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"E-fucking-scuse me!?" Taemin yells after I tell him what happened at the movies.

"Yeah." I shrug, munching on one the Munchies bag he brought me.

"How dare he hurt my precious little mochi. His balls will suffer as I chop them off and shove them down his throat until he chokes and suffers. I will grab silly string and spray it in his eyes until he's blind. I will explode bombs so he's deaf! I will-" His empty threats are cut off when Namjoon knocks on the door and awkwardly clears his throat.

"Oh, hi Joonie."  Taemin waves.

"Hey Taemin, Jiminie, how are you feeling?"  He asks as he walks in the room and sits next to me on the bed. We watch as Taemin continues to pace back and forth, munching on Doritos, still spilling empty threats. 

"Did you need something?" I ask, popping Cheetos into my mouth.

"Well, I don't need anything, it's Jungkook. He told us what you looked like when you came in after school and he's still worried." Namjoon rubs the back of his neck.

"Did he send you here for himself?" I giggle.

"Yeah." He blushes.

"Awe you're such a good hyung." I ruffle his hair.

"Hey, I'm still older than you." He pouts, taking my hand off his head and blowing in my face quickly.

"Ahem." Taemin clears his throat. We look over at Taemin who's leaning on one hip, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. Sassy.

"I'm still here." He frowns with a little pout.

"Uh- right sorry. I'll go, Jimin you should talk to Kookie soon." Namjoon points a finger at me before leaving the room. I immediately shoot my gaze over at Taemin who is looking at his fingernails. 

"Ahem." I dramatically clear my throat like he did minutes ago. He looks up and me and grins.

"Hi Joonie." I mimic his words when Namjoon came in. "What the hell was that about? You acted like a school girl!" I throw my hands in the air. (and wave 'em like I just don't care.)

"What are you getting on about? School girl my ass." He scoffs, coming to sit beside me on the bed.

"Oh my god." I whisper gasp, putting my hands over my mouth.

"What now miss drama queen?" He rolls his eyes.

"YOU LIKE NAMJOON!!!" I scream, hoping a certain someone will hear.
He looks at me with an emotionless face, lips in a tight, thin line, eyes dull and tired, a look of 'are you fucking kidding me?' on his face.

"No I don't." He rolls his eyes and stands up.

"Hey why'd you switch to Korean!?" I groan and fall back on my bed.

"I'm in Korea aren't I? Why not speak the language." He shrugs, trailing his fingers on a figurine on my desk.

"Let's go downstairs, I want to spend time with your roommates." He grins evilly.

"Oh no, you don't get to grin evilly at me like that. Don't forget, I know you like the back of my hand Taemin." I point an accusing finger at him and crinkle my nose. He groans and rolls his eyes, walking towards the door.

"Dumbass." He grumbles as he exits the door.

"Why you little- get back here!" I shout, running after him. His heavy footsteps are heard right before his amazing laughter fills the house.

"That's the first swear word you taught me in Korean! Don't think I don't know you dumbass!!" I laugh-yell, chasing him off the stairs and into the living room.

"You'll never catch me shortie." He sticks his tongue out, standing behind the small coffee table, the only thing between us.

"I'm not short, and you wanna bet?" I grin, taking a step closer.

"You catch me, you get a gift. I catch you, you give me whatever I want." He chuckles darkly.

"Bet." I say confidently, plunging towards him. He shoots the opposite direction and runs out the living room. I chase after him quickly, watching as he swings open a door and runs down a staircase. I pause, not sure if we should go down there. I've never been downstairs in this house... but I need to catch him. I gulp down the lump in my throat and walk down the stairs, my hand tightly gripping the cold railing.

It gets darker the further I go down, not a lot of light seeping through from upstairs and no windows to be seen. A small light hangs from the top of the ceiling while I see other small red and white lights like computers or cables are near by.

"Taemin?" I ask, stepping over a pair of shoes. "Taemin where did you go?" I groan, not wanting to be in the dark any longer, I absolutely hate it. I trip over something, looking down and seeing tennis rackets. What the hell?

"Okay Taemin come out so I can catch you." I sigh, wrapping my arms around my stomach as a way to comfort myself. Just as I take a step, the door upstairs slams shut. I yelp, turning to look at the only useful source of light now gone.

"Taemin, you know I don't like the dark, quit it." I say harshly, trying not to let my shaky voice through. Something snaps and the hairs on arms and legs shoot up, goosebumps washing over my entire body. Another snap and my heart starts racing so fast and loud you could hear it upstairs. 

Another snap. "Taemin stop it." I bite.

"It's not Taemin." A dark voice says back. That's not Taemin's and it's not any of the boys. 

"Oh fuck off I'm gonna die." I put a hand over my mouth and hold my breath, hoping the door will magically open and I can bolt upstairs. Another snap and I whip my head around just in time to see a shadow hide behind something. I realize silent tears are streaming down my face as they clash onto my hand over my mouth.

