RIPPLE | P.JM

4

SEVEN

"So— we're assassins."

"Oh, I know." I reply lightly, and Namjoon's mouth drops open. He starts stuttering, which makes me burst into laughter. "You guys aren't that discreet in hiding your Marks."

"How do you know about Marks?"

"I suspected." I laugh, pointing at Taehyung's wrist and then Yoongi's neck for good measure. "It's not that hard when I hear rendezvous and then see a mark that looks like a knife dipped in blood."

"Yeah, hear that?" Jin yells across the room towards Taehyung and Yoongi. "We're going to get our covers blown because of your Marks that you're showing all over the place!"

After that stunt I'd pulled on Jimin, I'd quickly lied that it was a self-defense trick I'd learned from my mother.

And thankfully, most of them seemed to believe that.

"Alright, I'm going to go sleep." Yoongi yawns, tottering towards the stairs. When he disappears, Jin claps his hands together, announcing that it was officially time for bed.

And I struggle to stifle a giggle. Was this a house of assassins or a house of kindergarteners?

"Wait, what about Seven?" Jungkook pipes up, tilting his head innocently. "She can't just sleep in the couch. It gets cold downstairs at night. Besides, that couch is uncomfortable."

"Good question." Jin says, and I shrug.

"I can handle a bit cold. I was a slave, remember?" I'd used to have slept on dirt grounds outside before, when my Master was displeased with me. And then he beat me, but I didn't want to think of that.

"Exactly. Which is why you are going to be sleeping on a bed." Jin says, giving me a serious look. Then he turns to Jimin, who's back to reading that book.

"Hey, Chim. Seven's sleeping with you tonight."

I look up in shock, the same moment he does. His expression twists in disgust, and he slams the book down on the stand next to him.

"No."

"You have the biggest bed." He shrugs, his tone decisive. "Two people could easily sleep on there without even touching each other. The rest of us are a different story, because we don't move around like you do. So okay? Done deal."

I'm starting to panic. Sleeping on the same bed? With the person I'd almost strangled this evening? I literally might lose my marbles and attack him again.

"Hyung. You can't—"

"If you're going to disagree with me, then you are perfectly welcome to sleep on the couch." Jin sasses back, and Jimin explodes.

"You can't. It's my bed!"

"And I'm also your hyung. So what I say goes in this household." Jin crosses his arms, but then a deep voice rings out from the side.

"She can stay with me."

"You know what? Figure it out yourselves." Jin sighs, throwing up his hands and yawning widely. Then he goes upstairs, grumbling something about kids and their idiocy.

"If you want to, you can." Taehyung offers, holding out a hand with a soft smile. Who could literally resist that smile?

I'm about to nod when Jimin slaps Taehyung's hand away and wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling me up the stairs.