7 + 1 Talents ♪ KTH

Chapter 4 / Shopping

When we finished eating I helped Hoseok with the dishes and then went out of the kitchen.

But before I could reach the staircase Yoongi dragged me to the side of the hallway. I looked at him, confused. "What?"

His face was emotionless. And I knew him so well that I could tell he was furious.

Well, shit.

"Who let you in my room?" he asked coldly.

I looked him square in the face. He couldn't intimidate me. "Does that even matter? At least I got some clothes temporally, since you wouldn't ask any of your staff to get my things from home."

"I'll ask again. Who let you in?"

I sighed in annoyance. "It was Taehyung. Happy now?"

His eyes brightened up, but not because he was satisfied with the answer. No. As I could tell he would beat the shit out of Taehyung the next time he saw him.

Without another word he turned around and left. I simply shrugged it off. It wasn't my fault Taehyung wouldn't ask to go in. But at least I had some fresh clothing until I somehow would get my stuff.

I went to my room and flopped down on the bed. It was even more comfortable than it looked like.

Not long after I drifted into slumber.

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"Seoyeon."

I turned in my sleep and away from the annoying voice I could hear in my dream.

"Seoyeon, wake up."

I groaned at the noise. I was way too tired to think.

"SEOYEON!"

I jolted awake to Namjoons face hovering over me. Hell, why did he need to wake me up? I sighed and sit up from my comfortable position.

"What is it?" I asked.

He stood up straight again. "Yoongi hyung said we're all going shopping, since you, well, need clothes."

I rubbed my heavy eyes and looked at him, putting my glasses on.

"He really said that?" I asked before a yawn left my lips.

He nodded, seemingly confused why I asked. I stood up and walked past him.

I didn't pay any attention to his confused expression and just went down the stairs. In the living room all of them, expect Namjoon of course, were waiting.

I walked to my brother, and this time it was me who dragged the other one to the side for a private talk. I crossed my arms as he stood in front of me.

"So?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Why'd you suddenly change your mind?" He shook his head. "I didn't. But you need new clothes. You can't wear mine all the time."

Before I could ask more questions it hit me.

"Did you do something to Taehyung? YOONGI DID YOU???" I asked panicking. I knew that he just wanted to help me, even though he found it funny to harass Yoongi like that.

"Calm down, I gave him punishment, but I didn't hit him or something. But he's not allowed to have my passwort to my Netflix- account for the next four weeks."

I exhaled, relieved.

"Okay, that's fair I guess."

We went back to the others. In that time, Namjoon was down too, so we could take off. The guys had a huge black van. I sat in the back middle seat, squished between Hoseok and Taehyung, my brother drove.