Lie

Please the Boss-10

I found myself looking forward to the nightly practices Jimin and I had every day. He'd teach me a slow dance move every practice since I couldn't catch up on the fast ones.

"Good, put your foot there. Yeah! Perfect!" Jimin said, smiling. I, on the other hand, was frowning, trying to concentrate hard. "Wait a minute. I'm gonna fix your posture," Jimin said, walking over and softly grabbing my waist to move it back a bit. I could feel my face getting warm again. Ivy-Rose, stop it!

"Oh? What's this?" a voice called from the entrance of the room.

Jimin and I whirled around to look at the owner of the voice. Jungkook.

I realized how awkward this situation looked. I mean, Jimin had his hands on my waist... we were close in proximity... Oh no...

"Awww man, Chim-Chim," Jungkook laughed. "Was I interrupting anything?"

"What! NO!" I yelled.

"Then why are you guys still so close to each other?" Jungkook asked, teasingly. Jimin and I jumped apart from each other as fast as lightning. "Is this what you guys were always doing at night after you thought we went to bed?" he inquired.

"Practice dancing? Yeah," Jimin answered, coolly.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. "So, nothing's happening here?" I glared at Jungkook. Immediately he nodded. "Okay never mind, nothing's happening here."

Jimin nodded. "Nothing at all..."

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I sat down on the ground the next morning to draw my daily picture. Without even thinking much, I set to work. Several minutes later, I admired my finished drawing: two hands intertwining with each other. Although the sketch was a bit too loose and messy, I liked the content of it. It made me feel like I wasn't alone in a way.

"Are those our hands?" a voice called from behind me.

Jimin. I turned around to see Jimin sitting on my bed.

"Don't flatter yourself," I mumbled, turning red. Maybe I had accidentally used our hands as a reference without even realizing...

Jimin sat down next to me, making my heart flutter. God, Ivy-Rose, calm down! He was about to speak when I remembered...

"Shit! I was supposed to update Raze of stats yesterday! I forgot!" I yelled, quickly looking for the small drawing of a rose. I pressed on the center of the rose, in which a hole opened up. "Sorry, we'll talk later!" I cried to Jimin, who was laughing. I quickly got inside the communication room, huffing and panting.

Raze's face flickered on the screen.

"You didn't come yesterday," he said.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Stats," Raze demanded.

"Um. Jungkook drew again. They practiced their Blood, Sweet, and Tears song a lot... Um... Namjoon and Yoongi tried writing songs again," I listed off in my head. "The normal stuff they always do.

"Do any of those tasks involve you?" Raze asked.

"No."

"Then why did you not bother to contact me yesterday?" Raze asked, in a scary tone.

"I really got distracted. It won't happen again," I said, looking down.

"Distracted? How?"

I bit my lip. No way I was going to tell him about me and Jimin.

"Headache," I lied.

"First aid room can be opened by slamming the microwave door hard," Raze said, curtly.

"Thanks..." I said, but secretly judging Raze. Who the hell hides a first aid room that can only be opened when the microwave door is slammed hard?! I internally sighed. "Umm... Raze?"

"What?"

"How much longer will BTS be here? They seem normal now..." I squeaked out.

"From the stats I'm receiving, I'm displeased. Once you give me useful stats, I will tell you," Raze said.

"What stats are you hoping for?" I asked, in hopes to just lie that I had noticed those useful stats to get BTS out of this boring rehab house. Every minute, every second they spent in this place was a waste of time. They knew it and I knew it.

"I won't say," Raze said. "Goodbye Ivy-Rose." The screen turned off.

I sighed, trudging back up to my room.

What if I could never please Raze? 

Would we all be stuck here forever?

End of Chapter 10.