8th Member [M.RxJK]

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"No, I want you to give me a shoulder massage as I play video games." He responded, placing his headphones over his ears.

I sighed in frustration as I walked behind the doofus, staring at his screen. "I didn't know you play League of Legends," I mumbled, leaning down closer to see. "Yeah well, you never told me you're such a cry baby." He snickered. "I'm not a crybaby!" I huffed, placing my hands on his well-sculpted shoulders. "Oh yeah? Tell your tear stained cheeks that."

I stayed silent, not in the mood to argue with him. All I wanted to do was go back into my room and relax. I began gently massaging his shoulders, sometimes moving a little down to his back while he began to play. After a while he piped up, "So how come you were crying with Hobi? Not that I care or anything." A small smile spread across my lips but quickly disappeared.

"Didn't Jimin tell you?"

He turned around for a brief second to look me in the eye. "Oh, about the mean comments?" He chuckled, turning back around to play the game again. "Who cares? Why are you crying over that, everyone gets them. We learned to ignore them and only see the positive ones because those are the only ones that matter." He spoke with ease, unlike other times when he talked to me.

"You still get threats?" I mumbled. "Huh? Speak up. Also, don't stop massaging." I rolled my eyes at the last comment and continued. "Hey, my legs hurt."

"So? Go get another chair or something."

"Can I just go back to my room?" I asked, walking over to sit on his bed. "No." I watched as he finished a game, quickly turning in his chair to stare at me. "How come?" I asked, watching as he took off his headphones and placed them on his black desk. "Why? So you can go cry some more? Learn to get over it bro, be a man." I frowned in frustration, embarrassed as I felt hot tears running down my cheeks once again.

"Why are you being so mean about the situation? You don't know what it's like because you're always everyone's favourite and you get more positive than negative! You'd understand if you were hated by millions of people." I stopped for a brief second and slowly hugged myself as I felt more tears running down my face. "You don't know what it feels like."

I covered my face with my hands and softly began to sob. I felt so dumb crying in front of this jackass, any minute now he will definitely make fun of me for crying like a baby.

"Oh my gosh." He groaned in annoyance. I felt him sit next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder in a comforting manner. "Uh look. Give it time okay? No need to be a big baby over it, show them you're stronger than this." He rambled. "All you did was say hello and answer questions, it's not like they listened or watch you perform yet right? Once they hear you sing they will change their minds about you."

"How did you know what I did? Were you watching the V-Live?" I tried to joke, wiping the tears off of my cheeks and calming myself down. He stayed silent so I glanced over, seeing him look away. "Oh my god you did! You stalker!" I laughed, pushing him away from me. "Yeah, so what if I did? I was bored and had nothing to do!" He glared at me, a faint pink tinted his cheeks. "Anyways, this was a one-time thing so don't expect me to act nice like this again."

I smirked, nodding my head in agreement. "Yes sir." He walked over to his desk, sitting down once again. "Hey Jungkook-ssi"

"No, don't ever call me that again." He grumbled. "Okay..? Jungkook-Hyung."

"Better."

"Can I join you in the game? I have a few friends and we can make a party!" I smiled excitedly, hoping he would say yes. He glanced over his shoulder and studied me for a second. "Uh, yeah sure."

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I sat back in my chair, mumbling incoherent curses as I saw our team lose. After a few seconds, I heard a door slam and heavy footsteps making their way to my door. There was loud kn- no. Loud pounding on my door, Jungkook wasted no time and opened it without my consent.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS GUY?" He practically screamed, pacing back and forth in my room. "I know right? He basically sat there and watched the enemy destroy our shit!!" I crossed my arms and huffed, sinking deeper into my chair. Jungkook angrily sat on my bed, cursing under his breath.

I secretly smiled to myself. For the past week we've been non stop fighting but tonight we actually are getting along. It was a happy feeling to see him not yelling at me, I kinda wanted to keep it that way.

"I don't wanna play that stupid game anymore it's super late anyways." He grumbled, leaning back into my bed. "Hey, do you know when Jimin gets back?" I asked, slowly spinning around in my chair. "Huh. No, why? You have a crush on Jiminie or something." He glanced over at me and smirked. "Ew what the hell? He's my friend that's gross." I scrunched up my nose and pouted.

"Yeah yeah, that's what Yoongi said but he's definitely not looking at Hoseok In a brotherly way~" He snickered. I rolled my eyes, a little annoyed that he is bringing that stuff up. "What about you, do you like someone in the group? You're awfully close to Taehyung." I grinned, seeing his face turn to disgust at my comment.

"First off, I'm not gay. Secondly, even if I did like men, Taehyung would not be my type." He glanced over at my paintings, studying them as he spoke.

"True, he is way out of your league." I laughed, causing him to sit up and glare at me. "Oh yeah? You think he's in your league or something?"

"No, I'm out of his league." I pouted my lips, resting a hand on my hip in sass, causing him to cringe. I stood up and jokingly began touching my neck and chest. "I'm too hot for any man to handle."

He sat there, staring at me in silence. I began to feel uncomfortable and turned away from him. Lucky, I heard the front door open and loud voices. "Jimin's back!" I smiled, running out of my room to greet them. Yoongi brought me into a hug as soon as he entered, making me slightly confused by the sudden gesture.

"I'm so sorry about what happened." He whispered in my ear, patting my back before letting go. I nodded my head, letting my smile slowly fade. I turned and walked over to Jimin who leaned against the counter of the kitchen. "What took you so long?" I asked, leaning next to him. "You know, casual stuff. We stopped by Jin's restaurant and had dinner there."

"What?! And you didn't bring anything for us?" I held my hand over my heart and began to fake cry. "I thought we had something special." I fell to my knees and continued to fake cry. "I'm so sorry my love, please forgive me!" Jimin grabbed my hands and began to do the same as me.

"Get a room." Jungkook's voice boomed behind us, a hint of anger spilled out of it. I glanced over my shoulder to see him burning holes straight into Jimin. The entire room felt awkward and people started to excuse themselves. I quickly stood up and glanced at Jimin, seeing as he too was trying to hold in a laugh. After a few seconds Jungkook left, making sure to show us how angry he was by slamming his door.

"What was that about?" I laughed. Jimin shrugged and decided he wanted to head off to bed. We said our good nights and I went into my room, laying down on my bed and staring at the ceiling. Today was a roller coaster of emotions for me and a single man can only take so much.