"Jeon Y/N, I can see you. I choose you as my first trainee."

Your heart drops to your stomach as you squeeze your eyes shut, banging your forehead against the leather boxing bag before meeting with everyone's gazes.

Stepping out from behind the bag, you grit your teeth, walking up to the ring with your head lowered and clenched fists.

Son of a bitch.

In his arrogant triumph, he smirked, just a small pouting of the lips, a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head. It was so subtle, it was even more infuriating for you who caught a glimpse of it after making the foolish mistake.

Taking your place beside him, the coach moves on to Jungkook who seemed agitated and restless with constant glances between you and Jimin. White knuckles from clenching his fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent that exuded an animosity like acid.

The last thing you would want to do at the moment was make eye contact with him, for you just might burn up under his fiery gaze. Not many people wanted to be on his side either and you could see their faces fall as he called out their names. He was like the Gordon Ramsay of boxing. One mistake, and he'll blow you over.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

You see him rummaging through his locker and your boiling anger increases with every step closer to him.

You harshly grab his shoulder, turning him around as he looks at you with wide eyes for a moment before returning back to his playful demeanor.

"You little piece of shit, why did you do that?!"
You whisper yell, noticing the increasing number of people entering the locker room.
"Do what?"
He asks, pushing his lower lip out in a pout and shrugs.

You take in a deep breath, controlling yourself from bursting in this room. Jungkook inherited his temper from your father. But right now, you started to question if you had received it too.

"You know what I'm talking about."
You say in a low voice, glaring at him. He just smiles, walking past you and into the boxing room that was now empty. Following him, he leans against the base of the ring with his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Why did you pick me?"
You ask, fearing that your temper might get the better of you if he doesn't answer.
"Why not?"
He says, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I don't like you. Get that straight. I wanted to be with my brother and not with an arrogant douche bag who has his filthy rich parents wrapped around his insultingly tiny pinky finger and a golden spoon shoved up his ass!"
You yell, and his smirk falters for a moment as he looks down at his feet.

(I adore his pinkie finger btw-)

Your confidence wavers as you wonder if you were a bit too harsh, but you can't let him know that, so your hard exterior still remains.
Clearing his throat, he pushes himself off the ring and walks toward you.

You heart skips a beat at his change in expression as his eyes meet yours. His hazelnut orbs now seemed to have a swirling red, like a storm left unchecked, brewing inside him.

His angry eyes indicate that his brain is in a different mode, that he has switched gears from arrogance to cold emotional indifference. Never once has he directed this mode in your direction, yet it emerges when he senses a threat, and so this is part of his full on protective mode.

Even his voice seemed to have stepped an octave lower than usual, like subdued thunder as he spoke.
"And you think I'm choosing you because I like you? Well, think again princess. You're under my command now, so don't think you can talk to me any way you feel. I can make or break you in the span of two months, so I suggest you shut your trap and get to work."

The moment you realised you'd misinterpreted his actions, his words, his expressions for so many years... as if he'd been speaking a language you couldn't understand... that moment your mind was at a loss of words and you gained a new perspective of him.

Without another word, he turned around, taking long strides to the exit and jerks open the door, stopping halfway and looking over his shoulder.
"And don't ever talk about my family that way."

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

Your mind is deep in thought with your eyebrows knit together in an intense frown as you drag your feet towards the parking lot with your bag slung around your shoulder.

Like clockwork, your legs automatically take you to the permanent parking spot of your brother's car. You turn around to lean on it like always, knowing your brother is always later than usual.

You gasp as you stumble backwards, landing on your butt in the empty parking space.
Realising the situation, you yell in frustration, lifting yourself off the ground.

Why can't I have my own damn car?!

You clutch the straps of your bag and take off down the sidewalk, preparing to reach home by dinnertime.

You're halfway there, and you groan, dragging your feet along the graveled pathway. The silent street now had a distant echo of music and you frown, as the music gets seemingly louder along with a white dingy car pulling up beside you. The windows were blacked out so you couldn't see anything inside.

It was the most horrid thing you'd ever seen. Its sides dented, edges rusted and covered in dust, like it hadn't been cleaned in years. You couldn't even recognize the brand or model of the car because of its scratches and you came to one conclusion.

I'm being kidnapped.

You take off down the road, running for your life as you look behind you to see the car following you, honking like crazy.

