A World of our Own | K.TH *COMPLETED*

Childish

"Hyung! Come here and take a look at this!"

"Oh my— take a picture, take a picture! We need evidence— and something to threaten him with."

"Okay, okay. Let me just get the camera lighting right...."

Click! Snap!

The sharp sound cuts through the air, waking me completely up from my half-dazed condition. When my eyes flutter open, I see two figure standing right in front of me.

My voice comes out slurred and sleepy as I mutter. "Jimin? Jin— is that you?"

"Run!"

But by then, I've caught on what they were exactly doing in my room. My face flushes with heat as I jump out of bed and rush out of the room after the giggling two.

"Hey!"

In all my rush to get to them, I don't notice the most important thing sprawled across the living room floor. And the moment I step on his hand, all hell breaks loose.

"What in the world are you doing so early?!" Suga's eyes snap open, his voice thick with annoyance and exasperation. At the sight, I immediately take my foot off of his hand, truly and undoubtedly afraid for my life.

On the other side, I can hear Jin and Jimin laughing and manage to shoot a deadly glance at them. When Suga shakes out his hand, I point at the two with a smile of my own.

"They made me step on your hand."

Jimin's eyes grow wide at my claim— even though it's a lie, it is true that they did cause me to run out here without looking. And in result, made me step on his hand. Gawking at me numbly, the two stands like still statues as Yoongi growls lowly.

"You know how freaking hard it was to fall asleep last night?!"

Even though one of them is older than the said person, he forgets to point that out as the green-haired man approaches the two of them with a particularly stiff pillow in his hand.

Swallowing, I turn my back as the same scene runs through my mind from last night— Hoseok begging for mercy as Yoongi shut him up with a pillow.

Then all of a sudden, Jungkook fills my sight.

"Good morning, noona."

"Jungkook-ah!" Looking back nervously at Suga, I exclaim in a pleasant surprise. Jungkook was really the only normal person in this house— along with Namjoon. "Did you sleep well?"

I can feel my face fall with worry and concern as his own darkens. But his face forcefully twists into a smile for show as he nods quickly, the pain all but still flickering in his features.

I try to be as gentle and sympathetic as possible as I lay a hand of consolation on his arm. "You don't have to pretend, Jungkook. It's okay— it's not something you should have to hide. It's not something you should be ashamed of."

"It's fine, noona." He says nonchalantly, his face now arranged into a perfect mask of the truth. "It wasn't that bad, anyways."

But then a terrified scream rings from behind me and I flinch, clearly recognizing the tone as that of Jimin's. There was no doubt that the two were getting pounded— and that was something that innocent Jungkook shouldn't be looking at.

"Come on," I turn him around and push him to the corner as I try to avoid stepping on anyone else. A few people were still sleeping— and I knew that even bright and happy Hoseok would get furious if I stepped him awake.