Prize of the Gang War - a BTS fan fiction

Let's Play A Little Game...

Taehyung, once again, enters my room banging pans together in order to wake me.
Yelling so loud I'm sure the boys downstairs can hear him.

"It's time to start the day! You have some teaching to do, Y/n and we wanna be spitting verces in English like Namjoon hyung!"
I groan as he drops the pots and pans before jumping onto my bed, spooning me again.

I swear this kid is gonna break my cooking utensils one day and he will be paying for all of it out of his own god damned pocket!

"Hey, Y/n?" his voice is all of a sudden soft with a slightly concerned undertone. "Do you know why Jimin is upset? He's been kind of distant since his shift at your work place."

I think back to what happened, how close Jimin leaned into me.
What would've happened if I didn't turn my head? Would he have kissed me..?

I turn around to face Taehyung.
"I honestly have no idea..."

It's not a lie, I really don't know.
V nods before getting up and leaving my room, popping his head around the door frame for one last comment.
"Can we have French toast? With berries?"

He sounds so excited that I have to nod. He leaves, running down the hallway chanting 'we're gonna eat some French toast' happily.

I quickly get dressed into my black skater skirt and a crop sweater that has clouds on it. Simple, but it's not like I'm going anywhere.
Today is just about helping the boys with their English.

I exit my room and Taehyung already prepared all the necessary ingredients and is jamming along to the music I put on.
I laugh at his cute shenanigans, starting to make the French toast.

He starts pulling faces on every beat and at first I think it's just funny, but it's a fast song, so the fact that he is able to keep pulling up new facial expressions is very impressive.

Once I'm finished we sit down to eat and I feel his whole fun-loving demeanour change, effecting the whole room.
"Jimin tried to kiss you didn't he?"

The fork that was lifting to my mouth fell to the floor with a crash in shock.
I look over to him, eyes wide, but he's not even looking at me, he's just staring at his plate. Blank face.

"H-how do you know that..?" I say, cursing myself for stuttering as well as dropping the fork. Now I can't escape it.

"You rejected him didn't you? He's only acted like this once before, when a girl he really liked broke up with him.." his voice is deep, as if he's thinking.

I get down from my seat to pick up my fork, not really knowing what else to do or what else to stay.
When I get up to sit back down he had already gotten up, putting both of his hands on each side of me, gripping onto the island so hard his knuckles turn white.
Fuck, I'm dead...

He looks at me, danger and jealousy in his eyes, resembling fire. When he speaks, his voice is somehow deeper than before.
"Don't give yourself to him. Give us a chance to show you how we would treat you, a chance to show you how our individual love works."

He leans in and I close my eyes, turning my head like I did with Jimin, but he winds up whispering in my ear.
"I hope you will choose me, Baby Girl~ I know I would treat you right..."

He pulls away from me, looking down at me with a blank face before we hear a knock on the door.
His attitude changes drastically once more, reverting back to a bouncy baby boy.
"That's some amazing timing! I bet it's Namjoon hyung!"

He bounds his way to the door, but when he opens it it's Jungkook standing there in dark jeans and a black hoodie that is rolled up at the sleeves.
Damn, what the fuck is going on? First Yoongi and Hoseok, then Jimin and now Taehyung? I'm so confused... What do people do in these situations?