*Two weeks later*

          "Hoseok," I threatened, holding up the photo that was in my pillowcase. 

             "You are so fucking dead, J-hope!" I heard Yoongi yell in his room. 

             This man was so dead. If I don't kill him, Yoongi will. He doesn't have as much mercy as me. 

              "You wouldn't hurt his cutie, would you, Jagiya?" Hoseok gave a nervous smile as I backed him into Yoongi's door. 

             "Don't. Call. Me. That," I swear, he has a death wish.

              "Why? If Suga-hyung can call you that, I should be able to call you that!" Hoseok protested, falling to the ground when Yoongi opened his door. His hair was a mess, showing that he didn't have a very restful night, and he was shirtless with only boxers on. 

             "Get some damn clothes on!" I backed away from his room, covering my face. 

              "Shut up!" He groaned, rubbing his eyes before looking down at the photo in my hand. 

              "Oh great. Did everyone get this stupid photo?" Yoongi gently kicked Hoseok's side.

              "Maybe?" He gave a scared chuckle. Right after that, he got up and ran.

              "Open your eyes, (Y/n). It's not like I'm fully naked," Yoongi grumbled, and I heard a rustle of fabric. Opening my fingers slightly, I saw him putting a shirt on, then some black basketball shorts.

                   Removing my hands from my face, I hissed as I gave myself a paper on my cheek with that damned photo.

                  "I turn around for one moment and you already found a way to injure yourself!" Yoongi rubbed his eyes again.

                  Looking at the photo, I saw a drop of blood plop on it. 

                  "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU CUT IT THAT DEEP?! IT'S A DAMN PHOTO!" Suga watched, slightly widening his dark eyes at the cut on my cheek. "Shit! Your brother is going to fucking kill me..." 

                 "Let's go clean it up," Yoongi walked down the hallway, and I followed him, putting my hand over the scratch to make sure blood didn't get on the floor.

                 In the kitchen, Yoongi grabbed a band-aid, then a wet rag. It was cold! Flinching away, I tried to keep still when he tried to clean it, but it was so cold!

                 "Stop moving!" He grabbed me by my waist, pulling me close to him so I didn't squirm away. 

                 When he got the band-aid on, he finally let me go. "You're so difficult to deal with."

                "And you're still an asshole, what's your point?" I batted my eyes. 

                "Come here," he narrowed his eyes, and I started running. I don't know where Hoseok went, but the dorm was totally empty, which gave me more room to run. Problem; he was faster. 

               I was caught in no time, except we both fell to the ground because I tripped on a video game controller. 

                He landed on me, and gently grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. "Caught you. I win."

               "Yeah, whatever," I giggled, trying to calm my breathing. Before we had the chance to even think about getting up, the door opened. 

                "I left you guys for only ten minutes!" Hoseok whined, and got slapped in the side of the head by Namjoon. 

                "Is that a band-aid? Were you having a band-aid war or something?" Taehyung walked closer to us. Yoongi rolled off me with a rolled of his eyes and stood up, going into the kitchen. 

               "Nope. The idiot cut herself with that stupid picture Hoseok gave us," He called out. 

                "Hoseok, you are officially fired from being a babysitter," Jin-oppa sighed. 

                 "HEY! What about Suga?! You just walked in on him straddling her and holding her wrists, and you fire me from babysitting?!" Hoseok pointed to me still laying on the floor, my foot slightly tangled up in a wire. 

                  "She obviously tripped, pabo," Jungkook hit Hoseok on the head, then walked over to me, unwrapping my foot. 

                   "How did Suga end up on Noona anyways?" Jimin knelt next to me, helping me sit up (even though I didn't need help).

                     "I made him mad," I gave Jimin a lopsided smile.

                      "Everything makes him mad, so it's not surprising," Taehyung pat my head.

                    "But that doesn't explain how he ended on top of you," Jimin rolled his eyes. 

                     "Long story short; he was chasing me, caught me, and I tripped, making us both fall," I tucked my knees close to my chest.

                     "Did it hurt you at all?" Namjoon asked. "He didn't crush you, did he?"

                     "Ya! I'm not that heavy!" Yoongi walked in, a bottle of water in his hands. "Here." He then gave it to me.

                    "Does someone care about Noona?" Jungkook smirked at Yoongi.

                    I heard Jin-oppa scoff at the same time as Yoongi. "I'm going to do laundry," my brother announced.

                    "No. I don't want her to get sick from dehydration," Yoongi rolled his eyes, then plopped down on the couch. 

                     "You use the sick card, a lot," Jimin smirked. 

                     "Dagchyeo."

                     "You guys fight a lot," I noted, taking a big swig of the water. 

                     "Shut u- Wait, ya we do. It's normal."

                    "Noona, what do you want to do? Wanna play video games?" Jungkook asked me, making me blush. 

                   "I think I might go to my room and do homework," I huffed, getting up and walking down the hall, going into me and Jin-oppa's room, and closed the door.

*Suga's POV*

                  "Wait, what homework?" I heard Hoseok. 

                  "The only school she was in was the dance academy..." Jimin trailed off.

                  Something clicked in my mind, and I saw her water bottle on the ground. 

                  "I'll be right back," I murmured, grabbing the bottle and walked down the hall. Music was playing behind the thick door that kept her inside. 

                   Creaking open the door slightly, I smiled at the sight in front of me, just a small little smirk though.. 

                   On the floor by her pillow was a journal. It looked like mine... I could see word scribbled on the paper with red pen crossing some out. 

                   I wanted to see the book, but I didn't want to disturb her. So, I grabbed a sticky note, scribbled something down on it, and stuck it to the bottle. I left the bottle by the door, and then closed the door quietly.

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Dictionary:

-ah - Add this to someone's name if they are younger (usually if they are close)

-hyung - Indirect of Hyung

-oppa - Indirect of Oppa 

Dagchyeo - Shut up

Hyung - What a younger male calls an older male

Jagiya - Honey, sweetie, love, darling. Used by younger couples, married or not.

Noona - What a younger male calls an older female

Oppa - What a younger female calls an older male

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

Ya - Hey (Ya! (Hey!))