"y-you were on the p-pho-phone earlier-," seokjin stutters.

"yes and i would appreciate if you never call again unless you come to my restaurant to eat," i smile.

"you own this restaurant?" he asks.

"of course seokjin-ssi. that's what i just said." i'm starting to get a little annoyed. "what would you like to order?"

"boneless pizza," he jokes.

"now that's just offending me and my food," i sarcastically gasp.

"s-sorry, impress me ms. y/n! i would like your best dish." seokjin says.

"here you go seokjin-ssi," i say and place the pork loin noodles in front of him.

his eyes go wide at how delicious it looks. he then makes a "yaaaaah" sound and that made me laugh.

"happy? i made it myself." i smile, pride written all over my face. seokjin takes a bite and more sound effects of "nom" and "yaaaah". the sight made me think he looks like a variety show taste tester. his reactions are quite extra.

"are you here alone?" i ask. seokjin has noodles dangling from his mouth.

"i think jungkook will come soon, we were coming together but he stopped by somewhere to get snacks."

"wait. he was the one who called me first!" i now have my hands on my hips. "you are both quite the troublemakers."

seokjin looks surprised at my remark, indeed this is the longest conversation we've had. but he's been to my classes for months now, we're not strangers. i feel comfortable with him because i barely catch him staring at me like the men in my classes. although jungkook is another story.

jungkook then comes in with a bag filled with snacks. taking a seat in front of seokjin on a bean bag he greets me shyly but then has a questionable look on his face as he looks at seokjin.

"i own this restaurant jungkook-ssi." i answer the question he's probably thinking.

"s-so that means we prank called-," he begins.

"yes, me. never do it again." i smile. "would you like something to eat?"

jungkook looks at his hyung devouring pork loin noodles. the sight of seeing his hyung made him think only one word. pig. the thought made jungkook smile.

"are the noodles-," jungkook starts.

"yes they're healthy, made with only organic flour, it's made by hand. the pork is not fried." i say smiling.

"i would like that then." jungkook says.

jungkook looks at his hyung after y/n is out of sight to cook up his dish.

"does y/n not know who we are hyung?"

"what do you mean?" seokjin asks.

"how come the woman we go after don't know we are famous?" jungkook sulks.

"all the more interesting my friend. it's better this way."

-

third person POV

friday night meant another yoga class for seokjin and jungkook. this time y/n isn't wearing her usual shorts and tank top, she came to class wearing Lululemon black leggings and white crop top. the men in the room have their mouths dropped as she effortlessly yet sexily made her way to the front of the class. why of all days was the class only men?

"hyung i hope y/n doesn't turn the heat up, i'm already hot," jungkook whispers.

"miss y/n?" a man asks, his name is jackson.

"yes," she says as she sits down, everyone is sitting criss-cross applesauce.

"can we not turn on the heat today? it's summer and i don't want to have a heat stroke," jackson says nervously.

"of course, is everyone okay with that?" she asks and no one declines the idea.

"alright if there's no heat today we will include some cardio." y/n says smiling.

but the men in the room mentally scream, last time there was cardio y/n was the only one not sweating a river.

"let's grab the ten pound weights everyone!" she announces enthusiastically.

with heavy feet jungkook, seokjin, and the other men prepare for a session filled with groans but at least their eyes are in for a treat as y/n's plump butt is displayed for all. those tight leggings making her juicy thighs and butt more prominent.

"i can die happy hyung," jungkook whisper.

"shut up you international playboy," seokjin whispers back.

y/n pov

since when did seokjin wear such revealing clothes? he's wearing shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, those shoulders are so... wide! i thought as we're all kneeling on our mats and doing reps with the weights. i need to focus and not stare so much! at least we're working out so my blushes could be seen as just working up a sweat.

i instruct everyone to do a forward lunge now with the weights. seeing as how much jungkook was shaking, i made my way towards him, i'm surprised he's having a hard time because he's muscular but yoga is all about balance.

"may i to- help you jungkook-ssi?" oh my god i was about to say touch. i saved myself this time.

he just nods and i look at his position, no wonder he's shaking, the boy's knee is too forward over his foot, it's supposed to be bent at 90 degree angle meaning the knee only needs to be above the ankle. however, when i had place my hand on his knee to gently guide it, he starts shaking more more causing me to look at his face, it's really red.

"alright everyone change sides," i hesitantly continue to walk around to see who needs help.

third person POV

seokjin starts to chuckle at his young friend's state. y/n is touching other men, clearly she's unaware they do the wrong positions on purpose. 30 minutes left of class and they're all patiently waiting for it to be over so y/n can massage their legs and arms. even though it lasts less than a minute it's enough to make the men want to attend class again.

seokjin POV

everyone's laying down on their backs, as y/n does her ritual, she carries a big fan and blows it on the other men's bodies. it's my turn now. the cold wind goes against my sweat causing me to shiver. i open my eyes and the room is dim like always at the end of class. i count ten seconds until i feel y/n's hands on my legs, she's massaging into my ankles and below my knee.

"lay on your stomach, seokjin-ssi," she whispers, this is better than asmr.

i lay my chin on my hands as i feel pressure on my shoulders. she's massaging in circular motions, not too hard but just right. she's still massaging when she whispers, "you looked really tensed here." and then i moaned.