My heart is beating so fast it hurts. It feels like I'm being shot every millisecond straight through my chest. My body immediately tenses up as I sense a presence behind me. I let out a strangled sob by accident and hold my breath even more, clenching my teeth and lips together so tight I might break something.  It's silent for a few more seconds, my painful heartbeat now heard in my ear

"Boo." They whisper in my ear, putting their hands on my shoulders. My knees go weak, trembling so badly I collapse. I'm expecting to hit cold basement ground, except a carpet, and another person, their arms wrapping around me.

"No! Let me go!" I scream, trashing away from the person's grip. My trembling legs don't help at all in this situation.

"Jimin stop! It's okay!" They say, holding their arms around my stomach and pulling me against them.

"Stop! Let me go! Just let me go!" I cry, a steady river of tears falling down my face.

"Jiminie it's me, calm down." Taemin.
I stop thrashing, falling limp in his arms. Suddenly, the lights turn on, blinding me as my eyes had gotten use to the dark. Small, unsteady whimpers and heaves of breath come out of me as I sniffle and try catching my breath.

"It's okay, I'm here, you're safe. I'm sorry." He rubs my sides as he nuzzles his head into my neck.

"Jimin?" I open my eyes and look up, seeing Taehyung standing there with Jungkook. The others behind them, standing on a step each looking at us.

"What's going on?" Jin asks, walking off the step he was on, right to the ground and walking over. I try to explain but they come out as blubbers and whines.

"Jimin and I were playing a game when I came down here. I ran into Taehyung and Jungkook and I quickly set up a plan. We shut off the lights and scared Jimin." Taemin explains, his voice vibrations traveling to my back.

"W-why didn't i-it sound l-like th-them?" I ask in broken sighs, my body shaking uncontrollably.

"There's a microphone that can change up your voice." Jungkook says guiltily.

"But hey Jimin." Taemin taps my thigh. I let out a hum, staring at the ground as I process the new information.

"I caught you." He says, grin evident in his voice. I freeze and stop moving and breathing again.

"You did all this.... to catch me?" I ask, my tone darkening drastically.

"Y-yeah." He mumbles. I put and look at Jin.

"Jin-hyung." I cry, jutting my bottom lip out. He nods his head and walks over, lightly taking Taemin's hands off from around my stomach and effortlessly picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, I rest my head on his shoulder and hug him tightly. 

"Hoseok, can you scold them please? Joon, come with me." Jin sighs and walks upstairs, Namjoon following close behind. He closes the door just as Hoseok starts yelling, Yoongi watching from a distance. Jin walks to the living room and sits on the couch with me straddling his lap as he rubs my back. I feel Jin mouth something to Namjoon as I hear him leave.

"Are you okay baby?" Jin asks softly, rubbing circles on my back. I let out a whimper and hug him tighter.

"Why would he do that?" I ask quietly.

"I'm not sure, but Hoseok will put him in his place don't worry." He sighs as Namjoon walks back in. Jin grabs something, telling me to lean back a bit. He fills the empty space between us with a bowl of chocolate ice cream.  I look over at Namjoon and smile.

"Thank you." I smile. He ruffles my hair, saying a quick 'you're welcome' before turning on the TV.

"What movie do you wanna watch?" Namjoon asks me. I put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, thinking hard resulting in my nose crinkling a little.

"Lion King." I nod my head, sure of my decision. He quickly puts it on and grabs a blanket, throwing it over Jin and I.

"I'm going to see what Hoseok has done, hopefully he hasn't killed anyone." Namjoon sighs.

"Wouldn't that be Yoongi?" I ask through some ice cream.

"... yes." Joon says quietly, looking at the ground like he's been told something crazy.

"Just go you dork." Jin laughs, shooing him out of the living room.

"Right, bye." Namjoon scurries out the room.
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Namjoon's POV

"Did he buy it?" Hoseok asks as soon as I arrive downstairs again.

"Yeah, good job." I grin.

"I'm sorry to make you guys do this." Taemin sighs.

"It's fine, if it's for Jimin, we'll do anything." Taehyung grins.

When Jimin told Taemin what happened lately,  Taemin immediately came to us and asked for help. He wants to have a 'chat' with Jackson but in order to do that he has to have Jimin mad at him. 

Okay who am I kidding, chat means fight. Taemin is going to fight Jackson and most likely get a bruise or two. Jimin needs to be mad at Taemin in order to be okay with it. He told us that's what always happened in Canada. Jimin will most likely say, "you deserved it."

"Are you sure you're okay with doing this?" Taemin asks again, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah don't worry Taemin. We have your back, and Jimin's, always." I put a hand on his shoulder. A small blush spreads across his cheeks and I mentally smirk.

"That's Namjoon." He smiles.

"Anytime Tae." I grin back.