Soo Emi

"I'll go with you!" Namjoon runs after me before I could exit the house.

I giggle. "Thank you."

"Of course. I like spending time with you." He flashes an adorable dimple.

"That's sweet, Namjoon." I try to smile back, but I get embarrassed and look away instead.

He chuckles lightly.

I walk past the parked cars in the driveway and Namjoon calls for me.

"Yo, Emi! Where are you going?" He asks.

"To get pizza?"

"You're walking?" He tilts his head.

"Yes?"

"Emi, the closest pizza shop from here is not close at all." Namjoon places a hand on his hip.

I scoff. "Ye-Yeah, I knew that. That's right. Pizza shop, not close."

He crosses his arms with a smirk. "You've never had pizza before, have you?"

"What? That's just crazy talk- ok, fine." I sigh. "I've never had store-bought pizza before."

"What? How sophisticated were your chefs?"

"Hey, Chef Nol was an amazing chef and never needed to buy cold pizza from a store when he could easily make it at home!"

"Just hop in my car." Namjoon motions me over with a finger.

He takes out his key and presses a button. The car door opens up by itself, revealing a nice, leathery seat.

We enter his car and drive off to get food.

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About 20 minutes later, we arrive back at Hoseok's house.

"I cannot believe they just let you cut everyone and let you go to the kitchen. The chef even let you order him around. That's amazing!" I marvel, pumping my fists.

"That was amazing? Because of you, we got the cheesy bread sticks for free." Namjoon nudges my arm and laughs.

"I really can't believe they just gave it to us."

"You've never done that before?"

"Like I said, I don't usually go out to eat since we had a chef at home. If we did go out, it would definitely not be for pizza."

"Oh...I've never thought of that." He lowers his voice.

"No one really does. It's fine, though." I place a hand on his arm.

He smiles down at me. "I really admire how strong you are. You know, going through something like this."

"I couldn't have if it wasn't for Hoseok....and for you, of course." I poke his arm.

"He's doing a lot for you. Be good to him, Emi."

I sigh. "I've been told."

"Good." He laughs and ruffles my hair.

I duck from his hands. "Hey!"

"By the way, you look cute today."

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"Man, I love pizza." Jungkook bites his 4th slice.

"Stop taking all of it." Seokjin scolds and grabs another slice.

"Don't worry, guys." I laugh. "We can always get more. I wouldn't mind going back again."

I wink at Namjoon and he laughs.

Next to him, I notice Hoseok giving me a cold glare.

I glance at his plate and his pizza was untouched.

"Is there something wrong with the pizza, Hoseok?" I ask him.

He continues giving me a cold stare and looks away with a shrug. "Nothing to concern you. Don't bother."

Sigh.

I wipe my lips with a tissue and stand up.

"I'll be in my room." I excuse myself from the table.

"Emi?" Namjoon calls my name.

I walk out of there and headed for my room.

You don't want me at the table? That's alright. I was finished eating anyways.

I walk into the bathroom to prepare for bed earlier than usual.

I take off all my makeup and cleansed my face. I put my hair in messy braids and changed into some pajamas.

I climb into bed and sat there with my legs to my chest.

Hoseok doesn't want me here, does he?

My father needs to hurry back, so I don't have to stay here anymore.

I know I can't be weak or stressed.

That's the last thing Father would want.

But sometimes, I can't help it.

I hear the door shut from downstairs.

Hm, they're leaving already?

Then it's just me and the cold guy.

I wasn't tired at all, so I just stared into space as my mind wanders into dangerous spots.

No, no. I'm sure my father is alright.

He barely checks his phone while he's working anyway, so that's most likely why he hasn't called.

A knock on my door interrupts me.

"Yes?" I shout.

Hoseok opens the door and walks inside, closing the door behind him.

"You need anything?" I mumble to him.

"Some answers." He gave me a cold stare.

I hate his cold stare. Makes me feel like I just stole his legs or something.

I rest my head on my knees, facing down. "What?"

"Why did you leave the table like that?" He loudly asks. "That was incredibly rude of you. Totally insensitive to the guests and to me!"

"Do you ever think about what you say before you say it?" I spit out, returning his glare.

"Lower-"

"You gave me this look when I asked about your food and you responded in a way that made it clear that you did not want me at the table!" I get off my bed and point to myself. "I'm trying to endure whatever rude thing you say to me, but I've had enough!"

"I'm giving you a house, Emi!"

"Yes, and I'm thankful! But, what do you have against me? I've been good to you, haven't I? At least I try to! Do you hate me? Because if you do, I'll just go back to being homeless!"

"Homeless? You'll go back?" He walks closer to me with his hands on his waist.

"Y-Yes, I would." I bite my bottom lip.

"You'll give up this amazing house, this room, all the clothes and makeup, your only shelter....just because I'm being a little harsh on you?"

"Hoseok, I know you don't want me here." I mumble. "Why else would you toss me around like I'm back to being your assistant?"

"You know what? Fine. Go ahead. You want to leave so badly, then leave. I'll give you until tomorrow morning and I expect for you to be gone."