GAME | PJM

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not even a step into their hotel room and she had already been attacked into an insanely tight hug.

the brown haired boy giggled in yeonmi's ear, his oversized jumper wrapped around her small frame as she stood there with a look of confused fright. she turned her head to peer over at jimin, who had his arms folded, and mouthed the word help.

"stop spreading your illnesses, tae." jimin spoke, sternly yet jokingly.

taehyung let go of her, an adorable box smile radiated from his face. he ruffled yeonmi's hair–which she hated.

"you've done good, jiminnie." the boy smirked whilst raising a brow and seemingly analysing yeonmi's face. his deep voice still came as a surprise to her every time he spoke.

jimin slapped him on the shoulder and pushed him into the hotel room where the others were stood, doing their separate activities. jimin took yeonmi's hand and led her to the centre of everyone's attention.

"hey!! this is yeonmi!–"

the person yeonmi recognised as
j-hope instantly stopped browsing on his computer and charged up to where the two stood, taking yeonmi's unoccupied hand in his and shaking it.

"hi, i'm hoseok." he stated cheerfully and she nodded alongside an awkward smile at his formally informal greeting. almost instantly, another was eager to
copy hoseok's actions–in a different manner.

a tall, broad shouldered boy took her hand, too, yet instinctively leant his face down to plant a kiss on it. he then looked up at a shocked (more than that) yeonmi and winked.

"seokjin-hyung what the fuck?" jimin exclaimed; too much in disbelief to stop what the older was doing.

"sorry. i was mesmerised by her beauty. i just thought we'd look great together because, you know." seokjin drew a circle around his face with a finger and smirked.

yeonmi slipped her hand out of his.

jimin's complexion had harshly reddened and his back was exaggerated into a very straight line in an attempt to make himself seem taller than he actually was. she found it adorable.

seokjin had already walked away; he realised when he had opened his mouth to say something he'd probably regret.

"oh, hey i'm namjoon." another tall boy commented and waved from his position near a portable recording thing–yeonmi wasn't sure what it was or what to call it. he had taken his headphones off once he had noticed yeonmi's presence.
she waved in response.

a booming outburst from a grown man's mouth seemed to be calling the boys towards somewhere; it was very quick speech.
jimin kissed yeonmi on the cheek as she watched the other guys standing up to go to that somewhere.

"dance practice.
gonna take a while, i'm sorry, babe." he told her in a sad tone.

babe.
sounds even better in person.

"it's okay. i'll wait." she replied, suddenly drained out of all confidence. she was sort of puzzled as to where the other members were; yoongi and jungkook.

"cool." jimin kissed her again, purposely missing her cheek and aiming at her lips.

he left her in the–

"hey! yoongi fell asleep on the toilet, again!"
"you've gotta be kidding me."
"did he wipe or–"
"ew."
"he's so talented, i'm jealous."
"wHO'S GONNA MOVE HIM?"

"OH HELL NO."