Only for One [ON HOLD DUE TO HEALTH ISSUES]

Mama

3rd person's POV

Today is the day. The members set an alarm to see at what time Y/n arrives and catch her red-handed. Since she's too good with words, this way grant the boys a high probability of success and less probability to have her defending herself with twisting conversations. A few of them are still half asleep and if the others are nearby, they don't hesitate to rest their head on and go back to the dreamland. It's so early in the morning.

Waiting a bit more, when the clock strikes 6:30am, they hear footsteps. They crouch to not be spotted. Successfully, the idols see Y/n with bags of fresh raw materials and her usual working bags. She put the ingredients on the kitchen counter and goes to the couch to put her working stuff and jacket.

Eggs, cocoa, flour, yeast... A cake? Thinks Seokjin watching the ingredients from upstairs. She displayed everything in order, ready to use the item without wasting time. She's not even thinking of what she's doing. How many times she has done this recipe?

She cracks the eggs skillfully with a hand and quickly beats them like a patissier. After that, she adds all the ingredients and turns on the oven. Pouring the dough in the stamp, she hears someone coming in and her expression changes drastically.

"Good morning."

"Oh it's you, sir. You gave me a heart attack." she sighs in relief still holding the bowl to pour the last drops. "Please wait a minute, I'll put this in the oven and I'll be all yours."

The female quickly cleans, sets the plate for the cake and walks over the senior adjusting her shirt back. She sits in the armchair leaving the big couch to her superior.

Fantastic, they speak English.... The members are having an inner conversation, and everyone look over the leader. You're gonna translate everything for us later.

"As always, you have a particular sense of fashion." he compliments seeing her outfit, the light grey jacket, black sweater on top of the classic white shirt, leather black trousers and black and white Monk shoes. "I'm always impressed by your matching. So simple, but professional and elegant. And I'm more impressed 'cause I never saw you wearing skirt once since I met you, heels maybe twice."

"Haha, you make me blush, sir. Honestly speaking, skirts are uncomfortable, I don't feel very confident about my legs, so... Heels are painful too, if it's not for something important, I don't wear them." she replies giggling cutely. "Did I perhaps make some mistake?" she suddenly inquires realizing the fact that the man came without ahead warning.

"Absolutely, I have nothing to complain of. You're doing great as expected of someone of your level." says Sejin with a worried voice. "Is about something else. I met someone on my way and he said that he wanted to talk with-"

"Seriously? You again?" tilting her head over the entrance of the hallway, she hisses: "I know you're there, you can't fool my hearing."

"Busted." as BTS sees the man of the other day, they are fully awake and pretend a quick translation, but Suga disagrees for reasons that he'll explain in a second moment. "I was out running, and I met this kind hyung- Don't look at me like that yet, let me finish."

"Go ahead. I really wanna know why you were running." Y/n crosses her arms and overlaps her legs.

"I needed to clear my mind, and doing it through physical exercise is the only method I know, so... Yeah, I did it." he sits next to Sejin and looks at the woman. "I thought about what you said yesterday. Mh, I can't lie to myself, I don't want to go there."

"Then there's no need for me to go back to you." she goes over the oven and checks the cake to not burn it, "2 years passed and you're still like this. If you wanna go back, the way is only one."