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Word Count: 1,178
Genre: Fluff, Comedy
Warnings: Swearing??
"Jiminieeee if you don't get your ass in here I'm going to start the movie without you!"
"I'm coming! Just give me a minute Taehyung forgot how to use the oven again."
"PARK JIMIN STOP NOW DO NOT LET THAT CHILD USE THE OVEN."
"Y/N he's 22."
"Stop it you know he'll burn down the house, why is Jin not there to supervise?"
"He went shopping for food."
"CAN TAEHYUNG NOT WAIT?"
"He said he's too hungry to wait!"
"Must he use the oven?"
"Apparently so."
You sighed as you turned back to the TV, a plethora of movies splayed out on the glass coffee table. You always told him that this sharp edged glass table sitting in between your plush couch and the TV was a hazard, thus why there were tiny foam patches on the side of the corners for the courtesy of Namjoon and the rest of the boys. However, the way they were put on was very unstable. They were basically slapped on with some random glue you'd found somewhere because you realized that the rest of them would be there any minute and this table was basically a death trap for the seven boys plus you. Quite honestly you didn't remember how you came to possess this table in the first place.
Your inquiry was interrupted by a sheik from your shared bedroom. Before you could ask him what was wrong you figured it out forcefully. The house had gone completely dark, the only light shining was a cheap fake candle you had sitting on the table, it'd probably been "burning" for a few hours and you'd completely forgotten about it.
"Y/N?" You heard him shout from the room
"Yeah?" You shouted as loud as you could, hoping to draw him towards you.
It wasn't that you were afraid of the dark.....yes it was. It was exactly that you were afraid of the dark. You sat there completely still, feeling around the couch for your phone, silently praying that the battery was enough to last for a reasonable amount of time.
You felt the cold case touch your fingers, quickly snatching it up before hearing the small crashes and whispers of 'shit' or 'fuck' coming from Jimin as he attempted to make his way to the living room. "Jimin I'm in here! Follow my voice!"
"Thanks, that's not at all what I was trying to do." Even though you weren't close to him and you couldn't see him it was clear to you he was rolling his eyes.
The small crashing and bumping continued as you heard him get closer and closer, as you stood up, feeling the edge of the couch to mark where you were. As you walked cautiously around the couch you suddenly bumped into someone. The combination of the dark and the fear that had already been brewing in your stomach making you scream loudly, therefore scaring the person you'd bumped into.
