((In this chapter and maybe in the next few chapters, you may get a glimpse of what some characters are thinking in their point of views! - Zeera))
"Here's your room Seokjin. Sorry about the mess." Jungkook sheepishly apologised, "Blame Taehyung for the mess. He used this room as a storage room, not that he really needed it. Like you, he didn't have much possessions." Seokjin smiled and nodded, "Thank you hyung. I really appreciate it." He placed his belongings on the floor as Jungkook left Seokjin alone to get comfortable. He looked around the room and noticed how much bigger it was from his old room – triple the size. A crisp, white desk stood in the far corner, a bookshelf ran along the length of the wall next to the desk and a large window brought in the moonlight and the thin curtains blew gently from the breeze that was coming in. Across from the window lay a queen-sized bed and a door off the side led into a private bathroom. Another door was next to the window and Seokjin realised that it was a walk in wardrobe. "Jungkook!" Seokjin jumped at how close Taehyung's voice was.
"Hyung! You scared me!" Seokjin poked his head out from the side of the door, scaring Taehyung in turn. Taehyung turned to see Seokjin's dark locks covering his face slightly but in a cute and innocent way.
"Mianhae Seokjin-ah. I didn't realise you were there." Taehyung chuckled sheepishly as his chocolate brown hair covered his eyes.
"Taehyung! I was in the shower you pabo!" Jungkook suddenly appeared, making both boys jump. What is it with everyone trying to scare me? Seokjin wondered as he went back to his room. He slowly unpacked his belongings, placing his laptop on his new desk. While waiting for it to turn on, he got out his phone and started playing Eyes, Nose, Lips, the acoustic cover by Eric Nam ((one of my favourite artists right now!)) quietly. He started singing quietly but loud enough for the elders to hear him.
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While Taehyung and I were talking, I could faintly hear music along with a voice I know so well. I left Taehyung along as I went to our room (yes, we do share a room!) to get my phone. I quickly scrolled through my songs until I found my recent addition. A song that Jin had posted up the night before, I Need You. I started playing it and my eyes widened as I realised the singer that has over one million followers and goes by the name of Jin, is now living in my house. Oh man, holy shit... I couldn't believe it. My idol is now living with me! I started fangirling and the next thing I knew, Taehyung came in.
"What's got you in a tizz?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow at me. Taehyung may be twenty-three, two years older than me but it's very rare for him to act mature as it's usually me that's really mature out of the two of us.
"Have you just heard Seokjin sing?" He shook his head, "No. Why?" I groaned as I walked out of our room and turned on our massive Samsung stereo speaker system and started playing Jin's new song.
"I need you girl..." We both heard Seokjin sing as he joined into the song I was playing. He then walked out and joined us in the kitchen.
"Why are you playing my-" He stopped as he realised what he said.
"It's okay Seokjin. Your secrets safe with us. It's a beautiful song. I love it. What inspired you to write it?" I asked him as he blushed.
"it's a secret that I only know. No one else needs to know about it Jungkook." He shyly winked at us and I groaned as he walked away. I have to admit, I love this cocky and fun side of Seokjin even if he's still a little shy around us and the fact that he's still a little shy makes it even more cuter.
Our silence was disturbed by someone's phone ringing, it's ringtone seeming familiar to me.
"Seokjin! I think your phone's ringing!" I yelled out as I heard the chorus of the song,
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Broken [DISCONTINUED]
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