Darkness fills my vision, clouding my mind as the world before me shifts and pulses with static. The bars of the cage surrounding me dig into my flesh even as I pull my knees closer into my chest, head resting upon them. The cage is too small, I can't sit up, nor can I extend my legs, causing my muscles to scream in agony. My six-year-old frame shivers in terror, unable to make a sound for fear of the dark and what lay beyond. The stench of my own bodily excrements engulf me, causing my eyes to water. Slowly a sliver of light invades the all encompassing darkness as a door is opened in front of me. I begin to be filled with panic. As terrified as I am of the dark I know that what waits for me behind that light is ten times worse. The large and rather potbellied outline of a man grows closer and closer until, suddenly, a pair of sneering eyes and crooked yellow teeth fill my vision.

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I sit up screaming. Six bodies frantically scramble to enter my bedroom, heads looking around frantically for the cause of my scream. There are mixed reactions as the boys realize that there isn't any sign of danger within my room. Yoongi looks peeved.

"What the fuck Emmy?! You got a reason for scaring the piss out of us at three in the morning?!" His hands are folded across his chest, looking down at me with contempt.

Jin just barrels right past Yoongi to sit on the bed beside me as I swing my legs around to sit upon the edge. He takes my hands in his, using his thumb to rub slow circles into the backs of them. "Don't worry about him, he's just a grumpy old man-"

"Yah! I am NOT an old man!" Yoongi shouts indignantly.

"Don't interrupt, it's rude." Jin is giving Yoongi that eye. You know, the one your mom gives to you when you're being a little shit? The rapper frowns in return.

"What's wrong Emmy?" Jin asks me kindly. "Did you have a nightmare?" I am unable to respond with anything but a hesitant nod. "Do you want to talk about it?"

The others are huddled around me gazing softly at me in sympathy. Even Yoongi softens as he registers the absolute terror still shining in my eyes. He kneels down on the floor in front of me and takes one of my hands for himself. A drop of moisture falls onto his hand, and it is only then that I realize I am crying.

"It's nothing, just some stupid shit that happened in the past. I have nightmares about it occasionally, it's not really anything to be worried about." I try to be convincing. I really do. The sniffling doesn't help.

Out of nowhere Taehyung launches himself at me, accidentally kneeing Yoongi in the nose and sending me reeling backwards. I land with my back upon the bed and the blonde haired goof-ball splayed half on top of me as he snuggles his face into my neck. "Don't be sad Emmy!"

There is a rather loud growl as the boy is suddenly ripped from my person. "Watch your boundaries pabo!" Yoongi yells as he deposits the boy on his ass.

"Tae is right though. Don't be sad Emmy" J-Hope says as he leans forward to pat my hair.

"Yeah! No tears." Jimin adds as he hugs me gently.

I laugh softly, the happiness not quite reaching my eyes. "Thanks guys. But really I'm fine."

The boys all shuffle out of my room to return to their own rooms and their own beds. All save for Min Yoongi. He pulls me into his arms as he sits upon my bed. I sit like that, on his lap with my legs to either side and my head tucked into the junction between his shoulder and neck, and cry. His arms tighten and his chin comes to rest upon my head as he allows me to cry it out on the skin exposed by his baggy t-shirt. Before long I cry myself to sleep. Yoongi maneuvers me back onto my bed and tucks me in. He places a kiss upon my forehead, and makes to leave, but my hand shoots out and grabs the hem of his shirt, halting his efforts. When he looks behind him I am giving him such a scared expression. He sighs. The rapper then turns around and climbs into my bed and under the sheets before laying on his side and drawing me in closer. He wraps his arms around me, crushing my back to his chest. The two of us fall into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.

Morning arrives, and with it the smell of bacon and eggs permeating the condo. I sit up groggily, rubbing the sleep film out of my eyes. Ahhhh, that smell really is heavenly. I attempt to rise from the bed, still half in a sleep induced stupor, but an arm shoots out and around my waist. "Ugghhhh staaaayyy" Yoongi groans. He twists as he pulls me back down and into the bed, arms and legs wrapping around my body much like an octopus. He has me effectively trapped.

"At this rate they are going to have to invent a new shade of red, just for me" I muse as I feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

I am really hungry...And I don't want to leave, but bacon.... I decide that bacon is far more important than the boy currently using me as a full body pillow and manage to free myself from his tentacular grasp.

