1
Jimin

   You were laughing, holding your hand over your pretty pink lips as you laughed, starting from cry from laughing. You have to admit; Jin has some pretty great jokes. Almost all of you were dying of laughter, probably from Jin laughing, but the only person who wasn't laughing was Yoongi.

    Jimin, your dear boyfriend, pulled you into his arms, crying from laughing and nuzzled his face in your shoulder blade. You didn't have the time to blush as Jin cracked another joke before laughing right after. At this rate, you were going to be sick from laughing. Your stomach hurt and tears were threatening to escape your eyes.

     "The jokes aren't that funny," Yoongi snapped, and everyone looked at him. His face was flush red with anger and his phone was tightly grasped in his hand. His knuckles were turning white.

      "What's wrong, hyung?" Jimin asked, his eyebrows creasing with worry. Usually Yoongi would laugh along if the other members ere having a blast.

     "Nothing. You just don't need to be crying over Jin-hyung's jokes," Yoongi snapped.

      The other members lowered their heads, and you looked around the table to see the other members embarrassed.

      "I personally like Jin-oppa's jokes," you wiggled an arm out out Jimin's hold and raised your hand. "And I really like his laugh."

      "Aish," Yoongi rolled his eyes grumply, crossing his arms and pouting.

      "And if I could hear your laugh, I'd probably like your laugh," you told him calmly. "Just like how I adore the other members' laughs."

       "As if you could get me to laugh," Yoongi muttered. "I'm not in a good mood."

      "I'm not in a good mood," you mocked, crossing your arms and jutting your bottom lip out to copy Yoongi's pout.

       "(Y/n)..." he growled.

       "(Y/n)..." You copied.

       "Stop copying, or you'll regret it," he gave a stupid threat.

       "Stop copying, or you'll regret it," you tried to copy his tone.

      His pout went away, and a sly smirk was replacing it. "Min Yoongi is a genius."

     "Min Yoongi is a loser," you tried to imitate hid voice, and some of the guys started snickering. Yoongi lifted an eyebrow.

     "Min Yoongi is the greatest," Yoongi put his head on his hands, his fists pushing his cheeks up slightly.

      "Jiminie-oppa is the greatest," you copied Yoongi, giving a cheeky smile. Yoongi's smirk was replaced with a scowl and his fists tightened.

      His stomach churned, a feeling brewing like bile in the back of his throat, wanting to throw up. Something between the mix of sadness and anger flashed in his dark eyes.

       Jimin smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your torso and giving you a back hug. His cotton candy hair was soft, and it brushed your arms slightly.

      You smile turned upside down at the sight of Yoongi's frown, his hateful glare that brought tears to your eyes.

      "It's not funny," Yoongi mumbled bitterly, and you looked down in shame. The others stopped smiling, until Jungkook got a playful smirk and crawled towards his hyung.

      "Is someone jealous?"

      Yoongi's head snapped towards the youngest, biting the inside of his cheek with a narrowed gaze.

      You didn't care, a prominent pout on your lips, and crossed your arms like a child.

      "Don't mind him," Jimin turned you around, giving a gentle trace to your lips. "Hyung is grumpy."

      "I want to make him smile," you sniffled.

      "Then ask him to smile. Go give him a hug," Jimin gave you a pained smile. Almost all the members of BTS knew about Yoongi's crush, which made Jimin feel guilty about dating you when Yoongi told him.

       You nodded, if Jimin told you to do it, then you'll do it. Getting out of Jimin's lap, you gave two small strides before kneeling next to Yoongi and giving him a big hug. You held him tighter when he tensed up.

       "What are you doing?" His voice was snappy, and you sniffled again, ashamed that you made him so mad.

      "Giving Yoongi-oppa a hug."

      "See, she likes you, hyung," Jimin spoke up, and Yoongi tensed up more.

      "But she's dating you," Yoongi retorted.

      "Yup, hyung is jealous!" Jungkook snickered.

      Yoongi didn't anything, the bile only getting worse, and it was only so long until he pushed you off of him. Or maybe... yeah, that's probably a better idea-

       He turned and wrapped his arms back around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Yeah, I'm jealous."

