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he wanted someone to control him, he craved to be pampered and spoiled with his sexual desires. he wouldn’t mind dominating you - hell anything involving you, he wouldnt mind taking part in. but he was just oh-so weak for you. you were such an attractive, sexy woman in his eyes, someone that he wanted to dominate him. it didn’t help he had a little, teeny, itsy bitty (hugel noona/mommy kink and you were older than him…

“a-ah mo-mmy!” his voice cracked mid sentence, the stimulation your tongue was giving him becoming too much. your tongue licked a languid stripe from his base to his red tip, even placing a peck onto the leaking head. “pl-please, jungkookie needs m-more~~”

you didn’t reply only hummed to his calling, smirking at the mess of a boy in front of you. your nail dragged across his muscular thigh, your mouth following the trail it made. your kisses went from his inner thigh to his strong abs, all the way to his pecks.

his moans broke out into desperate cries when you held nothing back and started sucking onto his perked up nipple, your hand pinching his other with your nails. your wet, warm tongue circled around the small bud and if jungkook could, he’d push your head back down to give him more stimulation. his two perky buds were sensitive and any stimulation given was enough to have his cock stand tall.

your fingers went flat against his nipple, now aggressively rubbing to get some more cries to fall from his lips. you straddled his waist, grinding your clothed core down his erect cock. your lips pulled away from his two buds to fall onto his swollen and red lips. the kiss was hungry, eager, and jungkook had no problem in letting your tongue into his mouth. it was sloppy and messy, but you loved it that way with your baby boy.

you pulled away, moving to bring your lips right next to his ear. “look at me bunny, look at noona.”

once eye contact was made, your hand moves from behind his shoulder, to the base of his neck. slowly you laced your fingers around his airway, causing his eyes to widen and his lips to form an o. however, once you lowered your hips down onto his dick, the expression couldn’t have been described besides using the word euphoric.

you knew him so well, you knew his kinks and you know how he likes to be man handled sometimes. the choking was simply only one thing to act as evidence.

pulling your thin garments aside, tour moved your own hips, taking all of him. you were rolling your clit against his pelvic at one point, taking all of him in, to elicit a splendid moan from the sub’s lips. soon he was reaching his high, your lips sucking on his nipples and the tightness from your pussy being the only thing he could feel. overcome with pleasure and stimulation, he’s left with scrunched up features as he pants heavily.

“noona, I’m gonna come-!!”

“-come on, jungkook! seriously?!”

a splash of ice cold water was thrown onto jungkook’s nether region, causing him to shoot out of the comforts of his bed.

“what the-”

“popping a fucking boner when you’re severely injured, honestly how much testosterone is in your 9 year old body?” jimin scowls, having been pisssed off beforehand. he was mad at jin and yoongi for being such imbeciles, seeing you get mad them was something he hoped to never see. so he wasn’t mad at you for lecturing all of them, but he was definitely mad at his hyungs for fucking up so badly.

“why don’t you shut up, cunt?” jungkook’s words were slurred as he rubbed his eyes. immediately, he winced. he looked at his knuckles, seeing his hands were bruised and had some band-aids on them.

“what did i do?”

“idiot,” jimin scoffed, handing him a glass of water, “you beat the shit of yoongi and jin. and y/n is mad at you.”

the last part was a lie, if anything you were mad at jin and yoongi. but right now, jimin was annoyed with jungkook (annoyed that jungkook got hard thinking about you).

“why?” jungkook breathed out, looking at jimin desperately for an answer. jimin didn’t answer, just started walking out of the room.

“find out yourself. come downstairs when you’re not so tired…and hard. seems like a splash of water isn’t enough for your hormonal body.” jimin ordered, jungkook bashfully looking down at his still erect cock.

with that, jimin shut the door to the youngest’s room. he looked downstairs to the living room and saw jin and yoongi looking guilty as you were standing with your arms crossed.

“he looked like a whole gang had beaten him up! yoongi-ssi!”

yoongi flinched at your formal, yet cold tone.

“how could you do that to him? explain to me what had happened.” your voice softened a bit towards the end, knowing deep down it was just his self defense mechanism.

“h-he, i-i, jus-t,” you bent down slightly, looking down at his face since his head was looking towards the floor. your eyes had softened, he was crying. he was hiccuping and hands were shaking, fingers picking at his cuticles. but you weren’t gonna go soft on him yet.

so instead you turned to face the oldest, expectingly looking at him. “jin, what happened? i need to know the truth…”

he was so hesitant. but he knew you had to know sooner or later. you were going to be living with them from now on so he better start telling the truth now.

“what happened was-”

“noona? hyung?” jungkook called out from the second floor balcony, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes.

he came walking down the steps in tight boxers, shirtless with his bed comforter wrapped tightly around his torso. you shot up, hurrying to his side and completely forgetting about the mini interrogation you three were having.

“jungkook, you’re not supposed to be out walking around. here, lay down.”

you gently put him onto the couch, making sure his body was covered well by his blanket.

“are you sore anywhere? need water?” jungkook shook his head at your questions, shrinking under his covers at your motherly tone. it reminded him of his recent dream…if only it were real.

“no, i’m okay. but jimin told me you were mad at me today…because of what i did. and I want to apologize to you, jin-hyung, and yoongi-hyung.” he averts his gaze to the two mentioned.

your jaw went slack, this poor kid in front of you was apologizing even though he’s the one that got it worse. you fixed your expression, rubbing his cheek softly. “don’t apologize jungkook, it’s okay now.”

the rest of the boys behind you threw their arms up in disbelief, seeing your change of attitude to the youngest.

‘is it because he’s more fit than I am?’

'maknae privileges do exsist…’

'fuck you, jeon…almost killed me and now you get all the attention.’

thoughts like this whirred in the 6 boys’ head. jungkook’s head fell to rest on your shoulder. you brought him to sit on the couch, this time a more stern look in your eyes.

“tell me what happened.”

immediately jungkook started talking, not leaving out any single detail (except for one), and made sure to not be biased with his story. he told about the numerous punches he dealt onto yoongi and he made sure to tell how yoongi slammed his skull into the floor - earning a cringe from everyone.

you on the other hand kept the same expression through his story. “why did you have so many pieces of wood in your back? hiu never explained that part.”

unknown to you, jin looked at jungkook with a warning stare - making sure to convey how he had to choose his next words carefully. “it was yoongi-hyung…”

“how could it have been him if you were pinning him down the whole time?” your oblivious question sparked the men in the room to be in attention.

“y/n, i think we should just let them rest. they could have suffered from injuries to the head. they should rest for the rest of the day.” namjoon bargained, putting a hand on your shoulder. “let them rest and then we can continue this investigation, if you want to continue it that is.”

you sighed, shaking your head. “no, i’ll stop pestering. namjoon is right, you three need to rest. do any of you need help getting to your rooms then?”

they all nodded so you took them to their respected bedrooms, shutting the lights off as well as the door. when you returned back to the living room, hoseok was back from his dance studio and sitting on the couch.

he looked like he was listening intently to whatever it was Namjoon was saying. a smile was on his lips, showing his pearly white teeth.

“what’re you smiling about over there?” you said in a half-teasing tone. his expression turned a bit solemn, looking down at his hands briefly.

“i’m sorry you had to meet jeon already. we were hoping that his alters wouldn’t make an expierence so soon.”

“jeon? is that what he calls that alter? or did you guys decide for that one?”

“wait, you didn’t read the file?” hoseok asked, with a tinge of worry in his tone.

“no, i did. but on his file, the specific alters were never named nor mentioned.”

the cheerful boy looks towards Namjoon, whose brows were furrowed in thiught. “I suppose he forgot to include that, although he did promise he would mention and list all of them out for you.”

