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My eyes flutter open as a pleasant smell reaches my nostrils. I blink a few times, the unfamiliar room still dark.

I crawl out of the warm blankets, the soft mattress bouncing as I wiggle to the edge of the bed. A long sigh leaves my mouth transferring to my body as I stand up and stretch my limps to the fullest.

I pull away the curtains, the bright sun illuminating the room I've spent the night in.

There is a strangeness to the sunlight, as if a layer of tinted filtering has been added in the sky. Everything casts in honeyed tones beautifully. I move my hand through the air, watching my fair fingers. Diverting my gaze from my fingers to my surroundings I scan the rather small room.

A few posters plastered on the deep-blue walls displaying various idols, a bunch of dirty sneakers piled up next to the door, a pair of boxing-gloves thrown in the corner.

I chuckle a little, the messy room seemingly even more messy due to the tightness in it.

I reach for the window once more, creaking it open slightly. My eyes catch the wide sleeve on my smaller arm, the black material almost swallowing my frame. I furrow my brows, wondering whose shirt I burrowed last night.

Shaking my head lightly I slowly open the door to the room, my head peeping out the door checking if any of the men were out in the small hallway.

All clear.

I tiptoe on the wooden floor, my eyes searching for the bathroom. I look down my body, assuring myself that my bum is covered by the big shirt. It reaches my mid thigh so I'm good to go.

I freeze in my movements as I hear someone clearing their throat behind me. Biting my bottom lip before wincing my eyes screw shot I take a deep breath before turning around.

"Goodmorning Jia. Did you sleep well?"

Jungkook swallows, his deep-brown doe-eyes wide. His gaze are no-where near me as his cheeks are a deep red color. He's wearing baby-blue pajama pants, a white t-shirt on his upper body. His hair a little messy but firmly placed in the coconut-hairstyle.

He looks cute.

The flustered male takes ahold of his bottom lip before finally looking at me.

"Good morning. Uhm— I did actually. Whose room did I crash in?" I ask, a sudden feeling of embarrassment hitting me as my bare face and messy hair is on display to Jeon motherfucking Jungkook himself.

I try hiding my face a little with my shaky hands, hoping he won't notice.

"Oh," He starts, scratching his neck swiftly, "No ones. We all sleep together in one room, actually. It's kind of like a guest-room."

I widen my eyes and nod at him receiving a bright smile from him in return.

"You look nice in my shirt."

I squint my eyes at him feeling my cheeks burn. He's pointing at me, a smile gracing his soft features.

I take ahold of my frame, crossing my arms slowly. I swallow thickly before sending a grateful smile to Jungkook.

"Thank you for— letting me borrow it."
I manage to let out feeling my bare legs tremble beneath me.

"No worries. There's breakfast now. Wanna join?"
His eyes crinkle up, the shining orbs taking in my flustered state at its fullest.

I give a firm nod as I follow his lead through the small dorm, the sound of other voices quickly reaching my ears.

A sweet, savory aroma hits my nostrils once again making my stomach clench with hunger. Turning around a corner the sight of some of the other men startles me a little, their eyes widening as they see me in the over-sized shirt.

I widen my eyes before smiling at them.

"Good morning guys."

Their eyes softens quickly as they can clearly see I'm also a little uncomfortable about this whole situation.

Namjoon signals for me to sit next to him, Jimin and Hoseok smiling wide on the opposite side.

The moment I slide into my chair I'm served an enormous platter of food. Eggs, ham, fruit, pancakes, jam — the colorful plate makes my mouth water. There's a glass of apple juice on the side, alongside a cup of black, steaming coffee.

"Bon appetit Jia!" Jin excitedly yells, the ringing of his voice making the other men wince their eyes.
I chuckle before looking at the broad-shouldered man next to me, his eyes shining with pride at his prepared meal.

"Thank you Jin, this is way too much."
I smile diverting my gaze to the delicious food once more.

"You should be grateful Jia, you know what we were served? Freaking oatmeal."
Jimin exclaims coking up an eyebrow in Jin's direction.

Jin's mouth goes wide, his eyes narrowing as he looks at the younger male pointing his finger at him.

"Excuse me you ungrateful piece of shit, but some of us actually has other priorities than cooking for your little ass every day!" Jin talks fast, his hands moving as he speaks, "Today my priority was Jia and if you have a problem with that — then cook your own freaking meals, huh?!"

Jimin swallows before pursing his lips out. "Sorry hyung. The oatmeal was— alright."

"Alright?!?! That's it, you're cooking tomorrow morning!"

Namjoon sighs, taking ahold of his head hanging low with his elbows on the surface of the table.
"Please don't make Jimin cook. I won't eat anything then, his food is literally inedible."

"Not my problem!"
Jin rolls his eyes before turning around and walk to the kitchen again.

I can't help letting out a small laugh before grasping a strawberry between my fingers leading it to my mouth. Jimin and Hoseok sits with their eyes focused on the strawberry and I can't help myself as I dart the strawberry from side to side watching their eyes fully observed as their heads goes from one side to the other.

I shake my head and smile as I push in the enormous plate to the middle on the table.

"Dig in."

Their heads bops up and Hoseok is fast to wipe away a little drool that escaped his mouth.

"R—really? You don't have to share Jia." He says, his eyes still on the plate.

"Really. I can't eat this much anyway. So help yourselves."

I push the plate further ahead and before I know it Jimin grasps a buttery croissant with his small fingers and munch on it. Hoseok digs in as well and so does Namjoon and Jungkook.

I smile at them, my stomach getting full just by watching them eat. Jungkook offers me several fruits, his little chuckles making my chest warm as I glance at the munching men.

"You pigs just can't control yourselves huh?"

Jin is back and looks at them with a serious look printed on his face before he softens, a beautiful smile reaching his plump lips as he laughs at the euphoria caused by eggs and ham. His laughter rings in the room as he's bending over his constant chuckles filling up the room.

We all start laughing out loud and I feel my stomach hurt from laughing and my jaw hurt from smiling.

We're all laughing so much that we don't register the door opening to their bedroom, another male staring at our outrageous burst of giggles.

I don't even notice him eyeing me from the corner of his eyes, taking in my presence — my familiar smile, laughter, my freckles that are only visible when bare-faced.

"Sorry to disturb your— whatever this is." Yoongi speaks up, making all of us hold back our laughter turning our heads at him. His voice is deep and husky, making him clear his throat.

His slumped posture and small eyes facing us. He's wearing a checkered pajamas, the red and dark stripes making his fair skin stand out. His hair is a dark brown color, the messy strands darting up on the top of his head. He licks his pouty lips before quickly ruffling his locks.

His dark brown eyes reaches mine, his stare piercing through me. A small smile on his lips as he say,

"We need to talk."

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finally an update in this story! once again thank you for reading. hope you still find the story interesting somehow 🤔

i might not be able to update in a while since i'm traveling to korea this tuesday! i'm so excited. but i'll update whenever i get the chance. thank you for supporting this book
:( means so much to me.

much love and see you all very soon 💌