      "Wait, seriously?" Jin widened his eyes, thinking maybe he misheard Yoongi when his words were muffled, his mouth dropping open when Yoongi nodded, head still on your shoulder.

      "I was joking, hyung!" Jungkook gasped. The others only stayed silent, and Jimin had his head lowered, feeling jealous himself. He was lucky to get such a girl, but slightly unlucky to loose her to his hyung, where he'll still have to see her everyday.

        "You didn't know Yoongi had a thing for (Y/n)?" Taehyung asked, clicking his tongue in shock.

      "For how long?" Jin widened his eyes next.

      "Before Jimin-chingu and her started dating," Rap Monster explained.

       "This is just awkward, see you guys tomorrow," Hoseok waved and got up, calmly walking back to his rooms.

        You just stared at the wall, frozen in shock.

2
Namjoon

       "Ya, (Y/n), wanna listen to my rap?" Namjoon picked up your legs and sat down before putting them on his lap and started rubbing you. The action caused you to kick him in the arm, but your focus was still on your phone. "No thanks."

      Namjoon sighed, leaning over to see what you were watching, but you stuck your phone down your shirt, along with your ear buds. It was so no one you could listen or watch what was on your phone.

       "What're you so focus on that makes your phone more important than me?" Namjoon whined.

      Not really a 'what'. More of a 'who', you thought as you stared back at Namjoon, refusing to answer.

      "Don't make me tickle you," the tallest of the group threatened, starting to lean over you.

      "Get a room," the 'who' suddenly walked in, and you begged to whatever god was out there that your face wasn't as red as it was hot. But just in case, you grabbed a throw pillow and hid your face in it.

        Twisting your body a little so you were looking at the back of the couch, still hiding your face, then heard a small click. Your headphones had just unplugged themselves with your movement.

       As expected, Agust D started blaring out from the speakers, though the shirt slightly muffled it.

      Both boys froze in the room as you bit your lip, wanting to die.

      "Why do you you have so much time to listen to Yoongi-hyung's rap, but not mine?" Namjoon accused, ripping the pillow away from your face. You hurriedly grabbed your phone from your shirt and stopped the video, giving a nervous cough.

       "Who said anything about listening," you blurted out, then instantly regretted it. The blonde male turned a pink tinge, his hand almost dropping his mug of coffee.

       "So you're watching the video? Not listening to the music?" Namjoon scoffed, "unbelievable."

       "What about it?" You copied his scoff, "I might like the video style or maybe-"

      "-We all know you're watching the video because you think hyung is cute," Hoseok was leaning on the door, wiping his sweaty forehead.

       Yoongi's eyebrows raised as he took a sip, and you gulped, lowering your eyes. "I'd be quite surprised if you didn't think he was cute."

      Namjoon sighed deeply and stood up, "I'll be working if anyone needs me."

      Sitting up, you curled up, hugging your knees to your chest and started picking at the (f/c) fluffy socks that Namjoon got you for your birthday.

     "Wow... well, excuse me," Hoseok said awkwardly and left. You didn't raise your eyes, not even when you heard the glass of the mug thump against the table as it was set down or when you felt the couch dip and Yoongi grabbed your wrists.

       "It's probably a good thing that you two are probably going to break up," Yoongi chuckled.

       "How so?" Your frowned, scrunching up your nose and looked up at him as he grabbed your cheek in his palm and traced your lips with his thumb.

       "Because he'd break you. Do you know how many things he has broken? He's dangerous," Yoongi laughed.

       "I don't know. You'll probably set me on fire," you waved one of his hands off and grabbing your phone and shoving in his face. You had paused it when he was throwing a lighter in an already lit fire.

      "Dunno, maybe," he chuckled yet again, rolling his eyes.

      "Get a room!" Namjoon growled.

3
Hoseok

"Thanks for coming with us!" Hoseok smiled, wrapping an arm around you. The boys had just finished getting ready, and might I say; they looked mighty fine. They had on tight black leather pants, black and white striped tank tops, black leather jackets, and chokers. Of course, your boyfriend looked amazing, but so did the pink haired rapper as he was finishing getting his make up on.

