Eight Man

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Days went by fast and Bianca became closer to the boys. Just this once eh? Her inner self smirking at her.
She was not able to resist being friendly with the boys because they were really nice to her. And sweet, cute, caring, fun and HOT! Her inner goddess continued to tease.
"Yeah...yeah. Fine. You win." She admitted to herself.

For weeks, when the boys aren't practicing or making appearances in music or variety shows and when Bianca is not manning the renovation of the restaurant, they spend time together sneakily going around, eating in different places, cooking, goofing around the house and playing video games.

They developed a routine together during the boys' days off. Some days, she would raid their apartment, clean up their fridge and sometimes even their rooms. She would also cook breakfast for them on days when they are too tired from practicing or writing songs the entire night.

Most of the time they invade her house. They are everywhere. In the kitchen, the dining, the guest rooms, the living room and the balcony. It's good to have good-looking decorations around the house.

She jogs with Jin and Jimin. Some days, Jungkook would join them. Other days, Chelsea is there too.
Yoongi, when he needs some peace and quiet to write lyrics, and is lazy to go their studio, knocks on her door to either use one of the spare rooms or spends a good five hours lying on the hammock in the balcony.
Every other day at 4pm, she has cooking lessons with the boys. Most of the time, it's just Jin learning then the rest joins in when it's time to taste the food. Then they all have dinner together.
Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook dances around the house like crazy kids. They dance really good and they don't seem to tire at all.
Namjoon just likes lying around the sofa, listening to music and making Bianca listen to them, too. Trying his best not to break anything.
Taehyung on some days would join the fun. Most days he just stays in their apartment. If he does come over, he would just lie down on the hammock or plop on the sofa and plug his earpiece, God knows what he's listening to but, one thing is for sure, he kept a good distance from Bianca.

"Hey guys? Dinner's ready!" Bianca called out from the dining.

The boys entered the dining noisily as they usually do. Chatting, laughing and teasing or pushing each other.
Bianca noticed that there's only one thing that shuts them up aside from cute girls walking down the streets -- food.

She has only known them for more than a month but, she felt like she has known each of them for a very long time. She knew that these boys have started to grow on her to the extent that she talked about them whenever her mom called although still keeping their identity.

She smiled as she looked at her friends eating. She LIKES that they enjoy all the food she's been preparing for them so far. She LOVES it when Taehyung flashes his rectangular smile at her after they eat.

Bianca! Stop it! She silently glared at herself.

"Biancs? Are you okay?" Namjoon asked. "You look spaced out again." He said waving a hand in her face.
Bianca snapped out of her thought and looked at the boys who were intently looking at her obviously holding in their laugh.
She covered her face with her hands and laughed. "Guys! Stop staring!" She shouted through her hands still covering her face.
Everyone laughed because they too are starting to know her well.
"Works every time!" Yoongi said laughing tapping the table.
The rest chimed in the teasing.
"You guys are asses, you know that?!" Bianca said jumping up from her seat and heading to the kitchen to hide her crimson face.
She hated it when people stared at her ergo, always the loser when she and the guys played the stare game to know who will wash the dishes.

She came back from the kitchen a few minutes later bringing dessert. "I made mojito popsicles!" She announced handing each one a popsicle and the youngest a strawberry sorbet.
"Hey! I'm turning into an adult this year. I should get a mojito." Jungkook complained.

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