They are all seated around the table eating the breakfast Seokjin prepared. Dahyun was busy eating her french toast when she felt all eyes on her. She looked up to see the boys all watching her and whispering to each other time to time.
"What?!" she asked arrogantly.
Jimin cleared his throat and smiled. "Nothing."
She rolled her eyes and continue to focus on eating.
Taehyung was staring at her, examining her whole being. "Wow look at her skin!" he pointed out. "She's so white! She might be even whiter than you hyung." He shifted his attention to Yoongi. The boys all agree to what he said.
"Me? No way! I'm whiter." Yoongi claimed, pulling his sleeve to show off his white arm. Dahyun pulled her sleeve up as well, she put her arm next to his showing her slightly fairer skin.
"See! I told you she's whiter." Taehyung said.
Yoongi hastily pulled his sleeve down retreating his arm. "I don't care. And how dare you compare me to this ugly." he pointed at Dahyun before standing up to go back to his room.
"Me? Ugly?" Dahyun exclaimed.
"Of course. Who else?" he answered. The other boys are watching them, whispering to each other, betting who will give a sassier reply.
"Excuse you! I'm Snow White and you're just one of my dwarfs. Bitch." Dahyun said to Yoongi who glared at her for good seconds before storming out.
"What's with him?" Dahyun asked the boys. "he's the one who started it. Why is he so pressed?"
"You called him a bitch. What do you expect?" Namjoon shook his head.
"Are you sure it's not about Dahyun taking the Snow White title and saying his her dwarf?" Seokjin asked.
"What do you think he is? A seven years old girl? Of course it's not about that." Namjoon retorted.
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Meanwhile, Yoongi inside his room: "How dare she say that she's Snow White? Bitch, I'm Snow White!"
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Namjoon and Dahyun were left in the dining table while the other boys do their chores.
"Are you really going to live here? Does aunt know?" he started. Dahyun nod. "What made you think that I will let you live in my house?" he furrowed his brows.
"Well, first of all I already talked to your mom and you know how much aunt adore me. I'm her favorite niece, remember?" she waggle her brows, teasing him. "She agreed and was so delighted with the idea of me living with you and I know you can't say no to her so here I am. Tadah!" she cheered with the most unenthusiastic voice.
He sighed in defeat.
"May I ask who those boys are? Are they your gay lover?" Dahyun asked, changing the topic.
"What?! Hell no!" he strongly denied. "They are my tenants slash friends. They pay rent." He clarified. "Speaking of rent. Don't even think that I'm letting you live here for free. How will you pay me?"
She put a finger on her chin, pretending to think. "Since I don't have much cash maybe I should just provide you guys groceries."
"Are you serious? Groceries for seven guys? You have no idea how much that will cost, don't you?" he asked.
"I do. But I can pay with credit card." she assured him.
He gave her a suspicious look. "Didn't your dad cancel your credit cards?"
"I didn't say I will use mine. Please, I memorized his pins since I was 13."
"Stupid. That will still show on his bills." he argued.
"I know. He's not that mad at me to let me starve. For all I know he will be happy to see his only daughter buying groceries and showing signs that she's still alive." she said in a duh tone.
He didn't say more and just nod because she actually made a pretty good point.
"So where's my room?" Dahyun asked.
"Follow me." He stood up and as he said she followed him. She is led up to a spacy room. One bed, a computer, study table, book shelf, Large windows and a big dresser. Better than she expected.
"Cool! is this my room?"
"Nope." Namjoon turned to her. "This is MY room."
"Then why did you bring me here?!" she yelled.
"I was just going to get something. Jeez!" he rolled his eyes.
"Where the hell is my real room?" she asked, getting annoyed.
Namjoon lead the way. He spoke before opening the door. "Just so you know, you have to share with them." he opened up the door to a room with Yoongi and Hoseok inside.
"What?! I have to sleep in a room with two guys?!"
"You have your own bed. Don't overreact. It's not like I'm asking you to sleep in the same bed with them. That will make me a bad cousin." Namjoon reasoned out.
"And do you think this makes you a good cousin?" Namjoon nod, giving her an annoying grin. He was about to leave when Dahyun hold onto him.
"Can you just give me your room? Please!" she pleaded.
"I'm not sure. Let me think." Namjoon looked up, pretending to think. "No."
"H-h-how could you?!" she stuttered. "What if they rape me?" she panicked.
"You wish!" Yoongi scoffed, making Dahyun to turn and glare at him.
Namjoon put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. "Look Dahyun. I know them they are not that kind of person. I trust them and you should too." He ruffled her hair before going out of the room.
Dahyun sighed in defeat. She turned to examine the room. It was okay. It has one double deck and a single bed across it, two tables, and a big dresser. She breathed out and caught Hoseok looking at her.
"What are you looking at?" she groan.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't know I shouldn't stare." being his usual self, Hoseok joked. Yoongi laughed at what he said, high five-ing him for his humor.
Hoseok caught her looking around so he took the initiative to explain. "This is my bed and that is Hyung's" he pointed at the single bed and the upper bunk of the other bed. "I guess that one's yours." he pointed at the lower bunk. It was rather messy. She assumed that's where the two boys keeps their junk. She was about to complain when Namjoon knocked on their door.
"I need to talk to you guys. Will you come to the living room for a minute?"
Dahyun was about to go out but she was stopped by Namjoon. "I only needed the guys. Stay here and fix your things, okay?"
Hoseok went ahead and Yoongi followed closely but he stopped once he is close to where Dahyun is standing.
"I know you're Namjoon's cousin and all but you should know. I don't like you."
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Fiksi Penggemar"All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that's the tragedy of living."― Pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You And their story begins.....