Apparently life with BTS is never dull. My stumbling into the kitchen scares Hobi shitless and results in one of the girliest screams I have ever heard. I am almost amused when the already chipper boy flails his arms in fright, loses his balance, and falls off of the barstool he had been seated upon landing flat on his ass on the cold tile floor. Almost.

But it is far too early for this shit. I am NOT a morning person.

Who the fuck is that bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this early in the morning?

Answer, I am looking at him.

I sit with a "hmph" in Hobi's now vacant seat. He begins to object, but I stuck out my tongue at him.

"Don't you stick that tongue out at me!" He smiles in a not so innocent manner, hands out as if I am a toddler and he is coming to get me like the tickle monster.

"Yeah, I could think of plenty things you could be doing with that tongue besides sticking it out at Hobi," Jimin implies, eyebrows wagging as he enters the kitchen.

I stick my tongue out at Jimin this time.

Jin, who had been rather zoned out, begins to dish out plates filled with bacon, sausage, eggs, and toast. After placing a particularly heaped plate in front of me he leans on the island counter, chin in hands as he tells me "I know it must be scary, your first day here in Korea. I thought maybe if I made an American style breakfast it might help ease you into your first day" I smile. Kim Seokjin really is just too thoughtful.

"You're so sweet Jin, thank you!" He smiles at me in return, not moving an inch as he watches me scarf down my breakfast.

"Ahhh it's so nice to have someone around who enjoys food as much as I do! Prepare yourself Emmy-ah I am going to feed you well!" Jin exclaims, bliss seeping from his tone. So this is why he is so happy. He must have remembered how voraciously I ate last night. "What do you want to eat tonight? You name it, I'll make it!"

"Honestly I really like curry..." I reply shyly. I am not used to people basing their choices or actions around my desires. It is a weird, if not pleasant, feeling.

"Ahhhhh! Emmy-ah wants curry, curry it will be!" The smile on the eldest boy is contagious and before long I am smiling too.

There is something in Jin's sentence that I didn't understand however, and it piques my curiosity. "What does it mean when you add that 'ah' to the end of my name?" I ask.

"Oh, that? It means we're siblings now. You're one of us now, like it or not you're my little sister." He sticks his tongue out at me. As if I'd protest.

I actually begin to tear up a little, and Jin becomes panicked.

"Yah! You weren't meant to cry!" He really doesn't seem to know what to do. I can't blame him for being puzzled.

"I'm sorry Jin, it's just... I've always wanted a family." There is a wide smile on my face, and yet I am sniffling and wiping at my eyes with the back of my sweatshirt. The statement would have struck the boy as odd, if he were not perceptive. The circumstances under which our mutual and grumpy friend has brought me here are more than indicative enough of a special situation.

"Don't apologize pabo, there's nothing to apologize for as long as they're tears of joy. Just imagine how much you'd hurt my reputation if someone found out I made a cute girl sad," he teases. I can't understand how I have become so lucky. Maybe a lifetime of crap meant that I'd been saving up on good karma? Jin leans in to ruffle my head as I clear my eyes.

Suddenly I am being pulled like a ragdoll again. I already know who it is. Yoongi pulls me straight off of my barstool and into his arms. He is hugging me tightly from behind, head dropping down to nuzzle my neck. "You shouldn't be awake when I'm not..." He whines. I am pretty sure that I just invented a new shade of crimson on the spot.

After that fiasco Jin shows me around the condo. He shows me where each of the members rooms are, the bathrooms, the washroom, and the fire escape route. He walks me through what my day to day duties will be, from simply keeping the condo clean and in good repair, to washing laundry and running errands when needed. I wonder if I am honestly needed, the place is already so spotless. If I am being honest with myself, I feel slightly bad. I didn't get this job based on merit, or even need. I am only here because Min Yoongi wants me to be.

Before leaving for the studio each of the boys gives me a hug and reminds me not to allow anyone inside the apartment. "I don't care if they say they are relatives, don't let them in. Okay Emmy?" Yoongi eyes me sternly, as if to assess my understanding.

I merely nod. I understand clearly. "Be safe and work hard!" The boys grin as they file out of the door. "But don't work too hard!" I yell from the front step as I wave them off. I make my way back into the condo and take a look around. Honestly, there isn't very much for me to do. As per Jin's schedule today isn't really anyone's laundry day, and the whole place is already immaculate. This is what I am paid to do, however, so I roll up the sleeves on my sweat shirt and get to work.

