limited // z.y.

eight | part 1

dear diary

i hung out with jungkook and his friends today....

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y/un: your house has the red door right?

i was walking down jungkook's street, headphones in while i scanned my surroundings.

blank*^*baby*^*seagull: yeah and the number 61

i looked up and down a view houses in my range of sight, spotting the bold red entrance, the numbers engraved in silver beside it.

laugh-at-mommy-$uhos-jokes: you can come at ten thirty. the boys wanna spend a lot of time with you.

i felt a blush creeping up to my cheekbones as i walked up jungkook's driveway, pulling my headphones off and pausing my music.

they want to spend time with me?

i ran my fingers through my hair, replying to junmyeon, turning my sound off and putting my phone in my pocket.

y/un: ok, i'll see you then. i have to go now. annyeong

just then, the oak door opened to reveal a dishevelled, yoongi? i think that was his name.

his dark blue jumper and black skinny jeans were a stark contrast to his pale skin, his blonde hair messy on his head and hanging weirdly in front of his eyes.

"you're ____, right? annyeonghaseyo."

he bowed 90 degrees, and i did the same.

"yeah. yoongi, if i'm correct?"

he nodded lazily.

"yup, but most people call me suga. it's nice to meet you."

"same here."

"come on in, the guys are watching tv."

i stepped over the threshold after having received his invitation.

yes, i'm a vampire, plot twist, lol jk.

the interior of the house was very open plan with a lot of windows, and a lot of white.

"follow me."

i walked behind suga's shortish figure. he was a little bit shorter than me.

we turned a corner, and i nearly fell over from the impact of a body colliding with mine.

"_-noona!! you're actually here!! you've never hung out with us beforeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!"

jungkook clung to my neck like a koala, his longish legs wrapped around my waist in a vice-like grip.

"ngh, jung-shi, i'm not a jungle-gym."

i rested my hands on his waist, hugging him anyways, but also because i didn't want him to injure himself.

his grip around my neck tightened, but he pulled his head away, resting his forehead against mine, his brown hair tickling my eyelashes.

"naui gajang chinhan chingu"

my best friend.

he whispered while looking into my eyes, and i felt a blush creep up my face, a small embarrassed smile on my lips.

such a cutie, this guy, aish.

"yah! jungkookie-ah, stop holding up _, you'll stop her blood circulation!"

i heard jimin yell from somewhere in the room.

a pout formed on jungkook's lips.

ugh, my hearteu.

"mian, _."

he slowly lowered his legs from my waist, although he moved his arms and body around so he was behind me, and he slowly pushed me forward into the living room, his hands now resting on my stomach with his arms around my waist.

"hey there, _. was it easy to find this place?"

jimin's voice had reduced to a calm octave, his arms wrapping around my shoulder's for a quick hug, and i heard a rustle of hair, signalling that jimin had hit jungkook over the head.

"yeah, it's actually only two blocks from my place. i walked here."

my words were muffled by jimin's grey t-shirt.

"annyeonghaseyo. my name is namjoon, but you can just call me rapmon if you want."

as soon as i had escaped jimin's grip, i was pulled into another by a tall, muscular figure.

i'm guessing this is namjoon.

i giggled as he squeezed me closely.

"i do think you are in my science class, rapmon."

"oh, yes."

he chuckled lightly, ruffling his mismatching brown hair.

"well, please sit down. we're really excited to have you here."

and so was i.