“well if he didn’t tell you, we might as well now. it will definitely be useful info because if he was triggered that easily just now, he will probably have another of alters come out sooner than later. you also need to know how to deal with him when such occasions rise.” namjoon spewed out sentence after sentence giving you barely enough time to nod and agree.

“then, yes. if it helps you guys and him, then i would like to know his alters.”

all the guys took in a deep breath, taehyung motioning for you to sit down for the little informational session they were going to give you.

[OOOOH U BOUTTA FIND OUT THE REST OF JUBGKOOKIES ALTERSSSSS - I gotta say some of u were pretty spot on with some of ur guesses 👀👀👀

[and I’m curious- do you guys think jungkook is a sub or a dom??? pls comment bc I’m genuinely curious ]

ALSO

"yoongi! can you please stop being a fucking pussy and knock him the fuck out!" jin yelled, from his immobile spot from the floor. jungkook thought it would be a grand idea to push jin's wheelchair over and now he was left grabbing his lower leg in pain. his lower leg seemed to have hit something sharp, sharp enough to pierce skin, and now he was trying to stop the bleeding. "sock him! what the fuck are those years of muay thai gonna get you if you don't use it!"

yoongi was too busy holding his bleeding nose to hear jin's complaints. jungkook was reeling his arm back, straddling yoongi's waist as he held the older man's throat down.

"oh shit..."

was the last thing to fall from yoongi's lips before he saw jungkook's fist increasingly getting closer to his face at remarkable speed.

B A C K - T O - Y O U

"oh them? they're just helping jungkook settle down." jimin rephrased, obviously trying to lighten the mood with his blinding eye smile. at the thought of jungkook settling down, you remembered what threats he had muttered to yoongi, causing a shudder to run down your spine.

"but what did you guys talk about?" jimin hopped on over to you, a hopeful smile on his face. he knew what you two were discussing, it was only a matter of what the answer was.

"oh we-"

"y/n is going to be living with us." namjoon had cut you off, blatantly telling the truth the excited males in the room.

taehyung was hiding his joy, the only way of knowing he took the news as positive was the giant, boxy smile on his face, jimin on the other hand didn't bother hiding his happiness, bouncing up and down on his feet.

"hmm, then will you promise to take me out for lunch whenever i ask now?" jimin's offer made you chuckle and pat down his oddly fluffy hair.

"i'll try to, but jiminie, i'm not only taking care of you, i have to watch over the whole 7 of you guys." jimin pouted at the sudden reality check, not liking the fact he had to share you. but the clearing of namjoon's throat and the warning glare he was given, it was definitely enough to shut him up.

"hey, we can all discuss this together, let's chat in the living room about planning and such." namjoon suggested, distracting you from the two puppy-like boys in front of you.

so you followed the tall male, the other two following after you, and he sat you down to discuss what he had mentioned. you four talked back and forth for a few hours, making calls and seeing which company could fulfill their services the soonest and fastest. namjoon was constantly pacing around, taehyung chiming in whenever he thought he had a good idea of how it could go about, and then jimin constantly telling taehyung to just let namjoon handle it. which then resulted in you holding his hand to calm his frustrated and annoyed nerves.

"so y/n's living with us now, yeah?" came a voice from behind you. you turned around to see yoongi pushing jin's chair, jungkook not following and no where to be seen.

"jungkook..." your voice trailed off, looking at the two bruised and battered men. "what did he do to you?"

"nothing he hasn't done before, sweets." jin said calmly, you saw how there was a bandage messily wrapped around his leg.

"are you both okay? i can patch you up, those wounds won't be healing the fastest if you just leave them like that," you said walking up to yoongi to examine his face closer. you missed the way his eyes faltered, stepping back since you were so close and how red his cheeks were. yoongi was flustered because you were too close to him, you face inches away from his and he couldn't have been more pink in the face.

"no, i can take care of myself." yoongi commented in a small tone.

"are you sure? what about you jin? i can properly wrap that for you." you said turning your worried gaze over to the eldest, but he just shook his head.

"as yoongi said, i can take care of myself."

but you just shook your head.

"i heard what you said yoongi, before namjoon pulled me into the room, this is partially my fault." yoongi shook his head, about to interrupt before you continued, "let me help you, it is my job isn't it?"  

yoongi sighed, not liking you to worry over him, but jin smiled softly at your caring personality. it was a wonderful trait of yours, as was you kindess, but it was just so easy for him to take advantage of you if he wanted to.

"about what i said...jungkook's alter can sometimes irritate me to no end, what i said about harming you had no actual motive or meaning behind it. i just needed jungkook to...shut the fuck up." yoongi apologized, afraid you'd grow scared of him from his words.

"no, it's fine. just really caught me off guard, i completely understand." you assured, rubbing the side of his shoulder for a moment - to show you weren't holding any feelings to the earlier situation anymore.

meanwhile namjoon, taehyung, and jimin watched un-amused as the two eldest began to give in with your offer. so when jin nodded at you with his kind smile, you looked back at namjoon, jimin, and taehyung with your own sweet grin.

"we can continue this later, yeah? i'll be very quick."

not letting either of the three protest, you rolled jin to the elevator as yoongi leaned against the wooden wall of the contraption.

"so...what did he do?" he as in jungkook, of course.

"just beat the shit out of us." Jim said with a sweet smile, not going to lie you were a little unnerved at how sickly sweet his smile was.

"stop smiling, fool." yoongi said with a scowl, wincing a bit at the pain it caused on his bleeding lip. "but don't worry about us, please, if anything worry for jungkook."

your eyes widened a bit, looking up at yoongi as he turned to you.

"tend to his wounds after us."

'let that fucker suffer some more, don't take care of him. make him wait for you and stay here for as long as possible.' yoongi thought, growling a bit under his breath still very much mad at the youngest.

you bit your lip, not liking the sudden tension and overall vibe yoongi was radiating. you walked quickly to the guest bathroom, remembering having spotted a first aid kit in the closets before.

you decided to take care of jin first, not liking how the beige bandages continously getting redder with blood. you took scissors out looking up at him for confirmation.

"if i slide your pants up, your bleeding could get worse. it's best if i could cut it, is that alright?"

he looked at his pants, seeing the brand name 'GUCCI' labeled on the sides before nodding.

you winced as you cut the fabric, hearing the cash going down the drain. you unwrapped the bandage as gently as possible. once you had seen the gnash, you stoically poured alcohol onto your clean wash cloth.

"jin-oppa?" you said softly, staring at him with a sweet smile.

"yes, sweets?"

"i'm quitting my job here."

yoongi turned around, almost dropping the bottle of pills he was holding. the look on his face was a mix of several emotions you couldn't decipher. you didn't ponder over it, instea putting the alcoholic wash cloth onto the bleeding wound - just about before he was about to question what you meant.

"y/n what do yo- FUCK!"

you chuckled quietly, finding his reaction humourous.

"get it off!" he yelled, shaking his leg away from you.

"now jinnie, don't be acting like a child~" yoongi teased, regaining his cool when he realised why you had said those words (just to distract jin from the incoming pain), and you were too busy laughing to take notice of how jin was seething from the pain in his leg.

so you lifted the cloth from his now slightly damp skin, using the dry side of the towel to clean up the area a bit. then you wrapped the bandage carefully around his shin and calf, smiling proudly to see his leg looking in better condition.