I wash the dishes, and the windows before dusting, sweeping, vacuuming and mopping. I wipe down the baseboards and scrub the toilets, sinks, and bathtubs. It isn't until hours into my solitude that I notice that I forgot to do the one thing that actually needed to be done. Trash. It needs to be taken out. Unfortunately I really don't know where the dumpster is. Either nobody expected me to take out the trash or the ever mindful Jin had forgotten to fill me in on this one detail. I sigh. This means going outside. I don't really want to go outside.

As I step out of the apartment, trash bag in hand, I once again lament my fate. It is starting to get cold outside, and I don't really have the proper clothing for this kind of weather. Nevertheless, duty is duty. With every intention of just wandering around until I found the dumpster I begin to walk, but I hadn't realized just how big this place really was. The answer? Holy shit! In a stroke of luck, however, someone else just happened to be taking out trash at the same time as me. It isn't until after I stop them, asking where the dumpster might be, that I realize I don't speak Korean. This person might not speak English. Lady luck really seems to be on my side for once though, as the man excitedly chatters my ears off in English as he shows me the way. Unfortunately for this poor sod, I'm not really a pleasantries kind of person. So after a curt but polite "Thank you" I turn back around, heading to the condo.

I don't expect anyone to be there waiting for me, so I am taken aback by the appearance of a rather short and petite woman with a caramel colored bob standing on the front step angrily pressing the condo's buzzer. "Why won't anyone answer me?!" I freeze when she notices me. "You! You're the help yes? Let me in! Honestly, have you any idea who I am? How dare you make me wait?!" She taps her foot at me in annoyance, arms folded across her chest. Displeasure rolls off of this bitch in waves. But I don't care. I'd been given specific instruction not to let anyone in.

"I'm sorry, but I'm under direct orders not to let anyone into the home while the boys are gone. I'm afraid you'll have to come back when they are home." I say, as politely as is humanly possible, especially considering that her very face annoys me endlessly. I hate snobby people.

"I'm sorry, I don't think you heard me properly, this is not a request, it's a demand! I'm Lee SoonMi, Min Yoongi's childhood friend, and you will let me into this condo!"

"No. No I will not. I'd really hate to remove you by force, but I will so I suggest that you leave." This bitch is really pushing my buttons. All of four foot nothing and she wants to try to intimate me? All five feet and seven inches of me? I could easily toss her over my shoulder! For fucks sake, she doesn't look like she could tear her way out of a wet paper bag! But I am determined to be civil for the boy's sake. I don't want to think about how disappointed they'd be if I lose my temper.

"Well I never!" The childish brunette stomps her feet and huffs. Any minute now I am hoping that she will realize that I simply will not budge and leave. I don't have to wait long. "I'll make sure Yoongi Oppa hears about this, and when he does you are so fired!" How mature.

I am finally able to enter the condo after she leaves, but there is literally nothing else to do. I resolve myself to waiting for the boys to return. I really don't intend to fall asleep on the couch. "Just gonna rest my eyes...." a huge yawn is released from inside of me "just for a little while...."

When I awaken the first thing that I notice is that it was hot. Too hot. I try to kick off the blanket but there is something rather large keeping it in place. "Wait, I don't remember having a blanket..." I manage to shimmy my way into turning only to come face to face with one slumbering Min Yoongi. I am quickly becoming used to the levels of skin ship that Yoongi instigates. I sigh dreamily and snuggle in closer. All of my stirring causes Yoongi to wake, only partially, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me in closer and nuzzling the side of my face with his own. The both of us are back to sleep in no time.

When the boys arrive home Yoongi and I are still passed out on the couch cuddled together. "Jiiiiinnn!!! What's for dinner??!! I'm starving!!!" Taehyung, ever the loud mouth, shouts. As if Jin couldn't hear him, from right beside him.

"You guys shhhhh," Jimin whispers, forefinger to his mouth while his other hand beckons the group closer. "Look at this."

They shuffle closer to the couch to find the two of us entangled in one another's arms. The guys stand around, quietly cooing over how cute the two of us are. At least, they were, until Tae decided to ruin it.

"YAH! Emmy, I want cuddles toooooo!!!!!" The boy whines as he plops down on the spacious couch. He maneuvers himself behind me, who is laying in the back and wraps his arms around me from behind causing the sleeping Yoongi to be pushed to the very edge of the couch. I mumble sleepily, before turning around, not even aware that in my sleep I am now holding a very happy Taehyung instead of the now sullen Yoongi. Who, may I mention, is now wide awake and glaring quite angrily at Tae who hasn't even the decency to look remotely sorry.