  "Uh, no problem," you replied, still a little out of it as you admired Yoongi.

"What's so distracting?" Hoseok went to turn, but you grabbed him my the cheeks and gave him a quick peck to distract him. It would be bad to be caught staring at Yoongi, but it'd be worse to be caught staring by your boyfriend. It's not that you didn't like Hoseok, because in all seriousness; who wouldn't? But you had always had a crush on Yoongi when you met him in school.

Yup, Daegu girl.

"You are. Now go," you waved him off as it was finally his turn to get his makeup done. Yoongi got out of the seat and looked right towards you and started walking.

"I saw you staring," he smirked and sat next to you.

"Staring? Me? Never. There's more of a chance for me to be staring at my boyfriend, but never my friend," you stressed the two words as his eyes cleared with realization and his smirk got bigger. "So I'm your boyfriend? Because I'm a hundred percent sure you were staring at me."

"W-what?" You were taken back.

"Don't act stupid. Smart girls are the prettiest," he flicked your temple. "You were definitely staring."

"Ok, if I say that I was staring, will you leave me alone?" You gave a soft, adorable pout.

"Yep."

"Ok, fine. I was staring," you declared, not noticing Hoseok as he walked up. "Who's staring at who?"

You literally jumped, then actually sprung from your seat and wrapped your arms around Hoseok, though the action of affection felt hollow.

"(Y/n) was checking me out earlier," Yoongi's ego had gone through the roof.

"You sure? Her and I were talking," Hoseok raised his eyebrow.

"Pretty sure. I think your girlfriend has a thing for me," Yoongi laughed.

"Then why didn't she date you in the first place?" Hoseok shot back.

"Maybe because we're best friends."

"And you don't want to ruin your friendship?" Hoseok sounded bored.

"Exactly, horse." Yoongi said in the same tone.

"So, was he why you were distracted?"Hoseok sat you on the couch, leaning over you with a small frown.

"No?" You lied, and your voice had come out as a whimper. You hated people towering over you.

"You aren't very good at lying. You ears get pink and you start to get scared," Hoseok and Yoongi said at the same time.

"I just hate how people lean over me!" You protested, kicking Hoseok softly to get him to stop.

"Okay, I'm not towering over you. Was hyung distracting you?" Hoseok asked again.

"No?" You answered in the same tone, giving a childish pout and crossing your arms.

"I'll take that as a yes," Hoseok sighed, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Can you blame her? I'm quite irresistible," Yoongi smirked.

You nodded in agreement before you realized what you were doing, then stopped, feeling guilty. "Sorry for lying, oppas."

"I'll going to go check on the others," Hoseok ignored you and nodded towards Yoongi and left, making you tear up and your pout get more pouty. "Oppa is mad at me~~~~!"

"I'm not, though," Yoongi smiled, patting your head. "Whatever happens, us Daegu kids stay together, alright?"

Nodding, you watched as Yoongi also left.

4
Taehyung

  "(Y/n), wanna go-"

   "She can't. We're busy," Taehyung answered for you as he thumbed the bottoms on one of the controllers.

    "Ew," Jungkook joked before walking in and sitting on the bed, watching you two play a street fighter game.

     "I don't believe in that kind of stuff before marriage," you mumbled as you focused on the TV.

     "Oh yeah, forgot," Jungkook shrugged.

     "Taehyung, I was asking (Y/n)-" Yoongi stormed through the bedroom door, angering Taehyung, who paused the game to look at his hyung.

      "And (Y/n) and I are busy," Taehyung stated, gesturing towards the paused game.

     "Aish, seriously? Jin-hyung wants me to go grocery shopping and told me to bring someone along," Yoongi rubbed his face in frustration.

     "Why don't you and Jin-hyung go then? Or maybe Hoseok-hyung," Taehyung fired.

     "Jin-hyung is cooking dinner and Hoseok is at the studio practicing," Yoongi stated.

      "What about Namjoon-hyung or Jimin-chingu?"

      "Namjoon is working on his mixtape and Jimin is with Hoseok."

      "What about me or Jungkook?"

      "You seem busy and Jungkook will want to buy everything," Yoongi started whining.