You scream as you run through the neighborhood.
"Help me! I'm being kidnapped!!"
But to no avail, your yells were drowned out by the extremely loud music and honking of the car, eventually drawing some people to peek through their windows at the unpleasant noise.

Finally, it picks up pace with you and it was driving beside your running figure as the black windows roll down, revealing a familiar face and a large smile.

Your eyes widen and you yell in frustration, slowing down and yelling,
"Taehyung-ah!! You fucking..."
Your sentences are cut short as you bend down, resting your hands on your knees as you pant from the intense chase.

He giggles, and says,
"I tried yelling your name, but you couldn't hear me.."
"Yeah, no shit! Turn down that fucking music first.."
You say, as the cheap sounding music continues to blast from the car, almost rattling it with each heavy bass that sounds.

"The guys are at your place with Kookie. You're lucky I took an extra long shit or else you would be walking the entire way."
He says as you scrunch your nose up, opening the rusty car door and getting in.
The musty smell mixed with cheap perfume envelops your senses, almost making you throw up.

"Heyyy, she's an old soul! Don't disrespect her.."
Tae says, frowning at your disgusted expression and rubbing his hand along the dashboard like it was a puppy.
"Sure.. let's get home fast, please!"
You say, taking out your apple scented handkerchief and pressing it to your nose.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

You stumble out of the car, landing on all fours on the ground as you crawl along to the entrance to your residence taking deep breaths.

"Oh, shut up!" Tae says, lifting you up from the ground. After he had thrown your handkerchief out the window, things went downhill from there.

"Fresh air!"
You yell, not giving two flying fucks about the people that stared at the two of you as you walked to the elevator.
"One day, I'll have her renovated into a Mercedes and you'll regret it."
He says with a pout.

Your eyes widen as the two of you enter the elevator, pressing the button to your floor.
"Oh my god, you still dream of having a Mercedes?"
"Of course!"
He says, scratching the back of his neck as his mind reminisced to the times when he was a young boy and his eyes would light up at the sight of a Mercedes flying down the road but his family was too poor to even afford a phone for him.

"I'll get you one, one day.."
you say, patting his shoulder with a smile and the elevator door opens. His eyes roam the hallway of doors and he sticks his lower lip out and nods in impressment.

(I wAs So ImPrEsSiD, yOu PoSsiBle EnGlIsH mAn!)

"This is quite a place you got here.."
You chuckle, reaching the door.
"Well, the rats say otherwise."
You shake your head as the sound of muffled music blasts from inside, bracing yourself for disaster once the door opens.

Before you could even knock, the door is jerked open to reveal a ray of sunshine.
"You're home!"
Hobi squeals, pulling the two of you in and your jaw drops at the sight of the place.

Trashed.

All your precious chips were opened with some scattered on the floor and packets thrown everywhere. The contents of your fridge had been emptied and laid out in a gallery, some half eaten

and some licked clean. Your sofa had bits of popcorn stuck in its grooves along with buttered finger stains here and there.

And somehow, a waffle managed to make its way to the ceiling, leaving a stretch of maple syrup connecting the floor and ceiling. The boys just stared wide eyed at you, stopping whatever they were doing. The scene right now would make a perfect jpg file if not for the dripping maple syrup and loud music still blasting. Your month's supplies were now in the stomachs of 5 pigs, proof that even though they had changed so much on the outside, their inner children still thrived in them.

Dropping your bag, you step over the upside down bowl of tortillas with a sigh and the boys exchanged looks of confusion, bewildered that you weren't screaming your head off at them. Your body ached from the long walk and sudden sprint, and your mind was emotionally exhausted from the pace of things in your life right now. You walk into your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

Of course, you had noticed someone missing out of the gathering but you weren't surprised, knowing he was probably stuck up in his room. After a steaming hot shower of contemplation, you step out of your room and your eyes slightly widen at the sight before you.

"Hyung, you're the only one that can reach that.." Tae says, and walks away with a broom in his hand, leaving behind a slumped Namjoon who stands up on a chair, digging a fork into the waffle and pulling it off the ceiling as the trail of syrup falls onto his hands, trickling under his sleeve as he curses and you giggle.

Hobi was busy dabbing a wet cloth on the couch and Yoongi was picking out the popcorn pieces stuck everywhere. Tae begins to sweep up all the chips and your heart immediately warms up, your annoyance vanishing. Who could ever stay mad at them?

You smile, walking over to them with your hands resting on my hips.