Taehyung smirks at his hyung and sticks out his tongue. To make matters worse the golden haired boy proceeds to wrap his arms around me and wiggle. Yoongi's eyes darken. "I'm going to throttle you if you don't get up, right now. I've already told you," Yoongi's gaze narrows at the younger man, "she's mine."

The rest of the boys begin to grow slightly uncomfortable. A little ribbing here and there is perfectly acceptable, normal even but Tae is taking this to a whole new level and it's strange. Taehyung is usually just as afraid of Yoongi as the rest of the boys. Yoongi lunges for Taehyung, only to be pulled back by Jungkook at Jin's command.

"Yoongi, do you really want to wake Emmy-ah? She must have worked so hard today, look at how peacefully she's sleeping!" Jin whispers, trying to distill the tension in the room before it gets out of hand. The boys have all seen Yoongi angry before, but it has never been anything like this.

"Yah! That's the fucking point! She's sleeping in his arms! She doesn't even know it! He's fucking cuddle-raping her!"

Jin seriously wants to face palm. "What about you then, pabo? Was she awake and conscious when you laid down to cuddle?"

The rapper loses some of his steam then. Apparently he can not, in fact, say she had been so he chooses to say nothing at all.

"And Tae, get up! I need your help in the kitchen," Jin commands. The boys groan. Last time Jin allowed Tae into the kitchen they'd needed five fire extinguishers, a three week stay at a hotel, and thousands of dollars in renovations.

"Hyung," Jimin speaks up hesitantly "I'm not so sure that's a good idea...." The silver haired boy brightens considerably with the arrival of a sudden idea. One that can possibly save them all. "But I could really use Tae's help with VLive. Army has been asking us to do one together for a couple days now." Mochi Jimin is back and in full effect.

"I don't wanna." Taehyung pouts. "When is the next time I'll get to hold Emmy like this?" He thinks to himself. "It isn't fair, Yoongi is always hogging her all to himself. I like Emmy too," but the boy knew he had to get up. I groan as the golden haired boy gently unhooks my arms from his person before rolling over onto my back and flailing my arms above me.

Jimin takes pity on the poor boy, having noticed how distressed and sad he looks. "Cheer up Tae, maybe later you and Emmy can do something fun together" he whispers to him. Both boys stand ramrod straight as Yoongi eyes them suspiciously. After watching the grumpy idol turn around and walk away the pair giggle into their hands like a pair of school girls.

"I know just the thing," Tae whispers. "but we're gonna need Hobi's help." Jimin really should have feared for his life a little more when he saw Tae's mischievous smirk.

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"Emmy. Emmy! Wake up! It's time for dinner!" Tae is shaking me excitedly. He has big plans after dinner. Plans that revolve around making me laugh until I piss myself. That is one of his many specialties after all. However, no matter how much the boy shakes, I simply refuse to wake up. The prankster looks around to verify his cover before leaning down to whisper huskily in my ear. "If you don't get up I'll kiss you."

"I'm up!" And indeed I am. I bolt upright so fast that I ended up bashing skulls with Tae, who falls on his ass with a yell. "Owwwww" I moan as I rub my head.

Tae it seems, is much quicker to recover than I am. He grabs my hand, excitement oozing from his pores as he pulls me towards the kitchen. "Promise me something?" He asks as he looks at me with an adorably innocent expression. Awww, how can I say no to that?

"Right now I would promise you almost anything, so stop. Just tell me what you want." I am a little flustered. This boy is far too cute and innocent for his own good. If only I knew...

"After dinner come spend some time with Hobi, Chim, and I?" It really is just too freaking adorable that he seems so nervous. Like I would say no.

"I don't see why not," I say with an encouraging smile.

Taehyung is absolutely glowing as he drags me into the dining room. He leads me to a chair before plopping himself down in a chair next to me. Dinner is rather uneventful for the most part. In fact nothing gets broken, nobody falls down... I am surprised at this point to find out that even Bangtan can have a normal dinner. Aside from Yoongi and Taehyung glaring daggers at each other through the whole meal. I am so used to the constant hilarity that the boys have thus far provided, so this feels odd.

One by one the boys begin to excuse themselves, until all that remains is Yoongi, Tae, Jin, and myself. I turn to Tae, "So, what is it that we are going to do?"

