Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Am I Wrong

I hear them but they have to be yards away yet close enough for me to realize that I'm not alone. My eyelids feel like lead but I force them open. When I try to sit up, I find that my neck and shoulder are sore as if I fell asleep in an awkward position. Still weary and my eyes clouded with sleep, I try to rotate my head to work out the stiffness. That's when I remember where I am. And what woke me up in the first place.

I gasp aloud as I look up and find seven beautiful boys staring back at me by the entrance of my bedroom, looking just as startled, maybe even a little amused. I'm still half disoriented, half stunned. When did they get here? And how long have they been watching me sleep?

"Sorry!" Namjoon quickly apologizes, his palms up to show no signs of intended offense. "Your door was open and we were wondering if we should close it or leave it alone and I guess we were too loud."

Taehyung points at Jin who then points at Jimin. Jimin scoffs but then hits Jungkook.

I wipe the weariness from my eyes and plaster on a sleepy smile. "It's ok. I must have dozed off...jet lag. I'm still on West Coast time."

"Yeah, sorry. Did you eat? Do you want to sleep more? You should rest." The way Namjoon sounds so concerned is endearing. I can't help but feel warm inside.

I shake my head. "I'm ok."

"Are you hurt?" Jimin asks, pointing. Hoseok's eyes go wide and he prattles off something in Korean. Just by his tone, he seems upset.

I look down at my arm to spy the small bandage wrapped around my elbow. They're so cute to be worried about me.

"No. I saw a doctor today."

"Are you sick?" Hoseok looks even more troubled.

"No. Just a check-up," I reassure them. "Seriously, I'm good. I'm healthy."

They all seem to collectively sigh. I'd assume being sick is a pretty big deal for them and they don't need me putting them at risk with my germs. Dr. Lee left me with some vitamin packs and informed me that she'd send a supply over. I'll have to get on that asap.

"What time is it?" I ask, stifling a yawn.

"About eight," Namjoon answers, looking down at his watch. That's when I notice that they're all very well dressed and groomed. And damn, they look good.

"Oh wow. I slept longer than I thought. Do you guys have a special event to go to?"

"We just had an interview," Jin answers, surprising me. Outside of Namjoon, they all speak very intentionally. I'm not worried about the language barrier, but I hope they're not too frustrated by it.

"Oh great! How did it go?"

"Good," Jin nods.

I nod back. Then an awkward silence falls around the room. Not only do I have seven incredibly handsome men standing at my bedroom doorway, but I just woke up. My hair is probably a mess and I don't want to even think about my makeup. This is not how I envisioned our first encounter as housemates.

"So..." Namjoon begins, filling the empty silence.

"So..." I mimic.

"You're here."

"I'm here."

He smiles. I smile. A couple of the guys shuffle their feet and look down to hide their grins. Taehyung clasps his hands in front of him with excitement. Hoseok makes little finger guns to point at me.

"Is everything ok? Do you like the room? Do you need anything?" Namjoon is truly a leader, always ready to make sure everyone is taken care of. Funny. I thought I was here to take care of them, in a sense.