"I'm sorry! I'm so so so sorry!" I panic as I watch the boys stand frozen, covered in flour and batter.

"What harm can a 16 year old do huh Namjoon. He's worse than you." Yoongi scoffs as he shakes flour out of his hair and onto the messy ground.

"Oops?" Namjoon asks. 

What do they mean?

"What... happened?" Jay asks as he slowly walks into the messy kitchen.

"Well..."

Ooo flashback time

"Hey Jimin, can you make some more pancakes? They were really good and I've been dying for more." Jin walks into the kitchen as I'm bringing my plate in from lunch.

"Um, sure." I say and he walks back out. I shrug and get the flour, milk, sugar, butter and eggs out, and grab a big tin bowl. I put the eggs, butter, sugar and milk in, beating it together to make a fluffy, crystallized liquid substance.

"Okay... house of 7 kids but only one asked. But if one wants some them all wants some. I should make some for Minho and Jay too." I mumble to myself as I put on some music. I've loved listening to music when I cook.

"When you see me, when you touch me." I sing along to the song Taemin and I produced when I had just turned 16. He was in a filming class at our school and wanted me to write a song and sing it so he could make the music video for it. I happily agreed but I haven't watched that music video in forever. I do however still have the audio on my phone. 

"Just let me love, you, let me love, let me love you." I continue to sing along. I'm almost done the 6 cups of flour I need when I realize there's no more flour. I'm still 3 cups short. I look around the kitchen and spot a small bag of flour on the shelf nearby.

 I can reach that, I think.

 I walk over and stand on my tiptoes to try and reach it. My fingers graze past it and I stretch more.

"Almost got it!" I whisper to myself. Just as I grab it, I hear voices come in and startle me.

"Jimin, we were wondering if-" They stop short as the bag of flower in my hands is too heavy and I flip it backwards,  ripping it open. It falls all over the counter and onto the boys, hitting my bowl of batter and splashing it onto them.

"Oh my god! I exclaim as I run in front of them.

End of flashback

"Wow."  I can see Jay holding back a laugh which makes me feel even more guilty. I then hear a gasp and look over at Taehyung.

"You ruined my Gucci shirt and Saint Laurent jeans!!" He cries. He shoots his head up and looks at me angrily.

"Man, I just styled my hair. I wasn't supposed to shower for another 2 days!" Jungkook whines and gives me an annoyed look.

"S-sorry." I say as I step back. Big mistake as I slip on some batter and fall onto my butt.

"Ouch." I let out a whine, scrunching my face in pain.

"Okay, no one move till this is cleaned up." Jay says as someone comes in with a broom and mop. I stay still, my butt hurting a lot as well as my hands that tried breaking the fall. I stand up when I realize I'm sitting in batter the moping person has to clean up. I already know the back of my clothes are dirty which is embarrassing. Covering my hyungs is even more embarrassing. And whats even more super embarrassing is that they watched me fall and they just stared at me.

"You can move now. All of you go clean up." Jay sighs as he puts the dishes in the sink and starts wiping down the counter. I take this opportunity to escape and run past the 6 boys.

"Jimin!" They yell after me. I ignore them and run upstairs and into my room just as they run after me and up the stairs. I lock my door before they can get in.

"Open the door Jimin." I hear Yoongi knocking on the door.

"L-leave me alone." I say. They sigh through the door and the banging continues.

"Open the door Jimin!" Yoongi pleads again.

"I said leave me alone!" I yell this time. The banging stops and I cover my mouth. Shit... that's going to get me in trouble. I hear them walk away and I sigh as I think about locking myself in my room for the rest of eternity. I grab a new pair of clothes, my clothes, and quickly strip down, putting on my dark blue skinny jeans and over sized white sweater that falls off my shoulder. My mom got this for me when I was 14 and it still doesn't fit me.

Man I've really done it. I've covered them in flour and batter, ruined their probably $50,000 outfits and screamed at them. I'm definitely getting a beating.
I walk over to my window and open the doors, it leading to a little balcony. I look out and can see the ocean. It's still mid day, maybe around 2pm and the sun is shining brightly. I let the sun fall onto my skin, heating it up. I turn my face towards the sky and look up, squinting my eyes.

"I miss you guys." I say as I look back down. I feel a teardrop hit my hand and I wipe it away. I walk back inside and sit on my bed, bringing my knees to my chest. I sit in silence, wondering what to do now. That question is quickly answered when there's a knock at my door. 

"Who is it?" I ask quietly.

"It's Hoseok, can I come in?" He asks softly.

"Is it just you?" I ask as I get up.

"Yes." He says. He better be telling the truth. I unlock my door and slowly open it. 

He was telling the truth, it's just him.

 I let him inside and close the door again. I walk back to my bed and sit back down, bringing my knees to my chest once more.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"I wanted to ask if you were okay. You seemed pretty hurt when you fell." He walks over to me.

"My hands stopped hurting but my ass still hurts." I roll my eyes.

"Your hands were hurting?" He asks as he sits on the edge of my bed. I nod my head and he quickly grabs my hands, inspecting them as my legs fall in front of me.

"They're still a little red, you sure they're okay?" He asks concerned. I nod my head and look down.

"I'm sorry Yoongi was banging on the door. And I'm sorry Tae and Jungkook complained about themselves." He says.

"It's okay,  you shouldn't need to apologize for them." I shrug.

