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Hoseok groaned as he checked his watch for the tenth time in the last hour. Brooke sat on the bed beside him, anxiously tapping her foot. "It's been two million fucking hours." Her boyfriend spat.

His head shot up when he heard a car pull into the cabin driveway. Both of them rushed out of the bed room and outside, into the yard.

"You just had to pick a cabin in the middle of no where, didn't you-?" Jimin scoffed as he slammed the car door shut.

"My baby—!" Brooke squealed as she pushed past her boyfriend and jumped into my arms.

"It's only been a day, but I miss you so much." I cooed as she aggressively hugged me.

Jimin and Hoseok awkwardly glanced at each other, refusing to get an inch closer. I released her from my arms, letting her breathe.

"Come inside—!" Brooke grabbed my wrist. "I need to give you a tour."

Jimin ran his hand through his messy hair, as he walked back to the car. Hoseok followed after him with smug look on his face.

"Stop looking at me like that." Jimin muttered as he popped the trunk open.

"Give me the details—!" Hoseok jumped onto the hood of the car, like a gossiping high school girl.

Jimin shoved him off his car, before wiping his hands on his shirt. "What details, like how many times I had to piss—?" He asked Hoseok as he struggled to get off the ground.

"You know what I mean." Hoseok narrowed his eyes as he brushed the dirt off his white shirt.

"We just talked." Jimin muttered, knowing that wasn't the answer Hoseok wanted to hear.

"You guys we're literally gone for an hour, and you wanna tell me you didn't have car sex?" He raised a brow. "I don't believe that for one second."

"Don't believe it." Jimin tossed the duffel bag over his shoulder, before slamming the trunk. "It never happened."

"Shame on you." Hoseok slowly shook his head. "I left you too alone so something good could come out of it—get it? Come—

Jimin slapped his chest. "You're not funny."

"I think I'm pretty funny." Hoseok boasted as he helped jimin carry the luggage inside.

"Brooke—!" Hoseok shouted.

"What you little shit?" She peaked her head out from the stairs. "You scared me."

"Take your shit out of Jimin's room."

"What—?" Brooke narrowed her eyes as she ran down the small set of wooden stairs. "Since when was that his room? It's for me and Rae—

"You're sleeping with me." Hoseok grabbed his luggage from the floor.

"The where would Rae sle—" Jimin's words slowly faded as he saw a smirk on his best friends face.

"You're fucking insane." Jimin scoffed as he walked past the bigger room. "Let your girlfriend sleep with her, asshole."

"Park Jimin—?" Brooke raised her brows with a surprised smile as she placed an arm around his shoulder. "Did you turn soft—?"

Jimin pushed Brooke's hand, rolling his eyes as her and Hoseok broke down laughing. I could hear from my room, and decided to hear the joke for myself.

"What did I miss—?" I rushed down the stairs to see the two love birds on the floor, while Jimin rested his head against the wall.

"Rae, don't speak to them." Jimin held onto my wrist as he pulled me towards him. "They're messed up in the head."

"Rae—!" Brooke choked out my name as she gave little laughs in between. "What the hell d-did you do to Jimin?"

"What?" I pursed my lips, confused from every direction.

"Don't listen to them." Jimin reached over behind me as he covered my eyes with his hands.

I tilted my head back and softly laughed. "You're supposed to cover my ears Jimin."

"Shit, you're right." He quickly moved his hands, as the other two collapsed to the floor.

"I'm so confused." I gave him a blank look.

"It's nothing." Jimin reassured me. "They're just messing with you."

"We're your God parents." Brooke gave me a cute smile. "We're match makers too." She winked.

"Wait a second." A straight line formed on my lips as I began to finally get why they were laughing. "You guys are—

Jimin wrapped his arms around my waist, quickly carrying me out of the room before I attacked them both. "Let me go so I can fight Brooke." I playfully pinched his arm.

"Ouch."

I rolled my eyes at his bad acting. "It'll hurt sooner or later smartass."

"Aw, you called me smart." Jimin cooed as he pinched my cheek.

"Dumbass—" I squealed as he lifted me off the floor, and over his shoulder. "Jimin, you know I don't like being carried." I repeatedly punched his arm.

"Look at them." Hoseok softly smiled as he stood next to Brooke.

"You think they'll fall for each other?" Brooke whispered back.

"I think they already did."

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"Hoseok, the fucking turkey's on fire—!" I shouted as he was cutting tomatoes.

"What—?" He lowered his brows, using the rag to clean his hands. "Who the hell set the oven to 500 degrees—?"

Jimin choked on his drink.

"Park Jimin, I'm gonna kill you." Hoseok groaned as he quickly reached for kitchen mittens.

"It's not even thanksgiving—! Why the hell are we making a turkey—? Brooke shouted from the bath room.

Hoseok used the mittens to grab the turkey, and as soon as he did that the flame grew along with his pupils. He panicked and chucked the turkey in front of him, squinting his eyes as he heard the sound of glass shatter.

"Nice going." Jimin hit the back of Hoseok's head as he looked at the dirt covered turkey.

Brooke walked into the kitchen, fanning herself as the smell of smoke took over the room. She noticed the broken window, but lost it when her eyes laid on the burnt turkey sitting next to a bush. If you don't know Brooke by now, she finds a way to make every thing seem amusing.

"Jimin, save the fucking turkey—!" Brooke wheezed as he jumped over the couch, and ran to the back.

We all crowded by the window, watching as Jimin picked up the burnt turkey with one hand, holding it away from himself as he ran back inside.

"Can we save it?" Brooke turned to Hoseok, giggling at his smoked cheeks.

"Jimin." Hoseok crossed his arms. "Who the fuck holds a turkey like that?"

"What?"

"You literally had your fist up it's ass." He demonstrated with the poor turkey.

"I'm gonna pee myself—" Brooke cackled as she held onto my arm for support.

"Please don't." Hoseok scrunched his nose he took his fist out of the turkey.

"I guess we're eating rice and carrots.." I cracked a smile as Brooke and I made eye contact.

"Those carrots?" Jimin pointed at the floor.

Hoseok angrily groaned as he threw the turkey into the living room.

"I guess we're eating rice." I gave them weak smile, holding the bowl to my chest.

"Don't drop it." Jimin warned as he slowly took it from my hands.

Hoseok threw his hands behind his head, hitting Jimin in the face as he attempted to stretch. The bowl collided with the floor and everyone's face turned completely red. Hoseok glanced around, before letting out a loud sigh.

"Restaurant?"

Everyone agreed, walking over to grab our jackets from the coat hanger.

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