~~~~Ana~~~
I woke up the next day a bit sore in my unspeakables. I waddled over to the fridge and took out a glass of orange juice.
"Why are you walking funny?"
I dropped my glass and it shattered all over the floor. "For fucks sake Oppa!!! You scared my half to death!! I forgot you get up really early..."
I stopped to pick up the glass shards. Oppa came over and cleaned the rest while I wiped my tank top from the juice that was spilled on it.
"Are those bruises from the fight?"
J-Oppa pointed to my legs which had little finger bruises and little round ones on my thighs with an eyebrow raised. No. But yes. It WAS a fight.
"Y-Yes Oppa!!" I lied quickly and waddled as fast as I could to my room, or J-Oppa's spare bedroom. The rest of our family is in Portugal. He stayed to study dance and I just flew in a few days ago to further my education in high school.
How could I be so stupid!?!? Why shorts!!?? He could see all of the "fight's" bruises...
I put on some sweats and went back out. He had a new cup waiting for me on the table. "No more glass for you. Only plastic, because you break stuff."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not that bad Oppa. I just make little mistakes."
"Well, until you prove yourself, plastic ware."
He smiled triumphantly and I flicked his nose. "YAH!! That hurt!!"
"That's what you get for being rude!!"
I got up and took my glass with me to the bathroom.
I showered, taking stock of my body and remembering the events of the night before:
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I laid in his arms and he twirled my curls, wrapping them around his fingers like coils and releasing them.
"You staying with J?"
It just occurred to me that I knew nothing about Rapmon and he knew nothing about me.
"SHIT!! J-Oppa is going to be home eventually!! I have to go!" Good lord what did I do!?
I hopped out of his embrace and threw my tights on and threw on my bra, taking in the tattered state of my shirt. It was ripped up the side on the seam.
"Aww! Oppa, you ripped it real bad..."
He tossed his shirt at me and said "wear mine"
I smiled to myself and blushed a little.
"Won't it be weird for you to walk around shirtless?" I asked him, in a rush to get out.
"Naw, I have a great figure." He flexed his biceps and flashed his devil's smile at me. I rolled my eyes at him and threw on the shirt he gave me.
"I'll drive you back"
We hopped in his car and he sped away in the cover of night, hoping that we beat J-Oppa home.
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I hopped out of the shower and noticed all the little circular bruise marks that probably came from Rapmon's teeth and tongue.
My first time was on a dance practice room floor!! Oh my god why did I do that!?!? J-Oppa would be so mad!! Glad we got home before he did. I slipped into bed just before he got home. He peeked into my room to make sure I was there and then probably went to sleep.
OMO!! I was still wearing Nam-Oppa's shirt this morning!! I hope he didn't notice...
~~~~~~J-Hope~~~~~~
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Fiksi PenggemarWritten especially for a friend, but hopefully others can enjoy too!! BTS fanfic.