ROOMMATES BTS x Yoongi

Chapter 1

Working at a local cafe doesn't pay much. That means not being able to have an apartment by yourself. That right there explains why I'm in an apartment with someone I don't know.

    "Hey, I'm Jimin. You'll be the only one with a room to themselves since y'know.." The faded purple haired guy trails off. I nod, understanding.

"I would've been fine sharing." I reason. "But what do you mean 'only one'? Isn't it just us too?"

"You didn't see?" Jimin's eye brows furrow in confusion. "There are 6 other people living in this apartment. It said right in the add." My eyes go wide.

"6 other people?!" Jimin nods in confirmation. "Okay, that's fine. More the merrier right. Right?"

"Hey calm down. It's okay, they're all really sweet. I promise." Jimin reassures.
"Yeah, yeah. It's all okay. It will be alright." I mumble to myself. The front door being open is heard in the one bed filled room.

"Jimin-ah we're home!" A chirpy voice calls out.

"Time to meet Taehyung and Hoseok-Hyung!" Jimin exclaims and drags me out to the living room.

"Is this our new roommate?" A deep voice questions.
"Uh..yeah. I am Min Yoongi." I introduce. "You're new roommate."
   "I'm Hoseok!" The chirpy one jumps. I go in for a handshake but instead get pulled into a hug.
"Hoseok-Hyung!" Jimin pries him off me. "Sorry about him. He all about skinship." I just smile.
"I'm Taehyung but you can call be da-" Jimin slaps his hands over Taehyung mouth.
"Heh....Taehyung..how about you...oh I don't know. SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PERVERTED ASS!" I stifle a laugh. Hoseok doesn't care and is hunching over dying. Taehyung is shooketh.
   "Moving on from that...attack on Taehyung. So how old are you Yoongi?" Hoseok asks looking at me.
    "Umm I'm 20." I respond.
  "Ooooooo you're the youngest." Jimin smirks.
     "Shut up Jimin." I roll my eyes.
   "That's Jimin-Hyung to you." He sasses. I sigh. This is going to be fun.
  "Well now that we cleared that up. Do you want some help unpacking." Taehyung offers.
   I shake my head, "I don't have that much. Only a few boxes."
  "Alright then. The others will be back soon. Just come get one of us if you need anything." I nod and walk back to my new room. Grabbing the box labeled "Little Items" I dump all of the objects in the very bottom drawer of my nightstand. I sigh doing so but reluctantly shut the drawer and continue my work.

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    Piling all the empty boxes in a corner, I conclude that I finally finished unpacking after 15 minutes of hard work.
   "WHO WAS IN MY KITCHEN???!!!" I voice rings out. "NAMJOON I SWEAR IF IT WAS YOU!!"
    "JIN-HYUNG I WAS WITH YOU THE WHOLE TIME!" Another voice screams.
  "JEON JUNGKOOK!!!!"
"SORRY GOTTA ZAYN!" An unfamiliar person runs into my room and slams the door closed. "Hide me please stranger!" I shrug and point to my closet. "Thank you so much." I lay on my navy blue sheets that cover my bed.
   "WHERE ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!" Another unknown person barges in my room. He gives me a questioning look and I point to my closet. He shows an evil smirk and creeps over there. "Ohhhh Jungkookie. Where are you honey?" He sings. "GOTCHA BITCH" Mr. Stranger screams, yanking open my very organized closet, only to reveal a terrified man hiding. "NOW WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN?!"
    "IT WAS TAEHYUNG!! I WAS ALSO WITH YOU ALL DAY!" The poor boy reasons.
"Then why'd you run?"
"Hun, you are the literal devil when you're bad. I was scared out of my mind."
    "Makes since."

I look up to see Jimin standing in my doorway.
"All really sweet, huh?"

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