Ay it's your favourite fanfiction author Aalayah! So, I'm here to tell you a little secret. I'm poor. (You gasp). I own a couple kpop albums (EVEN A GOT7 AND AILEE SIGNED ALBUM CAN YOU BELIEVE) and considering I'm way too young to get a job I'd have to get money from somewhere, right?

Let me introduce you to Feature.

(It's the one that says Feature)

Well, what you do is just download free apps, open them for three minutes, delete them and then get points which can be transferred into PayPal money, iTunes gift cards, etc. So far I've got £32 and I've only been on it for a few weeks.

To help you when you sign up it asks you for a code for extra points at the start. You can use mine (WXNBFY), we both get extra points!

That was it really..I am grateful for all your support even though my updates are slow.

"I'm sorry! I knew Hwasa was crazy but not that crazy, I swear! Please believe me!" Hoseok starts to cry as he runs towards me and holds me in a tight hug.

"It's okay." I hush him slowly rubbing his back. "I don't blame you but, you're crushing my arm."

"Oh, God, sorry." He quickly lets go and instead holds my shoulders. "I really, really am sorry..about everything."

"I'm fine, Hoseok! If you say sorry one more time I'll smack you around the head." I smile.

"Sor-"

We both laugh.

"Yoongi's asleep, I see." Hoseok says looking over my shoulder to who I presume is Yoongi sleeping.

"Yep, is he like this all the time?" I ask.

"Yes, he's also really obsessive with his bed, his belongings and his room. I still can't believe he let you in here, never mind let you sleep in his bed." Hoseok smiles. "I'm kind of jealous actually, he's never let me in here."

"Aw, you're jealous of me?" I tease him.

"Maybe." Hoseok shyly smiles.

We both smile at each other.

"We should go downstairs so we don't wake Yoongi, he's really grumpy after he wakes up." Hoseok says gently taking my unbroken arm and leading me out of the room.

I let him take me down the stairs where I began to hear voices arguing.

"We shouldn't have let her be here in the first place! She's in danger!"

"It's Hoseok's fault that bitch beat her up."

"Hoseok shouldn't be allowed her, I would treat-"

"She'd be in as much danger if you dated her."

"I'd be able to protect her, not like him."

"I think we should all calm down, what if they hear us? Hoseok will be heartbroken."

"Hoseok doesn't have a heart."

"You don't mean that."

Hoseok is in front of me, still holding my hand but now it's shaking.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, squeezing his hand.

"...oh, yeah, of course." He mumbles and begins to walk down the stairs again.

We walk into the kitchen to see Namjoon, Jungkook and Jimin around the bar. They stop talking as soon as they see us.

"Ahem, Hoseok!" Jimin smiles and waves.

I expect Hoseok to burst into tears but instead he smiles.

"Jimin!" He replies and waves back.

I see Jungkook look down at our hands, which are still entwined.

"What?" Hoseok laughs. "I'm not allowed to hold hands with my girlfriend?"

Jungkook looks at me and then walks past me, brushing my shoulders.

"Ignore him, he's just a moody teenager." Namjoon says sitting down to drink what I guess to be alcohol.

Hoseok leads me to a seat, opposite Namjoon, and he sits beside me. Jimin runs up and sits the other side to me.

"So, Lucy, what have you and Yoongi been doing up in his bedroom?" Jimin asks his head resting on his hand, his arm propped up onto the table.

"Jimin, stop." Namjoon orders before downing his drink and walking out the same way Jungkook went.

"I just don't understand why Yoongi let you-"

"Stop pestering her, Jimin!" Namjoon shouts from the next room.

Jimin pouts slightly and looks away.

"Jimin, you're pretty cute when you're not beating people up." I say.

"Lucy, you're pretty cute when you're not calling me a pussy."

We all laugh.

"You called him a pussy?"

"Maybe?"

"I can't believe you're real."

"We're going for a run." Jin says startling us all.

"But-"

"Now."

Hoseok and Jimin slide off the seats and defeatedly begin to walk out of the room.

"Not you Hoseok, you are looking after Lucy whilst we're gone." Hoseok jumps up and down shouting "yes!". "Lucy, if he does anything, I mean anything, you're not comfortable with call me."

Jin passes me a piece of paper with numbers on it. His phone number.

"No fair! Why can't I look after Lucy?"

