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chapter eleven

"You have no control over me anymore, Lee Seojun!" I yell straight into his face.

His jaw clenches and he exhales to control himself. "I didn't say I have," he grumbles.

"Take your hands off of me," I demand loudly, pushing him away with all of my left energy.

That's kind of hard considering that he's way too tall with a well-built body.

I fail to push him off, but he takes two steps back himself.

Man, I really need to start working out or I can never protect myself in this world.

I pat the dirt off of my body, turn around and leave, but he swiftly takes my wrist in his hand. I scoff loudly and he turns me around.

"Why won't you just listen to me!" He nags desperately.

I rapidly take my wrist away from his hand. Staring at him with disgust and exasperation, I spit out, "I listened to enough of your bullshit."

Who wrote this drama? Just let me live a normal life, man.

Immediately rushing away, he doesn't interrupt me this time. Sighing loudly, I quickly make my way home after such a long and tiring day.

When I said that my life shouldn't be so monotone and plain anymore, I didn't mean to see someone from my past!

He's even working with me from now on. What am I supposed to do? I can't face him after he has done so much against me.

I can't quit, I need this job and the money. And to be honest, Jaehyun quite grew onto my heart. His generosity, kindness and him in general.

Rubbing my temples, I open the door with my key. Stepping foot inside, I place my jacket on the couch and change my clothes into more comfortable ones.

I go to the kitchen and open my fridge, thinking of something tasty to eat.

Suddenly, the front door opens and my eyes widen. Who's this?

Slowly grabbing a pan, I hide beside the doorway of the kitchen.

Holding the pan up securely, I close my eyes and pray that I'm just acting paranoid again and that there's no one in my house who wants to kill me.

I hear footsteps and my body trembles as I hold the object up. Someone enters the kitchen and I'm about to smack anyone who comes to intrude me while I'm trying to have a peaceful dinner.

"No! Ahri, it's me! Jeongguk!" He screams and holds his hands up to protect himself.

Putting the pan down slowly, I gaze at him confusingly. "Why do we always meet awkwardly?"

"I don't know," he shakes his head, his doe eyes still wide.

"How did you even get in?" I ask him while placing the pan in its rightful place.

"Oh, you don't know?" He wonders, "Yoongi hyung made a copy of your keys."

Turning around slowly, I look at Jungkook, dumbfounded. "He did what?"

He makes a scared face. "Did I say something I shouldn't have said?" He questions himself.

Angrily rushing past him, I get out of my dorm and knock countless times on the boys' one.

Hoseok opens the door. "Hey, Yona—" he smiles, but I immediately walk inside the room and my eyes roam over the place.

"Where is he?" I ask Jimin, who's sitting comfortably on the couch.

He points towards the kitchen with his finger while sipping on his tea. I nod my head and rush to the kitchen.

He's standing in front of the oven and is cooking something. "Why did you make copies of my keys?" I badger loudly, flouncing to him.

He turns around and rolls his eyes. "We need the keys to enter your dorm if something happens," he replies in a calm tone.

"Yeah, just make copies it's not like it's my house or anything," I state sarcastically while waving a reassuring hand.

"Good, I'm happy that we can finally agree on something," he nods his head and turns around to continue his cooking.

I stand behind him, mouth agape. Did he take my sarcasm as a real thing?

"You know I was being sarcastic, right?" I ask him, peeking above his shoulder.

"Yup," he nods his head while looking down at the oven and concentrating on his meal.

Scoffing loudly, I go to the living room and decide to hang out with the boys a little since I don't get much time with them outside of practice.

I sit down beside Jimin, who smiles up at me. "Hey," he beams.

"Hello," I smile at him as well.

Namjoon enters the dorm with a bag in his hand. "Did you guys see Ahri? Is she still working?" He asks no one in particular.

"The devil's right in front of you, dumbass," Yoongi remarks while stepping out of the kitchen and sitting down beside me.

I look to my right side and stare at Yoongi, being offended about his remark. "I'm not the devil!" I defend myself.

He shrugs as he smirks at me.

Namjoon looks at me and smiles. "Hello, Ahri," he waves lightly.

"Hey, hyung. How have you been?" I ask him, bobbing my head to the side.

"I'm good, can I talk to you in private real quick?" He points to the kitchen.

"Yes, of course," I stand up and we head to the kitchen.

I lean on the counter as he stands in front of me. "So, I have something for you," He sheepishly says, handing me the bag he came in with.

"What is this, hyung?" I gaze at him with big eyes curiously.

He smiles. "It's a gift."

"Hyung, no," I immediately refuse to his offer, "I can't take this."

"No, I resist," he smiles, "it's a gift, it would be really rude to not accept it."

Staring at him doe-eyed, I nod and slowly open the bag. There's a plain black notebook in there. I look up at him in confusion.

"I saw your other graffiti down the street," he raises his eyebrows.

My eyes widen. "About that—"

He cuts me off, "to let your creativity legally spread, I bought you this notebook," he starts to explain.