"Absolutely nothing, that's what. Emmy isn't here to spend time with us, and you have other things you need to be doing." Yoongi scowls at the golden haired boy. Taehyung's previously ecstatic face suddenly looks so crestfallen.

"That's not fair Yoongi-hyung!" Tae really does seem rather upset. "I really want to spend time with Emmy too! Why do you keep hogging her?!" Tae is glaring at the elder man now. The two stare at each other, neither refusing to give an inch. As always, Jin ends up the mediator.

"Yoongi, stop. Don't you want Emmy-ah to be happy here? Can you not imagine how uncomfortable you are making her? She's a part of the family now, but you don't want any of us to bond with her? That doesn't seem fair, to her or to us. You brought her into this household that we all share. You really need to stop being so possessive with her! Didn't you think about this beforehand?" It is the first time I have ever seen Jin pissed. It's a lot scarier than I would have thought it could be.

"Hyung, you know how I feel about this, and no one has respected that at all! Why are you all being like this?!" Yoongi is absolutely livid.

Taehyung notices the way I begin to shake and cower before the other two and throws his own voice into the fray in an attempt to stop them. They are scaring me. Unfortunately Tae's voice being added to the yelling match doesn't help.

"Enough!" I stand quickly, chair falling over as I slam my palms onto the beautiful oak table. Finally, they notice that I am shaking. "I am not some toy for you to fight over, nor do I have any interest in you telling me who I can and can't hang out with, Min Yoongi! If this is the way things are going to be then maybe it'd be best if I go back to America." At this point my face falls. "Why couldn't we all just get along?" I ask myself. "I get it. My presence here is bringing nothing but problems and I hate being a problem. It won't take me long to pack." Tears are leaking out now, betraying my attempt at appearing calm and composed. I spin around, every intention of packing my shit and paying a visit to Bang SiHyuk.

But Tae grabs my wrist at exactly the same time that Yoongi extends his arm. The blue haired idol falters as Taehyung pulls, causing me to end up crashing into his chest. He holds me there tightly as tears roll down his own cheeks. "Please don't go Emmy."

He hugs me so sincerely in that moment that my own heart breaks. As I sob into Taehyung's shirt, Yoongi's eyes widen, hand still outstretched and reaching for me, before softening fractionally in defeat. His hand drops silently as his own heartbeat pounds in his ears. Those were supposed to be his arms around my body. Yoongi's fire has gone out completely, the flames snuffed by the realization that he is the one that made me cry. Jin doesn't even need to escort him out. He makes his way to his bedroom on his own, slamming the door in frustration.

"I won't let you leave Emmy-ah" Jin says as he joins the hug. "I'm stuck with all these smelly men all the time, I need you to remind me that the opposite gender actually exists! Besides, I always wanted a little sister!" He pouts playfully at me. "So you can't abandon me now!" I simply nod my head, still unsure as to whether me being here is really a good thing.

"I know!" Taehyung grabs my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks. "Hobi-Hyung and Jiminie pabo are probably waiting for us!" I swear this boy never runs out of energy. What is his secret? If I could bottle that.... Shit. We are running down the hall hand in hand when suddenly Hobi pops out of Tae's bedroom wearing a corset and a feather boa.

This is how I die. I am pretty sure I am already dead, and this is some kind of... well, honestly words can't even describe the situation before me right now. I am rolling on the floor with laughter and clutching my sides as Taehyung and Hobi put on a mock fashion show, all for my benefit. Jimin is on music, and honestly he doesn't seem to be faring much better than myself. When Taehyung steps out of his closet in a tutu and a halo I'm pretty sure I see the light. I am laughing so hard as he saunters the length of his bedroom before turning to me and bending over to blow me a kiss. Too much. These boys are just too much sometimes. By the time he exits and Hoseok re-enters wearing a onesie and a fucking bonnet I am already to the point of tears. I'm fairly certain that if I laugh anymore I am going to vomit.

Hoseok has just made it to the end of the imaginary runway and shoots me with a finger gun when a loud slam reverberates through Taehyung's bedroom. Everyone files out and into the living room to see what's going on, Jimin and myself clinging to each other as our sides still hurt from all the laughter. "Damn it," I groan inwardly. It's that bitch of a gnome from earlier.

