we finally arrived. tae didnt wake up. i tried doing it all- calling out his name, to be honest. tired, i hit him on his back. tae! wake up we have reached! huh? oh. oh sorry. he clumsily got up and took my luggage. i smiled at his back. angel, i whispered. getting out of the bus, i stood amazed in front of the mansion. it was beautiful. not typically my type, but the nature around it. trees, blossoms, flowers, gardens, lakes, mountains. the prettiest place in korea, i said. oh hyung, this isnt it. wait, are you korean? i looked at him and gave him matter-of-fact stare. ofc i am taehyung. my dad moved to america and thats why i didnt visit korea too often. but ik korean and the culture well. well then, thats good. come. lets meet the gang, he said. the gang? which gang? i questioned. he chuckled, and looked at me in a way that made me question my straightness. what? i asked. hyung, you sure you have not fallen in love w me? tae...? hyung we have a few- he was cut off by a huge hand gripping on his shoulder. he turned to find a guy a tad bit shorter than him. he was well built with a beautiful, muscular body. his arms were veiny and his hair was wet with strands over his face. his expression was like himself- hot. he smirked. so hyung, where were you? and with who. saying this, he looked at me w a grin. oh jungkook-ah stay in your limits! he is a friend. he will stay w us. oh okay hyung. he came over to me. annyong hyung. im assuming youre older. arent u? i smiled. yes i am jungkook. i am 3 years older. oh come on, he whined. it seemed like taehyung and all his friends had the duality within them. i am sick of being the dongsaeng everywhere. ugh fuck this fucking shit. i raised my eyebrows and looked at tae. wow tae. he really is mad. tae laughed. oh hyung this is just the starters. wait for the main course. i was confused but i flashed a smile. oh well, come on in you dicks. jungkook yelled.
i got in through the window. idk why. the door was probably too far. as i entered, i saw the inside and was.. well shocked. it was totally the opposite of what was on the outside. messed up. the living area was filled with bottles of alcohol and glasses filled with wine. snacks were left open on the sofa. the television was switched on w songs going on. not normal songs tho. some real explicit ones. right in front of it, sat an ethereal, beautiful guy. his face was perhaps the prettiest one. he had blonde, straight hair parted like mine. his doll face was long and perfect. his eyes glistened. literally. his lips were those every girl wanted. his nose was perfection. his jaw was something i envied. his hands were small. his body, in no universe matched his face. he was there shirtless, his muscles exposed. his abs were shown, yet again making me question my sexuality. he wore skinny black jeans that showed his muscular thighs. to be honest, he was the sexiest man ever. im very sure everybody caught me admiring him because tae started coughing in a weird way. hyung. HYUNG! he whispered. what are you doing. ahh im attractive and sexy ik not your fault you couldnt take your eyes off me. oh and btw im jimin. park jimin. he said. oh. uhm. uh hi. uh im namjoon. kim namjoon. and one by one, all of them introduced themselves. i got to know the oldest was kim seokjin, 25. he was the caretaker and the "dad joke" guy. then yoongi. mostly by himself. we had hosoek. the sunshine. there was jimin. well yk. taehyung. the saviour. and jungkook. jimin pt.2. i got to know them. and somehow, i admired each one of them. and so did they.
