(Y/N'S POV)

"How long are we talking?" You ask crossing your legs, annoyance seeping through your words as your jaw screwed tight.

Considering they'd just kidnapped you and were asking you to go to quite far lengths to help a total stranger, your harsh reaction was definitely warranted.

Well, at least in your opinion.

"1 year. Just until next year's album is sold and doing well." The plum-haired man presents a paper to you and the brunette, the latter grimacing when observing the distance set by you and the maknae.

"This is the contract. It has all the conditions for this arrangement." The older hands each of you a copy to read through, covering topics such as legal matters and so on. Your eyes scan through the thousands of words, one section in particular flagging your attention.

The Rules

"Rules of this contract," The stranger pauses sparing the maknae a glance.

The brunette rolls his eyes, "Just go." he says, irritated.

Heaving a sigh, the older continues, "This contract only has one rule. So the least you can do is abide by this one simple rule," The mauve-haired man's eyes follow you from his rounded glasses, then turning to the boy beside you.

"You can't tell anyone. This is top secret."

The corners of brunettes lips fall, eyebrows furrowing as he made eye contact with his hyung. "What about the others?"

"They can't know about it," He leans back, folding his hand in his lap. "Afterall we wouldn't want the situation to get out of hand."

You scoff listening to the two continue, "That's it? There isn't a catch?"

The stranger cocks his head towards you, head falling to one side, "Sure," He grins.

"Don't fall in love."

The boy beside you snorts in attempt to hide the laughter creeping his throat.

The stranger frowns. "Jungkook stop it, that's rude."

The brunette, who you presumed to be named Jungkook, no longer can contain himself, laughter pouring from his lips to a point where he almost seemed like a psychopath.

"Ahaha! Who would fall in love with her? Your not serious right? There's no way that's a rule. Oh wait! It is! Ahaha!" He almost falls from his chair.

His amusement alone was enough to make you grit your teeth in anger.

You frown, lips allowing a much needed sigh as your eyes lock onto his chocolate orbs with confidence. "Me falling in love with you will be the last thing I'll ever do." You mumble just loud enough for him to hear.

If he was going to get on your nerves, you figured you'd bother him too.

You know what they say,

Playing with fire is dangerous.

"Yeah right. I'm way too handsome." He brags, combing back his hazel locks with one hand, grin arrogant.

You couldn't help but internally cringe.

The boy is simply way too full of himself.

"JUST SIGN THE CONTRACT BOTH OF YOU ALREADY!!!" The older yells, pounding his fist against the table, volume loud enough to force you and Jungkook to end the needless bickering.

Atmosphere silent, you and Jungkook survey each other's papers, imprinting your signatures on the dotted line.

With a sudden ease of tension, the stranger collapses into his seat. "Okay... Now I can relax."

"Not quite." You speak up. "Remember at the end of this, you owe me an exclusive." You remind.

"Right," He sighs, hand sliding down his forehead, "I promise." His orbs meet yours, and without much doubt you knew he would keep his word.

"Well I'm leaving," you announce, gathering your things, then trotting to the front entrance.

"Ah right!" The stranger chases after you, only to put a small paper in your hand. "It's my number. I'll text you so you can have notice for outings. Since we'll be dealing with each other frequently, let me introduce myself."

You return his statement with a blank stare, waiting for him to continue. He smiles, "I'm Namjoon and that is Jungkook." He gestures to the tall man minding his own business in the living room.

"Yeah, I already know his name." You admit, Namjoon's gaze averting his feet in sheepishness.

You muster the most genuine smile to your lips, "Okay. Well it was uh... Nice to meet you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going." You awkwardly excuse yourself, reaching for the doorknob.

"Hold on!" Namjoon grabs you by the wrist, "Because it's getting late, would you like to stay the night?"

Your eyes widen for a moment, "No no. Really it's fine! I'm used to it anyways." You argue, attempting to politely decline his offer.

However being the stubborn man that he is, Namjoon wasn't going to let you off the hook so easily.

The both of you continue to negotiate until you come to a sudden pause, noticing another presence has entered the room

A tall and broad shouldered brunette appears, a sluggish yawn soaring from his lips and eyes mere slits, almost as if he'd just been awaken from a deep slumber.

You crossed your fingers hoping that wasn't the case.