"now yoongi-oppa," he blushed and smiled shyly and you smiled at his wholesomeness. the label of oppa seemed to be a weak spot for him. he seemed to be cold on the exterior, but on the interior he was just a big ball of fluff. "you have small cuts on your face and hands and most importantly, a bleeding lip."

you gently pushed him closer to the sink, taking a cotton swabs to dab at the blood - revealing relatively small cuts. he didn't flinch, small stings and tingles were all he felt. but he brightened up a bit seeing his face looking cleaner, band aids littering his face.

he chuckled however when he ghosted his fingers over the pink hello kitty one that you strategically placed on his cheek bone.

you were just so precious! oh, how he wished he could just fit you into his pocket - forever!

meanwhile you were glad your little light-hearted gesture got a chuckle out of him, happy to lighten the mood some more.

so you rolled jin out of the bathroom and just as you were about to return back downstairs, yoongi tapped your shoulder. he pointed to the room behind you two and you quickly realised that was jungkook's room.

"take him downstairs, i'll take care of him." you softly instructed.

yoongi nodded, staring after you as you entered the bathroom again and entering jungkook's room. he shot you one last small smile, as well as jin, before you shut the door behind you.

when the door closed, yoongi slapped jin on his head. "you're so fucking obvious, you idiot!"

"she didn't even notice so stop worrying..." jin said although he did know he was walking - or rolling - on very thin ice just then.

"be more careful hyung, seriously." yoongi said as he rolled him into the elevator, causing the older one to just sigh and nod.

"oh my god..." you uttered in terror, seeing jungkook's bruised and bleeding, limp body resting on his bed.

his eyelid was almost completely purple and black, his lip busted open - similar to yoongi's - and it was already swelling. his hair was tousled around, you could assume it had been pulled in whatever violent fight they were having. his knuckles were covered in dried blood, his chest rising abnormally slow, the sheets that were on his back were slowly spreading to become red.

you cautiously shifted his torso, turning so you could see his back. you winced and cringed and if you could disappear and never see what you had seen just now, you would, you would've been long gone.

"jungkook, jungkook," you muttered lowly, hands shaking as you opened the first aid kit.

his back was bleeding from his muscular shoulder blades to his little dimples of venus, just above his clothed lower region. you took in a deep breath, knowing that now was certainly not the time to panic. if you panic, you begin to forget the years of dealing with wounds/nursing you had- meaning you wouldn't properly care for jungkook. and that was the top priority - to take care of this poorly beaten male in front of you.

"this is gonna hurt, i'm sorry." you had gotten a pair of tweezers, leaning forward and directed his lamp near the bed post to now face his bare back - shining its light down onto the skin.

the reason for his bleeding was the little bits of wood that has been lodged into his back. splinters were scattered all over and you just hoped he wouldn't wake up in pain or fear. after all, you still didn't know if he has switched alters yet or not. and the one yoongi triggered seemed to be very violent.

so you began, picking at the smallest wooden sticks, wincing when you felt his body shuffling. you dropped the metal tool onto the bedside table, stopping him from moving anymore.

you peaked over his shoulder, seeing that he was slowly waking up.

"jungkook, i need you to just stay calm." his breathing turned rapid, chest heaving up and down at an unhealthy pace.

"what's happening? why does it hurt so much?" he groaned in between breaths and you bit your lip, seeing the tears prick his eyes. "what happened? what did i do?"

his innocent eyes looked at yours and you could only sigh.

"i'll explain later. but i'm going to need you to lay on your stomach, bub."

he groaned as he did as told, sighing when he let his weight fall onto the bed.

"this is going to hurt kook, but i need you to stay awake. i'm going to try to make this as painless as i can make it," you said, resting your hand onto his red, warm back, "i'm sorry."

♧♧♧

jungkook would've been happy, delighted, and flattered you had seen him shirtless. all his restless hours at the gym, hard work, and days and nights filled with endless starvation were seemingly worth it. however, his fantasy had been ripped away from his eyes as he felt the twinge of something being dug out of his skin.

"fuck!"

he cursed and you flinched from his profanity. you had been picking out the wooden shards as quickly and painlessly as possible, and jungkook was undeniably strong in withstanding the pain, but he was about to explode soon from the uncomfortableness.

"i'm sorry. almost done bunny, almost there." you had remembered how that was a nickname that jungkook said you could call him, it slipped past your lips and jungkook turned silent afterwards.

he no longer complained, even when you had to sit him up. when you caught sight of his face, lips puckered in a pout as his doe eyes were filled with tears.

"it hurts, noona. jungkookie ish hurting..."

oh. my. fucking. god. he did not just turn little on you. you took a deep breath and smiled at him.

"bunny, be a good boy and lift your arms and noona will make sure the pain goes away."

he did as told, whimpering ever so slightly. seems the nickname works, even if it in turn gave you a 3 year old version of the 21 year old man in front of you - at least he could still follow directions.

♧♧♧

you began to wrap the bandage around his whole torso, finding this was faster than individually placing band-aids on his cuts. you frowned slightly when seeing his front torso because you could see small red, but dulled, lines on his abdomen. the origins were obvious, but you couldn't exactly confront him now.

surprisingly however, you had missed the much bigger scars that littered his back - ones you would've noticed if you weren't picking wood out of his skin.

after you bandaged him, taking care of his other wounds were much easier. some bandaids and a dab of rubbing-alcohol was enough, plus a little ruffle of his hair to get him to smile.

"now, bun, i need you to rest. you won't hurt as much if you sleep for a bit, okay?" he seemed hesitant, but even he knew that slowly his eyes were becoming heavier and heavier.

"nightie night..." his soft voice breathed out making you smile softly. the last thing you did was cover his body with the sheets and blanket, shutting his door softly.

you sighed heavily, knowing the exact talk you were about to have with the two eldest others household.

/AN/ SORRY IF THIS IS ACTUAL SHIT AND TERRIBLY EDITED !! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT NONETHELESS 🖤

"hey, bunny, why don't you get into bed and wait there for y/n to come back?"

jungkook shook his head.

"why not buddy?"

"i-i wanna see her when she comes inside, jungkookie doesn't want to wait any longer."

yoongi nodded thoughtfully, helping his fellow friend up, "we can wait downstairs, let's go."

his hand clasped tightly around jungkook's, letting the little sit on the couch which was positioned right in front of the door. yoongi made sure jungkook was preoccupied, turning to namjoon.

"get him his banana milk."

in a few seconds, the carton of milk was in jungkook's hand as he clutched a pink bunny plush in his other, staring at the door with determination. it was as if he was a runner, you opening the door would be the equivalent to the start of the race, and jungkook would have to run as fast as possible to you - the finish line.

jin sighed dramatically, feeling the weight off of his shoulders as he rolled his chair into the kitchen. hoseok and yoongi followed, letting namjoon stay preoccupied with jungkook.

"gosh, i knew he was reliant on her, but this is the worst episode ever." jin said taking a large gulp of water, he was trying to trick himself by thinking it was vodka. he indeed needed a drink, but right now wasn't an appropriate time.

"you know he has like over," hoseok paused thinking of a reasonable number, "200 photos on his phone, only imagine how many he has on his laptop, tablet, and probably has some on his fucking smart watch. knowing him he probably programmed it differently, just for that."

yoongi chuckled dryly, silently pitying jungkook. "he's so dependent, it's scary." he shook his head as if he was disappointed in jungkook.

hoseok and jin looked at each other, then at yoongi and broke out in laughter.

"coming from the guys who used her as your 'muse'." jin exclaimed, hoseok nodding and laughing along with him.

yoongi's face lit up a light pink, "oh whatever, at least i dont lie to her." his clap back made jin roll his eyes.

"we all agreed to this so don't go on bringing up that. that's just you trying to be a hero." jin's snarky comment made yoongi shut up immediately, although the glare he had directed to jin was clear on how he didn't like his snide comment.

"jungkook is just young, that's why. assured, we all acted that way when we were his age."

"pft, at his age i was kil-"

"noona!!~"

the excited squeal cut off jin who sighed heavily once again. wordlessly, they all walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. they saw jungkook holding you close by your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, even if you were noticeably shorter than him.

