Namjoon should have known it was too good to be true , a huge apartment, in a nice safe area, only 5 minutes away from his new University for only $200 a month?
He got all of that, and also an extra 6 people to live with.
- To be honest, there's n...
I stood still, my eyes focused on my body as I looked in the mirror. My lips were swollen and red, from kissing Seokjin. My neck and chest was a variety of purple, blue and yellow, from the boys. My brown eyes sparkled, my eyelashes long and fluttering. For once, I felt pretty. Normally I felt average, and on bad days I felt horrible. However, I felt pretty. I didn't feel handsome like Seokjin or beautiful like Jimin or sexy like Jungkook, but I felt pretty. I walked to my wardrobe, grabbing the box at the top of my wardrobe. I shut my door, before locking it. I sat on my bed, opening the box before dumping the contents on my bed. In the box were all my cute clothes that I sometimes wore. Skirts, dresses, and more were in it. I pulled out a cute black skater skirt, before putting it on, twirling around as the fabric flowed, my skin feeling the light breeze. I grabbed the pink ripped T-shirt that I had bought when I was shopping with Taehyung and put it on. I had some cute black and pink stripey knee high socks. I turned to look in the mirror and squealed. I hadn't worn a skirt in months and it felt so good. I twirled around, a huge smile on my face as I did so. While I was twirling there was a knock on my door, which made me freeze. I didn't want any of my hyungs to see me like this, what if they didn't like it? They all had my Instagram but they never said anything about my posts, and Jin only spoke to me about the smoking one, making me promise to never smoke again.
"Joonie?" I heard Yoongi Hyungs voice. "Yes?" I asked. "Can I come in?" He asked. I quickly scrambled to my bed, getting out of the clothes. "I'm naked" I blurted out, mentally slapping myself. I heard a chuckle erupt as I threw on the first pair of pants I found which happened to be a pair of pink cargo pants. "I mean, that's okay with me" Yoongi said, and I could somehow tell he was chuckling. I threw the clothes I was wearing back into the basket before throwing it inside my wardrobe, before heading over to unlock the door. Yoongis eyes met mine, before the travelled down, probably roaming my bare chest, and pants. The Yoongi in front of me was different. He was wearing black slacks and fancy black shoes which was fine. However, he was wearing a white turtleneck and over it he had a red leather jacket.
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I gulped, as my eyes looked him up and down, before I was snapped out of it by him talking. "I know I'm kinda good looking but I would like to speak to you baby". I raised an eyebrow at him before letting him into my room. I sat on the window seat as Yoongi walked around my room, his eyes almost searching for something. He sat down on my bed, his eyes focused on me. "Thank you for earlier" I smiled at him and he simply nodded. "Thank you for calling me, I felt special" he said, and I looked up to see him staring at me. "You felt special?" I asked. He nodded. "You called me out of all 6 of us, it feel good to know that you trust me" he explained. "Oh. Well I do trust you, I think I trust all 6 of you guys" I smiled at him. "That's good, we trust you too, we just want to get to know you better" Yoongi said, crossing his arms. "There's not much to know about me hyung" I smiled. Yoongi looked at me deeply, before standing up and walking over to me. He put his index finger under my chin and lifted it so that I was looking up at him. "That's where you're wrong princess" he said, his voice deeper than usual.
