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Chapter 33 - Labels 🔥🔥🔥

As I said my last phrase, I turned to Yoongi sunbae with a smile. His expression indecipherable and catatonic, as it has been.

He took another deep breath and filled the car with a bigger cloud of smog, acting as some sort of depressing monotone filter for the both of us.

"I used to have that.." his grin bittersweet. After contemplating for a split second, he corrected. "I guess I thought I did."

"What happened?" I said, the next obvious line of conversation.

"The short version is I was an idiot who believed in soul mates. The long version is I never should have fell for that lying, cheating slut." The disgust in his voice unnerving. If he could, he would have spat at the mention.

Again, not knowing what to say, I sat there in silence. He had every right to feel the way he felt. But I disagreed, and I knew there was nothing I could say to change his mind.

"What's the point?" The rapper continued his self-imposed monologue. "The way I see it, you either break up or you last forever, and the chances of you lasting with one person.. isn't exactly very high."

"Well, if that's the way you think, why bother do anything? Why did you bother joining a boy group when your odds of making it are slim? Why did you pursue your passion for rapping and producing when the chances of you actually succeeding is next to nothing?" I was getting annoyed at Yoongi, and I'm sure you could hear it in my tone. I always hated this defeatist attitude.

"Because it makes you happy.." Yoongi's lips slowly hinted a smile, as his eyes reflected solemnly. "Even if it's just for a little while."

Turning to me, his grin turned into one of his signature gummy smiles.

"I thought Namjoon was the only genius around here." He teased. "Smart ass."

I scoffed, and proceeded to steal his ever shortening joint. My dumb brain, however, has seemed to forget what had happened mere moments ago. So I was reminded of the dejavu when I started coughing uncontrollably from the smoke again.

"I guess you're not so smart after all." At this point he was cackling. His hand reached over and scruffed my hair, never mind I spent hours on it for this ball. Taking back what was his, he continued after a puff. "What about you?"

"What do you mean 'what about you'?"

His lips pursed as he blew a perfect smoke ring. Running his tongue over his top two teeth, he tilted his head, oh so slightly.

".. well, do you wanna hook up?"

"-PFFFWHAT?!?!?!"

If I had a drink, I would have definitely choked on it.

I turned to Yoongi, asking him, without a word, if he was serious. He shrugged his shoulders in the most blasé way possible, his facial expression unchanged. This silver haired man was the definition of nonchalant.

"You don't just ask someone straight out like that?!" I started laughing uncomfortable. "Besides don't you care that.... how do I phrase this delicately..  that... I'm 'with' your other members?"

I paused, waiting for a response. All I got was more shrugging.

"I mean, don't you care that I came here tonight, with Tae? Or that I've just played 7 minutes in heaven with them..? Or even that I have.. this weird thing going on with Namjoon sunbae? Or that I maybe like-"

"-you know what, Y/N? I don't give a damn."

His dominance and assertion told me the shut the hell up. And so I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I was glad he interrupted, because if he hadn't stopped me, I would have definitely, almost, said something I was too ashamed of admitting. That I liked that pervert.