"hey jungkook." you patted his shoulder in greeting, your other hand being occupied by taehyung's hand. jimin watched the two youngest get most of the attention so he stomped into the kitchen. he grabbed one of your favorite drinks, bringing it out to you in a glass cup.

"here noona, drink this. you must be exhausted." you thanked jimin with a smile, pulling away from jungkook. you took a sip from the drink, looking at all of the expecting males. were they just waiting for you to come home? their eyes were wide, a smile on their lips...resembling puppies almost.

their eager eyes suddenly tore away from you, noticing your questioning eyes. "so..."

"noona let's play games upstairs!"

"y/n wanna check out my studio? i was working on some new tracks, if you're curious to hear some."

"noona, i never got around to showing you my dance performances right?"

you blinked slowly, staring at the individuals who were looking at you expectingly. the grip around your arm and you looked down to see jungkook looking at you with his bright, big doe eyes and lips formed into a pout.

"noona~ please?"

your breath hitched, the sight making your heart stop. the same time, your hand was being pulled in the direction of taehyung. you looked at the younger male.

"noona, you haven't spent much time with me. jungkook can wait, can't he?" taehyung's tone dropped and you could see in your peripheral vision jungkook moving towards his hyung.

"what? what are you getting at, taehyung?"

the other boy's eyebrows raised, shocked at the sudden informal tone jungkook had.

"i'm sayin-"

BZZT. BZZT. BZZT.

there was a vibration coming from your right pocket. so you took ahold of your ringing device, after un-twining your hand out of taehyung's (with his reluctance, of course), and swiped to answer it. you tried turning your body to the side for some privacy, but jungkook's hold didn't loosen a bit.

so you let out a sigh, saying a greeting to whomever was on the other end.

"good afternoon, ms. y/n."

"uhm, hello. who am i speaking to?"

the boys tried acting like they weren't listening in, except for jungkook who was watching you like a hawk. they were either on their phone, playing games, or just looking out the window.

"this is mr. kim, the secretary of mr. park hyung-sik's company, EyeCandy."

the name was familiar, it was one of the biggest companies regarding technology in South Korea. it was a job you had applied to maybe more than 2 months ago. it was a longshot dream you had. they handled many out of the country project and you simply wanted to become one of their translators. it was stupid of you to think you even had a chance. and it was obvious after the ceo had gotten up on a stage in america and by his side was a girl speaking into a microphone.

"ah," you said, not knowing what to think of it, "and why are you calling? sorry for the rudeness, but i can't wrap my head around it...i mean, i applied months ago."

jin's eyebrow raised in question, definitely paying attention now. applied? as in for a job?

"actually, i'm glad to be the bearer of good news, so we would like to say we have accepted you as mr. park's own personal translator."

you blinked once. twice. and thrice, or the third time.

"i'm sorry but, what?"

"come around at 8 am sharp tomorrow if you're interested."

and the line went dead.

"let's go!" jungkook said tugging your arm to go upstairs. but you wouldn't budge. jungkook began whining slightly, but stopped when you looked concerned with something. it seemed safe for him to assume it was regarding whoever you were on the phone with.  

"oh! i remember, hobi," you said looking at the surprised male in question, "your studio. it should be opening in 20 minutes, you asked for me to remind you earlier this morning."

the boys looked at hoseok suspiciously, but he only smiled gratefully. "oh thank you! i really forgot!"

he glanced at the boys, who were staring at him with high suspicion, but he gave no second thought to them, rushing upstairs.

"you know, noona," taehyung looked at you, softness in his eyes and smile, "you can call me tae or taetae if you want."

you smiled at his cute nickname, opening your mouth to respond, but jungkook cut you off.

"goo! kookie! jungkookie! you can call me those names! even bun-bun!"

'really? i would think annoying brat would be more fitting," yoongi thought bitterly, not loving the fact he was still attached to your arm - and the fact you seemed okay with it.

"well, if we're getting familiar with nicknames," yoongi said with a calm voice, "i give you permission to call me yoongs." he already made clear on the first day he wouldn't mind if you called him oppa or yoongs, but he thought restating it would've encouraged you to call him that more often. "oppa is fine too."

jin glared at him for taking the oppa title. "actually, you could call me oppa too, and if you want jinie. seeing as i am the oldest, that title should be reserved for me too." jin threw a glare at yoongi who only rolled his eyes.

you chuckle at the seemingly playful banter, not knowing how competitive they were actually being.

"joonie is cool with me." namjon said casually, walking closer to you. "and actually could i speak to you alone for a moment."

the mention of being alone with namjoon made junkook tighten his grip around you.

"no! noona is going upstairs with me," he declared for what felt like the thousandth time today,

"goo, i swear only 5 minutes. and you can take her upstairs to play overwatch or whatever."

the youngest showed to sign of letting up, until yoongi sighed and walked up to him. "goo, let's go. namjoon needs to talk about someting serious-"

"i am serious!" jungkook said puffing his chest out.

yoongi gritted his teeth, grabbing jungkook by the back of his neck and making him lean down a bit, so he cuold speak very clearly right into his ear.

"jeon, you better stop fucking around and come with me, let namjoon and y/n talk alone - it's something very important. or i swear to god, i'm gonna...beat the shit out of y/n right now, take them away from you, and make sure you never see them again." yoongi's words held no meaning, zero at all, but it got the reaction he wanted. jungkook let go of you, grabbing yoongi by his collar and staring him right into his irises. yoongi could tell how jungkook had switched, snapped, and was angrier than he's ever seen.

"repeat that shit to my face right now." jungkook, rather jeon, was furious. this persona/alter of jungkook was more aggressive than any other alter that jungkook had (at least known by the boys). it was a very, very, very stern rule in the house to not trigger that part of him. it never really ended well, no matter who tried to calm him down. the only way jeon would leave would be if jungkook had gotten sleep or just past out for whatever reason.

"come on," namjoon said, grabbing your wrist to pull you aside. it would be best if you didn't see anything that was about to go down, "there's something important we need to discuss."

you reluctantly let him tug you in the direction of his office. he shut the door behind you, but you flinched when you heard something crash.

"alright, so what i wanted to talk about was regarding your living location..." his voice trailed off, fiddling with some papers in his drawers, "jin and i wanted to know if you would be staying with us or you would be residing back at your apartment?"

this discussion was really supposed to be saved for later, but hearing your phone call and seeing jungkook's unusually clingy attitude, it seemed to be a good time to bring this question upon you. after all, with everything that seems to be happening at this moment, you might even say yes due to the pressure.

you nodded slowly. the decision had to be made, and the pros and cons of your choices were clear. living with the boys would only make your job easier, however it would inconvenience the boys. living by yourself (as you had been living before) would let you not be in anyone's way, however, the commute to the hill would have to happen every day and it sounded tiresome just thinking about it.

"i mean there is no pressure, however, we - as in all 7 of us - want you to know that it would be no problem if you had decided to stay with us. don't think that you would be a burden, you're already helping us so much. it also seems fitting if you're going to be here every day, in the case of an emergency or something," his voice trailed off in the end, noticing how you were in deep thought. he saw the contemplation on your voice and he smirked a bit. he just needed to convince you a little bit...

"and i'm sorry to say this to you - i just need you to know. the youngest ones really do rely on you for a lot of stuff. we need you here on time to be driving them at their designated hours. also...to think about jungkook - he really needs you by his side as well as taehyung. i don't know if you've noticed, but you're one of their calming remedies."

well now you really couldn't say no. to know that you were actually needed, i mean, you knew you were needed but for the sake of the two youngest. being called their remedies. it was like namjoon was planning all of this out only for you to say yes, his wicked and smooth words were very persuading.

and persuaded you were. it was crazy. you had only met the 7 males a mere day ago, but being called one of their calming remedies. if you were needed for an emergency, it would be too late if you were to commute to the hill. so the only option was...

