Behind the Mask

~Chapter 26~

*The little shit is back, oh yeah!
That's me. I'm the little shit*

~Lisa's POV~

I thought this day would be normal. I mean, the current definition I have for that is basically the limit just before chaos, but that's okay, we all got used to it by now. The boys have been living with us for two weeks and uh... things changed a lot around the house, to put it nicely.

First, we had to clear half of our space inside the fridge for them to put their snacks and drinks onto. Then, our dressing room suffered the same cruel treatment. It happened more than once that I accidentally put Taehyung's shirts on, but who can blame me. After a while, it wasn't even accidental anymore. The boy's got his style.

I somehow managed to create a balance with Jimin as well, the complete mess from the beginning of the week disappearing almost entirely. We knew each other's bathroom routines by now too, which came in hand a lot.

Especially at night, before bed, when I would match my teeth-brushing with his so we could get under the blankets at the same time, because it was still a bit weird to get into bed after he did.
It seemed so... cozy. And casual, like yeah, lemme just slip under the covers next to Park Jimin, worldwide famous, like we're an old, married couple and that's completely okay. Like there aren't a couple millions of girls out there who would love to do the exact same thing and would totally not turn their backs on me and probably my entire group if they knew what I was doing. Right.

Anyway, I slowly got used to the fact that this guy knew exactly how charming he could be and he used it to get away with everything. He'd always steal an extra sandwich, or a banana, or anything edible, really at breakfast and pretend it never happened, or sleep in a little on fridays and no one would even argue with him about it, when on the other hand if I would do it, I'd have 3 angry girls and a pissed old man coming down on me like a ton of freakin bricks.
Discrimination much? I think so.

He tried to do the same thing with me, even on his first week here, at our dance practice, when he tried to stupidly, but effectively make me jealous by dancing with Rosie the entire time. And then he tried to mend things by giving me a hug, making sure he had his body really close to mine, so I'd forget I was even mad! Sure, because if he hugs you, that suddenly makes everything okay, right?
Wrong.

I made sure I let him know that from the start, so he wouldn't get ahead of himself too much. He did seem to pick up on it pretty quickly, because since then, he's never tried to do me wrong, and he always acted so careful, almost as if I could snap any moment.

It was fun to watch him tiptoe around the room at 5:30 am, when he thought I was asleep, just to go sit by the window and watch the little chickadees playing outside as he waited for the rest of the house to wake up.

Sometimes, I would reluctantly get out of bed and place a blanket around his shoulders so he wouldn't feel cold in just his tee and shorts, then I'd go back to sleep knowing he is watching me with that surprised, but thankful look he always had. It was a nice, warm feeling, I had to admit.

Living with him definitely brought something new, and I had a hunch the rest of the girls felt the same way, too. Jisoo bonded unexpectedly well with Yoongi, and they slowly became the lazy, grumpy, but caring on the inside pair of the group.

Rosie, on the other hand, bonded with Hoseok a little differently. They always hung out during breaks and at lunch, they would spend hours practising the couple dance we had to perform at the end of the month, although they weren't even in the same pair, and they sometimes shared these secretive smiles we'll probably never learn the true story of.