Dreamer | Jung Hoseok [Discontinued]

Fourteen

"She's probably thinking why everyone here is so attractive, but she'll fall on her knees once she sees me."

I hear a unknown -rather cocky- voice coming from the corner, but only me and Hoseok looked.

A dark green chair rotated from the wall to our direction, showing another guy who looked like he just woke up from a deep sleep with some sort of weird -but cool at the same time- hairstyle. Curly on one side and normal on the other. He was wearing black and white striped shirt, black pants and shoes.

He sat there, his legs crossed with his arms resting on the arm rests and staring at us blankly.

Just the way he made his first impression on me, I knew I won't nor want to be close to this guy because just the tone of his voice sent chills down my spine.

First of all, I got scared because he just came out of nowhere and all this time I didn't even notice his presence.

Second, why would he say that to a girl he never met before? I'll never be able to read the minds of men.

"Nice try, random stranger but you got it wrong." I said, sternly to which he raised an eyebrow.

"Then what were you thinking of?" He asked.

"Why the hell do you wanna kno-"

"Hyung!" Hoseok interrupted, clapping his hands. "Why don't we...introduce each other!?"

The guy scoffed and got off his chair and stopped right infront of me as I placed my hands on my hips.

I must say, this guy has some sort of swag to him, but that's what is frightening me.

The aura he's giving off his kind of intimidating and it would be a complete lie if I said I wasn't shook by it.

Even though I'm putting of a straight, fearless and tough mask on, inside I feel like running away and hiding behind a chair, shaking.

We just stared at each, shooting daggers to each other through our eyes, the air thickening around us.

"So, this is-"

"Sua." I interrupted Hoseok this time.

"I know," The guy said. My hands formed fists because of how arrogant behavior. "Hoseok's friend, I heard."

" Right. I'm guessing you're..." What's his name. What's his name. "Joongi?"

Soft, muffled giggles could be heard from all around the room, especially Hoseok who almost fell to the ground laughing. And Jungkook, who actually did fall to the ground, laughing, dragging Jimin with him.

Even the cameraman, who was setting up the tripod, hid his face and giggled.

"Seriously?" Joongi -or whatever his name is- said, his expression full of disbelief.

"Call him lil meow meow!" Jin shouted, trying stand up but falling back and holding his stomach, not being able to stop his ongoing laughter.

"Lil meow meow?" I smiled at him, amused by the terrible situation he's in, even though I created it.

"Yoongi, for God's sake. Yoongi." He said, sternly.

"Oh, ehe whoops, my bad Yoongi." I scratched the back of my neck, laughing along. Everyone else kept laughing as if they had no limit.

"Shut up you idiots!" Yoongi shout echoed and the room turned dead silent.

"Noona, how come you knew who Joongi hyung was and not us?" Taehyung -who popped right beside me out of thin air- asked with an innocent pout.