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03. A Creepy Present

"I'm sorry," Yoongi apologized. "For breaking your laptop,"

I covered my face with my hands as I was shaking my head.

"I just felt like that I need to protect Jimin, but—"

"Wait, what?" Hoseok asked, cutting Yoongi off, widening his eyes, giving him a death glare. "So, now you want to protect him, huh?"

"I didn't mean anything!" Yoongi tried to convince him, but he wasn't listening. Hoseok picked up a vase, aiming for Yoongi's head as he was taking some steps backwards. "Just stay right where you are! I have a baseball bat, you know?"

"Oh, really?" Hoseok frowned, still walking towards him, "Are you threatening me?"

Yoongi was about to scare Hoseok, but he accidently hit his head with the baseball bat, and that was when I gulped after I had seen the anger in his eyes.

"Did he just hit me?" Hoseok asked, still aiming the vase at Yoongi's head, causing him to gulp.

I had to stop them, so I joined their argument. "HEY!" I shouted, "THAT VASE IS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM—" But, Hoseok cut me off by throwing the vase at Yoongi. Fortunately, he missed, but it broke by hitting the wall. "FROM MY GRANDMA!" I quickly added, after seeing the broken pieces of the vase all over the floor, I screamed.

Yoongi and Hoseok stared at each other, then they both switched their glances at me, and before waiting for my next reaction, they ran downstairs.

"Today is the worst day of your life," Jimin broke the silence. "Am I right?"

I sat beside him on the bed, "Why are they breaking my stuff?"

"If you're sad only because of your plate, your laptop and that creepy birthday present from your grandma, I gotta say that I'll buy them for you," Namjoon said. "The dusty creepy vase," He whispered, clear enough for me to hear.

"Don't forget about his favorite glass," Jimin added, causing all of us to turn our faces at Taehyung.

"What? Why are you staring at me like this?" Taehyung asked, letting a breath out. "As I've said before, it was an accident!"

"I'm used to it," I said, lying down on the bed. "But, I still hate it,"

Taehyung walked closer to Jimin, because Jimin had something to say to him. He whispered, but we couldn't hear him.

Taehyung chuckled, "Seokjin?" He helped Jimin to stand up, "I think you shouldn't lay down on that part of your bed, you know?"

"Why?" I asked, still lying down on the bed. "I'm tired, so let me die in peace,"

"Actually," Taehyung said, pushing Jimin towards the bedroom door, wanting him to leave the bedroom. "You're dying on the place where Jimin has peed,"

I quickly jumped out of the bed, seeing Taehyung running downstairs as he was holding Jimin's hands.

I looked at Namjoon like a lost puppy, "Do I smell too bad?"

Namjoon nodded, "Like shit,"

I was about to cry because of the bad things that kept happening to me. I've never hated my life like this before. Guess what? Because of these 6 dudes, I'm starting to hate myself, too.

Namjoon and I could hear a lot of noise as we were upstairs. Where do they get all this energy from? Can't they just sit down somewhere, trying to talk like normal people? Why do they have to be like this? Why do they act like kids?

"Let's see what they're doing," I said, shaking my head. "Even though I know I'm going to regret this,"

"Give them a chance," Namjoon said, and I shrugged.