1 year.
1 girl.
And the 7 men who own her heart.
When she applied for the job, she thought she'd just be teaching in South Korea and getting a fresh start. Little did she know, she'd be signing up to shred her soul into seven little pieces.
Best ra...
I feel like I've repeated that question at least a dozen times over the past week. And like every other time, the guys just shrug and continue digging into their food.
"He's probably at the gym, babe," Namjoon says, kissing the side of my face before putting his plate in the sink. I sip my coffee to hide my pout.
"He didn't come home last night, Joonie," I retort, sounding a little whiny. "I'm worried. What if he isn't eating? Or sleeping well?"
Namjoon places his hands on the counter on either side of me, locking me in. He crouches a bit so that we're eye level. "Jjing-jjingi," he teases, kissing me on the nose. "He's a grown man. He'll find his way home. Besides, it's been nice to be selfish with you."
He stands upright, pressing his front into me, and I immediately suck in my lip to suppress a whimper, the memory of two nights ago instantly distracting me. It's so rare that I get to spend time with Namjoon so when he asked me to stay with him for the night, I was stoked. Well...kinda. We couldn't do much. I was just getting off my period and didn't want to risk it. So being together all night truly proved to be a lesson in restraint. However, we damn near started a fire with all the dry humping.
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The guys head off for the day, some of them going to their studios, some going to meetings, and some working on choreography for the comeback shows. Every day they tell me to come along and every day I tell them I'm alright at home. Honestly, I don't want to see Mimi. I'm not ready to confront her about Namjoon. Even when I stopped in during their music video shoot to bring them snacks and smother them with love in the dressing room, I kept my distance. She seemed to be doing the same.
When they arrive home that evening, there's good and bad news.
The good news? They have a few days off.
The bad news? JK, once again, hasn't come home.
Meaning he could very well spend the next few days God knows where and I won't see him at all, not even at breakfast or on his way to his room.
"That's it. I'm texting him," I grumble, pulling out my phone.
Text message to Jungkook:
Are you coming home tonight?
Ten minutes. Thirty minutes. One hour. Still on Read.
Look, I know you're upset with me for whatever reason, but I'm worried about you. And if me being here makes you uncomfortable, then I can go. Seriously. This is your home. I won't let you avoid it and your members because of me.
Again, on Read.
I've been stewing over the texts so much that I completely space on the movie I was watching with Jin and Taehyung. Luckily, they're both content with me just sitting with them, especially as long as I take turns rubbing their scalps and massaging their shoulders.
