House of Bangtan

Rice Ball

Hello again, Lovelies!

Namjoon's POV:

"Oh, welcome home." I say cheerfully to Jungkook as he walks through the door, however, all I receive is a chilling glare and deafening silence. I wait until he's finished stomping all the way upstairs before I mutter to myself. "Hi, Namjoon, it's good to be home." I sigh. "Is that too much to ask?"

Jungkook's POV:

I strip out of my uniform and put on my regular clothes as fast I as can before I jump onto the roof, laying down flat on my back with my hands behind my head. When Namjoon greeted me earlier I...I just couldn't speak. I can't stop thinking about Jimin! A-And I don't know why, and that just makes me more mad! My mind keep flashing back to the things he used to say to me. 

"I've always liked the rabbit from the Zodiac." He had said to me that night in the woods, staring right at me. "Right straight!" He shouted when Yu Na had come to visit...we sat up on the roof for hours. I sigh deeply, letting my face fall. 

Taehyung's POV:

After changing from my uniform, the only place I wanted to be was my secret base. When I arrive, my hands full of strawberry plants, I can't help but set them down and just stare at them. I...I wanted to plant them for him. 

"Really? I can't wait. I love strawberries!" He chimed at me when I first told him. Suddenly my mind wonders to when he said that one thing. The one statement that set him apart from everyone and anyone else I've ever known. "You can erase my  memory, but afterwards, promise you'll still be my friend?"  I close  my eyes and sigh, feeling lonelier than ever.

Jimin's POV:

I walk in through the front door, noticing that the whole family is gathered in the dinning room, my aunt and her husband with papers in their hands and serious expressions on each of their faces. However, I can't see grandpa anywhere. 

"Oh, hello. I'm back for the day." I greet them all with a smile. 

"Jimin, could you spare a moment." My aunt says with a serious tone. 

"S-Sure." I answer weakly. 

"It's my understanding that you've been living in a house with three men. Is that right?" She asks, her voice cold and full of judgment. 

"NO WAY! You were shacked up?!" My cousin asks, his eyes wide. "Nice going..." He mumbles to himself. 

"I had a detective agency do some checking up on you." My aunt continues to explain. 

"Yeah?" My cousin says, looking at his mom. "No kidding? So those things still exist nowadays?" 

 "I don't understand why-" I begin but I'm cut off. 

"On account of our oldest son, it's his dream to become a policeman. So you can see how it might cause a problem for him if anyone in his family were to have a criminal record." She spits at me. Her husband chuckles at her words. "At first I did think hiring a detective agency seemed a bit extreme, until I remembered how while your mother used to be in her youth. Like mother, like son...or so I feared. Now, as long as you're living in this house, I have to ask you not to do anything so reckless in the future."

Suddenly her husband stands up. "Tell us Jimin, living in a house with three guys, I'll bet you had all sorts of fun didn't you?" 

I'm so offended I can't open my mouth, I can't look at any of them. Suddenly a loud slap sounds through the dinning room, making me look up quickly. My grandfather stands in front of my aunt's husband, his hand outstretched, and a bright red mark across her husband's cheek.