"AH! She's so adorable~" one cooed. 

                  "Nuh-uh. My dongsaeng is off limits, Hoseok," Seokjin shook his head in disapproval.

                  "Uh... annyeonghaseyo. May I ask, who are you?" I looked at the group. There was six, not including my oppa. I could probably say they're attractive, but I couldn't see their faces.

                   "Oh, (Y/n)-ah, this is Namjoon," Seokjin pointed to the tallest. Under his hood, I could see a slight bit of pink. Wow! I want to get my haired dyed! "This is Yoongi," oppa pointed to one that was busy on his phone. He looked up for a moment, making a piece sign and said, "swag", before looking back on his phone. Yoongi-ssi had fluffy mint hair, almost heart shaped lips that were a red tint, a white coat, a black beanie that rested on his head, and a black mask, that he didn't bother to take off, unlike the others.

                    "Ya! What's so important on your stupid phone that you can't say a small hi? At least put that dumb thing away for a small bit," I scoffed, crossing my arms. I hate it when people don't say hi, or at least wave. 

                    "Uh... (Y/n)... don't piss him off.." oppa laid a gentle hand on my shoulder. Yoongi just gave me a glare before putting his headphones in. Before he put his other earbud in, I rolled my eyes, "asshole." Whipping around in a second, he loomed over me, taking his sunglasses and mask off. Gosh, though his eyes were dark, they were pretty. I personally had (e/c) eyes. His eyes had small wings at the end, like a cat's. It was cute.

                       "What did you call me?" His voice was deep, but not too deep, and it was raspy. It sent shivers up my spine, and I gulped. 

                        Taking a deep breath, trying to calm my heart, I looked him straight in the eye. "Asshole."

....

                        "Jin eomma! Control (Y/n)-ssi and Suga!" One of them panicked, his voice more of a higher pitch. Not breaking eye contact with me, Yoongi spoke up. "I'm not going to hurt her, pabo."

                       Jin-oppa broke us apart with his hands, but the tension was thicker than a block of ice. "Anyways, that is Taehyung. Stay away from him." Oppa gave me a smile, trying to break the tension.

                      "YA!" One, taller than the guy next to him, called out. He had light brown hair and a black coat. Even though what Jin-oppa said was rude, Taehyung still had a boxy smile.

                      "The one next to him is Jiminie, or Jimin."

                       "Annyeonghaseyo~" Jimin waved, giving me a big smile. Jimin had thicker lips, gray hair, and also a black coat. When I looked at all of them, I noticed the all had they masks under their chins so it was easy to understand when they talked.

                        "And last, but not least, the maknae of the group, Jungkook!" Jin-oppa pointed to an adorable boy. He had dark brown hair, cute doe eyes, and was wearing a red sweater, instead of a coat. 

                      "(Y/n)-ah is a brat, Jin-hyung," Yoongi rolled his eyes, not bothering to put his sunglasses or mask on. 

                      "Watch it, shortie," oppa crossed his arms. 

                      "Today is (Y/n)-ssi's birthday, right Hyung?" Jungkook tilt his head in an adorable fashion.

                      "Ah, ye-"

                       "HOW OLD IS SHE?!" Another one, one I haven't met, ran up. He was actually quite annoying, to the point I wanted to punch him, and I just met him.

                         "Dagchyeo," Yoongi, Namjoon, and I spoke at the same time. He gave us annoyed side glances, which made my heart melt when he looked at me for some reason. Not even American guys were as cute as Yoongi... SNAP OUT OF IT (Y/n)!

                      "Oh yeah. (Y/n)-ah, this is Hoseok," Jin-oppa pat the guy on the head. I nodded my head in acknowledgement, remembering hearing Hoseok's name earlier.

                       "I'm twenty-three today," I smiled at the guy, twirling a strand of (h/l) (h/c) hair on my finger. It was an old habit of mine. I do it when I get nervous, bored, anxious, or excited.

                       "Ya! You're as old as me!" Hoseok cheered. "We're a perfect match!"

                        Yoongi scoffed and looked away, obviously still annoyed. 

                        "Stay away from (Y/n)-ah, J-Hoe!" Jin-oppa laid his arm on my head, since I was extremely short compared to them. "No one's allowed to date her."

                        "Can we go? My feet are tired and I bet (Y/n) is probably getting hungry," Namjoon finally spoke. His voice was deep, probably one of the deepest I've heard. 

                         "MMM! Actually food does sound good," I smiled, then yawned, "and some sleep! The plane ride was so long and there were tons of screaming kids!"

                          "Are you lazy like Suga-hyung?" Taehyung pointed to Yoongi, who looked like he was already asleep. "He uses the excuse that he can't sleep well at night to take naps during the day."

                           "Nah, (Y/n) and I are really active. I cooked and she cleaned before she went to America!" Jin-oppa smiled.

                           "Great, another clean freak," Taehyung muttered, crossing his arms and sitting next to sleeping Yoongi. 

                          "Can we go eat?" I started and was whining, but another voice accompanied me. It was Jimin. He turned red and I giggled. 

                          "Ye! and when we get to the restaurant, you have to tell me about America, not that I haven't been there," Jin-oppa chuckled.

                          "When did you go to America?" I furrowed my eyebrows at oppa.

                          "Tours," all of them said, except Yoongi, since he was sound asleep. 

                           "You need to tell me about all of that," I rolled my eyes, yet wondered what kind of tours. Famous tours, like you have fans? Or, like, visiting tours?

                           Jimin woke up Yoongi, who wasn't happy about it, and Jin-oppa took us outside to a black van. Though creepy, I understand. Neither a truck or small car wouldn't be able to fit all of them. 

                           "Birthday dinner?" Jimin asked nicely with a sweet smile. I shrugged and also smiled, "ye!"

                           "She's about your age," I heard Hoseok whisper loudly to Yoongi, who shot him a glare and grumbled profanities. He looked tired, and I guess, from what I heard, he's the type of person who likes his sleep.

                           Jin-oppa gave them both glares, one that said 'stay away from her or I will stick you in the oven', then turned back and started talking with the other five.

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Dictionary: 

-ah - Add it to someone's name if they are younger (and you usually add -ssi if they are older, and -ssi if speaking more formally)

-eomma - Indirect of eomma (used if not speaking directly to the person)

-hyung- Indirect of hyung (used if not speaking directly to the person)

-oppa - Indirect of oppa (used if not speaking directly to the person)

Annyeong - Hi

Annyeonghaseyo - Hello 

Dagchyeo - Shut up

Dongsaeng - Someone who is younger

Eomma - Mom/mommy

Hyung - What a younger male calls an older male

Ne - Yeah

Oppa - What a younger girl calls an older male (usually someone she is close with, her brother, or it's used as a nickname in a relationship)

Pabo - Silly goose (friendly)/ Idiot (unfriendly)  

Ya - Hey (Ya! (Hey!))

Ye - Yes (less formal than Ne, usually said by someone older)