Being a rookie idol in HYBE meant constantly feeling like you were walking on a tightrope. That’s why you kept your head down, focused on your work, and avoided unnecessary interactions.
Especially with Min Yoongi.

It wasn’t that you disliked him. It was that he noticed things. While other idols barely registered your silence, Yoongi seemed to see right through you. He never pried, never pushed, but his gaze lingered just long enough to make you uncomfortable. Like he was waiting for something.

So, you avoided him at all costs.

You had only intended to stay for a little while but someone handed you a drink and you took it. You didn’t realize your mistake until it was too late.

You leaned against a wall, blinking sluggishly, trying to ground yourself. This was bad. You never drank. You didn’t know how to handle this.

Then, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

You recognized Min Yoongi’s voice instantly. Your stomach dropped.

You turned your head too quickly
You forced a weak smile. "Oh. Sunbaenim…"

Yoongi didn’t look amused. "How much did you drink?"

"I… I thought it was juice," you mumbled.

His sigh was sharp. "Of course you did."

You tried to straighten up, tried to show him you were fine, but your legs wobbled dangerously. Before you could fall, a strong hand caught your arm, steadying you.

"You’re leaving," Yoongi said firmly.

You frowned, trying to pull away, but your body wasn’t cooperating. "No, I— I can stay—"

"You can barely stand," he interrupted, unimpressed. "I'm not arguing with you about this."

Before you could protest, he was already guiding you toward the exit. You were vaguely aware of curious glances from other idols

The cold night air hit you as you stepped outside

"Where…?" You blinked up at him as he opened the door of a sleek black car.

"Home," he said simply. "Get in."

You hesitated. With a quiet sigh, you let him help you into the seat.

As he slid into the car and starts driving.