Candy Girl | BTS

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The unsettling silence as I open the door is surreal, it almost too peaceful to be any sort of reality. I take off my red converse and leave them on the almost full shoe rack by the door, my size five's sticking out of place next to all the gigantic shoes around them. 

I walk carefully around the dorm, thanking god himself for the carpeting in their house, making it easy to maneuver around without producing more than the odd floorboard creaking.

As I make my way to the first room in a long hallway, I hear soft snores from the inside, and before I can wrap my hand around the handle, the manage grabs my wrist softly. I turn to him confused until I see my left hand.

Ahh, I have to pretend to be married, I forgot about that...

He hands me a small ring that fits nicely around my finger then nods to the door. I open it silently and tiptoe inside, crouching beside one of the two beds in the room. There I see a boy with purple hair, snoring softly, obviously the cause of the only noise in the house. My gaze softens when my eyes land on what he's cuddling, a giant Ryan plushie.

How cute. 

I extend my right hand and the manager nods at me, gesturing to continue. I place my small hand on his shoulder before rubbing it a bit, and speaking softly.

"Good morning, Namjoon. It's time to wake up, okay?" He stirs a bit, and the manager signals to me that he's going to make breakfast. I nod and take this as a sign that I'm doing it right, and I should do the same with the other boys, after I'm done with him.

He's still asleep, so I decide to speak a little more. Hopefully that will work.

"Namjoon-ah, it's morning~" He turns in my direction, him obviously a little conscious.

"Eomma, I don't wanna wake up..." I chuckle softly and hold his hand, rubbing the back of it with my thumb.

"Namjoonie, you have to wake up. Breakfast is already cooking~" At this, he sits right up and bolts to the kitchen, leaving his bed messy and his Ryan plushie on the floor. I'm surprised he didn't stop to look at me. Whatever.

I move on to the second bed in the room, where I see a head of light brown hair, it almost resembling a coconut. 

He's hugging a pillow, and he isn't making the slightest sound. He looked very childish, and I'm sure he wasn't as easy as Namjoon was to wake up.

"Hey Jungkookie~, you have to wake up now." I used the softest voice I could, and he started to open his eyes. As soon as he caught sight of me, he sat up straight. His glare pierced through my glasses, and he no longer looked innocent.

"Who the hell are you?" He growled at me, his morning voice making him more intimidating. It turned a switch in my brain that hadn't been switched in years. No one talks to me like that. I sighed and stood up before making eye contact with him. 

"Please be respectful, I'm older than you. In any case, your manager is cooking, go ask him." My voice came out cold and unforgiving, and he got up, him towering over me even more than Namjoon did.

"Are you a sasaeng? Do I have to call the cops?" I maintained my perfect posture and stared into his eyes, keeping my expression blank as his threatening gaze burned holes in my sweet image.

"No. Go to the kitchen please, Jungkook-ssi." He only grunted and started walking in the direction that Namjoon had bolted only minutes before. I sighed once again before refilling myself with pastel vibes and happy feelings. 

I walked out of the room and slowly opened the second door in the hallway. There I found three beds, all with adorable boys in them. I ventured for the one closest to me, assuming it would be easier.