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Chapter 11: What The Heck Just Happened?

~~Previously~~

I slept on the couch because we hadn't really decided on where I would sleep, despite the fact that Jin insisted on Jungkook sleeping on the couch so id I'd take his room.

Suprisingly, it didn't take that long to fall asleep. With all the ridiculously soft pillows I almost forgot I was on a couch

Tomorrow----------------------------------------------------------------------------For sure

For breakfast we sat around a relatively large table while Jin made breakfast.Yes for eight people. It was a really big frying pan okay?

Anyways, Just like the day before, I had worked up some small talk, trying to keep off the "world famous idols" topic. And yet still, Jungkook stared at me with the same expression. One in which I couldn't read.

I felt guilty living with them and not doing anything In return so I started to do the dishes for Jin.

"You don't have to do those."

The voice was so sudden it made me gasp. Quickly, I turned to see who spoke, dropping a plate in the process. The person then got on his hands and knees and started picling up the peices as I mentally cursed.

"I'll clean up, from the looks of it you're going to end up hurting yourself" And as if on que a shard of glass caught your hand and cut it.

I asked for the first aid box and he pointed towards the top right cupboard.

"You know if you wanted to help so bad," I turned towards him, a visibly confused looked displayed on my face.

"Dont do it!" A blonde male sprinted into the kitchen area and stood infront of me, arms out as if he were trying to protect me. You get a good look a the person who turned to you and gave you a sorry look.

"Jimin?"

He wasn't that much taller than you so it made the situation more histerical than funny. At least to Jin

Jin then gave Jimin a look which would apparently explain evetything. To Jimin. I was still there more confused than a pokemon hit with confusion.

"You wouldn't." Was all Jimin said after.

"As I was saying, Of you want to help that badly," He paused for dramatic effect

"Wake up Yoongi."

You felt a bit confused as to why jimin made such a big deal out of this. He then whispered almost frightening not to do it if I valued my life.
WHAT WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

Simply I nodded and exited the room, as the youngest members wished me luck, telling me to come back alive, forgetting all about the banf aid I was supposed to put on.

Checking each room became more of a chore since there were so many. But down at the end of the hall stood a room, and just like all natural protagonist, I went in.

Bingo. There I saw a sleeping Suga. Firstly I thought calling him would wake me up but he was a rock.

Phase two. I said in my head as I sarted lightly shaking him. Verry quietly he groand and spoke in a low, raspy voice.

"What do you want?"

What to say? I didn't really plan on that, being told I might loose my life to a lazy ass guy probably still in his PJ's but that shouldnt bother me. Yet.

"Tell hyung I don't care." Mentaly, I curse again, not wanting Yoongi to hear and as my patients grew short, I found myself ripping off the sheets that covered that lazy ass.

Honestly, I would have been successful, if a pale hadn't so aggressively grabbed my wrist.

It all happened so fast. I looked to see the figure who reatricted me when they and flipped me so that I was lying underneath the figure, now both hands restrained by him.

"Tell me," he satarted, and I could feel his warm breath hit me skin.

Too close.

"Why did you really wake me up?" The question floated in my mind for a while, cause I was too overwealmed to remember the question.

I thought fir a while and felt dumb after realising what I had forgotten.

"Breakfast " I said bairly audible to myself, however Yoongi's head pirked up and a smile formed on his face.

"Why didn't you say so?"

The,now, mint-haired member then sprang out of bed like a little kid, obviously leaving me,the most confused person in the world wandering:

"WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?"