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Areum

" Hey! wake up! "  I felt someone shaking me. " hmmm, 5 more minutes momma." the person let out a low chuckle. " I'm not your mom, but I can be your daddy." I sat up so quick my head spun. Looking over to my left seeing Yoongi standing there with a smug smile. I put my hand over my chest, " jesus Yoongi!! What the fuck is wrong with you?" He chuckled. "  At least you remember my name baby." I rolled my eyes " It seems like none of you can remember my name, because all you've been calling me for the past two weeks are those weird pet names. "

" Maybe if you would open up to us we could all be friends, hmm " my exhale was sharper than a thousand blades. " Yoongi can I be frank? " I asked looking at himont of the corner of my eyes.  " I never pictured you as a Frank, maybe Dylan." He joked. I pushed my covers off angrily, jumped off my bed and stormed past him to the bathroom. " Hey hey! I was only joking" He followed me only to have the door slammed on his face. " Areum, can you just explain to me what you're feeling? Trust me I understand, out of all the guys I know exactly what you're going through"

I slammed my hands against the marble counter, how could he understand?  How could someone as nice as him be able to understand the pain i've inflicted with one single act. No, he doesn't know. He has no clue, the only reason he's doing this is to get me to crack.

I look at my reflection in the mirror, long black hair, small eyes and nose. I was the exact replica, only not so much. If only I was good enough, maybe I wouldn't have been thrown away and had to find a job like that. Maybe I wouldn't have sinned, I could have lived a normal life. Have a boyfriend a dog maybe, but It's no use blaming them. I'm the one at fault here... Maybe I should just deal with the consequences and tell them, or at least just tell Yoongi. It seems like out of him and Namjoon he's the one who's gonna actually ask nicely.
The rest of the boys have just been trying to get me to like them I think. It's probably a bet between them, but then again maybe not.

I took a deep breath and opened the door to see him laying down on the beanbag in the corner asleep. I shook my head and walked towards him. " Hey Min Yoongi, wake up" he groaned and turned away from me.
" hey asswipe get up, I need to talk to you." His face distorted " don't you think I'm to handsome to be called asswipe? These hoes ain't loyal." His eyes still closed as he said this.
this hoe is five seconds away from a royal beat down.

" drastic times call for drastic measures. " I whispered leaning over his face bringing mine closer to his. I placed a short peck on his lips and watched as his eyes burst open in surprise.

He stumbled into a seated position on the bean bag. " W-what was that about??" He mumbled. His cheeks dusted with a faint blush, extremely noticeable on his porcelaine skin. " you wouldn't listen to me so I had to do something. " I chuckled as Yoongi struggled to find something to retort.

" tonight, at 1 meet me at the park near the building. I'll tell what you want to know. " I whispered to him before getting up and making my way to the door.

" WAIT! How do you know that there's a park near the apartment? " He questioned. I chuckled and turned slightly on my heels to look at the boy. " You guys may think you know everything about me, but i've got a few tricks up my sleeve. " with that being said I left him in my bedroom and made my way to the kitchen.

Jin was there cooking a late breakfast for everyone. Isla was no where in sight, usually she's up Jin's ass or clinging on to Jungkook. " Jin where's Isla ? " I asked concern growing in my voice, He shrugged his eyes showing little emotion as if he's trying to conceal something and continued to make the food.

That's weird he's usually in a better mood than that... Come to think of it, right as soon as I walked out of my room everyone just seemed to be in a bad mood. I took it upon myself to figure this shit out. I saw Namjoon sitting on the couch on his phone. I walked over to him and grabbed his arm trying to get him to follow me, but he didn't budge. " Namjoon I need to speak to you in private. " I tried to convince him but he didn't even look up from his phone.

WHAT'S GOING ON!!!!!

As if they were some sort of zombie all of the boys came and sat down in the living room each with a solum look on their faces. Everyone winced when they heard the door open hitting the wall behind from being pushed with such force.

" BOYS! " I made eye contact with the man in a luxurious suit who just walked through the door. No no no no shit. If looks could kill I would be dead a million times over, just from his glare.

" Ah! And here's the infamous person who decided to steal my little girl, I hope you realize that I have to punish you now right? " his voice almost reaching a yell. He grabbed me by the forearm and pulled my body off of the couch. " Boys, make sure you keep my daughter safe for a little bit longer while I deal with this pest. " He smirked dragging me out of the apartment. I didn't oppose seeing as it was my fault to begin with. He was probably going to bring me to the cops and have me arrested for kidnapping or something like that.

We got to parking lot and he threw me into the passenger side of a really expensive looking car. Getting into the car on the other side he turned to me and smirked. " It's a shame you're so beautiful, punishing you might be harder than I thought." He chuckled sardonically " Or maybe it won't." Facing forward he started the car and drove away from the building. I knew right then that whatever he was planning was going to be worse than getting arrested.

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And so it begin's ...

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