My dreams were surprisingly filled with vivid images of flowers, blue skies, and bright sunshine when I finally came to. It's been awhile since I've gotten a good nights sleep, and I could definitely get used to this feeling.

Without opening my eyes I let out a long yawn, rolling over and hugging my warm pillow. Aish, I wish I could stay in this position for the rest of my life. No worries, no responsibilities, just me and my bed.

That's right, me and my- WHAT? THIS ISN'T MY PILLOW?!

"AHHH!" I suddenly jump back after opening my eyes to a mysterious figure which causes them to wake with a start,

"WHA-WHAT?!" They roll off the bed, yelling just as I did with wide eyes.

"V?! WHAT ARE- sorry..." I clear my throat, not wanting to be the queen of jumping to conclusions, "what are you doing?"

His eyes dart back and forth rapidly giving me probable cause to be suspicious. That is until he gives me his squarish smile that could make anybody innocent.

"Last night I came to apologize for giving you the cold shoulder but you were asleep," He explains. I slowly raise my eyebrows since that didn't address the fact that he was literally in my bed.

"Oh, and you seemed to be having a nightmare so I was going to sleep over there but you grabbed my arm,"

"Me?"

He nods his head.

"I grabbed your arm?" That just doesn't seem like something I'd do. I rarely ask for help.

"Yeah, you were asleep of course," that explains a lot, "So I just slid under your covers. Don't worry though! We are like brother and sister,"

A small smile forms on my lips at his comparison. Ever since I was young I've always wanted a sibling. I didn't care whether they were a brother or sister or if they were younger or older, I just wanted someone who I could look after and they could look after me in return.

I never thought that dream would ever come true.

"Do you have nightmares often?" He cocks his head curiously at me.

"Hmmm," I breath out, "sort of,"

"What about?"

His eyes look so sincere that almost makes me spill everything to him. All my nightmares, all my troubles, and everything about Manager Hobeom. However, a loud knock at my door disrupts our little moment.

"Why is there yelling at 8am?!" Jimin's slightly annoyed voice pierces our ears.

"It's fine! Go back to sleep," I call back while watching V panic. Honestly, why is he so... different?

"Hyung! V hyung is missing!" We hear Jungkook exclaim from the hallway.

I let out a short sigh, opening my mouth to tell them where their friend really is. However V is quick to cover my mouth before I can even take in air.

"Don't!" He whisper shouts, trying to hear the conversation from outside but it's far too quiet.

"What are you doing?" I whisper back while removing his hand.

"Can't you see how this situation could be misinterpreted!"

I look at him with furrowed eyebrows until the realization that I had earlier sets in. Of course I didn't jump to conclusions but who's to say that the other boys won't?

"Just act like your normal unaware self and they won't even question it," I suggest.

He breaths out, "or maybe I can just disappear into thin air... what about a time machine?"

"Exactly," I laugh, "just go back to your dorm,"

"Okay, okay... but get ready. We are all going to go over our set list for that interview Wednesday,"

I nod my head happily while watching him leave. Although, I must admit my nerves for the pre debut interview. It's not your normal question and answer... it's actually a legitimate show.

For one it's called "the Immigration," which therefor frightens me since it's in English. I can't even spell my own name in English! Let alone speak anything remotely close to being understandable to a foreigner.

Also, the set up is literally as if you are going through immigration! They question you, ask for your passport, make you do weird things, but that's not even the only thing they do. After that segment of the show they move to the actual interview.

Aish, I'm not even a good people person to begin with. What if no one likes me?

I quickly push my negative thoughts to the back of my mind the best I can. Distracting myself by getting dressed in a large black hoodie and my overly worn out jeans. Luckily worn jeans are a trend though.

Lastly I put my red converse on before moving to the bathroom to wash up. I sigh at my reflection in the mirror, my slight panda eyes staring back at me despite my good nights rest. Apparently it wasn't enough.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth I take my elastic out, letting my long hair fall down my shoulders. I think I'm in desperate need of a hair cut... my hair just about surpasses my belly button at this point.

"RaeJae-Ssi? Can you please let me in?"

"Who is it?" I call back to the whiney voice with furrowed eyebrows.

"Jiminie hyung! They won't quite teasing me! Even Jungkook!"

"Aishhh," I open the door to a pouting Jimin, smiling widely up at him, "About what?"

"That keep calling me short!" He basically roars with clenched fists. This only makes me laugh even more.

"It's okay hyung, at least your still taller than me," I console the poor boy in front of me.

"Wai-wai-wait!" Jin suddenly appears next to Jimin, "Taehyung, come here!"

"What are you doing, hyung?" Jimin squints his eyes suspiciously at his friend.

"Let me see both of your hands," Jin says while trying to hold back his squeaky laugh, "Hurry, hurry!"

"N-no! I will not stand for this," Jimin attempts to run off but something causes me to grab his arm. What is with me and grabbing people's arms lately?

"I wanna see, hyung!" I exclaim, becoming embarrassed at my strange behavior. However, it seems nice to not be so serious all the time.

"Ahh~," He breaths out, a blush creeping to his soft cheeks. His hand slowly lifts to a spot next to Taehyung's while Jimin's other hand covers his face.

"AHAHAHHH~ it's so small!" Jin finally breaks out into a fit of laughter.

"Compare his to RaeJae's!" Jungkook pushes his hyungs to the side and grabs my wrist. Usually I'd immediately jerk away, but with Jungkook it makes me feel safer.

"HA! HER HAND IS SMALLER THAN MINE! YAHHH," Jimin starts to jump up and down while cheering.

"What? There's no way- oh my god~" Hobi studies my hand with wide eyes, "You have the hands of a baby! How the heck to you play the piano so well?"

"I wanna see," Yoongi's voice chuckles sleepily.

I quickly hide my hands behind my back, "yah! You guys were teasing Jimin not me!"

Everyone goes silent for a second, even Jungkook's mouth hangs open. Jungshook. My eyes dart back and forth to all of them worriedly until they land on Jimin who's staring at me intensely.

"How old am I, RaeJae?" He raises his eyebrows. I can't tell if he's joking right now or serious.

"Um..." I look at my fingers, counting up from fourteen, "sixteen?"

"Correct, so I am..." He trails off so that I can fill in the blank.

"Older than me?" I furrow my eyebrows out of confusion. What did I do wrong? Oh...

"Oppa! I meant oppa-oh wait hyung! Yeah, Jimin hyung," I point at him, smiling innocently.

"You little brat," He teases, ruffling my hair, "you're lucky you did it to me and not Yoongi,"

"YAH! YOU LITTLE-" Yoongi chases after Jimin with angered fists. We all laugh while watching their childish antics.

"You know, now that I think about it, Yoongi hyungs isn't much taller than Jiminie hyung," Jungkook smirks.

"Jungkook, you are basically the same height as them though," J-Hope points out.

"But I've got time to grow. I bet I'll be one of the tallest in Bangtan one day," He smiles proudly.

Namjoon shakes head while patting Jungkook on the shoulder, "Keep dreaming kid, keep dreaming,"