Different {completed}

7

~ Yoona's Point of View ~

"Ah, erm, Jungkook-" I stuttered, fumbling backwards slightly without trying to anger the boy in front of me, whose fists had clenched and eyes were glaring straight at me. I could feel my heart begin to race, worry begin to build up.

All for nothing.

"Jungkook," Namjoon placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder, inducing the brown colour to flood into his irises once more and his fists to uncurl slowly. Namjoon gave me a knowing look as if to apologise and slowly pulled Jungkook up to his feet. The said boy glanced at me, opening his mouth as if to say something but immediately thought better of it and shut his mouth, following Namjoon out of the studio. My eyes trailed his body as he left, feeling something churn inside me, not quite sure what it was.

"Did I do something?" I muttered to the boy sat next to me.

With a soft sigh, Taehyung shook his head.
"No Yoona, it's just... " His voice trailed off, his gaze focused anywhere but on me. "Maybe you should get some rest," V brushed his dark hazel coloured hair forward with his fingers, before standing up and holding out a hand. I took it gratefully and allowed myself to be hoisted up, before smoothening my clothes.

"Let's go!" Taehyung called out, and the others made noises in reply which we assumed to be an okay.

"Come on Yoona," Jimin slung a casual arm around my shoulders, giving me a small grin. Returning his smile, I shuffled closer to his body, leaning my head against his shoulder, staying in the same position even in the van.

"Hmm?"

Mumbling, I could vaguely feel movement, but my eyes were too tired to open.

"It's only me," A familiar voice whispered, gently placing my body on what I assumed to be my bed, carefully tucking me in. I snuggled into the comfort of the sheets, my lips curling into a smile in contentment. Subconsciously and still half asleep, my hand reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him from moving away.

"Thank you Jiminie," I mumbled, patting his bicep.

A slight pause followed, before I felt a soft peck on my forehead.

"It's okay. Good night Yoona."

I don't want to get up yet.

Reluctantly sitting up, I fumbled for my phone and clicked the first button the screen, which happened to be 'snooze'.

Anything to stop that horrible alarm.

I rubbed my face lightly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, and sat up unwillingly, glancing around my room.

It was then that I remembered who brought me to my bed last night, and made a mental note to thank Jimin later.

RINGGGG

"Stop," I mumbled angrily, grabbing my phone and turning the alarm off again. Finally swinging my legs off the side of the bed and standing up, I stretched my limbs, before heading for the bathroom to freshen up.

After returning, I pulled the drawer of the bedside table and placed the single object in lap.

"So what's so special about you, hm..?"

I ran my fingers along the edges of the blade; my blade. The shiny black surface reflected my own features in it, very faintly. I caressed the intricate pattern on the hilt, allowing my fingernail to follow the swirls of the design.
I frowned.

What was it about this sword in particular?
Why did the boys have a shocked reaction when I picked it?
And why was I so drawn to it in the first place?

Just as I was about to inspect the design more closely, I heard a shout from the corridor.

"Yoona! Are you awake? Come for breakfast!" Hoseok called, as he padded down the stairs.

I quickly opened the drawer again and placed the sword back into it, and hurried out of the room.

"Good morning," I smiled at the boys seated at the table, and slid into a seat next to Jimin.

"Hey," He gave me his signature big grin and eye smile, making me melt a little inside.

"Hey Jimin," I grinned, "Thanks for last night by the way...you know carrying me and all," I gestured slightly with my hands and he let out a chuckle.

"It's okay, you weren't too heavy," He joked, earning a playful hit to the arm as I rolled my eyes, and he just grinned goofily.

"Shut up," I muttered with a smile, before turning to Jin who had just placed a plate in front of me on the table.

"Thanks Jin!" I promptly tucked into the food, once again marvelling at the taste which only Jin could produce in his food.

"Easy there, tiger," Taehyung laughed, watching me stuff my face.

"I'm hungry, leave me be," I replied, continuing to shovel food into my mouth, not caring that 7 extremely handsome boys were in the room and could see me.

That was before I caught Jungkook's eyes on me, and my eating slowed, as I felt my cheeks heat up.

Dammit.

He smirked once he realised I'd noticed him, and cocked his head to the side.

"Everything alright, maknae?" Namjoon patted his shoulder as he walked past on his way to the sink.

"Hm? Yeah," Jungkook replied absentmindedly, suddenly standing up and smoothening his jeans.

"Not too hungry though," He commented, before weaving around the table and ruffling my hair as he walked past.

"Keep eating," He chuckled, as he left the kitchen.

"Whatever," I grumbled, but the corners of my lips curled upwards into a slow smile.

"Here, I'll help with the dishes, Jin," I smiled, and he returned the smile gratefully as the others got up and left back upstairs, probably to get ready to go to the studio or to the training gym downstairs.

After finishing up loading the dish washer and wiping the table, I trudged back up the stairs to my own room - after all, I had training today as always.

Stifling a yawn, I stepped into my room, heading over to my wardrobe before spotting the open drawer I'd forgotten to close before going for breakfast.

"Clumsy," I muttered as I swooped down and slid it shut, before a key detail hit me.

I frantically pulled the drawer open again, and let out a gasp.

The blade was gone.

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