⫣41⫦ Spread my Wings

The boys head for the outdoor showers while telling me to head for the bunker already since the others were all occupied there.

I don't even have time to ask how I'm supposed to open the secret door, when they already start undoing their pants.

Falling into panic, I turn around with a red face, earning me three male chuckles.

I grin to myself as I head for the office building.

I step inside, considering the painting for a few moments, before I decide to just try.

A bit hesitantly I put my hand flat against the shadow of the swan, just like I've seen Namjoon do the other day and to my surprise, the blue light scans my palm and then, with a click, the door swings inward.

With the biggest grin ever, I decent into the room below. Just another prove that I belonged to them now.

Four boys turn to me with a knowing grin, like Yoongi's surveillance cameras had long told them I was on my way.

Namjoon turns in his chair, a pair of glasses on his face. For the first time, I think they might actually be real.

"Finally decided that your girl day with Hwasa is over?"

I stick out my tongue at him, while throwing myself into one of the massive office chairs. Then immediately hiss at the pain exploding in my back. Shit- I really need to be a bit more careful for the next few days.

"Are you jealous boys?"

I ask with a low, playful voice, forgetting the pain immediately. This is what home feels like. Jin chuckles and throws me a wide grin.

"Not as jealous as you can get, as we've seen with Joy."

The memory resurface, and I can help but feel a flash of evil satisfaction again.

"So, you wanna tell us what you've been doing for the last few hours?" Hoseok asks, angling his head in question.

"Tsk." I let out through my teeth, glancing at Yoongi, who already has a knowing smile plastered on his face.

"Ask him," I tell the others and their eyes snap to their brother.

Yoongi only snickers.

"Wanna tell them? I bet you've been tracking either Hwasa's or my phone the moment we left my house, maybe even before that. And that means you know exactly where we went."

The others only let out exasperated sighs.

"We've asked him like a thousand times already, but he wont tell us," Jin says, casting Yoongi a reproachful look.

He only shrugs his shoulders at his brother and turns to me with a nod.

"If I've learned anything from Lian, it's that she loves dropping bombs on us. So I figured there was a reason she didn't tell us where they went."

"Well, are you going to tell us now?" Hoseok asks without missing a beat.

In that moment though, the maknae line find their way into the bunker too.I am both relieved and disappointed at seeing them wear clothes again.

Disappointed for obvious reasons, relieved because I don't think I could concentrate on anything with their Adoni's bodies dangling in front of me the entire time.

Their hair is still wet though, and their shirts sticking to their bodies, like they hadn't bothered drying themselves.

They immediately read the atmosphere in the room, and Jimin asks: "What?", skipping his eyes between me and the rest of the boys.

"Lian was just about to tell us what she's been up to,"Jin explains, and all eyes fall on me again. I only smirk to myself in my chair.

"Does this have anything to do with being careful of your back?" Jungkook asks with a raised eyebrow.

My smile only widens, but I still don't say anything.

I just love seeing their curious expressions, wondering what crazy thing I pulled again. In the end, it's Hoseok who snaps first.

"Well, fucking tell us!", he explodes which makes me chuckle with amusement.

Carefully, I rise from my chair and walk over to the white wall where I turn, all seven of them standing in a half circle in front of me, eyeing me curiously.

Time to get some payback for making me look like a goggling teenager earlier.

I hold their eyes, all seven pairs of them, with a smile as I slowly start to undo my blouse- one button at a time.

I hear several sharp intake of breaths.

"What do you think you're doing?" Taehyung ask in a dangerously low voice, his expression equally terrifying, but I only raise my eyebrows mockingly and continue to go lower.

"Don't think we've all missed the fact that you aren't wearing anything beneath that- again!"

I can see the question in the other boys eyes at the mentioning of 'again', but they still don't look away from me.

It makes me feel incredibly powerful and I angle my head to the side, my open hair falling over one shoulder, while shifting my weight to one side, taking on one of Jimin's favorite sexy poses.

I know they are all holding their breath as I reach the last button, a single line of skin visible through the parting blouse.

Even Jimin and Jungkook are staring, like their imagination is running crazy.I've never felt as desired as in this moment with seven boys watching me undress.

"Don't even think about it!" Taehyung growls the moment I lift my hands to the collar.His voice is promising serious consequences, and I'm almost tempted to see what those would be.

"Relax," I tell him with an eye-roll as I turn around, swipe the mass of hair over my shoulder to the front and let the blouse drop to my hips.

My front is to the white wall, and all they can see is the full view of my back- and what now decorates it.

Two wings on each shoulder-blade, their tip reaching all the way to my shoulders and my arms. And beneath a sentence that would forever be part of me: My back hurts in order to let my wings sprout.

There is only silence and with every passing second, I get more nervous since I can't see their reactions.

"Well? What do you think?" I finally let out, no longer able to keep it in.

Someone whistles and I hear a few exclamations.

"You got a tattoo without us?" I then hear Hoseok whisper accusingly.

With a low chuckle, I pull up the blouse, make quick work of buttoning it up and finally turn back around.

As I hoped, they look surprised- not shocked or unbelieving- just genuinely intrigued.

"I didn't get it without you, I got it for you. And for myself."

"For us?" Jin asks with raised eyebrows as they all seem a little taken aback.

I smile at them sweetly even as emotions are threatening to swallow me up. It's always like this with them- I feel everything a thousand times more intense. The world seems bigger and brighter and more colorful when they are with me.

I feel like we can be Young Forever, living like there are no limits and nothing holding us back. Just me and them- the rest of the world can go fuck themselves.

"Yes. Because you showed me how to fly," I breath out, my voice rough and a little wavery. Their eyes widen and their mouths part in surprise and something else- something that makes my heart skip a beat. "I love you guys."

I'm not afraid to say it. I want them to know. I need them to know.

For once though, their shocked expression don't humor me.

They touch my heart, mending and fixing the broken pieces the truth about my father and the disappointment that was my mother had left me with.

Namjoon is the first to step forward, his eyes wide on me as he stops in front of me. He lets out a shuddering breath before pulling me into a tight hug.

"We love you too, princess" he whisper in my ear.

It's like the words set something loose inside me and a tear escapes my eyes. And then Yoongi is there, hugging me too. Jin comes next, then Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook, all of them circling me in a tight group hug, until Namjoon breaks away a little, creating a little opening.

Taehyung steps in, like he would accept no other place than right next to me.

He reaches out and wipes the single tear away, before hugging me too.

No one has to say a word.

We all know it: we belonged together- now and forever.

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Actually, I wanna get a new tattoo, but I don't just know what to get. Anyone have some great ideas? (Nothing too big, my work won't allow me to)