"So.. is there anything I can do to help?"

Yoongi looks up at you, shaking his head vigorously.

"No. You rest, we made this mess so we're cleaning it up."

You bend down, kissing his cheek as he turns a bright shade of red and turns away. You laugh, ruffling his hair before frowning.

"Where's Jin?"

"Did someone call me?"

The front door is kicked open and Jin appears with two large bulging white bags. Your eyes widen as you rush over to him, taking one and regretting after it pulls you down because of how heavy it was.

"J-jin! What's all this?!" You ask in shock and he sends you a sweet smile, placing the bags on the kitchen island.

"I went to the grocery.. you were all out of food for some reason.." He says, trailing off with his last few words as you giggle, smacking him and hugging him next.

"Thank you.."

"You don't need to thank me! I'm going to treat you with dinner." He says, emptying the bag and rolling up his sleeves. You shake my head immediately.

"But-"

"No buts. I'm making dinner and that's final. And where's your brother? I need him to help me with this, I can't have Joonie near my onions again."

And for some reason, your good mood dwindles away at the mention of your brother.

"H-he's in his room and you don't want to disturb-"

"Nonsense, he's always helped me. Bring him now.." He says, turning on the stove and you sigh, walking over to his room and opening the door.

He was sitting on his bed, and startles up, looking at you with wide doe eyes before he frowns in anger.

"YAH! I told you to always knock before entering my room!" He yells, clutching the book that seemed like a journal to his chest with a pen in his hand.

"Whatever." You mutter, eyeing the book before continuing.

"Jin oppa needs help in the kitchen."

He continues frowning as he replies with a sharp tone.

"And so? Why call me? Ask Tae to help him."

You groan, turning towards the kitchen and yelling.

"OPPA! HE REFUSES TO COME!"

You hear a clang before he yells back.

"TELL HIM IF HE DOESN'T COME HERE RIGHT THIS SECOND, I'LL COME THERE MYSELF!"

You turn your head towards Kookie with an eyebrow raised, knowing he heard that. If he has any common sense, he'll go right away because when Jin's angry, not even your brother can stand up to him.

Your brother yells in frustration, sitting up and glaring at you.

"I'll come. Just shut the fucking door for now."

You roll your eyes, slamming it shut only for it to opened a few seconds later.

What the..?

Realization hits you as you smirk to yourself, knowing he must've hid the book in the span of time. You never knew he had a journal, and this was an interesting discovery. Maybe you could use it in the future.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

Sitting at the dining table, your eyes roam everyone present and you couldn't help but smile for it had been so long since everyone was together. You never had a female friend and it stayed that way till date, but you didn't need one. These guys were your be all and end all, and you couldn't ask for anything more.

Your eyes land on your brother's form and you frown, noticing how silent and uncomfortable he was. He was always the best version of himself when the guys were around, but now it seems the complete opposite. The boys noticed it too, and had asked you multiple times about it, but all you could do was shrug.

Because you didn't know. Because he never told you. Because he wouldn't open up to you, his only sister and logically, only family left. It ate you up from the inside, knowing he was going through something on his own and was deliberately pushing you away from his life. When you tried asking him about it, the house would end up trashed because of his anger and he would be stuck in his room for a few days, not caring about attending training either.

The concerned gazes of your friends were lowered to their plates and you knew they couldn't stand it either. The youngest of them and the most closest, now seeming so far away.

"Guys, come on. The food's getting cold and none of you have taken a bite of it either." Jin says softly as everyone unwillingly begins to eat their meal in silence.

Jungkook finishes his meal first and stands up from the table.

"I'll get going now.." He mutters, pushing the chair away. The boys look at you in panic as you turn to Jungkook, standing up immediately.

"K-kookie, wait!"

He turns to you, pursing his lips, a slight furrow between his brows as he stared pointedly at you, with an icy coldness that sends your stomach twisting in a frenzy.

"W-we're going to watch a movie and we thought-"

"I'm not into movies, sorry." He says bluntly, turning around and Namjoon stands up.

"We're playing games too.. you like games, don't you?"

Jungkook shuffles awkwardly on his feet, clasping his lower lip between his teeth.

"Hyung, I'm just not in the mood, ok?"

With a defeated look, he nods, slowly sitting back down in his chair as the others lower their gazes and gulping in disappointment. You sit down and the old pain that you once used to feel slowly crept back into you.

You felt alone.