I use my hands to cover my eyes, the sudden light hurts.

Jin puts me down lightly. I wipe my hands on my skirt to wipe off the non-existent dust.

I don't even need to look up to know who is there but I look up anyway.

They all stand there looking forward at me like I'm a piece of meat.

I stare back.

How the hell did Jimin get here? Did he pass us on the stairs? At least that means he didn't beat BamBam up too much....right?

My gaze looks down to Jimin's hands.

I can see skin peeling off his knuckles and his palms are stained with blood. I can never understand how someone can beat up a person who is so small and fragile-looking.

"You made it." Namjoon says breaking the silence.

"I didn't really have any choice did I?" I snort.

"I guess not." Namjoon laughs.

I put my blank face on.

I have better things to do than worry about these thug wannabes.

"Oh can't we go somewhere else babe?" I hear a squeaky girls voice say.

"In a minute baby." I hear Hoseok reply.

Jung Hoseok. The ultimate playboy. His friends call him J-Hope but everyone calls him J-Hoe behind his back. No one has ever called him J-Hoe to his face. Why would you? He would probably get the others to beat you up. When he's annoying me I call him that.

I look at him with disgust.

"J-Hoe you will get diseases if you keep fucking every girl you meet." I say.

"What did you just call me? You little b-"

"Hoseok..." Jungkook says sternly.

Hoseok puts his arms up to surrender and then puts them around 'baby'.

I look at her with disgust too.

I bet if she smiled her face would crumple up. Her face has so much make up on you can't even see any of her natural features. Her eyelashes are bigger than her own eyes and her lipstick is all over Hoseoks face.

Ew.

"So...did you just bring me up here to show me the view or.." I say tapping my shoes on the floor impatiently.

"Don't you like spending time with us?" Taehyung smirks.

"No." I blankly say.

"Aish. I'm hurt." Taehyung clutches his chest and drops to the floor.

"So childish." I sigh rolling my eyes. "Do you have to overreact to everything?"

"I'm going to die!" He says dramatically.

"I don't care." I say.

Strange alien sounds erupt from Taehyung.

Sometimes I wonder if this boy is even human.

"You're here so we can play." Yoongi says. "We're bored and you're entertaining."

"What?" I yell. "I'm not your toy!"

"Calm down, gosh!" Jin yells back.

"Gosh!" I mimick quietly, none of them hear me.

Jin never yells, thinking about it, he doesn't talk to anyone other than BTS.

"We want to make you an offer." Namjoon says coming towards me.

I back away.

"Don't come any closer." I say.

"Okay, I won't...this deal though, you come to our party tonight and we won't kill BamBam." He says.

Well, that escalated quickly.

"And what if I don't come?" I ask.

"We kill him." He says as if it's the most normal thing to say.

"What?" I reply. "So if I don't go I'm going to always blame myself for a boys death?"

"We don't want you to think like that!" Jimin says quickly, realises what he said and coughs. "Just think of it as a free invitation to the best party for miles."

"I don't like parties."

"Well," Yoongi starts. "A guilty conscience for the rest of your life for you then."

"What's that boy even done to get you guys so pissed?" I ask.

"He's in a group that's come to this town,"Namjoon replied. "So we're giving them a welcoming gift."

"Do you not even know what they're like?" I look at Namjoon with disgust. "You know, there's no harm in making new friends."

"Are you coming or not?"

"I'll think about it."