Prize of the Gang War - a BTS fan fiction

Brothers

I sit at the dinner table next to Jimin and Taehyung on my right and my left.
We sit down before anyone else, the boys pulling out the chair for me and pushing it back again.
Jungkook follows suit sitting facing Taehyung.

Namjoon and Hoseok aren't so far behind, laughing about a joke Hoseok made and I swear I'm nearly blinded by Hoseok's beauty.
Here is a man who could riviel the sun if he wanted to, just by smiling. Radiant...

Namjoon sits at the head of the table, next to Jimin and Hoseok sits to his left on the other side of the table, facing Jimin.

Jin comes in next and places a large hot-pot on the table and lifts the lid to reveal a feast. It would have to be, if it's able to feed eight people.

After Jin sits down at the other head of the table, Yoongi, the last man standing and the second chef comes in and takes a seat next to Hoseok and Jungkook so he is facing me.

I don't recognise him straight away, but when I do I remember him as 'the-man-who-was-at-Walmart-with-Taehyng-that-one-time'.
When he looks up at me I smile at him. Suga must be a nickname, I wonder how he got it?

He says nothing and keeps a firm poker face on, but I can tell he's thinking, it's behind his eyes.
What he's thinking I don't know, but I'm not to sure if I'll like it.
We thank Jin and Yoongi for the food and serve ourselves.

The food is incredible and I'm instantly thankful that I'm not at home eating ramen noodles again.
The conversation starts up right away and I listen in.

Namjoon seems to be the only one fluent in English and Jungkook is the youngest of them all.
Hoseok loves dancing and Jimin used to do ballet.
Jin tells really funny dad jokes and Taehyung likes to collect ties -he doesn't ware them though.

Yoongi stays silent and nobody disturbs him, he just continues eating.
Just when I'm wondering if I did something wrong or if he has anxiety - no shame if he does - I hear Namjoon say my name.

"So, Y/n," he says in the way that your first date asks what music you like.
He is speaking in English.
"When did you learn to speak Korean? And would you mind helping out the boys every once in a while? I'll pay you~"

I smile and look down, everyone is looking at me now and I'm getting embarrassed.
The spotlight isn't really my thing.

I continue to speak in Korean for the boys sake.
"I started learning Korean when I was seven, which is also when I learn Japanese, Indonesian and French. I've been learning Italian since birth because it's my mums first language and my grandfathers only language..."

His eyebrows raise and everyone starts murmuring about how smart I am.
I inch back in my chair.
Too much, too soon.
When I look up I look right into Yoongi's eyes and I wish I hadn't.
He looks at me like an intruder and, for the first time this night, I feel like one too.

I have a nasty habit of thinking I don't deserve happiness and when I look around at the boys; so kind to invite me into their home and feed me, to help me in the store, talk to me on the street and help me up after knocking me over accidentaly.
Even protecting my eyes from public indecency.

I get the sense that these boys have a secret, but every family does.
And that's just what they are; a family.
As Namjoon starts asking the boys how their linguistic studies are going, I look down to my food, a different kind of silent, the type of silent that affects the atmosphere.

Hoseok and Taehyung are the first to notice, they must be, because the same time Taehyung touches my arm, Hoseok asks me what's wrong.
They share a glance that might just be a full conversation but I'm not really watching.
All eyes are on me again, including Yoongi's.