Jungkook's friends and I walk around campus for a few minutes until Namjoon speaks up, "so we were talking and pretty much decided that you're part of our group now."

"What do you mean 'part of your group'? I don't need to pay a fee to get in, do I?" I joke.

"Very funny, princess." Jimin smirks.

"I have a name you know." I roll my eyes at him.

"That's nice, but get used to having a nickname."

"I already have nicknames for all of you." I snap playfully and he raises his brows.

"Oh really? Am I prince charming?" Jimin flatters himself.

"No, you're Giggles." I state bluntly. "Namjoon is Socrates, Hoseok is the smiley one, Yoongi is the less smiley one, and Taehyung is the guy with the deep voice. Made them up before I knew your names. Suck on that, Giggles."

"I don't think the-less-smiley-one really flatters me." Yoongi voices to me and I giggle.

"First impressions, Yoongi. First impressions."

"I think my nickname should be daddy," Namjoon states, "Ellie, call me daddy."

"No way!" I deny and we all erupt with laughter. "You're all so shameless."

"Do you have a first impression nickname for Jungkook?" Hoseok asks me.

"Yep. Asshole was his nickname up until we actually got a little closer."

"Asshole? Wow, I'm suddenly glad I'm giggles." Jimin takes a breath of relief and we laugh.

We reach the campus gym and go inside, "Hey guys." Taehyung greets the few people in the main room and we make our way down the hallway.

"He's probably in here again." Hoseok predicts and looks through the doorway, seeing him on the pull-up bar.

Note to self: Jungkook works out shirtless.

We walk in and I see him fully. Sweat falls down his bare back and his hair is damp as well. When he pulls himself up on the bar, his muscles flex in his back and shoulders. I can't look away, not even noticing that my mouth has fallen open at the perfect sight.

He has earbuds in and he's facing mostly away from us so he definitely doesn't know we're here.

"Close your mouth, sweetheart, you'll start catching flies." Yoongi pushes my chin up with his hand and smirks a little.

"Sorry." I continue staring at the perfectly sculpted man before me with my mouth shut this time.

The guys quite literally run to him and scare the living daylights out of him, forcing him to drop from the bar and jump back. He takes his earbuds out and he hears me giggling from the doorway.

"What are you guys doing here? What is she doing here?" Jungkook breathes and makes his way over to me while they follow him.

I gulp as he gets closer, now being able to see the finer details of his body. "They kidnapped me." I report factually and he starts laughing breathlessly.

"Of course they did," He glances back at them with a face I can't see, "Why wouldn't they?" He asks sarcastically.

"It's not kidnapping if you agreed to it." Jimin states.

"When did I agree to that?" I snort in disbelief, "I don't remember saying 'Yes, please throw me over your shoulder and force me out of the dorm.'" 

"I'm glad to see you're all getting along." Jungkook chuckles and takes a drink of his water.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest, avoiding looking at the sweaty but hot man in front of me.

"Let's go get lunch or something." Taehyung suggests.

"I'm not done, though, I still have thirty minutes." Jungkook informs us and his friends dismiss it.

"Thirty minutes off your workout won't hurt you." Namjoon pats his back and then wipes the sweat back on his shorts, making him chuckle.

"I didn't work out at all over break. Let me have my thirty minutes and then maybe we'll all go out."

"Fine, but if you're not back at your dorm in an hour, we're coming back to get you."

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"For fucks sake, stop calling peanut butter that." Namjoon scolds when Taehyung is making a sandwich.

"What's wrong with 'nut cream'?"

"Everything! Fucking everything!" He erupts and we all laugh. Hoseok and Jimin fall onto each other, and then the floor while giggling really hard.

"Ellie, would you like some of my delicious nut cream?" Taehyung offers, trying not to break his composure.

"No thanks," I giggle endlessly.

Once everyone clams down, the guys are all talking and I'm laying on Jungkook's bed holding my phone above my face.

"Telling someone 'you're shit' or 'you ain't shit' are both insults." Jimin states.

"But 'you're not shit' is a reassurance." Taehyung adds.

"And 'you're not the shit' is another insult." Yoongi says.

"But 'you're the shit' is a compliment." Hoseok chimes in with a smile.

I shake my head and suppress a giggle at their silly conversation. But I get a text from Calvin and my attention is on that instead.

Cal: Can we meet somewhere in a little bit?

When is 'in a little bit'?

Cal: Within half an hour. Will you?

Do I really want to, though? I contemplate. Eh, what the hell. Cal and I still have some catching up to do.

Sure. Where at?

Cal: We can probably talk in the gazebo. It's quiet

Okay, I'll let you know when I'm leaving.

The door opens and Jungkook walks in with wet hair and his backpack slung over one shoulder, "I took a shower and got ready there, so I'm glad you didn't come back to get me right away." He chuckles.

"So are we all ready to go out for food?" Hoseok stands up and they all say something along the lines of 'yes' except for me.

"Guys, I can't." I tell them, "I have something to do."

"What is it?" They ask.

"I'm gonna go talk to Calvin, he wants to hang out."

"Calvin? You mean that weird ex of yours?" Taehyung quips.

I lower my brows and give a tight-lipped smile, "yes, him. You shouldn't have a problem with it, he's a nice guy."

"It's fine, just go," Jungkook flashes me a painfully fake grin, but the rest of the group stays quiet as a few glances are exchanged.

I ignore them and quickly text Cal that I'm leaving after getting my jacket on.

We all walk out at the same time but split ways when they go to the parking lot and I make my way to the gazebo.

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