      "Well (Y/n) is busy. She's spending time with her boyfriend," Taehyung poked your cheeks.

       "Hyung said that she's coming," Yoongi pulled the older card, glaring down at the pouting boy. "Aw, c'mon hyung! That's no fair!"

       "It's plenty fair, besides, I haven't gotten to spend any time with (Y/n) this year. I think I should be able to hang out with her," Yoongi snapped. You gave Taehyung a knowing look before standing up and grabbing your shoes beside his that were by the door (that were also next to Hoseok's and Jimin's).

      "Fine. I'll let you spend time with her. (Y/n)," he looked you in the eye before smiling, "you owe me a rematch."

      "Seriously?! I was winning! You big cheater!" You stuck your tongue at him, and he laughed like a kid on a sugar high.

      "Let's go before Jin-hyung- oppa- yells at us," Yoongi walked out, waving to Jin who was so close to getting ready to yell for him, and grabbed the shopping list off, a wallet and his mask before heading out.

     "So what's first on the list?" You tried to look, but he shook his head and put it in his pocket.

     "Secret~" he purred with a wink.

     "Please," you asked, giving him puppy eyes.

     "If you give me a kiss," he joked, but you frowned, "but I'm dating Taehyung."

     "Ah. I guess you don't really want to know," he shrugged.

      Sighing, you got on your tip toes and gave the mint haired rapper a quick peck, who grabbed you gently by the nape of the neck to pull you closer. After a few seconds, you two broke away.

      "I was just joking," Yoongi blushed, caressing your cheek.

      "Seriously?" You gaped at him.

      "Though... I did really want to kiss you," he smiled gently, removing his hand and gave you the shopping list.

      "You can be such a brat," you told him.

      "I'm a brat? I think you should be talking to yourself," Yoongi mumbled.

5
Jungkook

"So I heard you two needed help with homework?" Yoongi sighed, rubbing his eyes from exhaustion. Why did you and Jungkook have to do homework at twelve in the morning?! And on a weekend?!

"Please hyung-"

"-oppa!"

You begged, both you and Jungkook using pouts.

Yoongi looked over the homework before groaning, "seriously? This stuff isn't even hard."

"Grandpa. You're older," Jungkook sighed, tapping his pencil in a steady rhythm on the book.

"I'm not a grandpa," Yoongi argued.

"Then help us," Jungkook yawned. You and him were both tired, but you personally worked best at night.

"Fine. What is it that you need help with?" Yoongi pulled out an extra chair and sat in between us.

"We need help with our project that's due in on Monday," you gave a tired pout, trying to hold in your yawn.

"What's the project about?"

"Events in our life," you murmured, turning your shiny camera around in your hands.

"Well, Jungkook can probably get pictures of him singing and dancing tomorrow during practice. (Y/n)-" he looked over at you, thinking for a moment, "-you can probably have someone take pictures of you drawing and playing guitar. Someone could also take pictures of all eight of us playing basketball and eating together."

"Omo! Thanks oppa!" You gave Yoongi a big hug. "You're a genius!"

"Dammit, (Y/n), we talked about calling him a genius. It was just something you don't do," Jungkook gave me a gentle pubch in the shoulder.

"Are you saying that I'm not a genius?" Yoongi questioned the boy, who widened his eyes in fear and shook his head rapidly. "Good."

"I'm going to head to bed," Jungkook gave you a quick peck on the cheek, leaving you alone with Yoongi. "Jal ja!"

"So, why aren't you going to bed?" Yoongi out his chair back and took Jungkook's spot.

"I'm going to get started in the project," you shrugged, grabbing the camera.

"Let's take a picture together," Yoongi gave a small smile.

"Okay!" You giggled and got on his lap, not minding how he wrapped his arms around your torso and put his head on your shoulder. Then, you lifted the camera and turned it around so it was facing you two, looking into the lens and snapping a picture. Turning the camera back, you took a look at the picture, your smile never leaving your lips.

"We look awesome together," you giggled, turning the camera in and plugged it in to charge it.

"We really do," he agreed, giving you a back hug.