I gaze at him in interest. "I know that you're really creative, so why not try to write about your emotions and thoughts," he smiles innocently.

"Oh my god, hyung," I squeak, "that's so sweet. Thank you so much!" I wrap my arms around his torso and hug him tightly, which he quickly returns.

I pull away. "That's so thoughtful of you. No one has ever really gifted me anything," I observe the notebook and smile faintly.

He bobs his head to the side curiously, eyes filled with a a sudden sadness. "Why not?"

Looking up slowly, I reply nonchalantly, "I didn't really have many friends."

He nods slowly and his dimpled smile makes it's way to his face again. "You have us now, you're not alone."

Damn, he just made me really emotional.

"I know," I whisper and smile.

He ruffles my hair and puts his arm around my shoulder. "Let's go to the living room now."

We head to the living room and I yawn tiredly. "Could I maybe leave now? I need some rest," I mumble while rubbing my eyes.

"Of course, Ahri-ah," he reassures.

"Thank you again, hyung," I smile one last time towards him and go to my own dorm.

Securing the notebook in my closet, I quickly change my clothes and eat something little.

After that's done, I head to sleep.

Being tangled up in my bed, I suddenly hear someone knocking on my front door.

Curiously making my way to the door, I think of who's knocking at this hour.

"Hello, Ahri," Taehyung smiles and carelessly goes up to my bedroom.

I stand at the doorway, dumbfounded. "Close the door, it's getting cold," he states while making himself cozy in my bed.

"Taehyung, what are you doing here at this hour, in my bed?" I close the door slowly.

"What does it look like? I'm sleeping with you," he mumbles.

My mind immediately falls down into the gutters, but I quickly shake those inappropriate thoughts away.

"What do you mean?" I ask him, eyebrows furrowed.

"I know that you have nightmares when you're alone, so I'm laying beside you all the time to make those dreams not occur," he says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

A sudden rosiness is evident on my face as I lightly shake my head. "No, Taehyung. You need to sleep and what would the boys think?" I ask him.

"They said it's fine and I don't care if they will tease me. You need sleep, Ahri, so stop discussing and just fall asleep already."

Sighing loudly, I feel rather grateful than annoyed. If my nightmares really only happen when I'm alone then this is the best thing I could do.

Taehyung is right opposite of me as I lay down, which means that his feet meet my face. I cringe, turning my head away.

"Goodnight, Nana!" He exclaims loudly, maybe a little too loud.

"Rest well, Taehyung. And get your stinky feet away."

"Nana. Na-na. N-an-a. Nana-nana-nana."

Kill me.

My eyes slowly open themselves. And a deadpanned, blank expression is on my face as I stare right back into Taehyung's smiling eyes.

"The star has awoken!" He exclaims loudly, holding his arms up high in the air. "And, wow, her hair is as disheveled as ever! What a beautiful sight to wake up to!"

"You're so annoying," is all I can reply, blinking.

"And your breath stinks." Taehyung pinches his nose, letting out disgusted wheezes. I slap his arm, laughing at his joke.

"Did you sleep well?" Taehyung then asks.

"I actually did," I nod quickly.

It's so crazy. Why can't I have positive dreams when I'm alone in a room? It doesn't make sense.

"I'm so glad, we'll sleep with you all the time now," he exclaims.

We?! Are we speaking French now?!

My pupils enlarge. "Everyday?!" I blurt out, my lips parted.

"Yes, someone will sleep in the same room as you the whole weeks. Since we have seven members, you'll get a different one every day. Today was my turn," he explains.

"Whose idea was this?" I ask him, shocked.

He strokes the back of his head, looking at the floor. "I'm not really allowed to say," he mumbles.

"Taehyung-ah," I warn him slowly.

"Okay!" He immediately gives in as my tone changes, "it was Yoongi hyung's idea."

I frown at him. Yoongi always has the need to butt into everything, I'm tired of it!

I take in a deep breath to control myself. "Thank you, Taehyung," I sigh out.

"I'll let you change," he mumbles and leaves my dorm.

Eating cereals once again, my mind wanders to Yoongi. Sometimes, I think that he cares, but other times he's just so rude.

Everything he does confuses me. I finish my meal quickly and put the bowl into the sink. I quickly put some clothes on and wait in the hall for the others.

They soon arrive, and we wish each other good morning. I motion for Yoongi to come to the corner, so that we can talk. Though he just sends me a confused gaze, but obliges, nonetheless.

He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. "What do you want now?"

"Why do you always do things without my permission?" I ask him exasperatedly.

"Who asked for your permission?" He raises his left eyebrow and smirks.

Clenching my jaw, I breathe out quickly. "You need to have my permission when you do things about me!" I try to explain everything to him, but he's just not thinking rationally.

"Look," he turns serious, "I know that you have problems sleeping and that you're exhausted all the time. Hell, you're even worse than me! So, why not take the help you get?"

"Why do you do all of this?" I sigh out loudly, completely done at this point.

"Isn't it obvious?" He looks at me as if I have lost my mind; as if I'm the guilty one here.

"You're our member now. It's because I care about you."