Yoongi felt something laying on top of his chest, curled up in a little ball. He opened his eyes to see a small frame under a blanket, on top of him. Memories from earlier flooded in and Yoongi's cheeks flushed blood red. Yoongi found his arms wrapped around her waist and felt his muscles relax. He felt safe. Alas Yoongi had to relieve himself at some point. He tried to wiggle himself out from under Rose, only achieving an overly adorable protest from Rose, he was pulled back.
"Rosieee, I need to go to the little boys room, please," Yoongi whined, trying to get out from under her. Finally, she let him go after the third time of complaint. After relieving himself, he walked into the living room to see Rose sleepily making grabby hands at him. He had to restrain himself from aweing too loud. He walked over to her and picked her up carefully and carried her upstairs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and sleepily slung her arms around his neck.
"You idiot, why did you get up so early?" Yoongi murmured, flipping her covers back with one hand, the other holding her up. She sluggishly shrugged and relaxed against him, he set her down softly, turning to exit the room. Rose frowned when she saw him turn away, complaining and reaching for his hand. This made Yoongi relax when her hand brushed against his.
"I have to go to the studio and work on some new stuff, I'll try to be back soon," he murmured softly, pressing his lips lightly against her forehead, both of their faces turning 50 shades of red. Rose smiled softly, shrinking under the warm covers and snuggled her head against her pillow.
Yoongi left the room, essentially telling the members that if they were to mess with Rose that he'd kill them. Little to say, the boys got the message, they smirked when he said "his Rose"
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Rose had woken up around 12 pm, thinking about what had happened that morning, she widened her eyes and her cheeks flushed the color of pomegranate seeds. She got her butt out of her king sized bed { ;) } and started the half day by cleaning her room. Dancing around to Red Velvet and Twice, she picked up the dirty clothes strung around the room, she organized her shelves and closet, stuff you do to clean your room.
She then cleaned the kitchen, doing little dances and finding new food ingredients along the way. She had finished the kitchen after a 'short' 'break'. Deciding instead of cleaning, she would make Yoongi and the others dinner and give Jin a break.
As soon as she started cooking, the boys, who were there, were all lined up sitting at the counter. All except for Jin.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" he offered, standing a little away, not wanting to be hovering over her but could not help scooting closer to get a good look at what she was cooking.
"Jin, I'm giving you a break from cooking and cleaning to go relax, shoo," Rose explaining, pushing Jin away and making a hand motion for him to 'shoo'.
She made BiBimbap (a mix of various foods) for everyone and made a little bento Box for the boys who were at the studio. She made a special bento box for Yoongi since he didn't like what she made for dinner.
~~~~After everyone had ate, the boys went to continue what they were doing, who knows, while Rose walked to the studio to deliver dinner to everyone who are working.
As she entered the studio, her first stop was the dance studio. Knocking on the door, she opened it slowly and peeked in to see Jimin and Hoseok practicing. The two were watching something on a laptop, intensely, nodding their heads along to the music coming from the video. They looking and smiling widely to see Rose with a bag of bento boxes.
"Ooo, what'd you bring me?" Hoseok asked, scrambling up from his spot on the floor, pushing Jimin down. Jimin scoffed, peeling himself off the ground and walking over to Rose.
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FanfictionRose, a 18 year old girl who somehow gets stuck through adoption centers and foster homes. After almost 10 years of being in the adoption center, she finally gets adopted by a young man named Hoseok. Who also is in a band with 6 other men. They call...