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Leader

   Standing outside of Taehyung's door, Jungkook passes by you.

   "Jungkook, come here." You grab onto his white button up sleeve. Jungkook turns around, his hickies covered up. "Yeah?" He speaks, eyeing you curiously. "We both need to talk with Taehyung. He listened to us having sex. Jimin thought it'd be okay if we confront it head on." You add, grimacing.

   Jungkook backs off a little, pissed off. "Wait a minute. People are spreading shit behind my back?" He scoffs, "What is this primary school?" The door opens, Taehyung meeting up with his least and favorite two people. "Ah, hm? There's both of you here. I usually expect one, Jimin." He coldly adds, glaring at Jungkook.

   Yikes, tough crowd.

   "Hey guys, let's calm down." Acting as a buffer, you gently push past Taehyung and sit on his office chair. Taehyung and Jungkook file in. "What are you here for?" Taehyung's sharp eyes pierce through Jungkook's. "Well, Jimin said that you heard me and Jungkook last night-" You start, becoming embarrassed. "Having sex." Jungkook butted in, knowing you couldn't spit it out.

   "Yeah, and?" Taehyung says, putting up a barrier. "Taehyung! You literally confessed your feelings for me the other day!" You exclaim, full of exasperation.

   "What?" Jungkook speaks up. "Shit. Jungkook, Taehyung said that he liked me when I left your room the other day at the hotel." You shoot back, sure you fucked up. Taehyung gets up, ready to leave.

Jungkook, luckily by the door, grabs the door's silver handle. "No one is leaving. If Y/N wants us to talk, we'll talk." Jungkook says, guarding the door. Taehyung decides he has no choice and sits back down. "Okay, fine!" He retorts, his hands on his head, his jaw clenched, eyes staring down at the floor.

   "So who do you like, Y/N? Me or Jungkook?" Taehyung's expression look sad, as he moves away from his bed. "I-I-" You stutter, not wanting to make the wrong choice. Deep down, you know you have feelings for both of them.

   Taehyung sees the straight shot out of the room. His toned legs quickly lift his body up, pushing Jungkook away in the process. Jungkook has an annoyed look on his face with his tongue in his cheek. "Taehyung!" You exclaim, taken aback by his rashness.

   Following Taehyung, you bump into Seokjin.

Seokjin notices your panicked expression. "What's going on, Y/N?" He asks, looking down the hallway. "Where'd Taehyung go?" Seokjin turns toward you, searching for answers. "I don't know." Somehow having the strength to walk away from Seokjin's stare, you rush over towards your room.

You slam your door, Jimin still laying on your bed. "How'd it go?" Jimin grimaces, not expecting good news. "It went like shit." He sighs, shaking his head. "I guess their emotions are too strong. What can I say, I would do anything to be in your position." Jimin teases, his eyes closing as a smile appears. "You gotta thing for Jungkook and Taehyung?" You joke, setting yourself onto the floor.

   Your fingers thread through your white rug. "Anyways, last night I dreamed of holding hands with a boy. I said something like, 'Goodbye, Jeon.' It was weird, I don't know who it could've been." You ramble on, as Jimin's eyes get wide.

"What is it, Jimin?"

   "You had a dream about Jungkook. You guys were friends when you were younger." "How do you know this?" You ask, curious as to how Jimin seems to know everything. He blushes, "Let's just say I got a peek at your school pictures." "Jimin!" You pick up your pillow and hit him with it.

   Hearing Namjoon's voice call all the members into the main lounge, Jimin opens the door for you to exit. Entering into the room, you sit on the L-shaped couch.

"I just got orders from the government that they will be broadcasting our conference in ten minutes. Other than that, we have the day off." Namjoon declares, as he turns the television on.

Sitting on the couch, Jungkook comes in front of you. He sits down, his white shirt rumpling. "I'm sorry about before. I know Taehyung can be passionate about things he likes. What I did earlier in that hotel with handcuffs was gross." His face moves away from your ear.

   You nod, glad he realizes that he made a mistake.

Eyes glued to the screen, you see Hangul running parallel across a rectangle, serving as the title. 'Rioter group talks about protesters' it reads. Annoyed, you look away from the moving characters and see your past self.

   Your navy hair gently cascades down, as your green blouse mutely shines in the overhead light. Noticing Jungkook on the television, you see his dark tie and strong jawline, even from here.

   Hoseok's bubbly attitude deems attractive to the broadcasters as they voiceover more information on the subject.

Taehyung steals the show, his boxy smile and handsomeness captivating the crowd. Seokjin's kind manners and jokes come across well. Yoongi's matter-of-fact tone scare the speakers from asking him more. Jimin's striking eyes and navy hair register him as seductive.

   Namjoon's white and black suit and proper mannerisms make him look like he's prestigious. After the press conference comes to a close, the hosts joke about Namjoon as being the next president.

   Looking over at your leader, you see scarlet creeping up his cheeks. "Aw, Joonie!" Seokjin teases, gently smacking the back of his head. "I think you'd make a great president." You add, confident he'd lead the nation in the right steps.

   "Yeah, and all you guys will be my slaves." Namjoon throws back, jumping off his portion of the couch. A smile forms on your face as Jimin tackles down Namjoon, laughing.

   After some wrestling, and a now bruised Jimin, you decide it's time to make lunch. "Can I help, Y/N?" Taehyung offers. "I know I won't be of much help, but at least I could try."

   "That'd be great, Taehyung." You reach for the refrigerator as cold air hits your face.