My Story ✔️

7ㅣI Need U

Baby Angel looks like Daddy Devil. Sorry that was weird. Accidentally changed the title because I forgot what it said. ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋYou can read now. Double update though aye.

I wake up and do my morning routine thinking about what Tae said. 'I love you too. (Y/N)'. I didn't know how to feel about it. I don't want to tell him because it might freak him out and tell me as a friend or something.

I groan getting out of bed and go downstairs. I look in the living room to see no boys insight. The guys probably left when they woke up. Seeing how they were cuddling, probably got embarrassed. Hahaha.

I walk down the hallway, into the recording room. N.O one asked me why I have one or why I need one. I never told anyone I love to rap because it never came up in any conversation. I listen to rap all the time to learn the different styles they have, so I can create my own.

My mom doesn't like it. That's why I have a soundproof recording studio. I write my own lyrics and show it to her to see if she approves, but, if she doesn't, I'll just have to write a better one.

There was one song she liked so I rapped it for her, a soft rap not hardcore like Eminem.

I didn't know she recorded it, until I caught her listening to it. She denied it everything but, I thought it was cool to know someone likes my music.

I take off my earphones, setting them down on the table. I go to my sound board and add some finishing touches, as in editing and adding music, to my song.

"And. I. Am....Done! There!" I swing around in my chair feeling relief. I stretch and walk to my dance practice room. I'm really bad at dancing so I'm taking a class at school to improve. At least dancing is also exercising. It's an excuse not to RUN. I'm just doing my homework Mom. I love saying that. I add some choreography to my song but decide that i should leave it alone until I can get more inspiration.

I lay on the ground for, what seems like, hours. "Wow! I'm so tired. I need a drink of water. My throat's starting to hurts". As I arrive at the stairs, opposite of the practice room. I remember what happened yesterday. All of it.

I chuckle. "Well yesterday was sure eventful, wasn't it".

"What was eventful yesterday? I'm curious". A voice startled me from my thoughts. That voice. I know that voice. It can't be. There is no way they would let him in. Would they?

"Hoseok?! Get out of my house! Now! Go go shoo" I grit my teeth so hard they start hurting.

Hoseok glares at me. "N.O, I won't Go go. Do you want to know why?"

"Actually I can care less. Just get out of my house!" I snarl.

Anger flashes on his face. The rage radiating off of him scares me. He has the eyes of a murderer. This is what I see him as right now.... El Diablo.