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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6: ᴅᴏʀᴍ ᴠɪsɪᴛs

(Y/n)'s pov

Sighing for the nth time today, I groaned as I continued to stare at the same article from before. Only for my fingers to let go of my phone making it drop on my face.

Hurts like a bitch! Specially when it hits the nose!

Taking it as a sign to stop staring at the same thing, I stood up, now going to the kitchen. I hate that I hate our day-off. I've got nothing to do. Our schedule's free till next week.

"Why are you moping?" I heard Jin-hyung asked behind the kitchen counter.

"I'm not."

"You are! You're doing that weird face and you're slouching, huffing every step you take!" He argued, I don't do faces!

"I'm not! I always look like this, should I be offended?"

"What's happening?" Namjoon questioned, now entering the room.

"He's moping."

"I'm not moping!"

"Okay! So why are you mopi—" He stopped as he met my gaze. "Er—sorry, why are you like... like that?"

"I'm bored." I flat out replied, huffing as I sat down one of the bar stools. "And hungry, and craving for Ice Cream."

Not to bad mouth my members, but only Jin-hyung could cook! Well, Yoongi-hyung too but he mostly sleeps all the time. Namjoon-hyung breaks things and Jungkook would probably just make ramyeon. I wouldn't say I'm good at it too.

"You could go out?" He suggested, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. That's how we survive, cereal and ramyeon.

"That could work, I need to buy stuff too." I nodded, liking the idea. Somehow, once my clothes goes to laundry it never returns. It mostly goes to Taehyung's closet. "I'm taking V. He needs to stop stealing my clothes."

"Take all of them, please" The eldest pleaded, pertaining to the maknaes.

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How did Taehyung and I spend two hours rummaging through the Gucci store? I don't fucking know!

Some of Gucci's design are weird, but if you could pull it off it looks really good and iconic. Plus, I love their tiger stuff. A bit pricey, but hey, perks of being an Idol!

"Should I buy this?" V asked, holding up a powder blue button up with their signature snake embroidered on the collars. It looked good. "I'm gonna buy this."

"Only if you let me borrow it." I teased, having enough of the things I bought. I probably exceeded the amount that I'm supposed to spend. "Have you seen my jacket?"

"Which one?"

"That denim one with roses?" Elaborating the article of clothing, I sighed as I watched him look at me in confusion. "Gucci's Denim with L'Aveugle Par Amour embroidered at the back."

"Oh, yeah!" He exclaimed, "it's in my cabinet, sorry! Forgot to return it."

I love and hate our mutual taste in fashion.

After spending more money that we intend to in one store, we decided that it was a good time for my cravings to be indulged. Ice cream!

We spotted a good-looking ice cream parlor not far from here. Queuing in line, I browsed through the variety of flavors, deciding to get cookies and cream instead of my usual mint chocolate-chip.

What caught my attention was the conversation of the cashier and the woman who's buying, two people from where we're standing.

"I'm sorry ma'am but we don't have Milk Ice cream." I heard the cashier say. "But we do have Vanilla, I'm sure it tastes the same?"