"Because you'll just pester her with questions about what Yoongi smells like, now out!" Jin drags Jimin out of the room.

"Jin is like a Mother isn't he?" I laugh a little.

"Yes, a nagging Mother." Hoseok grins. "They'll be gone in a few minutes once they've woken Yoongi. What do you want to do whilst we have the whole house to ourselves?"

"Not what you're thinking you pervert."

"I wasn't thinking of anything!" Hoseok puts his hands up. "I was thinking about hide and seek, honest!"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Wait! I've got the perfect idea! Wait here! Don't move!" Hoseok practically skips out of the room.

I hear the entrance door slam, I'm alone with Hoseok now.

Can I trust him? What if he does try it on with me?

No, even if he did do something I just need to call Jin.

I put Jin's number into my phone naming him 'Nagging Mother'.

"Hoseok? What are you doing?" I shout.

"Nothing! Stay in there until I say so!" Hoseok shouts back from upstairs.

I hear him running around upstairs and then down the stairs.

"Ok, you can come out now!" Hoseok calls from the next room.

"Yeah, my Mother once said that to me." I mumble to myself.

I walk out of the room to see Hoseok standing like a soldier outside a closed door.

"Are you ready?" Hoseok asks happily.

"I think so?" I reply.

He grabs my hand and opens the door.

The room is mostly red and purple, purple walls, red carpet, purple table, red sofa and a smiling Hoseok pushing me onto a sofa.

"Are you ready?" Hoseok asks standing in front of me.

"You already asked me that."

He moves out of the way to see two of those dance arcade games.

This is probably the opposite of what I thought he was going to show me, part of me thought he was going to show me 'Jin's Sex Chamber' but this is much better.

"So, whoever wins gets to do something to the other person, PG of course." Hoseok smiles before standing on the first arcade. "Come on then!"

I laugh to myself before getting up from the sofa.

I throw myself onto the sofa panting heavily, Hoseok standing before me, not even breaking a sweat.

"We only played once." Hoseok teases.

"How and where did you get your energy from?" I ask rubbing my forehead.

"I like dancing." He shrugs. "Quite a lot actually, it was what I always wanted to be."

"Really?"

"Why? Is it too unimaginable?" He asks sitting down beside me. "And don't ask why I'm not pursuing my dream or anything like that."

I nod.

I never imagined Hoseok liked to dance, never mind being really good at it.

"Can you dance for me?"

Three hours later I'm still hyptonised by his dancing, and he still hasn't broken a sweat or even getting out of breath.

He bows and pulls his hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

"I won," He states. "I get do to something to you."

"...yes?"

"Can I paint your nails?"

I burst out laughing.

After getting my nails painted orange by Hoseok, which he unexpectedly did rather well, we decided to order a Chinese takeaway.

"You're paying!"

"I'm the guest!"

"Exactly!"

Hoseok payed.

Whilst eating I stopped to look at his dimples bouncing, I wasn't lying before, they're really cute.

I press my fingers softly onto his dimples, he looks up confused.

"You're dimples are cute." I shrugged and continued eating.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hoseok slowly smiling at me.

"I should probably drive you home now." Hoseok walks into the room swinging a pair of car keys on his finger.

"You mean to say you could have drove my home earlier?" I ask standing up.

"Yep." He grins and walks out.

I grab my rucksack and follow him outside.

The cool air hits me, I didn't realise it was late until I was gazing at the darkness above.

"Are you coming?" Hoseok asks leaning out of a car.

I'm not good on cars but I'm pretty sure that's a light green Ferrari.

I run and get into the car.

"Is this a-" I ask putting my seatbelt on.

"Yep." He cuts me off grinning. "Bought it myself, it's pretty good-loooking. Takes after it's owner."

We drive fast down dimly lit streets in a comfortable silence until he stops the car and gets out.

"Wait, where-"

I look out of the window to see my house.

I get out of the car.

"How do you know where I live?" I ask.

"Yoongi told me."

"Why does Yoongi know where I live?"

"Not sure."

We walk up the stairs until I'm at my door.

"I feel like I'm on a da-"

I'm cut off when he leans down and kisses me on my forehead.

He smiles, whilst blushing, and quickly runs into the car and drives off.

I put a hand to my cheek.

I just got kissed by Hoseok.