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The picture above is Lottie's room. Their apartment is a loft style and Lottie has the bedroom upstairs as well as her own bathroom, while the guys share a bathroom on the main floor and have their own bedrooms down there as well.

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It's been one week since the gig at the club. One week without hearing from or seeing any of the Dionysus boys. That's not to say they haven't reached out, no. In fact, Tae and Hobi have both gone out for drinks with the guys. The five of them have seemingly formed a friendship, which is good because Taehyungie and Hobi need more guy friends.

As for me, I've been in a creative kick recently, so I've been holed up in my room with my songwriting journal. It's my baby, really. The journal had been a birthday gift from Jimin. It's a forest green color with an elaborate butterfly magnet to close it. It is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me and I cherish it.

I hear the front door open and voices ring through the apartment from my room. I start to go downstairs, not bothering to change out of my baggy sweatpants and one of Taehyung's old baseball hoodies that didn't fit him anymore and my glasses. My hair is a huge mess in the big claw clip, but I can't be bothered to change when it's just Tae and Hobi coming home from wherever they were at.

"Hobi can you please look over these lyrics? I'm trying to finish the title track but I'm having trouble with the--" I stop short when I finally make it into the kitchen and see that it is definitely NOT Hoseok.

Well, Hobi is there, but so are all the boys.

"I think that's the most I've ever heard your sister speak," Namjoon whispers to Taehyung, who laughs and pulls out something from a shopping bag.

"Here, idiot. We stopped by the store and picked you up some fuel," My brother threw two packages at me. After seeing my favorite candy, SweetTart Ropes and Airheads, I smile and give him a big hug. I then take in his insult and give him a playful glare, pushing him away and starting to scold him in Korean.

"Hey! I'm getting higher grades in college than you ever did. I'm also writing the song that YOU have been on my ass about getting done for a month."

"Grades don't measure intelligence, Lots. You're just jealous that I pull more men than you do."

"Oh my god. You better shut your mouth right now or I swear I'll--"

"Okay children, calm down. I know I'm the oldest out of us three but I didn't sign up to play mom when you two start bickering. Lottie, can I look at the lyrics after dinner? We're gonna start making it and watch the basketball game. Don't stress, kid. We still have plenty of time until we need all the songs written," Hobi cuts into our sibling bickering. I nod and bow to the other guys in the room politely.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'm just gonna go back upstairs and finish some homework."

"Alright. I'll bring you up a plate when the food is done."

"No, it's okay. I'm not hungry."

"You're eating," he turns around to give me the scariest glare I've ever seen. "If I don't bring you up a plate, you'll forget to come down and get one later and all you'll eat is that junk. I know how you get when you're focused and stressed, Lottie. Don't argue,"

I roll my eyes but nod anyway. I grab my candy and head up to my room. Once I'm there, I go over to my desk, take out some homework, and turn on my speakers. I shut the door so I don't disturb all the guys downstairs and get to work.

I'm so absorbed in my homework that I don't realize the time, nor do I realize that there's someone standing in my doorway until they start speaking.

"What are you working on?"