"i guess i should start packing my things up then," you said, almost hesitantly. "i really would hate to burden you guys, but, my job here might be a waste if i would have to commute every day." you smile softly at the pleased man in front of you.

that was step one done and accomplished. everything was going well.

//I called this one pros and cons bc obvs ar the end,,,,but like pros and cons of jungkook is basically why that's the title

bc see hes a cutie wootie patootie, but hes also an annoying lil bitch for his noona ❤🥰 [pros and cons]

[that was a joke lol pls dont take offence]

you had to hold in your laughter, he didnt even curse when he said to excuse his french. "and why were they annoying?" you took a sip from your drink as he ran a hand through his hair.

"dont get me wrong, i love dancing and singing and performing, but it's too technical! i dont know if it's just at this school or something, but these classes require me to take more notes than to actually exhibit my skill." you nodded, wishing you could say you could relate but obviously couldnt. you were glad as a college student to just take notes and learn a lesson through the day, work, and go to your dorm to just study more. jimin was the complete opposite. he had a drive of passion and you admired him for that. he had something to live, and you didn't know if it was dancing, nonetheless his love for performing amazedly amzed you.

"well, at least you get to perform at shows right? i mean, i can kinda relate with how boring lessons are, especially with the most boring of teachers. but at least you get to show how really talented you are, right?" you said with a weak smile. "hey, if it makes you feel any better...one time i tripped in front of a thousand people at my orientation."

it took less than a second for him to break out into a wide grin, his childish giggle ringing through your ear. "what does that have to do with anything?" he said through his boisterous laughter.

"absolutely nothing. just wanted you to feel better and cheer up a bit," you said with a shrug and light blush. i mean your plan worked, but he now just had potential blackmail on you.

your statement seemed to make his shoulders shake even more. "you're so amusing, noona~ ah, we're lucky to have you."

i'm lucky to have you

the twinkle in his eye made you smile wider, brushing off your embarrassment. "please, i'm lucky to have you guys. you guys are seriously too generous." his eyes turn into crescents, wordlessly nodding his head.

you ate your food in silence, eating quickly to fill your empty stomach. jimin was talking through the lunch period, filling you in on the past of the boys.

"jin, he's a next-to-be heir of his father's company. he is the main source of money that goes to our house, food, and generally everything. he's well put off, to make it simply." jimin stated when you asked about the eldest brother. "we all met in high school though. i was first friends with jungkook and yoongi, so i'm really the closest to them. but i treat all of them like they're my brothers. but soon after we became all really close, we got a lot of un-needed attention. we didn't like it, especially yoongi, jungkook, and i. our anxiety really kicked in during our highschool years. the attention was too much for us and we barely made it through our last year. so jin bought the house we live in now, which is far away from the town, because we didn't want to have anything to do with the townspeople after that."

your mouth formed into a small 'o', taking in all of that information. learning about how they were treated in highscool made you sympathsize with them. naturally, when there are several attractive, young men going to a school, the females (and males) will do anything for their attention. at least, that's what it's like in the TV shows. it all seems glorious, but hearing how much it affected them now was sadening. you could only think of how they were treated.

jimin's plump lips curled into a small smirk, seeing the flash of emotions cross your face. mostly were pity and sympathy, and it was a great feeling for him. you had trusted them and gotten close them so quickly in the few days you had been acquainted. if it continued up, jin's plan would be working perfectly.

'jin isn't the only proficient liar in the house, dear,' jimin thought, happy you had fallen so easily into the trap. however, it was just the beginning and they had to work even harder for you to become even closer.

"yeah, it was relly terrible. i hate to self-pity myself, but those girls there...were really out of hand. they would give obnoxious gifts, throw themselves onto us like we were zoo animals, and the way they acted surely would've disappointed their mothers and fathers." jimin said, a pout on his lips as he worked up tears. his eyes were glossing as he looked at you with a weak smile, "you aren't like that, right noona?"

your heart broke. the look of absolute sadness on his face was enough for you to grasp his hands into yours. "of course not, i wouldn't dare to even act like that. this is my job and no matter what, i will keep myself in check. i wouldn't want you boys to relapse or anything," a kind smile was on your lips, and jimin couldn't help but mimic your expression.

"thank you so much for agreeing to this job, although it might be a bit more than you bargained for," a light chuckle left his mouth as he wiped his eyes of his almost falling tears. you nodded slowly, looking down at your empty plate. you were ready to pack up and leave, considering you already paid for the bill. but when you looked up, you saw that jimin had barely eaten his burrito bowl.

"jimin, aren't you hungry?"

he looked at his plate, smiling nervously. "no, no. i already had a few bites, that's enough to suffience me for the rest of the day."

you recalled back to when you were reading their documents, remembering the eating disorder that was listed among his other diagnoses. a weak smile trailed your lips, picking up a spoon to scoop up some of his burrito bowl. "come on, just a few more bites. and if you don't want anymore, i'm sure the other boys will appreciate this."

so, when your crush of the longest time is holding out a spoon to you, begging you to eat you food, what're you gonna say? no?

"just one more bite," jimin said with a shy smile, his face a bright red. he had never thought he would be this close to you, you were feeding him food! his brain couldn't take it so he simply leaned forward to have a bite of his own food.

"there ya go," you said happily, glad you were able to get the poor man to eat something.

so you took the burrito bowl in a to-go box, driving jimin back since his lunch period was almost up. you had talked at the restaurant longer than you had expected.

"tae should be waiting in the same spot you picked me up at, but if he isn't you can text him." jimin said as he got out of the car. he was leaned down, arm resting on the top of the car so he could talk to you.

"text me when he comes so i know he doesn't keep you waiting or something."

you both chuckled, until you heard a yell directed towards you two. "ya! jimin i'm not always late to things!"

➣kim taehyung

      23 years old. dark brown hair, almost black(LY:TEAR era). a photography major, travels far every now and then when he wants to capture the perfect image. treasures art since it has been apart of his life since he could remember.

jimin rolled his eyes, looking up at the new arriving male, "you usually are though." he argued as taehyung closed in on the car. he was now standing next to jimin with his boxy smile, eyes lingering with his for a moment. that is before he whipped his head to look at you.

"hi noona!" his cheerful tone made you smile and wave in greeting. "okay, jimin scadoodle, you got a class to catch." taehyung circled the car, opening up the passenger's seat and settling in.

jimin was reluctant to leave you alone with the hyper male, but he had no choice considering he did need to catch his class. "alright i'll see you at dis-"

"yeah yeah bye!" taehyung leaned over you lap, pulling your window up for you to shut the older one out. when it was sealed shut, taehyung looks at you excitedly. "what do you have in mind for the next 45 minutes noona?"

taehyung hasn't moved from your lap, cuing a blush to arise on your cheeks. "the park?" your tone was shaking out of nerves and because you were so flustered, then taehyung finally got off of your lap.

"sure i don't mind." he calmed down a bit, playing with his thumbs which laid in his lap. "but, would you mind if we stopped for ice cream?"

the familiar boxy smile was on his face as he waited for your response. you couldn't turn down the energetic boy's request even if you wanted to, it has to be illegal to say no to that face. so you exaggeratedly sighed in defeat, although the smile on your face proved to taehyung that you were in fact okay with getting ice cream. i mean ice cream in the park was an even better idea than the original you had proposed.

so you drove a little down the road and to the small ice cream parlor, where a nice old lady was waiting. she greeted you with a smile, but when she saw taehyung's figure her face turned a bit glum. you didn't miss it, but taehyung didn't catch it as he was too busy looking at the assortments of ice cream.

so you told the lady what you wished to order, she gladly taking it and putting the ice cream you wanted in a cup. taehyung looked up at her and her eyes once again turned a bit glum, face falling at the sight of his face. you ignored it and moved to the cashier, missing the deadly glare that taehyung gave her. if looks could kill she surely would've been dead.

another girl had gotten your order rung up at the cashier, what the other lady was doing you didn't care for. so you simply paid for the ice cream, going back to taehyung who was sitting at the table patiently.

