Real Family

Mixed Relationships

When the aroma of spicy ramen first hit my nose, my mouth immediately started to drool, and I couldn't help but grab at the plastic cup and metal fork that Tae handed me, and after a few minutes of awkwardly shoving my face full of noodles while the boys watched they brought up the idea of a house tour.

"Can I bring my ramen with me?"

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They brought me towards the entrance of the building, an open space that separated into two parts, a dining area and another room full of couches and a coffee table. "That's the dining room that we never use. I think I've eaten in it once when we all celebrated an early Thanksgiving with each other." Some of the boys chuckled at Namjoons words while I contently ate my food. "That's just another chill place to hang out." He led me back towards the kitchen area where I had been given my ramen, turning to the left. The next room had high roofs, several couches scattering the surface that corresponded to the modern, white, black and grey theme. A large tv was attached to the wall, fireplace to its right. A modern chandelier hung from the ceiling. A black 3D shaped figure connected to cylinder glass light bulbs pointing upwards. J-hope then plopped down on one of the couches, "all of us have our own rooms down that hallway excluding me and Jimin who share a room." He pointed towards another open hallway, and that's when I took notice of the missing boys. I hadn't seen Jimin or Yoongi since we had gotten out of the car. "Except for Jungkook whos upstairs across from you, as well as the washer/dryers and closest for sheets and blankets." Just as he finished speaking one of the doors down the hallway was thrown open then slammed shut. My feet left the ground in a jump, and I bit my lip to stop the whimper that was ready to escape. "Suga, come join us were just finishing up the house tour with Mia," Jungkook spoke up taking a seat next to Hoseok on the couch. Grumbling was heard from the hallway before Yoongi entered, "honestly can I never get any peace and quiet in this house."

Probably not since he lived with six other boys, and now a teenage girl. He glared as he spoke and I couldn't help but feel as if his words were directed at me. I shakily tried to break the ice, knowing we had not exactly gotten off on the right foot.

"So is Suga one of your nicknames?"

"You don't get to call me that." He shot back almost instantly causing my whole body to stiffen at the poison in his tone.

"Yoongi what the fuck? She hasn't even been here for twenty-four hours, and you're already starting this." I looked over wide-eyed at Namjoon surprised he would stick up for me but also worried that I was already causing the group to fight. "Namjoon, stop pretending, we can all see through it. None of us want her-" The cup of ramen in my hand suddenly cracked from the way my grip increased on the fragile cup. A crack splits down the middle of the plastic. The boys went quiet, all turning to look at me. "I should um, go. Sorry, I guess." There was so much to be sorry for that I didn't know what I was apologizing for. The broken cup, not putting up a bigger fight at the foster home, or how I let a part of me think living with them could work. I swiftly left the room, being careful with the cup so that none of the juice would flow out. Thankfully I had eaten most of it, so there wasn't much left to make a mess. After throwing the cup in the trash, I ran up the stairs, softly shutting the door to my room and sliding down the frame.

To say I was on edge that night may have been an understatement. Night time was always worst in the past homes, one minute my foster parents would be telling me how happy they are to have me living with them, and the next they would burst through the door grabbing at my wrist and choking me so my scream wouldn't wake the neighbors. Some of them tried the moment I walked into their house, banging my head against the wall and demanding me to look at them. They all became so angry so quickly, whether or not they acted like it in public, and I remember one couple who came to the foster system when I was twelve. They were so friendly and made me smile, they seemed so curious in me, and only me. It might sound selfish but, I loved the attention. Living in foster care with a handful of other kids we were rarely talked to as real people rather than just a problem on a spreadsheet, with them I felt like a normal teenage girl. But as soon as I went home and saw the scattered beer bottles on the floor and the power-crazed look in both of their eyes, I knew it wasn't going to end well.

I sat up quickly from the bed. I couldn't let myself fall asleep when I was under a roof with seven boys. I rubbed my eyes just as they started to droop shut. Thinking water would help my tiredness I tiptoed out of the room in my black sweatpants and black and white foster care t-shirt. Walking down the stairs, and into the kitchen, I went to open one of the cabinets only to find that I couldn't reach the cups. Standing up on my tiptoes didn't help either, and I tempted crawling on to the expensive looking counters just as a voice shocked me out of my thoughts.

"Need some help?" Gasping I whipped my head around, scurrying back from the counter at the male voice, "Oops, I didn't mean to scare you." Jungkook held his hands up as if to show he wasn't a threat then easily opened up the countertop causing a pout to form on my face. He pulled out a glass cup, chuckling at my reaction, then filling it with ice water. He walked over to hand it to me and I slightly flinched as he held it up. "Thanks" I mumbled, grabbing the cup from his hands, looking down I noticed his black sweatpants and grey t-shirt as well as his messy hair.

"Sorry if I woke you up," he shook his head, "actually I was wondering if you wanted to play overwatch with me." I tilted my head at him, raising an eyebrow questionably. "What's overwatch?" He gasped then grabbed my wrist that wasn't holding a cup and dragged me to the living room area. He jumped on the couch in front of the tv, and I cautiously joined him. He grabbed a controller and then handed one to me, explaining that Overwatch was a shooting video game. After showing me how to play we were both aggressively tapping buttons, giving each other high fives, and cheering when we won different sections. All until Jungkook fell asleep around 2 AM.

His snores startled me out of my wide-eyed, finger slamming, aggressively staring at the Tv, state. I got up from my position on the couch, turned off the Tv and the game console then climbed back up the stairs towards my room. 

After closing the door my eyes immediately drifted to the warm and comforting looking bed. But a nagging part of my brain told me not to trust them, and a part of me knew I wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.