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"Tae what the hell were you thinking?!"

The door to the bathroom has just slammed shut as I turn my front to the bewildered man in front of me. His brows knit together and his puzzled face tells me he have no idea of my sudden urge to speak to him in private.

After the realization that freaking Yoongi has the stupid time-traveling watch placed on his wrist I was quick to tug on Taehyung's sleeve, dragging and pushing him in front of me until we ended up here.

In the small, tight bathroom that seven men share. I'm surrounded by stinky socks and underwear, the pile next to the washing machine almost reaching over the sink.

I scrunch my nose at the sour smell to which Taehyung chuckles lightly.

"Jungkook is in charge of washing the clothes. He's been— busy. Busy playing Overwatch."
He grins, before scratching his neck.

He shifts a little and I can tell he's unaware of why I brought him here. His big, brown eyes meets mine and I can't help loosen up and send him a small smile shaking my head a little.

I roll my lips together, before speaking up once again.

"Why is Yoongi wearing the freaking watch?"

Taehyung looks at me questioning before realizing what I mean and when he does so he gulps. He looks to his feet, the sudden embarrassment hitting him hard and with no mercy.

"I didn't know what to do with it." He says in a low voice before his eyes reaches mine once again. They're uneased and a slight tint of red spreads on his round cheeks.

My expression softens as I watch him blink a few times, pursing his lips.

"It's okay Tae. I'm not mad. I told you to get rid of it, though?" My voice is soft but at the same time persistent.

"I wanted to, but— I thought that if I got rid of the watch then it would mean—" He stutters, the sentence lingering in the mixture of stinky socks and his small huffs.

I look at him and raise my brows for him to continue.

He lets out a sigh.

"I thought it would mean I wouldn't be able to see you again, Jia. I somehow hoped we would meet again. You're one of my best friends. If not the best." Taehyung bites his bottom lip before his gaze lands on my smaller frame again.

I feel my eyes sting a little at his caring words, his only intention was seeing me again one day. He wanted me in his presence.

He really cares about me.

I swallow the lump in my throat, before a smile spreads on my lips.

I sigh out happily, my arms reaching out for the adorable male in front of me.

His eyes crinkle up as he sees my reaction, and he's quick to jump in my arms and squeeze me tight. He twirls us around, our bodies swinging in the way too tight bathroom and we end squealing before Taehyung hits his hip into the sink resulting in a loud shriek from him.

I get worried for a hot moment before the male breaks out in a boxy-grin his laughter bouncing off of the walls.

"Yah, are you guys okay in there?" Namjoon yells through the door, his fist thumping on the door loudly.

I giggle out loud, my cheeks hurting from smiling so much.
"I whooped his ass so now we're good!"

Taehyung's eyes widen, a playful smack landing on my upper arm.

I open up the door slowly, revealing Namjoon and Hoseok with big eyes staring at me, their mouth slightly agape. I bite back a laugh before scurrying to my room.

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I wake up late that night, my body tossing and turning in the small bed. My body somehow feels jet lagged. I scoff thinking about how freaking time-traveling apparently makes you jet lagged. I turn on my side looking at the green digital numbers next to me, displaying how late it really is.

3:43 AM.

I sigh before traveling to the kitchen hoping to find something to eat, somehow thinking that will make me weary.

Food cures anything.

As my head is burrowed inside the freezer, my small hands reaching for the mint-chocolate ice-cream that's practically begging for me to eat it, I hear the front door shut almost silently. I freeze in my movements, my eyes widening as I realize.

A thief.

I freak out hearing footsteps nearing the kitchen, so I grab the first thing I see that could possibly knock someone out.
I take ahold with my bare hands, shutting the freezer slowly.

I look around the small kitchen, not having many options on where to hide. I decide to duck under the kitchen counter, trying to control my fast pants.

I close my eyes as I can sense the thief being on the opposite side of the counter, my adrenaline and heartpace racing away. I take a deep breath before jumping up and surprise the bastard.

"FREEZE!"

"ANfajjfsJGAHAAHHH!!"

I squint my eyes at the familiar scream, getting used to the dark as I spot the frightened broad-shouldered figure in front of me.

"Jia what the fuck! You almost scared me to death!"
Jin pants, his hand on his chest as he catches his breath.

I widen my eyes at his statement.

"I scared you?!? I thought you were a thief!"
I whisper-yell before turning on a small light on the counter.

Jin looks at me puzzled, his eyes wandering to the object in my hand.

"And what exactly were you going to do? Smack me with a freaking roll of cookie dough?"
He points at the roll of dough clutched in my palm, trying to hold in his laughter.

I roll my eyes at him.

"I could knock you out with this, just saying."
I smile, shaking my head at him.

He grins before placing himself on a chair, grabbing a banana to eat.

"So? Why are you sneaking in in the middle of the night?" I question, puzzled that he's acting so casual when it's freaking 4 in the morning.

He sighs before swallowing ruffling his hair briefly. He remains silent as he's just staring at me with an innocent smile on his lips.

That's when I take matters in my own hands and study him.

Sweats, a loose t-shirt, sneakers. The tip of his hair slightly wet from what I suppose is sweat. His squishy cheeks a colorful red.

"Were you ... practicing?" I let out, my brows high on my forehead.

"Guilty." He says curtly, his eyes avoiding mine.

"Jin, you can't practice in the middle of the night. That's not good for you. You should be sleeping."
Worry fills up my voice as I look at the tired man in front of me.

His figure is slumped, dark circles hanging under his rather bright eyes. I can see his jaw clenching at my words, a serious look grazing his sharp features.

"How can I sleep when I won't be able to practice meanwhile?" He questions me daringly, his lips pouting a little.

My heart stings at his words knowing how much he's probably struggling to keep up with the dance practices and vocal lessons.

"Jin ... You're overworking yourself. That'll affect the dancing anyways. And you're already a skilled dancer — and an amazing vocalist. You'll do great no matter what."
I try to encourage him, bit I can tell on his face that it takes more than that.

Is this really the worldwide handsome man I know from the future?

"Thank you Jia. Really. But I'm always a step behind the others when it comes to dancing. So I have to practice. Whatever it takes, I'll do it. To get better."

I sigh, but only nod at his response.

"Just take care of yourself. Promise me, Jin."
I place the mint-chocolate ice-cream back in the freezer before heading over to walk to my room.

He nods at me. "I promise."

I nudge his shoulder gently as I walk past him, my mind clouding up with worry and admiration for the eldest in the group.
He has so much responsibility but at the same time he's so insecure on himself, even when I know how much the other boys look up to him.

He just doesn't realize himself.

As I lie in bed the racing of thoughts somehow manages my brain to overwork itself and I end up drifting to sleep again.

Still worried about Jin.

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