"here is your ice cream taehyung, let's go to the park, yeah?" he nodded, smiling widely.

"we can go to the campus park, it's closer than the other one." taehyung informs and you didn't even bother arguing, the faster you could get back to pick jungkook up would be easier and more convenient anyway. so you drove according to his directions, parking in the open lot.

he eagerly hopped out of the vehicle, practically bouncing over to sit on one of the benches. miraculously, his ice cream was fine with all his erratic movement.

you locked the car door, joining him on the bench. you licked your ice cream and observed the scenery. it was a beautiful little park, a blue pond sitting in the corner of the landscape. trees were blooming, little pink buds at the end of several branches.

"so, noona," he started breaking the silence, "why did you become a maid rather than a translator?"

you thought for a moment, humming slightly in thought. "i mean, i would be happy with either jobs. but my friend was telling me about how her grandma had passed because no one was watching over her, it made me re-think my decision." you spoke the truth to taehyung, a soft smile on your face. "i got really lucky with this job, however. you guys are really too generous."

he shook his head and took a lick of his ice cream, "no, we just know how to treat people correctly. jin and yoongi are the heads of the house, unofficially but they are the most responsible, and they both agree that they both don't like it when people arent treated correctly. or aren't paid the amount they should."

your heart warmed at how sweet the two boys were. they were so considerate and kind, it was really heart warming to know there were people still like that.

"oh, i'm glad that they're equal minded. you all seem equal minded and open." he nodded in agreement to your words, an appreciative smile on his lips. you finished your ice cream and stood up to find a nearby trash can to throw the cup away.

"wait, i have another question, don't go yet," he said hurriedly, like he was afraid you were going to leave him at the park. his hand shot out to your wrist, holding you still.

a short chuckle left your lips, "tae, chill. I'm just going to throw this out."

he stared at you for a moment, "you promise?" the tone of seriousness laced in his voice was a bit alarming but you brushed it off. "yes, tae, i promise." he finally let you go, nodding slowly. as you walked to the nearby trashcan you could feel his eyes trail after you.

so when you joined his side, he clasped his hands with yours. "i'm sorry, just feeling a little stressed right now." he emphasized the word 'stressed' and you nodded. remembering on his file, it said too much stress could lead to an episode of his. you held his hand equally as tight, looking at him with a soft smile.

"i'm not gonna ask wh-"

"i thought you were going to leave me here," he said with a ragged breath, "it's a little thing, but i got worried, sorry. i get worried easily."

you nodded in understanding, waving your hand dismissively, "don't apologize. what were you wanting to ask earlier?" your thumb rubbed against the back of his hand and you didn't know how thankful he was for your touch. his worries were dying down already, positively because of your prescence and touch. if he was at home alone, he would've snapped already. you really were a blessing to have. it was a shame he had to share you.

"have you had any other jobs before this one?"

"yes, i did." you answered openly. "i was offered to be a translator for an american company stationed here. they needed a translator, but the way i was treated there made me quit. besides, that place had shut down a few weeks later, so i guess i got really lucky. after that i applied for a job at the nursing home. occasionally, i had side jobs to care for those with mental disorders and such."

he nodded along, already knowing that information. in fact, he felt he knew it too well. he remembered when jin had conveyed that message to him. he snapped that day when he heard you were being mistreated. he was also the one who wanted you to come and join them instead, encouraging the others to send that letter to you.

"i see, well the job must've sucked anyway." he said, beginning to lighten the mood. "we're happy we have you though. you're not the only grateful one~"

his comments made you smile, forgetting about what you were previously talking about.

"why are you so curious anyway?"

he lifted an eyebrow, pouting a bit, "can't be curious about our sweet little maid." your nose scrunched at the comment, not sure if it was a negative or positive.

"i mean, i guess you're right. curiosity did kill the cat though," you winked playfully, chuckling alongside him.

"however, i am satisfied with those answers." he smirked back, taking a bite out of his cone. as he chewed his phone began to ring. his hands were full however, one of his hands holding his cone, the other holding yours. his grip on your hand tightened a bit, telling you he didn't want to let go.

he nodded, saying it was alright to check his phone. so, hesitantly however, you grabbed his phone and your expression eased when you read the name.

'jungkookie'

"its jungkook."

"oh just answer it," he nods once again, "what does he need now?"

you swiped on the screen if his phone, putting it on speaker so taehyung could talk.

"what do you need kookie?" he spoke casually, biting off another piece of cone.

"i-i need you to come get me, please. i-can't b-breathe."

taehyung was more on guard now, getting up and biting down the last of the ice cream cone. "we gotta go back to the university. quickly." you swallowed harshly, getting up and starting the car. taehyung got in after you, calmly (surprisingly) speaking to jungkook on the other end.

"hey, kook, listen to me. i know it feels suffocating, but listen to me okay," heavy breathing was heard on the other end, "y/n is here, okay? she's here. she is here."

you glanced at taehyung questionably, wondering why it mattered whether or not you were, in fact, here.

"y-y-y/n?" his voice was shaky, hiccupping heard afterwords. "yo-you're there?" a strong wheeze was heard after that. it encouraged you to really race through the streets, no matter how close it was. he needed someone, now.

"yeah, i'm here. where are you jungkook? me and tae are gonna get you, okay? focus for a moment and tell us where you are." your words were rushed and you were afraid he wouldnt be able to comprehend what you were saying.

"eas-east building, floor-r 1, right by econ."

you shut your door, loud enough for a lot of people to stare in confusion. taehyung led you to the building and inside to where jungkook said he was.

you saw the younger boy, knees to his chest, tears streaming down his face, the hand clenching his phone so tightly you swore you almost saw a crack forming.

"kook!" taehyung called out, rushing to kneel by his younger friend's side. "you're okay. i got you, i got you."

➣jeon jeongguk

21 years old. medium dark brown hair(wings/ynwa era). takes singing and dancing seriously, passionate about both activities. has terrible anxiety, but still is able to attract all the girls on campus with his seemingly innocent and boyish look. however, jungkook only has his eyes on one girl.

jungkook shook his head 'no,' pushing past him to stumble to his legs. he got up and ran into your arms, sobbing into your shoulder. his grip was tight around you, like he never wished to let go. softly, you could hear your name being muttered over and over. his body shook, the wetness of his tears soaking through your shirt's fabric.

"hey. it's alright, i'm here. i'm here, it's okay."

his body shook even more violently with his sobs, squeezing you even tighter. "do-don't go, st-stay."

"i'm not going anywhere. hey, breathe in and out with me, okay?" you didn't care about your surroundings and brought you two down to the ground. "look at me, listen to me."

he did as told, staring at you with his red, doe eyes. when you made sure he was paying attention, you took in deep breaths for him to mimic. his eyes stayed on your lips, following after you. although he did have hiccups in between some breaths, he managed to steady himself.

taehyung, slightly jealous, stayed silent. jungkook was wrapped in your arms, head resting in the crook of your neck. you looked at taehyung, nodding to him, saying he should go to his class now before he misses it. he hesitantly leaves, waving bye to you as you try to comfort jungkook more.

from your experience with past patients and by what recently happened, you could assume jungkook had a panic attack. you shuffled both of you over to sit on the couch which was in the corner of the room. students had poured into the building, following their schedule. some paid no mind as others didn't bother hiding their stare. even when his sniffles were gone and the tears were long gone, he was still holding tightly onto you. his arm wrapped around your own, making him look like a lost child.

suddenly, there was a man that walked up to you two. "hey, is mr. jeon doing alright?"

with the way he held himself, his speech, and his clothing, you could only think that he was the dean of their school. "yes, he should be alright, now." he nodded and looked at the cowering jungkook.

