At The Dorm

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"Okay, before we go in I will warn you that they are grown men and when a grown man thinks a girl is beautiful they try to make her theirs. You're mine so if any of them try anything then tell me." Yoongi says in a serious tone.

They're not that bad are they?

On camera they always act like children...I forgot that they are all men.

"Oh and sometimes they get a little crazy so just try to ignore them as much as possible, it's what I do."

Wow.

Cling.

The elevator reaches the top floor.

The doors open.

"Let's go." He says and grabs my suitcase and walks off.

"Ya! Don't leave me!" I yell and speed walk after him.

We get to a brown wooden door with a brass handle at the end of the corridor.

I bet this door is worth more than my entire house.

Yoongi turns the handle and pushes the door open.

"Welcome home...I guess." He smiles.

This guy is so bipolar sometimes.

I look into the room.

Woah.

"Holy shit

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"Holy shit." I gasp.

Nearly everything is either black or white. Both of my favourite colours.

"Shhh. Don't let Jin hear you swear." Yoongi puts a finger to his lips.

I nod slowly still in shock.

Is it possible to fall in love with a house? Because I just have.

"Hey Yoongi do you know where the-" Namjoon says as he walks in to what I think is the lounge.

"Is this?" Namjoon asks gazing at me.

I can feel my cheeks heat up.

"Yes." Yoongi blandly replies.

Thanks Yoongi. You're not even going to give me an introduction? Tch.

"I will go get everyone you guys stay here." Namjoon says and practically runs out.

"That was weird..." I say.

"Get used to it." Yoongi sighs and plops himself onto a sofa.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, you're going to be living with a bunch of weirdos so get used to things being weird all the time." Yoongi replies.

"I like weird." I whisper.

"I don't." Yoongi whispers back.

I didn't mean for him to hear me.

I can hear talking and footsteps from above.

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