I slowly opened my eyes and checked the bed-side clock.

12:31 PM. I slept that long? Well then, I guess today is 'getting myself settled in' day.

I mentally made a list of what I need to buy. From where, I still don't know. I don't want to bother Seokjin so I'll just go around and try to navigate myself through the busy streets of Seoul.

Toiletries, jackets and sweaters because it's too cold here, etcetera etcetera.

I pulled myself out of bed and tied my hair up in a bun. My eyes went wide when I realized I was in a room. I don't remember going in here last night.

Is jet lag really this bad? I scanned the room, my bags are on the floor beside the desk situated beside the door. I studied the room for a good five minutes before I moved from where I stood. I did some stretching before going in the bathroom connected to my room.

My own bathroom? Wow, this is house is great. I washed my face and found some clean towels to wipe my face. I hope today is a good day.

I went down to the living room and saw someone, who I think is Namjoon, flicking through the channels. He was aggressively pressing on the remote control.

"That will break if you keep doing that," I spoke up. He was startled and jumped a little before settling his eyes on me.

"Your name is Namjoon, right?" I asked. I noticed that the boxes was now gone.

"Yeah, breakfast is in the kitchen. Hurry up before Yoongi finishes up everything," he smiled at me before turning back to the television. He finally found a cartoon show and set the remote control on the table. A smile of satisfaction made its way across his lips.

I noticed he was wearing pajamas now and not just boxers. Well, good thing he sensed my concern last night. It's going to take a lot of time before we can all be comfortable around each other for them to start walking around the house on boxers again.

"Is Seokjin awake?" I asked as I looked around. It is already late but no one else seems to be up.

"Nah," he replied shortly. I started to walk out of the living room when he spoke up again.

"Hey, just a warning, I don't know how to cook so if you get poisoned by my cooking, I apologize in advance."

I giggled at his remark, which brought another smile on his face, and nodded before continuing on my way.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I was greeted by a flying black notebook thrown to my face. My journal I presume. It fell on my feet, adding more folds to its already wrecked state and I held it up and felt my face burn up when I realized what had happened. Too much for a good day.

"Keep your trash to yourself. My room is not a baggage counter," Yoongi said, anger radiating from him. He looked like he was still half-asleep. My blood boiled at his choice of words.

First of all, my journal is not a trash. It has never been and never will be a trash nor did it look like one. And second, he doesn't own this house to claim a "room" for himself.

"You wouldn't have it if you did not take it," I whispered, hoping he won't hear, because I know I'm right yet now is not really a good time to pick a fight.

The worst thing that I could do on my first day with them was to start an argument. I have a bad temper and I hope it won't ruin my stay or else I don't know how I'm going to live here. I hope he, too, would not give me the harsh treatment. I was supposed to be here for recovery and not on a competition for territory.

"What? Why would I want such a garbage?" He said, rolling his eyes. I feel fire trying to escape my mouth and I struggled to keep it in. I clenched my fists and bit my tongue, a centimeter close to bursting. "Garbage" is the last thing that I could call my journal. But I couldn't hold in much longer, I want to hear him at least say sorry for his mockery.

"Take that back." I bit the inside of my lower lip, close to tears. I hate it when I get angry. I always cry and I don't even know why, I can't control my reactions when I'm mad and one of them is bursting into tears. It's a curse, really.

"Get lost." He started to walk away. At this point he managed to push all of my buttons. Seokjin was wrong when he said he was nice. He wasn't just surprised by my arrival, because he would have gotten over it overnight. He simply just doesn't like me.

"You get lost! You could have given it to me nicely!" I couldn't take his insults but at the same time I just can't fight back. Just because he's older doesn't mean he can disrespect me. I gripped the black notebook tightly, I wonder when I can finally be brave enough to slap someone. I tried hard to keep my eyes peeled because once I blink, I know tears will roll down my face.

"Who are you to say that to me? You think this is your house? I doubt that. You'll be out of here in no time," he replied nonchalantly. He noticed my glassy eyes, I know by the way he looked like he won this. The fact that he doesn't care made me want to scratch my skin and until it bleeds. And he obviously wanted to show me how he has the upper hand.

"I can kick you out any time. I'll tell Dad." This was my last straw.

"Do you need me to come with you while you tell on us?" He really know how to make someone angry, infuriated.

Let it go Rachel. Breathe in and out. I need to get some fresh air before I ridicule myself before him. Where is Seokjin when I need him to stand up for me?

I try to stay calm and restrain myself from talking back as it will only prolong the argument, and clearly, neither he nor I will lower our prides. But my body moved on its own like I wasn't in it and lunged into him, when someone suddenly came up to stop me.

The boy was strong and muscular. He held me on my shoulders, keeping me in place. He stood in front of Yoongi and me, acting like a mediator.

"I'm sorry, can I talk to you?" He whispered. I tried to push him away but he was much stronger than I am.

"I really need to," he added as I continued to wriggle out of his grasp. His hand tightened and constricted my blood vessels, my arms started to feel sticks and needles. I tore my eyes from Yoongi and looked up at the person who held me.

A pair of big, alerted eyes scanned my face and his mouth fell open. Yoongi turned his back on us and continued eating his small meal, like nothing happened. Jungkook dragged me by my arm out of the kitchen, his bowl haircut looking dishevelled and bouncy.

We stood awkwardly in the middle of the hallway before he found confidence to voice out his concern. He's been mumbling things to himself like he was practicing what he wanted to talk about. What could be something so important that he interrupted me and Yoongi's conversation?

"I'm... uh, I'm sorry. About Yoongi's actions." He started, rubbing his neck shyly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "It's okay, you had nothing to do with it. You don't need to apologize for him." I reassured him.

"Well... it's really my... fault," all his disrupted sentence was making me feel annoyed again. I tapped my foot on the floor, impatient to what his point was.

"I accidentally put your journal in hyung's things when I carried the boxes of his equipment up the game room. It was on top of the boxes, so I thought... I'm really sorry. Please don't get mad at hyung," he pouted at me. I was about to speak when he interrupted. "And please don't get angry at me, too. It was an honest mistake. I promise to buy you food if you forgive me." He threw his hands up and clasped them together with his head down.

I rolled my eyes playfully, a small smile crept in my face. I feel guilt building up in me when I realized I fought with Yoongi and made him say harsh things when no one is to blame. 

"It's okay," I whispered at him. He looked at me and smiled in glee. His eyes forming into arched lines.

He nodded and bowed at me before proceeding to the living room to join Namjoon. Seokjin suddenly appeared in the staircase and made his way downstairs. He stood in front of me, yawning at my face. I scrunched up my nose. He just woke up.

"Do you have plans today?" He asked while stretching his back.

"I was thinking of buying things like toiletries and new clothes," I answered him, hoping he would offer to come with me. He nodded and chewed his tongue.

"Here, use this in the meantime," he held out a phone and I took it in my hands. "It has my old number, but it still works. Though the battery's not in good condition."

Without another word, he left me and went to the kitchen to have his breakfast. I've already lost my appetite due to the things that happened earlier so I just went upstairs to prepare myself for the day ahead.