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IV

I honestly don't know if I should feel intimidated or flustered. Both. Let's just go with both. Why is he looking at me like that? Turn away, stop staring. I can't. It's like he's holding me captive. I can't look away. Is this what Jimin was trying to tell me? I know him. Everyone knows him. And I'm honestly surprised that during my whole time in college, I never crossed paths with him. He was the one person Jimin kept me miles away from, and him especially. Is this why? I don't like this. I don't like the way he is looking at me. My body is screaming to run, all possible danger alerts going off in my head.

"Jungkook! Hey man. Thought you said you were coming by a little later?" Oh thank God, well, no. Thank Hoseok actually, his voice breaking my trance like state and also making Jungkook look away.

'Mental note for the rest of the evening: don't look at him again, not even a little.'

"I said I was going separately, not later." He answered, bending down and picking up Bella into his arms, cause she was jumping at his feet a few seconds ago.

"Well no one comes to just 'hang out' wearing a suit." One of the guys, Yoongi, commented, who was now half sitting, half laying down on one of the mini couches besides the main one, which was already occupied by the rest of the guys, food in hand. I mean, he was right, Jungkook was wearing strikingly formal clothes compared to everyone else.

'What did I tell you? The foods gonna be gone in a blink of an eye. I must get to my lovelies before they do!'

"I have to be somewhere after."

With Bella in his arms, he moved to sit on the love chart that was by the other side of the couch. The little fluff ball moved around a bit and after finding a comfortable position on the man's thighs that are too thick for his own good, 'yes, I noticed, don't judge.' laid down, staring at the rest of us as of saying - "That's right, be jealous bitches." The look didn't last long, because as soon as Jungkook started petting her, she closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep.

Quickly taking the bowl of chips I was munching on previously, I moved to sit on one of the two beanbags besides the giant TV. The other one already being occupied by my 24/7 bodyguard.

"I don't think there's really a need for introductions, you should know each other by now." The said bodyguard said, turning on the TV and browsing through the channels to find the game. "There's also no need for smalltalk so let's just watch the game and get this over with." He mumbled the last part, leaning back and getting more comfortable with a slice of pizza in his hand.

The next few hours went by in a blur, mainly because even tho I've been living with Jimin for a long time, I have still yet to get a hang of these games that he is so fond of. All I really remember are the boys commenting, shouting from time to time when a player from their favourite team did something stupid, a few questions here and there directed at me when break times came on, which, let's just say, Jimin wasn't so fond of and always started to do anything he was doing, be it eating or drinking, a tad bit more aggressively.

'What the hell is his problem? Does he really not want me to hang around them that much? I'm not a fucking child!'

Oh and don't forget the feeling of someone staring the entire time. I'll let you guess who that was. I'll admit, at first I thought I was imagining the entire thing, brushing it off to the side because of what happened earlier, but when I turned around to get some of the food from the table, guess who I found staring at me, not even paying attention to what was happening on screen? I don't think I even need to say anything at this point.

'I'm starting to get freaked out now, forget flustered.'

When the game finally finished, the boys began chatting among themselves. Even Jimin turned his beanbag around to be able to join the conversation fully. I didn't dare, keeping my eyes on the screen and whatever the hell was on at the moment. At one point, I heard someone shuffling and standing up, going in the direction of the kitchen. Soon enough, from the corner of my eye, I saw Bella slowly coming over to Jimin, asking to be picked up again.