"Yeah but if they don't, I know it's done." He shrugs back with a little laugh. I look up and him and give him a small smile. He looks at me concerned.

"Were you crying?" He asks. I freeze then nod my head. How could he tell?

"Awe you don't need to cry, we aren't going to hurt you or anything." He holds my hands.

"I wasn't crying because of you guys. I was crying because of my parents." I say, feeling the tears coming back.

"Oh... can I know what happened to them?" He asks. I pause and debate whether to tell him or not. I mean one of them knowing doesn't hurt right?

"Promise not to tell the others?" I say as I look at him directly in the eyes.

"Promise." He says, keeping that eye contact.  I let out a sigh and tell him.

"My parents died in a car crash coming home from work the other night. I was called to the police station where I was told the news and met your dad. That's why I'm here." I explain. His grip on my hands loosen as he looks at me with pitiful eyes. Without saying anything he yanks me over to him and hugs me. I end up straddling him as he hugs me tighter. It kind of feels good.

"I'm so sorry." He says as he rubs my back. I soon feel a few tears start to fall and I hide my face in his shoulder. I let out a few sobs as I continue to miss them. I haven't really cried over them since I got here. I guess it's good that I'm doing it now, especially with someone. If I was alone I probably would've done something irrational. I urge myself to stop as I become a ball of sniffles.

"Thank you." I mumble into his shoulder.

"Any time." He whispers as he continues to rub my back. I suddenly hear my door open and I look up to see the other 5 boys. I quickly hide my face in the crook of Hoseok's neck and ball my fists in his shirt.

"Is he okay?" Jungkook asks as they walk in. Hoseok replies with a nod.

"He's sniffling, obviously he was crying." Yoongi scoffs, probably rolling his eyes.

"Jimin, why were you crying?" I hear Jungkook ask.

"Just misses his parents." Hoseok replies.

"Jimin, I know my brothers don't know English so I'm talking to you like this right now. I understand a lot of English and I understood what you told your friend over the phone about your parents. I'm really sorry." I hear Namjoon say. I look up and he's giving me a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks." I say back to him.

"What?" The others ask. Namjoon and I share a small laugh as we say 'Nothing.'

"Um Jimin we came in here to tell you not to worry about what happened. It was clearly an accident." Taehyung says in a new pair of clothes along with everyone else.

"Yeah, sorry again." I say quietly. 

"It's fine." Jin says. "But," 

Oh god. 

"You yelling at us is not fine. We're your hyungs, you respect us. I understand you were mad but I still feel like you should be punished." Jin crosses his arms.

"Ya hyung, go easy on him he just got here." Taehyung pleads to Jin. He just rolls his eyes and shoos everyone out. I'm left alone on my bed as Hoseok slips me off him and leaves with everyone else. It's only Jin and I in the room now.

"So.. what do you think a good punishment is for screaming hm?" He asks me as he stands in front of me.

"Umm.. candy?" I ask with a playful smile on my face, hoping to get out of this. He frowns and starts tapping his foot.

"I don't know!" I thrown my hands in the air and huff.

"Don't give me sass." He says.

"But I'm not g-" I start but am cut off by him shushing me.

"Hm...maybe I should spank you." He shrugs.

"Spank me? Are you kidding me, I'm not 5." I cross my arms.

"You act like a 5 year old." He comes back. Well there's no arguing there.

"Jin 1, Jimin 0." I mumble.

"Jin hyung." He corrects. I roll my eyes and immediately regret it as I remember I'm in trouble.

"Yeah, I'm spanking you." He says and walks over.

"What the hell no!" I say as I put my arms in front of me. He pushes my arms down with ease as he sits on my bed and pulls me over his lap, my stomach on his legs.

"Jin stop! This is ridiculous." I say as I try to squirm away. He holds an arm over my back and I can't move. I'm seriously cursing my body for being so light right now.

"You're already getting 3, don't make it 4." He says as he pulls my shirt up a bit. I feel him put a hand on my ass and wait.

"Jin hyung I'm sorry, don't hit me." I say as I lay there defeated.

"Hey, you used my name right and apologized. Hm.. I'll take away a slap, fair?" He asks as I feel his hand start to move on my jeans.

"F-fair." I say as I brace myself. Remind me not to piss this guy off. I feel his hand raise off my ass and I brace myself.... but nothing hits me. I wait... 5 seconds, 10 seconds.. nothing. I look back and Jin is sitting there looking at me with a smirk on his face.

"Did you really think I was going to slap you?" He chuckles as he pulls my shirt back down.

"Yeah?" I say confused.  He lifts his arm off my back and makes me straddle him.

"It's not my place to punish you, but I will if you're very bad. I just wanted you to know how capable I am of punishing. I'm not a pushover." He explains as he looks at me. Damn this guy is scary.

"So, I'm not in trouble?" I ask, tilting my head to the side. He chuckles and shakes his head.

"No Jiminie, you're not in trouble." He confirms. I let out a big sigh as I feel like the devil has given me air again.

"Oh thank god." I laugh as he stands up and let's me go.  I stand up with him as he chuckles.

"Let go find the others." He says.

"Okay." I walk in front of him towards the door. Before I can open it, I feel him lightly tap my butt.

"Just don't yell at us again." He winks. I'm rendered speechless and just open the door.  Okay then...