yoongi said, as you shook your head. While you weren't keen on driving,Yoongi always drove. It was infuriating that he always insisted. But, you knew that the three hour drive would wear you out and only make the anxiety you already felt increase.

You followed Yoongi to his car. He popped the trunk and he tossed his bag in before taking yours off your shoulder and throwing it in beside his.

You climbed into the passenger seat, buckling yourself in, and hoping to find some comfort on the long ride.

He plugged in an aux cord and held it out towards you. "Do you want to play music?"

You shrugged. "I don't care. You can play whatever." You turned to see the van full of you teammates departing and you caught a few sympathetic glances from them. They all still thought your rivalry with Yoongi was because you actually hated each other, or at least that you annoyed by him.

You would never tell them it was because you were trying to forget how his skin felt against yours. The pressure of his lips against your own. Trying to forget that you'd slept with him when he was Ji-yoo.

"Are you nervous?" Yoongi asked, keeping his hip hop playlist at a low volume. He pulled out of the parking lot, following the van.

"I don't know. I don't think there's a point, but, yeah, I guess I am."

"You've practiced a lot and look solid. You don't have anything to worry about."

You nodded, not feeling the knots settle in your stomach. "Are you nervous?"

"Not really," Yoongi said. "I don't really care if I win or lose. I've started to care mainly about my music. I love basketball, but I don't really think there's a future there for me."

You turned your head to try and hide to your surprise. Yoongi was one of the best basketball players you knew and if he didn't see a future for himself in the sport, where did that leave you?

"It's okay," he said. "I don't really want to play professionally. I'm more into my music."

You nodded, forgetting Yoongi was a music major. The majority of your teams were studying something related to sports: sport psychology, business, or like you, kinesthesiology.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing after graduation?"

He shook his head. "I'm just gonna keep working on it. I've already sold a few songs, so it shouldn't be too hard. Maybe do a mixtape or something."

"A mixtape?" you asked, smirking. "Could I listen to it?"

"Do you want to listen to it?"

"Maybe," you said. "If you'd let me."

"Well, I haven't even written it yet, but once it's finished, you'll be the first to listen to it."

You smiled. "Even if we don't see each other after graduation?"

That caused him to take his eyes off the road for a moment. They flit over your form that slumped slightly in the passenger seat.

"Of course, I can't think of anyone else I want to listen to it first."

Your shifted your gaze out to the vast highway. The van with your teammates now a few cars in front of you. You felt Yoongi look over at you a few times, while the looks were brief, they nearly burned holes in your skin.

You barely talked for the rest of the ride. Your thoughts straying to the last time you were in Yoongi's car. His limbs tangled with yours and his raspy, tired voice. You were sure now that he was in love with you. And, worst of all, you were falling in love with him.

You had just entered the city where finals was held. It was held in a professional stadium—the Ravens to be more specific—the team Yoongi had seen scouting you at semis.

If Yoongi was right, this could very well the city you'd move to after graduation. The place where your professional basketball career would begin. For the team, you'd loved since you were a child.

"You know, we could say we got stuck in traffic..."

"And? What?" Yoongi asked, his eyebrows raising, as he exited.

The city buildings rose above you now. It wasn't that you weren't used to the city, the twin you and Yoongi grew up on was a half hour away. But, your university was in a small city, where it felt like you could breathe.

"I don't know," you said. "I could finally pay you back for last time." Your lips twitched. You wanted to pretend that giving Yoongi a blow job hadn't been on your mind, but it was impossible.

"You really want to taste me, huh?" His lips were twisted in a smirk and his fingers splayed across the stick shift as he shifted down to a lower gear.

You gulped at his phrasing, finding that you quickly needed to rearrange yourself in the car seat.

"Not today," he said, the smirk still not leaving his lips. "Let's get through finals first."

You felt like you were going to lose your mind. The boy was going to force you to wait. But, maybe it was for the best. The last couple times you slept together it happened as a rebound, just to help you bounce back.

Except, it hadn't. You hadn't even glance at other guys since you and Yoongi first had sex on your desk.

"But, we should still take that detour. There's a place I've been wanting to go."