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   "Before we shower, Y/N, I want to tell you something." Jungkook says, propping up on his side.

   "Yes? What is it?" Jungkook's doe eyes drift away from your own, trying to figure out how he should word it. He finally speaks up, "I know we've only met each other for a short amount of time, but my feelings for you are as real as they can be."

   You have got to be kidding me.

   "Wait, what?" Without waiting for another question, Jungkook hits you with, "I love you, Y/N. You are the most gorgeous, most badass woman out there. Fuck everyone else, you're the only one I need."

   Your expression softens, as you giggle.

   Coming close to Jungkook, you smell what is left of his cologne. Your lips meet his, a soft peck. You answer with a quick, "Yes, I agree." Sealing the deal, you get up out bed, and grab Jungkook's sweatshirt, headed toward the bathrooms. "See ya." Jungkook quietly snickers. After you closed the door, Jungkook fists pumps the air.

Waddling towards a bathroom, a huge smile illuminates your face. Locking the door behind you, you strip off the article of clothing and turn the water dial to hot. Getting in the shower, you rinse off your arousal, along with Jungkook's.

Damn I am going to be one sore hoe tomorrow.

Changed into new night wear, you enter back into Jungkook's room, picking up your old clothes. "Goodnight, Jungkook. I wish I could stay but I don't people to be suspicious." You say, slowly opening his bathroom's door. He turns his head and smiles, "It's okay, Y/N. Have a good night, baby." Crossing the hallway and walking into your room, you fall onto your bed and close your eyes.

   Dreaming, you visit a long forgotten memory. A faint outline of a small boy holding hands with you at a bus stop comes into your vision. The boy smiles as his dark hair flutters in the wind. "Bye, Jeon." You giggle, as you let go of his hand.

   You wake up to your left wall shaking from a song's bass. What the hell? You push yourself up and walk out towards your neighbor. You knock on the door. Nothing. You knock again, harder. As soon as you were about to bust down the door, it swings open. Hip hop music trails out into the hallway. "Turn that shit down!" You complain. A silver head nods, "Ah, fine." He grunts, walking over to the stereo, only to turn it up more.

   "Yoongi!" You exclaim, rushing through his room, and turning off the music. "What the fuck was that?" He laughs, "Woah, princess. Watch your profanity." You roll your eyes, "As you should too." Quickly exiting out of Yoongi's room, and stepping up to the kitchen floor's platform, your vagina throbs.

  Shit.

   "Need some medicine?" Namjoon observes, sitting down at the main table. "You looked like you were in pain there for a second." You decide whether you want to expose yourself or not. Feet changing direction, you move towards Namjoon. "Yeah, I was doing some yoga last night. My legs are sore." You fess up, avoiding looking at him.

Namjoon conceals a laugh. "Yoga? I didn't know you had a passion for it," Reaching down, next to his breakfast, he takes out two capsules from a container. "Here, two aspirin." You open your palm, as you down them. "Thanks." Headed back towards the kitchen, Namjoon noticed your neck looked bruised once again. Shaking his head, he continues eating.

Rummaging through the contents of the fridge, you settle on some milk with an assorted fruit bowl. Sitting at the countertop, you watch the fog lift off as the sun moves up in the sky. The yellow light casts down onto the concrete floor. Slippers interrupt your fascination on the level ground. "Good morning!" A cheerful voice says.

Looking up at the sound, Hoseok slams down his laptop on the counter and goes to work. "No rest, huh?" You say, digging at your fruit. Hoseok laughs, and says lowly, "That's exactly what I heard last night," Choking on your milk, he gets up and slaps you on the back. His mouth nears your right ear. "Don't worry about it, I don't spread rumors. After all, Jungkook is my neighbor." He swiftly bends back up and glides toward the kitchen.

What the fuck just happened?

Slowly but surely, all the members arise from their slumbers. Taehyung notices you eating from the counter and his eyes light up.

   He has no idea.

   You smile as he sits next to you, slurping on his food. "So how'd you sleep?" You ask, quickly pulling up your shirt to cover your neck. "I slept great. Though I thought I heard some music being played at one o'clock." You hum in fake wonder. His eyes drift towards your jugular, opening his mouth to speak, but you make up a panicked excuse.

   "I hit my neck when I fell out of my bed. I was also playing music, too." Nodding, Taehyung looks at you carefully, wondering so many questions.

   Walking towards your room to change into day clothes, you choose to wear a light tee and sweatpants. With that, someone knocks on your door. Fingertips grasp the handle as you pull it. "Jimin?" His navy hair lusciously threads through his fingers. "Hey, you have to know something." His worried tone does not sound pleasing. "What is it?" Closing the door, Jimin sits on your bed.

   "It's more of the same. Taehyung and Jungkook drama," You roll your eyes at this remark, "Anyways, since my room is right next to Jungkook's, I heard the stuff that went down last night. Let's just say you guys had a good time." Jimin finishes flustered. You blush, looking for a response, "What is it about this topic you want me to talk about?" Jimin looks up from his sitting position on your bed.

   "Um, well, Taehyung was in my room last night and he was curious about the sounds he picked up on. So he held up his ear next to the door and heard you guys having sex." Your stomach sinks. "What? I talked with Taehyung this morning. He didn't bring it up at all." You state, more confused than guilty.

Jimin pats down a space next to him. You walk over and sit down on your bed with him.

   "I think Taehyung is still trying to deal with the fact that you are exclusive to Jungkook. That can't stop Taehyung from trying, though." Jimin lightly laughs, his narrow eyes crinkling. "So do I bring this up with him?" You ask, worried about breaking hearts. "I would. It'd be best to do it now."

Well, fuck me.