She saunters over to the four of us, grinning like a cat who got the canary. "If I were you I would fire her immediately. She had the gall to refuse me entrance to the condo earlier today!" My blood runs cold as she puts on her best fake pout. Due to the introduction of her voice into the air my dinner is threatening to make a comeback.

"SoonMi, why are you here?" Jin has only just arrived and is eyeing the girl warily. It doesn't escape my notice that he completely ignores her statement, which brings me no end of relief. From the stances that the rest of the boys have adopted and the hard looks on their faces I am guessing that they don't care much for this brat.

"What, oppa? Can't I visit my best friend?" She smiles at Jin innocently, but Jin's reaction indicates that he feels anything but reassured. "Ooooh speak of the devil! Yoongi-oppa!!!" She begins jumping excitedly as she waves to the object of her attentions. When she darts off towards Yoongi like a bullet, the rest of the group sighs with relief.

I turn to look at the two of them interacting, and somehow the image of her clinging his arm to her breasts makes my stomach lurch. The midget drags my best friend to his bedroom, and disappears behind the door with a click.

"Ahh guys, I'm not feeling so well. I think... I'm gonna head to bed." I smile half-heartedly to the boys as I turn back around. They all shuffle in for a hug before wandering off to begin their own nightly rituals. All save for Tae who remains behind in order to whisper into my ear.

"Don't let her bully you Emmy. The rest of us won't stand for it, so promise me that if she does anything to make you unhappy you'll tell us. Promise?" I smile gently and nod my head. Tae seems to be pretty adept at reading my emotional state, even if he doesn't always know how to respond. Sometimes, like just now, he really hits the nail on the head though. Have I really only been with these boys for one day? Somehow it seems like so much longer that I have known Jin and Taehyung.

"I promise, Tae." He lets me go with a gentle squeeze, allowing me to walk away. How could he tell me that he had a really bad feeling?

With zero intentions of disturbing anyone else I quickly make my way to the bathroom, my only intention of brushing my teeth before bed. As I brush the good old pearly whites I think about the fight that I'd had with Yoongi earlier, and his pushy childhood friend. Would he really fire me if she asks? Why does her relationship with Min Yoongi mean jack squat to me? Was it because he had called me his best friend? Maybe that's what it is. Yeah, that is definitely it. Maybe it's all just a misunderstanding.

And even if it wasn't, wasn't it possible to have more than one best friend? You decided to put a little faith in Yoongi. You were sure that he cared about you. Right? After wiping your mouth you turned on your heel, intent on retreating to the fluffy fortress that was your bed. The door opened, however, and before you stood the queen bitch herself, SoonMi with a cup of coffee in hand. "I wouldn't get cocky if I were you. You won't be here for long." Anger was etched onto the short girls face as she glared at you. Yoongi must have refused to fire you. What else would have her panties so far up her ass? Apparently this brat didn't like being denied anything.

You realized that you were going to have to play nice with this child, and for right now, the nicest thing you could do was to ignore her. Bad choice. One minute you were taking the high road, and walking around the girl, and the next her coffee was all over your one and only BTS sweater. Fire lit up within your eyes as you changed trajectories, every intention of wiping that smug smirk off her face. And, of course, Yoongi would choose exactly that moment to enter the bathroom in search of his childhood friend.

The sight that greeted the young rapper was tense. SoonMi shot to his side as you continued to glare at her, eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Oppa! She made me spill my coffee and now she's threatening to hurt me!" She cried in an annoyingly shrill voice. Yoongi's eyes hardened as he looked at you.

"Emmy, you should apologize." You felt as if he'd slapped you. Your eyes widened in response, even as the bitch herself gave you that smug grin all over again. No, of course he wouldn't notice that. Of fucking course he wouldn't know that childhood friend was a psychotic asshat with a superiority complex. Is that how this shit always worked? What was this a fucking K-drama? You were not taking this shit.

"I will not!" You were livid, and hurt. He hadn't even asked if it was true! "Best friend my ass! You didn't even ask for my side of the story!"

His eyes softened then, as he watched you become increasingly more agitated. He reached out his hand to grab your own but you stepped away as if burned. "You know what? I hope you and your real bestie have a great night." You plowed straight through the two of them, bowling SoonMi over and shoulder clipping Yoongi's arm.

"And Yoongi, stay out of my bed, stay out of my room, and don't touch me anymore". You slammed the door behind you leaving a stupefied Yoongi frozen in shock. If he could have seen the tears in your eyes he would not have hesitated to chase after you, regardless of your words.