CYPHER | BTS

22: CAN WE STILL BE FRIENDS?

- T W E N T Y T W O -

May 18, 2020
Monday

📍Atlanta, Georgia

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Choi June

I've never been one to lose my patience so easily. I mean, I've dealt with the insanity in my mind for all these years without completely going crazy.

It's just that... life with Cypher is seriously insufferable sometimes.

This morning, I woke up to my door being slammed open. I'm talking, doorknob to wall, no hesitation, slammed open.

"JUNE!"

The tone in that shout triggers my fight or flight, forcing me and my messy hair to scramble into sitting up on the very comfortable bed.

"What? What's wrong? Who died?"

At the door, there's a panting Hoseok, looking about as panicked as I was when I found out I was stuck in this wicked lifestyle.

"June, you have to come to the kitchen. I don't really know what's happening. One minute I'm heating up the bagels Bomi brought in for us—which are so good, you have to try them—and the next minute there's yelling and commotion and you know how it is in the morning. No one has the energy to yell, so I thought: who the hell is yelling so early right now? Anyway, there was this girl—"

"Hoseok! Can you please just get to the point?!"

He rushes up to me and grabs my hand, hauling me out of bed. "Come on! We need you!"

I don't have the choice nor the energy to argue as Hoseok drags me out of the bedroom and down the hall toward the kitchen. In my usual pajama pants and tank top, I'm skidding to a stop when I see the rest of the members are already here.

"How many times do I have to tell you?! We didn't do anything! You're being completely irrational—Woah, what?! WAIT! PUT DOWN THE KNIFE!"

"Don't come near me!"

It's then, when I realize as I stand there, taking in the view before me, that there is in fact a girl in the penthouse. One I've never seen before, who looks feisty and completely lost.

The guys are all yelling at her in english as she stands behind the kitchen island in the corner of the kitchen, completely surrounded and trapped, telling her to calm down or to just put down the weapon, in which she holds out in front of her in a fearful position.

"What the hell is going on?!" I blurt the first words I've said since stepping in here, a faint hush falling over the room as the guys stop yelling.

Yoongi, who's sitting a few feet away from the commotion, leisurely sips on his iced coffee as he says, "Jimin brought home a crazy chick last night."

The woman gasps. "Crazy?! You're all crazy!"

"Tsk..." Yoongi cocks his head. "We're not the ones holding a kitchen knife, babe."

"Look, I'm sure this is all a misunderstanding," Namjoon tries to reason.

"Of course it's a misunderstanding!" Jimin groans, frustratingly throwing his hands up. "She was drunk, obviously she doesn't remember that I practically saved her ass."