The Knowledge Of Us

VII

Chapter 7: Blog update 

"Oh it feels so good to be home!" Namjoon yawns out as he walks up to the dorm. I sprint past him, past them all and throw open my dorm room door. Rushing in screaming the entire way, I couldn't help but let my excitement

"Kimmy!" I scream as I see her standing frozen an apple in her mouth. As I run at her I hit her full on, knocking us over and into a vase that contained flowers. The glass getting everywhere. In the moment though I couldn't care less. "Kimmy, I missed you so much!" She only laughed in response.

"Ashley? You okay?"

We both look up to see all the boys in the doorway, all but one anyways. Hoseok was the one that spoke out. I only smiled at them, getting up and pulling Kimberly to her feet. "Guys! I want you to meet someone!" I say pulling Kimmy close to them. She awkwardly smiles and I start the introductions. "Kimmy, this is Namjoon, Hoseok, Jin, Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung. There's a seventh one running around here named Yoongi. If you feel it easier, call them by their stage names. In that case it's, Rap monster, Jhope, Jin, Jimin, Jungkook, and V. Yoongi is Suga." She nodded along as I pointed each one of them out. Mumbling to herself. "Guys." I say addressing the boys now. "This is Kimberly, or Kim. She's my old dance instructor and lifelong friend. Treat her right." They all smile and take turns coming up to her, shaking her hand and trying to communicate. I thought it was perfect. I couldn't be happier in that moment. And I honestly felt that if it continued like this it will get easier for me. The thoughts, the impulses, the numbness would stay away for years to come. My mind wondered to the broken glass and I knew I needed to pick it up before someone got hurt. I didn't realize someone was helping me until I saw a hand go for a piece of glass in front of my face. "No! Don't touch, I don't want you to get hurt." Only he didn't understand or care because he continued to pick up the glass. Only to cut his hand. "Ah! I told you!" I grab his hand and lead him into my bathroom. Pointing to the toilet he got what I was trying to say and sat down. "You don't pick up glass so carelessly. You get cut." I lecture as I go through the cupboard looking for my things. Pulling out my first aid kit I start by cleaning the cut, making sure there was no glass stuck in his cut. I then started putting gauze, and wrap the hand. "There. All better, be careful next time right?" He nodded smiling bright. We stayed like that for a minute. "Alright let's go Hoseok, I have to clean up that glass before someone else gets hurt." He nods and we leave the bathroom, Hoseok goes to the other members, and I go to the glass. I finished cleaning it up when Jin came up to me.

"Dinner? Cook?" It took me a minute before I realized he wanted to cook dinner with me. I couldn't have been happier.

"Kimmy too?" He smiled and nodded. "Of course!" He then motioned me to follow him, so I did. We ended back over at their dorm and I could understand why. His dorm was more equipped to feed nine people. We head into the kitchen as the others start playing around in rooms, or in the living room. Jin and I enjoyed out time together and cooked a lot, I cooked a classic meal I used to eat as a child and it made a lot. It seemed simple. Spaghetti. I helped Jin with the food he was making while I had to wait. We had fun doing this, even with little communication. I enjoyed my time with these boys. After a couple of hours of cooking dinner was finished. We called for everyone and sat around the table. Digging into the amount of food. Everyone happily ate. Kimmy was thankful for food she recognized and I was glad for the old memories the spaghetti brought. The boys seemed to like it as well.

"Thank you Ashley. For helping Jin, and making this wonderful food." Namjoon speaks up. I smile and bow my head. These boys are something else. I helped them clean up the dishes and the rest of the mess we made. Me and Kimberly said our goodbyes and headed to my dorm in a peaceful silence. That was, until Kimmy had to open her mouth.

"Tomorrow we start your training." I gulp, knowing she's going to kill me.

"Well, tomorrow I'm starting the music video." I mumble out, looking around trying to find an escape. I could feel her stare as she looks at me.

"Like I said," She grits out through a tight smile, towering over my small body, "You start training tomorrow." She then looks ahead, making it to my door before me. "Might want to get your rest, if you want to survive tomorrow." She exclaims loudly as she disappears into my dorm. My eyes widen as I realize the meaning behind her words and quickly get into my dorm, only to find out she took my room. Sighing I got comfy on my couch and quickly fell asleep. Worry filled my thoughts as I thought about tomorrow.

Freezing water splashes on top of me, and I sit up in a hurry, breathing fast. Looking around I spot Kimberly walking away from the couch, a bucket in hand.

"Hurry up and get ready. Training starts now!" She only came back with a towel and my work out clothing. Drying off and putting on those clothes. I meet her outside my door, and she hits me upside the head. "Stretch now!" She demands. Sighing at her abusive demands I follow her lead and started stretching. After a few minutes of stretching my muscles the door behind us opens and out comes Namjoon.

"Ah Ashley, come we'll be late." Namjoon says, I look to Kim and she shakes her head. Pointing towards the end of the hall.

"Run." Is all she says, I groan but start running towards the office. Unhappy with the running but I know that she's the only one that can get me back to my former glory. If I can even call it that. I was still thankful that the office wasn't too far from the dorms, but that also didn't seem to matter as I was basically dying by the time I got there, and I was still dying by the time Namjoon and Kimberly made it there. She only throws a water bottle at me, which I caught and drank gratefully.

Once I was finally able to breathe properly I follow Namjoon into a room, where another man was waiting. Namjoon and him did the bro handshake thing guys do, and he shook my hand. As I go to sit down, Kimmy kicks the chair out from underneath me. I stumble and fall onto my butt. I could only hold my tongue when I glanced up at her. She was smirking and I knew I'd hate what she was planning.

"Squats." Is all she said. So as I was learning their programs and how they edit, I was doing squats. Asking any kind of question was hard because of me being out of shape. I was breathing hard as I did my squats and they were already limited on English. "Descanso." Kimmy randomly says as she sips on a coffee she randomly got. I couldn't be more relieved as I was finally allowed to sit down. My legs were killing me.

I spent the day going back and forth from squats to sit ups, all while trying to learn how to do this video. Kimmy is so harsh, but I know she'll get me ready fast. Towards the end of the day I finally convinced Kimmy to go home, and I finally felt relaxed. The other guy left too, so it was only me and Namjoon. Once everyone was gone I let out a breath of relief. Namjoon patted me on the back. I had asked him a favor, and he willingly agreed. I started out by filming the door, then going inside, filming the work space. Once that was done I handed over the phone to Namjoon, as he got closer to the screen to show more of the technical stuff he zooms back out to film me sitting in the chair, looking busy. We end the video by me smiling at the camera and waving. Once it was done I thanked Namjoon and posted it to my blog, another clue. I put my phone down and continued to help Namjoon with the video. We were almost half way done before we realized it was almost two in the morning.

"Let's finish tomorrow, come on lets go get some sleep." He only nodded, standing and stretching his arms over his head. His shirt slipped up a little showing his tannish stomach slightly. I wasn't going to stare, but I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to look either. As he started to put his arms down, I started to yawn so I turned away from him, it was the perfect timing I swear. "Ready?" I ask once my perfectly timed yawn was done. He nodded, smiling at me. We left the room, making sure to lock the door, then headed to our dorms. We bid each other goodnight as we went to our separate apartments, and I went straight to the couch, completely dead after the day Kimmy put me through. I wonder how tomorrow will be.

Let's hope she doesn't kill me.