Living Blue *A BTS Short Story*

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"So Miso, when are you going back to military?" asked Namjoon, the intellectual.

"Yah, she just came back from training!" Jin sparked, shouting at Namjoon and soon an argument between them fired.

"It's fine," Miso chuckled as she tucked a strand of her medium bob behind her ear, "Since training is done I'm here for a week and a half and then I'll have to go back to the base. By the way, when are you guys enlisting?"

Embarrassed, all the boys turned away and started to mutter sentence-long conversations between themselves. Chortling I got up and went into the kitchen to check on the fish that was currently grilling on a little machine. Jin got it from his house to make sure we're eating healthily even though we're probably gonna be downing alcohol in the evening and be waking up with bed heads and a hungover mind. While the fish hissed on the grill after turning it, a wave of laughter reiterated from the living room.

Joining them, I sat myself on the arm of the sofa and looked around at each of their faces. They all looked like innocent children who didn't have any fears of the world and it's people; who didn't understand the hardships of even taking a breath, of taking the wrong step; they didn't understand the pain in love and the peace in hate. Their smiles and squinted eyes showed no sense of disbelief- their faith in each other was the glue holding the wallpaper up in their home. 

"Yeseul," Jungkook said between breathes after heavy giggling, "Once we were in an ice cream shop and-and Yoongi-hyung tried getting a girl's number by-" His tittering wouldn't stop that Taehyung finished the rest of the story for him.

"The girl asked him "What can I get you?" and he responded, "Yo number!" and the girl told her co-worker to tend to us." They were all hyperventilating and turning red like Yoongi- except he was angry...

"That didn't happen!" but alas no one stopped their teasing... Including me.

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It was starting to turn dark outside so we decided to prepare the fire for the barbecue. Hoseok and I were chatting about our individual projects. He recently found a studio and decided that that's where he wants to start his ambitions. After much depth in our conversation, I found out that Yoongi and Hoseok are both trying to raise enough money to buy it and run a youth club. They were deep into the idea of helping youngsters the way that they wanted to receive it. They wanted to present opportunities to people that they themselves didn't have. They wanted  to give everything that they didn't have. 

A light tornado of grey smoke rose from the coal on fire. A small scream from the marinated pork sizzling on the barbecue rang and everyone's attention turned to Head Chef Jin.

"Since we only have about two weeks with Miso I think we should quit most of our plans and spend time with her!" he announced, looking triumphant for no reason really. 

"Ah, jinjja don't do that. Don't you guys have uni or something? You can't skip that." Miso blushed with embarrassment that all the attention was on her. I haven't known Miso unnie long but one thing that I am most definitely sure about it that she hates attention. When I first asked why she decided to join the army she said it was so she could escape individual attention. Perhaps it was the camouflage uniform that you need to wear during war.  The camouflage costume that made you fit into the background so you don't get killed. I see her point now...

Some people kill for attention but some people die because of attention.