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"Wake up idiots!" Jin screams at the boys who were, key word: were, sleeping soundly. Groggily the boys file out of their rooms and to the the kitchen, where Jungkook was sitting on a stool painting.

"Good morning guys." He chirps happily, Jungkook was in one of his better moods. The boys smile at him.

"So Jin, what's for breakfast?" Jimin asks, looking for but alas that wasn't why they had been woken up.

"There's no food, but we have an interview, remember a guy wanted to check out the apartment to see if he wanted to rent it?" Jin asked in a serious tone. The boys didn't respond so he sighed, "You forgot didn't you? Ah, whatever let's just get to cleaning." They all sigh and begin to clean up the apartment that was fairly clean.

"Hobi? Why the hell are your boxers under the couch cushions?" Yoongi's words spoken in a teasing voice. Hobi knew Yoongi wouldn't forget anytime soon. Sighing he decides to just keep cleaning and ignore Yoongi's voice hoping Jimin didn't hear. He really cared about what the younger male had thought about him, but that's how dance partners are, right? He knew deep down that it was for a different reason but tried to push it past him.

After an hour they were done cleaning and Jin had begun prepping a breakfast, as soon as he flipped the last pancake onto the plate, the revived a knock on the door. Jungkook got up to answer the door, forgetting it could be a stranger. He opens the door to be faced with a man, he had a boxy smile on his face, short brown hair, it seemed soft to the touch, brown eyes, and an overall attractive face. Jungkook's hands got clammy. He left the stranger at the door before introducing himself and ran up to his room. (He probably thinks I'm wierd, and ugly. He thinks I'm a fag, he probably hates me. I ran without introducing myself, I'm so wierd. I'm an idiot, I should die. What's wrong with me? I'm an asshole) the voice in his head got to him a minute ago he had been laughing, he was now in the deep hell of his mind. The one in which he couldn't escape without an antidote. Jungkook quickly ran to his beside drawer and opened his drawer, tears forming in his eyes, the other voice telling him not to open it. But he was already gone, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

 He chewed on the end slightly, and sighed, a smile starting to form back on his face as the lit end let him inhale the smoke. Feeling relived he took the cigarette out of his mouth and stomped on it, but the tears started forming again. He hated himself for smoking, but the other side wouldn't go away otherwise. He felt helpless, his body slumped onto the floor with his red face, tears, and burned cig.

Voices began coming towards the door, happy ones, a one he didn't recognize with them. His door opened slowly and revealed his pitiful state. The boys stared at him with remorse, tears filling their eyes. The man walked over to him, looking around his room. He looked at the abstract all over his walls, filling the room with beautiful colors that complemented the boys appearance. He walked over to Jungkook.

"I didn't get to introduce myself, I'm Kim Taehyung. It's great to meet you." He said with a slight smile on his face. Jungkook stared up with a blank face. "You can call me Tae."

"Hey Tae," Jungkook said slowly rising to his feet, "I'm an asshole you shouldn't talk to because I have depression and act like a bitch. It's a pleasure to meet you. Now please get the hell out of my room." Jungkook offered a sarcastic smile and shoved 'Tae' out of the room along with the boys who were staring with mixed expressions. He heard mumbling behind his back but then heard a loud voice speak up beside them.

"He will be my friend. He has no choice now. I'll make him my bestie, or boyfriend." Tae speaks in a joking manner."

"I'm straight asshole!" The boy with the red, puffy face responds.

"I'll make you gay."

So, that was the first chapter! What do you guys think? Let me know. Next Chapter coming soon :)