He stalks towards you, resting a hand on Namjoon's shoulder. "Namjoon who's this?" He asks, eyeing you down somewhat skeptically, a certain degree of caution apparent in his gaze.

Namjoon smiles, "Ah, Jin hyung. Don't worry about her. She's just someone we have business with. Right?" Namjoon's gaze turns you, hinting for you to catch on to the lie he had started.

Almost instantly, you catch on.

"Ah! That's right! I was just here to check what is currently being consumed in the house. We want the nation's idols to be healthy right?" You peep, an awkward giggle soon following.

The man pushes past Namjoon, observing you closely. You had grown intimidated under his piercing gaze, swallowing the hard lump in your throat.

From his expression you could tell he was not buying it.

"If your really the nutritionist..." He inches closer, "Then why didn't you say so!" A large smile gifts his lips, suddenly catching you off guard.

You give Namjoon a look resembling a plea for help, which he just returns with a shrug.

The brunette notices the two ticking hands of the clock, "Namjoon's right! Why don't you stay? You can leave in the morning, it's not big deal! You can sleep in my bed." Without another word he whisks you away, dragging you through a series a hallways, your head spinning in response to the complexity of the dorm.

"Jin, she can sleep in my bed it's no big deal! Hyung, I insist!" Namjoon shouts chasing after the both of you, the tall man coming to a sudden halt.

"Why are you talking so much? It's unlike you." His gaze turns to Namjoon, the maroon-haired boy flashing a dimpled smile. "Namjoon are you hiding something?" The brunette's gaze turns accusing, trying to detect anything that he could deem as suspicious.

Namjoon shakes his head. "No. But I think you're scaring her." He points to your trembling legs, the brunette's jaw dropping briefly, an apologetic smile replacing his lips.

"Oh." He drops your hand, "Sorry about that!" He grins playfully. "You must be new right? I mean we haven't had a nutritionist since our debut!"

You nod, the older scratching the nape of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry for not introducing myself sooner. Hehe. My name's Seokjin. But you can call me Jin."

"O-ok." You slink behind Namjoon's tall frame, as he was the only one you could deem as trustworthy.

Namjoon clears his throat, breaking the awkward atmosphere. "Ok Jin. That's enough. She's had a hard day already, we don't need you to stress her out any more."

Jin laughs, "Ah ok... Well, nice meeting you! Hope to see you around more often!" He winks, still lingering near the door frame.

"Hyung just go to bed already." Namjoon whines.

"Alright~ fine! I'm going." The eldest groans, both you and Namjoon heaving a sigh when the door shuts.

"I'd thought he'd never leave." Namjoon exhausts.

You giggle. "He seems pretty nice."

Tossing his phone onto his bed, Namjoon scoffs. "Talk to me after 4 years of living with that goon." He grumbles.

"Ah right. Let me take you to your room." He remembers, leading you down the hall into a spacious bedroom, lavished in expensive furniture and luxurious items. Entering the room, Namjoon hands you some blankets and other basic toiletries, "This should be good right?"

"Um." You glance at all the objects balancing in your arms. "I think so?" You squeak.

"We have a recording tomorrow so J-Hope, Suga and I won't be here when you leave." Namjoon explains.

"Ah... Okay. Don't mind me." A weary smile tugs your lips.

Namjoon spares you a final glance, grinning, "Well then... Goodnight." He sings. Your hand nears the washroom door knob, the purple-haired man stopping you.

"Hold on." He stumbles into the bathroom looking somewhat distressed, later returning with a white bag in his hand. "Sorry it was a little messy." He admits, a sheepish grin pulling his lips.

"Oh yeah here!" He tosses you a pair of keys. "They're mine. Until I get another pair cut, use these." He says.

"Ok." You bow, surveying the metal hugging your palm, lips rounding into a pout and brows knitting in confusion.

Pink keys?

Not what you were expecting.

"Also one more thing," he pauses.

You internally groan.

This man was messing with your beauty sleep and you weren't having any of it.

"Yes?"

"You'll be sharing with my roommate. Enjoy~" He winks, trotting off with an evil kind of glint in his eyes, not to mention the wicked smile climbing up his face.

Your mouth drops when you open the door. "Jesus Christ put on a shirt!" You shriek.

"Hey babe~" He purrs.

Well shit...

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