"jungkook, you can take the day off if you would like. some students were telling me this episode was worse than the ones before." you turned to jungkook, asking if he would like going home. he nods, pushing himself closer to you.

"if it's alright, jungkookie would like to leave with noona," he says in a quiet voice. the dean nods, holding his hand for you to shake which you do briefly. he leaves the building and you turn to jungkook with a soft smile.

"if you have everything on you now, we can go home." speaking softly, you gently squeeze his hand. ever since he had calmed down, he seemed to be a bit aloof. you weren't going to question it, assuming he was just really coming back and calming down.

so you picked the backpack up for him, guiding the straps to his shoulders and walked hand-in-hand with him to the car. you opened his door for him, reminding him to put his seat belt on before you entered through your side of the car.

"noona," his quiet voice started, "jungkookie is sorry for causing trouble. i-i was just really anxious and ever-rything felt too close." there was a tremble in his tone and you shook your head in objection to his apologies.

"hey, you don't need to apologise, there should be no need for you to apologize for something you couldn't control. and don't even call it trouble, you caused me no trouble," although your eyes were trained on the road, the smile on your lips was directed to him.

jungkook chewed on his lip, watching your soft expression. he felt like there were butterflies in his stomach from the sweet, kind smile on your face. he had only dreamt of seeing it up close and have it directed to him before.

"noona, jungkookie thinks you're sooo pretty! this pretty!" he blurted, stretching his arms wide open, almost hitting you with his palm.

you flinched slightly at the sudden outburst, stopping at the red light and taking your time to inspect him. "jungkook, you alright?"

"jungkookie is okay now! now that noona is here! and she's sharing all of her happiness and smiles, so of course jungkookie okay."

his tone, which was lighter and higher than usual, his words, speaking in third person, his sudden switch in action - he had changed to an alter of his. why had it taken you so long to figure that much out? it said on his file he had DID, why couldn't you piece two aand two together?

you also read that same night when you were researching their own disorders, people switch alters or heads when they might be feeling temendously anxious or they were triggered to. some people with DID find it to be a protecting or shielding mechanism. what exactly happened at school with jungkook today?

"well, jungkookie," you started slowly. he had nodded eagerly, loving the sound of his name falling off of your lips.

"yes noona?" you swear, there were hearts twirling around his head as stars filled his eyes.

"how about i drop you off at home, we can watch some shows, and then we can go pick up the two others together?"

"hmm," he hummed thoughtfully, lower lip jutted out, "jungkookie is a little tired. but maybe if i take a nappy, i can be okay!"

the cheerful and childish response made you smile in relief. who knows maybe it would be better if jungkook stayed home when you went to pick up the boys. so you parked the car in their driveway, bouncing over to open jungkook's door for him.

you unlocked the house door with your own key and the ones inside the house immediately padded over.

"the dean called. said jungkookie had a panic attack and was excused from class. he isn't hurt is he?" you shook your head silently, watching the 3 boys, minus yoongi (he was watching carefully from the sidelines though), was inspecting jungkook, asking him all kinds of questions.

"he isn't hurt," you answered for them, "but he changed alters."

there was a silent pause between everyone, except jungkook who was thumping his foot against the floor. "hyungs! can i take y/n upstairs so we can play with my games?" he had bounced around jin's wheel chair, an excited smile on his face.

"hold on a second bunny, why don't you set up while we talk to y/n here?" the youngest settled for that idea, running up the stairs. when all of them made sure it was clear, they heaved a sigh of relief.

"jungkook in his headspace is usually really in control, so i hope he didn't cause too much trouble for you," jin said with an apologetic smile.

"no he was perfectly fine. it just shocked me a bit, i didn't expect to see jungkook in his little mind space for a while." namjoon leaned over, lowering his voice in safety so jungkook could hear, "it means he trusts you enough to become a little."

the rest of them nodded, agreeing with namjoon. they were about to say something when your phone started vibrating. jimin was calling.

"hello-"

"5th avenue, the corner of that street, right in front of the McDonald's! come quick!!"

it became obvious they needed a ride so you hung up, turning back to the boys.

"he'll be okay with me gone, right?"

they shared a glance before nodding, urging you to get the rest of the boys. so you left, going to the address jimin said in his quick message.

little did you know that while you were gone, jungkook would only get more stubborn and whiney, as the eldest hyungs had to deal with their giant man-baby who had been repeatedly yelling your name after finding out you had left. surprisingly he wasn't crying, just stomping his feet out of frustration.

it didn't matter to jin, the headache he felt was the same from the continuous cry of your name. let's just hope you don't come back home to see how terrible they were at controlling a little jungkook.

YO this chapter literally has double the words than it does with hyung line....I feel bad but i swear i dont have a preference for either line!!

his one eye peeked open, trying to hide his panic. he had forgotten to change it before you came. "uhm, no one. i got it off of the internet."

he threw the covers aside, softly moving you aside from the desktop. "just-just could you change the record and get me my coffee..." he smiles weakly, trying to hide his nerves, "i can't function without it. especially in the mornings." he explained to try and cover himself up. you nodded, letting it slide. you probably were the one at fault anyway, why did you even question him? ugh, you were being so stupid.

there was no way that it was actually you as the lockscreen...that's impossible considering you only met the lot yesterday. your eyes were probably just playing a game with you.

you delicately switched the music, hearing the crackly, yet relaxing beat of a rapper you didn't know the name of. you went to the kitchen and came back up to his room a few minutes later with a steeping cup of hot coffee. he smiled thankfully to you, taking the mug from you.

"thank you." he said and you turned away, about to leave. but the light pressure around your wrist made you turn around with a confused expression. the expression on his face looked as if he was hurting as he touched you, like your contact of skin on skin was burning him.

"so-sorry if I offended you earlier. i-you just caught me off guard with that question." he retracted his hand and scratched a spot behind his ear, a habit you assumed was formed out of anxiety.

"oh, don't worry about it. I should've watched my own mouth. it's not my business what your lockscreen is anyway." you said with a light chuckle. he shook his head with a small pout, which was the cutest thing in your opinion.

"don't blame yourself. it really is my fault." he retorted with the shake of his head. almost like he was disappointed in himself.

"why don't we meet in the middle and say it wasn't any of our faults?" you proposed, deeming it useless if you continued arguing about whose fault it was.

he chuckles at the proposition and nodded. "fine." a smile graced your lips and you continued to take your leave from his room.

"have a nice morning, yoongi." you said softly and he returned it with a grateful smile. shutting the door behind you, you didn't hear the breath of relief he let out.

"such an oblivious girl~~" was the tiny mutter he let out as he clicked away on his desktop, getting right to work.

➣jung hoseok

      choreographer, dancer, and produces and raps occasionally. always working although he does enjoy joking around with the maknae line and being goofy with them. he's a child at heart, beaming with energy and curiosity, although he does get a switch in aura due to his mental disabilities occasionally. has a light tinge of red in his hair although the undertones are true brown color (DNA era). 25 years old.

the giddy dancer was the next to be confronted. upon entering his room, you saw the immediate difference and contrast between the two.

his room was painted a bright, but not obnoxious, yellow. it was dulled down a bit and he had an eccentric colorful poster on his wall, just above the headboard of his bed. reading the color font, you made out the words 'HOPE WORLD.' perhaps it was a movie that you haven't heard of.

as for the male you were supposed to wake up, he was already sitting in front of the large screen of his room.

