Devil Contract ✓

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❝Scared Boys❞

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AS IF THE WORLD HAS REVERSED, I WATCHED IN horror as Jungkook came out of his room, wearing that purple t-shirt and shorts. He glanced up at me, I tried not to laugh and shook my head at him, he sighed loudly after like the nineteenth reject from me, walking back.

Since hearing the complaint from me about his clothing style, he's decided to wear whatever I'll choose to meet his friends. "Why do you only have those ridiculous clothes?" I asked, shaking my head in ridiculousness.

"Why don't you come and tell?" He yelled back, obviously becoming annoyed. "Really?" I asked, feeling amused that he isn't growling at me to stay away from his room, he hummed as a yes, and I instantly jumped to his room, peeking inside.

"Oh—" I paused when seeing the mess, I expected his room to be like a royal palace or something, but it was nothing but a dumpster. "Disgusting." The words rolled off of my tongue, making him look back. "What even is this?" I asked, pointing at the black thing, "Underwear." He stated, a face as black as he could give.

I shot my head at him, "So, this, this, this, and this are...your underwears?" I asked, shocked. He nodded, not feeling embarrassed at all. I almost yelled, "You-this-it's so disgusting." I cried.

"Oh please, don't act like you've never seen underwears." He snorted, opening his wardrobe further, "So, what should I wear?" Forcing my brain out of the underwears, I looked over at his wardrobe.

"This." I pathetically pointed at a blue shirt, "This?" He asked, not looking please as he took it out, I nodded, "It looks...human." I said, pressing my lips in a thin line as I watched his black face. "Fine." He nodded, shrugging as he quickly put it on.

"Wait—why're you stripping in front of me!?"

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Now, standing in front of the man's door, I internally screamed when seeing the six faces pop out, holding my breath in, I smiled, moving just slightly away from Jungkook. "Hello." One of them cooed, I had absolutely forgotten their names in these days.

I waved back awkwardly, "I suppose you've forgotten us. So, I'm jin." One of them spoke, finally completely coming out. "This is Hoseok, Jimin, Yoongi, Taehyung, and Namjoon." My head spinned as I watched the six men, nodding.

"I'm pleased to see you again." He then moved his hand for a handshake. I grinned and nodded, my hand slipping into his, "Should we go in?" Jungkook awkwardly stepped in between us, abruptly blocking my view.

"Alright, Hulk." SeokJin snapped, grinning at me as he moved forward. "What're you doing?" I scolded Jungkook, frowning at his lack of friendliness. "What?" He mocked, scoffing.

"You're actually...not bad." Taehyung said while tilting his head, Hoseok gasped and hit his chest, Namjoon nervously laughed, putting a hand over my shoulder, I stiffened, feeling even more awkward. "Um." He tapped his fingers against my shoulder, not understanding why he actually held me in the first place.

"Do you like nachos?" He asked awkwardly, pulling me inside as he glanced around the apartment. "Yeah." I replied with a quick nod, "Oh? You do?" He asked, grinning as he moved his hand away from my shoulder, tugging at his shirt, he put his hand inside his shirt and pulled out a packet of nachos. With an open mouth, I looked at him in shock, "Y-You had that inside your shirt all this time?" I asked, he nodded.

"Yeah. I needed to save it before anyone else ate it." He shrugged, giving it to me. Trying not to think about he just pulled out a huge packet of nachos from his shirt, I took it from his hands, flashing the most awkward smile I could.

"Damn. Your husband is already eating." Namjoon tried not to snort as he watched Jungkook behind me. Raising a brow, I turned to where he actually way, pressing my lips in a thin line when seeing he was heartily enjoying the pizza. Namjoon laughed, "Don't worry. I'll take care of you while you're here." He said, making me nod.

"Can I call you noona?" Taehyung piped, looking at me with wide eyes. "Noona? Am I one?" I asked, he waited for a second, "Are you younger than Jungkook?" He whispered in my ear. I stared into air in confusion, "I don't know." I whispered back, "Then I'll call you noona." He grinned, I waited for a second, before nodding.

"Noona?" Hoseok asked, "You aren't a noona—" I quickly shook my head, "It's fine if he calls me noona."

"Damn, look at kids f*cking fighting over being called noona." Yoongi snorted from his seat, not caring at all as he rested his hand on the table with his head hanging low over it.

Jungkook looked up, confused. "Huh?" He asked, "Nothing kid, go back to eating." With the whole apartment in chaos, Jimin sat in his room.

"Should I wear this?" He asked SeokJin, who instantly choked on his drink seeing the lace top, a really deep neck. "Firstly, did you borrow that from a woman? Secondly, you aren't going to seduce Jungkook's f*cking wife." He said, shaking his head.

Jimin whined. "I thought that I could." SeokJin sighed deeply, "Jimin. She's married, fu*king married. So you get your single a*s somwhere else and get mingled, alright?"