"Well, I think it's time to head to bed, you leaped from his lap and yawned.

"Goodnight," he gave a gentle smile, giving a quick kiss on your lips before streching and walking towards his room, leaving a you behind, confused.

6
Seokjin

    "I'm going to go to the store and get something real quick," your boyfriend for only month said, giving you a hesitant kiss on the cheek.

     "'Kay, oppa," you hummed patting his shoulder with one hand while you continued to work on dinner with the other. You knew that real quick actually meant an hour because of the traffic. From people to cars, you could never get around Seoul.

      After Seokjin left, Yoongi came in with a yawn. He had been sleeping on the couch before a smell from the kitchen sent his stomach growling and disrupting his dreams of rapping and becoming dreams of delicious food.

       "You have drool on your cheek," you noticed when you turned to look at him for a moment. The only way you noticed he walked in is when his  bare feet got stuck to the wooden flooring, making patting sounds.

     "It smells good," he wiped his cheeks and mouth, coming up next to you to see in the pot.

      "I'm glad my cooking woke you up," you giggled at Yoongi, the said person blushing and rolled his eyes.

      "So what's for dinner?" He asked, mouth watering.

       "It's an American dish," you hummed, "would you like to try a bit?"

       Yoongi instantly nodded his head, and you giggled. "Okay, get a spoon and take some. But remember to blow!"

       He did what you said and when he thought he cooled it off enough, he dipped the spoon in his mouth, moaning around it from the amazing taste.

      Is it missing anything? You watched his expression, then looked at the pot, then at the recipe. "Oh yeah!"

      "Can you stir this for a moment?" You asked him, not waiting for his answer and left the pot of food and went to go get the seasoning. You had to climb on the counter a slight bit, almost falling off in pain when a sharp object cut you. Biting yourself to keep quiet, you grabbed the small bottle and jumped off the xounter, closing the cuboard.

        It doesn't take a genius to know you hurt yourself. The face you made along with the swell of blood on your palm, that had clashed with yout milky white skin.

       "(Y/n)!" Yoongi furrowed his eyesbrows, pausing his stirring to grab the bottle from your hand and rush you to the sink. Rinsing your hand with one of his hands holding your wrist, he went through the drawer to find the band-aids. The cut did hurt, and you hissed in pain.

       After he found a band-aid, he ripped it open with his teeth and put it sticky side up on the counter to grab a tower, turn of the water, and dry your hand off. After your hand was dry, he picked up the band-aid and gently put it on the cut. Then, his finger soothingly rubbed it back and forth to make sure it stuck, then brought your palm to his lips to give the cut a kiss.

        Then you heard hissing and ripped your hand away from him, "go stir the fucking soup!"

---

       "Mmm! This tastes amazing!" Namjoon complimented as he sipped up the soup from his spoon.

       "I had a small amount of help," Yoongi smiled at you, and bowed, getting claps from the others, until you spoke again, "though, my helper almost made the soup boil over."

      "Ya! You had cut yourself!" Yoongi said defensively.

      "I could've taken care of the cut myself. You had one job, Yoongi," you head one finger up. "And that was to stir."

      The guys laughed, and you giggled a little.

      "Ah, but you must admit, I was gentle," he smirked, trying to make it sound bad. Seokjin choked on his soup, almost spitting it out as he managed to croaked out a 'WHAT?!.'

      "It was just a cut! I wasn't going to die!" You argued.

     "It could've gotten infected!" He shot back.

      "Shut up before I shoved your spoon down your throat," you threatened. He laughed at your petty threat and you crawled towards him, grabbing his spoon, and he slightly widened his eyes before smirking. Next, his hand curled around the nape of your neck and pushed you towards his lips.

      "YOONGI!" You heard Seokjin, and Yoongi broke away, glaring at Seokjin back. So, we all know how scared the other members are of Yoongi, so Seokjin instantly backed off, making the other members laugh, even you giggled, but you glared, smacking him in the head before going back to your spot.

-------

    This whole thing was 3839 words! It took me three days to finish, and I'm not sure if I'm proud or not. I'm not sure if I got all of their personalities correct, but I tried. I hope you enjoyed this long chapter.