"good morning hoseok." you said cheerfully, almost like your mood had brightened by the mere sight of his wallpaper.

"ah, good morning!" his eyes didn't leave the screen. "sorry, unfortunately, i can't pause Tetris 99 and i'm ranked pretty high right now..." his voice was fading as he continued to focus on the colorful blocks on his screen.

you maneuvered around him, making sure not to cover his vision from his intense game. you sat at his desk, placing the pills labeled with his name into your hand. you had to wait until he was finished until you could give him his pills.

so you watched and got unreasonably attached to his game as well.

"shit..." he cursed lowly under his breath when it showed he was eliminated. honestly, you were yelling at which directions to put the blocks and how to edit their position, but for the sale of professionalism, you held that urge to yell back.

"better luck next time," you said with an encouraging smile. his annoyed expression was washed away immediately like he had taken off an invisible mask, and a wide smile spread his face.

"yup! thanks for the encouragement. it means a lot!" he took the pills on his desk, swallowing without a problem. "have the others been treating you well? the little ones aren't causing trouble right?"

you chuckled at the reference of the maknae line, shaking your head. "everyone is super sweet and nice~ no one has caused trouble." you pushed away the thought of the minor bump in the road at yoongi's room.

"i'm a good boy too right? i don't act up~~" he put his hand under his chin and pursed his lips cutely. he surely was cute. you held back the urge to pinch his cheeks. so all you could do was laugh with a light blush and nod.

"yes, hoseok. you're a good patient." you ruffled his hair slightly.

"awe, am i only a patient to you?" a cute pout now was on his lips, putting his hand on his sides as an upset child would.

"well, hopefully, we become closer as friends." you said in a sing-song voice stepping towards his door. "would you like me to come back to remind you of your studio opening? or do you think you could manage?"

hoseok thought. he always remembered when his studio opened, he was the owner and couldn't let his students down by being late. usually, he was a good 20 minutes early just to clean up. but that would mean you would come back and see him. so, with the two options, he obviously chose the latter.

"just for safety precaution, please come back around to remind me." you nodded in understanding.

"have a nice morning then, and see you soon hoseok." you were about to shut his door before his voice called out to you.

"wait!" he rushed to the doorway, opening it wider as he smiled, "call me hobi from now on. after all, we are gonna wanna become comfortable if you wanna be close friends! i hear nicknames are good ways of doing so. so call me hobi from now on, okay?"

you couldn't say no, especially when he was beaming with a smile like a little puppy. he was so unreasonably cute, it was unfair.

"alright then, hobi, have a good rest of the morning." you made sure to exaggerate the new nickname, thinking it would make him happy. and it did and it showed through his bright smile.

this time you shut the door without him interrupting, continuing on with your job and going down the hallway a bit more to namjoon's room.

meanwhile, hoseok was on his bed, face down in the pillows. in his arms was one that was suffering from his tight hug that he was enveloping it with. he had to bite back a squeal knowing you were only a few feet away from his room.

'i'm a good boy, she said so herself.' he said with a light blush, kicking his feet in ecstasy. 'i can't let her down now, i'll be good for her and only her.'

➣kim namjoon

      online college courses so most of his mornings are spent in his office doing work. very smart and excels in most of his classes. occasionally will accompany jin on his out of country trips, just to be a helping hand if needed. blondish, blonde hair, usually exposing his forehead. he's 25 years old and does also confide in his lyrical book to relieve stress.

you stopped a moment in front of the door, leaning your head against the door. your eyes were widened a bit, seeing how long his list was. you soon realized that is was like that because it contained his school schedule (which was several pages long, he didn't keep out details.)

suddenly, the door was swung open, leaving you to fall out of balance. luckily, namjoon acted fast enough to catch you. he was careful with his hands, not wanting to intrude on your personal space. he kept his arms stiff as he caught you from your underarms.

"oh my go-! i'm so sorry namjoon," you bowed profusely, trying to hide the embarrassment in your voice. although, it didn't help much. his familiar chuckle left his lips as he shook his head.

"it's fine," he said with a sweet smile, "i suppose i should apologize too for scaring you. sorry, i had just seen someone's shadow by the door, wanted to see who it was." he explained, keeping the same sweet smile on his face.

you nodded in understanding, digging into your small bag for his dosage. "would you like water?"

"ah, yes. i do need water, unlike the others, i have trouble swallowing these pills down."

rushing to get water, you came back upstairs with a full small glass and a tired smile. "sorry, i should've added that to your notes. i'll be sure to add that on later." he said before swallowing his dose.

"well, i would hate to cut our conversation short but i do need to continue on working. duty does call, unfortunately." he said with a heavy sigh. he didn't want to leave you prescence, but he needed to finish his work before anything else. maybe if he worked hard enough, he would get to spend alone time with you before lunch.

so as you nodded and shut his door, he dashed to his desk and worked as fast. but effectively as possible. without taking a second glance at the click the whole time, he was clicking through pages of pages of articles. at with all this rushing to get finished, he was done at a new record speed of an hour and forty-five minutes.

that was half his time than usual. and he was giddy and excited to have some personal time spent with you. he left his room, shutting the door and bringing his cup of water with him as he walks down the stairs.

however, his rushed feet paused as he heard you laughing. along with a familiar laughter mixed in with yours.

"hobi! stop, i won fair and square!" giu exclaimed as hoseok stomped his feet childishly. he was acting like a child and that was what triggered your laughter. meanwhile, namjoon was scowling at the scene.

of course, he had to ruin the moment. he was supposed to talk to you for some time longer. whatever, he would get his way with you eventually, he told himself.

"what are you two doing?" namjoon voiced, walking closer to you two. in the center of the room there was a giant flat screen TV and it displayed the image of mario kart. "ah, nevermind. i'll let you two have your own time."

hoseok smirked victoriously seeing namjoon's disheartened attitude. "no! come on join us! hoseok had to leave for his studio anyway."

the younger of the two lifted his head hopefully, the cutest smile basking his features.

"really?"

"what-no-!"

"hobi, we can have a rematch mater. you have to go to your studio remember?" you reminded the male, who slouched on defeat. his victorious smile long gone as he stood from his position on the couch.

his bag was already packed for the studio and he hid you two a farewell, not without glaring at namjoon when you weren't paying attention. the other simply smiled innocently, waving bye almost mockingly to hoseok's retreating figure.

"to be honest, i'm kinda scared to go against you. hoseok is second best to jin in this house, so you must be really skilled."

you smiled confidently, "not to toot my own horn, but i've been playing since i was a kid." the newfound fact about yourself made namjoon smile fondly at you.

"well let's hope lady luck is on my side today."

she wasn't. he just all the races you two played, leaving you to pat his shoulder reassuringly even though a prideful smirk was on your lips.

"i demand a rematch, that was not fair!"

tou checked your phone, standing up with a smile. "afraid not at this moment. i've got to get the younger ones from school."

namjoon stood up and followed your walking figure, that was getting closer to the door. "we can send a driver to pick them up, come on just one more."

"sorry, duty calls, like you said earlier." namjoon let out a weak chuckle, not liking how his own words bit him in the butt.

"fine, but i expect a game when you come back."

"we will see namjoon, see you later." you waved and departed, leaving the male to slouch where he stood.

as you drove off to the college, jin sat in his wheelchair as yoongi leaned against the stairwell railing observing Namjoon.

"he's smart, but too selfish." yoongi noted, glaring at namjoon's figure.

"you're one to talk, you maniac."

"oh shut up, poser."

"ah, yoongi, you know I prefer romancer." the eldest winked as the other rolled his eyes at the statement.