Jimin x BTS (Book 1)

Chapter 22

I can't believe they're actually here. I thought I could have some sort of break from them, even though I would've missed them, I still want a break. It's crazy when they're added to the mix.

"How did you guys even get here so quickly?" I ask as they pile into Taemin and I's shared room.

"Well it was really boring when you left, so we called in our private jet to take us here." Jin shrugs.

"Jesus fuck." I mumble.

"Hey, I can still understand you." Namjoon rolls his eyes. I stick my tongue out at him before walking over to my suitcase to start unpacking.

"Why are you staying somewhere so... cheap?" Hoseok asks in slight disgust.

"Well, I'm not as rich as you guys are. Yes, my parents are gone, therefore leaving me to inherit their money, but I'm not using it for small things like a hotel room. I'd rather use my own money for this." I shrug, taking my shirts out and piling them next to me.

"This isn't acceptable, we're moving you to a new hotel, a better hotel." Taehyung sighs, already whipping out his phone.

"No." I state firmly, grabbing his phone from his hand. "This is my place, my country, you obey by my rules now. No rich-ness happens while we're here, got it?" I point firmly at each one of them.

"Yes Jimin." They mumble, assumingly surprised. I nod my head in triumph and go back to unpacking. Where the hell is Taemin in all this? I look around the room to see him sleeping on the bed. Of course, he's such a lazy brat.

"So when do we get to meet her?" I hear Taehyung ask. I pause, slowly setting down the pair of jeans I was holding.

"I- I don't know. She needs to spend time with her family for now. Catch up on things she's missed." I shrug, looking at the floor.

"Well aren't you technically family?" Yoongi asks, walking over and crouching next to me.

"I don't know anymore." I sigh. A sudden knock interrupts the tense atmosphere, which I'm silently grateful for. Standing up, I make my way over to the door, opening it and being met with a young girl in a uniform.

"Room service for Taemin?" She asks, grabbing the kart next to her, rolling it in front, showing off the plates of food Taemin ordered.

"Yes, thank you." I smile, grabbing the trays and placing them inside before walking back and paying now, tapping my credit card and sending her off with a gentle wave and smile.

"Hey dork, your food is here." I slap Taemin's butt as I walk past his bed, waking him up. I watch him look up dazed, looking around and seeing the boys. He looks confused before his eyes widen once they land on the shiny metal trays of food he had ordered.

"Why would you order hotel food when we can go out?" Hoseok asks, looking at the food a little disgusted.

"Because it's cheap, good and Canadian." I roll my eyes and take a bite. The boys ended up ordering in chicken to the room from some weird place they found online. They claimed it tasted just like Korean chicken but Taemin and I were already full, so we didn't eat any.

"Look, this room isn't bug enough for all of us, go get your own room." I sigh, setting out my pajamas for the night.

"Its actually a good idea. We cant all sleep in here, let's go." Seokjin speaks up. The boys sigh sadly before standing up and heading to the door.

"See you tomorrow at breakfast." Taehyung smiles before shutting the door, finally leaving Taemin and I alone. I lock the door and let out a long, frustrated sigh.