Lee Subin's mind: "Why is this jerk so annoying?!" Park Jimin's mind: "Why is this American half-breed pissing me off." The six boys mind: "Nothing about this is normal anyway. Just date already." ________________________________________________________________________________ This whole life isn't normal. Nothing is normal with Lee Subin. Nothing. "Those 7 boys don't exist." "They don't." "They can't." "They shouldn't." "It's not healthy." No longer how much I repeated this spell, denying that 7 weird ass boys live right next to my house isn't going to change anything. Not to mention, I hear everything that goes on at night. Why? That's because their youth comes alive at night. That's also because I share one of those two family houses that have a thin wall, unblocking our personal spaces from intermingling. And trust me, I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night to weird noises coming from the boys' room. Not a thing will change the fact that I completely have no control over the route my life is taking right now. Don't ask me how I'm with a jerk from "North" Korea called Jimin. Don't ask me how I'm wearing his clothes on top my 2-piece while I'm dripping wet. Don't ask me why he ended up going to my high school and going home with me. Don't ask me how I got involved with a Korean gang. Don't ask me why my life became a tragic comedy that involves me to peel away the life mysterious of Park Jimin. Just don't ask me anything. Because IDK. Trigger warning: Content of abuseAll Rights Reserved