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The boys' had dropped Charleigh off at her house to grab her things before stopping at their final destination: their dorm. Charleigh had never lived in a dorm before, let alone with 7 guys. She was pretty nervous. She probably shouldn't have been, but she was just going through all the possibilities in her head of her messing up and getting herself thrown out, of the dorm and of Big Hit. The boys' finally unloaded all of Charleigh's suitcases and boxes and placed them in an extra room they had in the dorm. "You guys really didn't have to put my stuff in here. I would've done perfectly fine by myself." Jungkook turned to face Charleigh, her leaning on the door frame of the room with her arms crossed. 

"Ah, it's fine. Jin would have killed us if we didn't," he replied, causing Charleigh to chuckle. She pushed herself off the door frame and walked into the room, sitting on the unsheeted bed. "You guys can; I'll take over with set up from here." Jungkook stood in front of the door, Jimin, who had been in the room putting the final box into her room, waved her goodbye as he left the room. "Call if you need anything," Jungkook said before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Charleigh flopped down on the bed and let out a deep sigh and a small groan. She soon began smiling from ear to ear, her eyes narrowing as her smile formed making them smaller and smaller until they were practically closed. She bolted up where she lay and inspected the room, envisioning what she wanted to do with her new temporary room. She knew she wouldn't be here that, especially if she's going to become a trainee immediately after they're done filming and recording Dynamite.

She already began to miss the dorm and the boys as if she'd been living with them for years and was finally moving out to live her dream, but she wouldn't let this small feeling get in the way of such a big opportunity. She decided she wanted to explore a bit more before finally settling in, but before going out she decided to change quickly.

She rummaged through her suitcase for something comfy to wear before finally finding an oversized, graphic t-shirt with the logo of a random college on it that she'd found at her favorite thrift store. She threw it on and found a pair of sweatpant shorts and threw those on as well. She opened the door slightly, popping her head out of the opening that she made and checking to see if anyone was in the hallway at the moment. After making sure that no one was out there she stepped out of her room and began creeping down the hallway and into the living room, where 6 out of 7 of the boys sat. She stopped in her tracks, frozen where she stood, and stared at the guys, all of them exchanging looks. Charleigh's lips began to turn up as she cracked a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, guys," she exclaimed, waving a hand slowly. Some of the boys began to smile while others faces were adorned with a confused look.

"I was just... exploring," she told them, feeling a heat rise on her cheeks from embarrassment. The boys nodded in response, some of them humming as well, and the confused expressions soon melted away at her explanation. "Ah, well," Namjoon stood up, walking over to stand in front of Charleigh, towering over her slightly, having an 8 inch height difference between the two, "I'll have one of the boys show you around later. Jin's making dinner right now, so you can join us is you want to." He gave her a warm smile, his dimples coming out faster than he could turn up the corners of his mouth. She smiled in return, her heart warming at his hospitality but mainly at how cute he was. "Where's the kitchen, I'll help Jin make dinner." "Right through there," he pointed a finger toward an arch that stood off to the side of the living room. Charleigh bowed slightly as a thanks before swiftly making her way to the archway.

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Charleigh was met with the delicious smell of homemade cooking. She was never one to order take-out. When she was younger her mother would always cook dinner for Charleigh and her siblings. Even as a single mother she power through a hard days work and got home to make a full-course meal for her 4 children. She said it was because she loved to be gathered around a large table in such a small apartment with her four lovely children. "Daebak," Charleigh exclaimed as she stepped further into the large kitchen. The entire space of the kitchen was probably the same size as her old childhood apartment from end to end. She admired the polished counters, dishes laid upon it as if on display.

"This is such a big kitchen! And this is so much food! It looks like you're feeding a nation!" "Because I am," Jin joked as he stirred the pot that he was currently stood over. She stepped close to him to see the concoction in the pot: kimchi jjigae (spicy kimchi stew). "You're such an excellent cook, Jin oppa," she exclaimed. "I know," he replied, looking from the pot to Charleigh quickly, a smug smile plastered on his face. "Do you need any help with anything?" "Mmm. Do you know how to make dalgyal jorim?" Charleigh nodded her head happily. She walked to the sink, washing her hands before gathering all the ingredients and beginning to make the side-dish.

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"Yah, you guys are like a cooking duo," Jimin marveled as Jin and Charleigh finished putting the final dishes on to the table. Charleigh smiled widely at Jim's compliment. All the boys were so nice and welcoming, it was amazing. Charleigh and Jim had finally sat down and Charleigh began spooning rice into bowls and handing them out to the boys'. "You don't have to do that for us," Namjoon said, rushing to stop her as she began with a fourth bowl.

"Gwaenchanhayo," she replied simply as she continued handing out the bowls of rice.  Charleigh finally finished handing out the bowls and sat down, ready to serve herself a bowl. She reached for the spoon to get herself some rice, but was interfered by Jungkook's hand as he grabbed the spoon, picking up her bowl and giving her rice. He placed her full bowl back on the table and began eat like the rest of the boys'. "Oh... gamsahamnida," she said, surprised at the action. She was taught in her childhood to be nice and to help those who are helping you. She would always serve her family food as thanks and was never served herself, so the action was quite foreign to her.

Charleigh began eating, realizing that she now roomed with seven men who were probably so used to taking care of each other that they'd start taking care of her. The thought seemed weird but also quite nice, the weight of caring for others slightly lifted off her shoulders.

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that was a stupid ending but okay anyway there were some problems with the faceclaim. I believe she deleted her Instagram account and started a new one and idk the account name (oops) so there's a new faceclaim. I made a new cover for the book with the new faceclaim so there's that. the new faceclaims instagram is in the description :)