Jin's POV

"Namjoon came to check on his Jinnnieeee!!!!!" I here Jungkook screaming like a preteen girl. I can help but snicker, but feel bad for Namjoon. Today had been a pretty peaceful day, I got to sleep in and recover some. I never realized how wore out I was from yesterday. And then these bozos came after school. My resting time was done.

I heard the bozos storm down the stairs to go bring up Namjoon. They were all giggly and acting silly. I had no idea what was wrong with these boys. I sigh and just snuggle into my covers. I was still not planning on leaving my bed.

"Namjoonie is here!" Jungkook exclaims, suddenly popping into my door way.

"I know Kook, I heard you before." I chuckle.

He is soon pushed into my room by the others corralling Namjoon in my room. He looks flustered and unsure what to do. Poor thing didn't realize how crazy this bunch is. Oh well, Hobi already told him he was stuck with us so... I guess he learned his lesson.

Namjoon is nudged into the room until he is standing at the end of my bed unsure what what to do next.

"You're such a good husband for your Jinnie, why don't you give him his missed work that we all know you worked hard to gather for him today." Yoongi says teasingly, provoking a light shade or red to appear on Namjoon's face.

"You are seriously still on that idea Yoongi?" I ask, have joking half annoyed. I didn't like that he was being this inconsiderate, we only Just met Namjoon for goodness sakes!

"You are the Umma and Appa of our group, I already told you that last night Jin." Yoongi says with a grin, showing no remorse. I hope he doesn't remember anything else from our convo last night.

Suddenly Yoongi's face lights up. "Speaking of last night... WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WITH THE CHERRIES!?!?" he asks shouting at me with curiosity.

Well then, so much for that thought.

The others perk up at after hearing this question, their curiosities growing as well.

"Cherries? What is it with you and fruit Jin? What is Yoongi talking about?" Jim asks, grin forming on his face.

Namjoon has slowly inched his way to the side of the room while these questions are being asked. I can tell he is enjoying this conversation just as much as I am.

"I was texting Jin last night, asking how he was feeling after yesterday, and he said something about having cherries still in his nose. He wouldn't tell me last night and said he would tell me today..." Yoongi explained. He turns around and looks at me expectantly. "So, what's the story with the cherries??"

I hear a snicker from the side of the room. Namjoon has finally cracked. Everyone hear him and turns around, suddenly remembering he was there.

Yoongi turns a 180 and faces Namjoon with a raised eyebrow. "I actually think Namjoon should help explain this to us, he seems to know something we don't!" Yoongi presses, walking toward Namjoon.

Color drains from Namjoon's face, I can tell he regrets that slip. Yoongi wit the help of Tae grabs namjoon by the wrists and bring him back to my bed. They push him with enough force and he ends up sprawled on my bed. He also lands on my leg.

"Ow!" I shout at them. "Stuff roughhousing! Ya!"

Namjoon turns to me and i can see an apology forming on his lips. I stop him before it verbally comes out.

"You're not a fault Namjoon, it's these other bozos." They others laugh and Namjoon continues to sit on my bed, contemplating whether he should bother to get up. The others form a circle around us, now not giving Namjoon an option.

"Tell us, both of you," Tae says with an evil smile. I vowed to myself I would get him back later, along with Yoongi.

Namjoon and I were victims of this interrogation, and we were stuck like chuck. We were surrounded by expecting faces. After a few moments of silence, Jungkook cleared his throat. "Come on now..." he gave us his cutest bunny smile that I can seldom ever resist.

Tae grinned evilly at us and waggled his eyebrows. "Tell them or I'll give them my version." I was so gonna get this kid.

I let out a sigh. "It wasn't anything really, you guys are making such a big deal out of it!" I say, trying to get them to lose interest and move on.

"If it's not a big deal just tell us then," Hobi says with a smirk. Guess that backfired...

"It was nothing, Jin and his mom came over to my house to meet my mom and I and give us some pies they made to welcome us the the neighborhood." Namjoon said, trying to make it seem very simple.

"I think you are forgetting a detail Joonie..." Tae said, hardly containing himself.

"Jin I guess was trying to get revenge, because he decided to attack me with the pie, but he sorely lost that fight," Namjoon said, giving him the upper hand. I let out a huff in protest.

"Oh no way, you are totally embellishing that story! I totally won. You were covered!" I tried to defend.

"You were just as covered Jin, just man up and face that you lost!" Namjoon challenged.

"Oh no, you do not speak to your elder that way! I am your hyung! And I was also the winner, and I could easily win anything else against you Joon." I say sassily. Felt good to give some attitude. Our friend are looking back and forth, almost seeming to be watching a ping pong match, and it's pretty amusing.

"Oh really? I take that as a challenge! Let's not forget who knocked you out with nothing but a meer orange yesterday Hyung!" Namjoon sasses back, earning a chorus of hoots and 'oohhhs' from our audience. "But it looks like you haven't even left your bed, never mind winning any challenge against me." he says with a smirk.

I know he was playing but I could not let him win. I would teach him out respecting his elder! I keep eye contact for a minute, and plan my attack quickly in my head. The others look at us, waiting to see what will happen next.

"I may have been resting all day, but it only means that I am all of energy to take you down!" I roar, pouncing on Namjoon. I pinch him repeatedly and push him off the bed, the floor greeting him with a loud thud.

At this point the others are going wild. "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" They yell, being typical teenagers. Namjoon sat on the floor surprised and out of breath. Out of nowhere he springs up and grabs my arm and flings me off the bed. It caught me off guard and I am sprawled on my bedroom floor.

Namjoon gives me an evil smile, and rushes over. He is soon on top of me, pinning me to the ground.

"I VOTE NAMJOON!" Tae yells. The little traitor. "I VOTE TEAM NAMJOON TOO!" yells back everyone else except Hobi.

"I vote Jin, he's pretty smart!" he defends for me. I have officially proclaimed Hobi to be my new best friend. Namjoon just stays there for a few seconds, triumphant smile playing on his face.

"What were you saying earlier?" he teases.

I growl back, mustering the toughest face I can. Apparently it isn't very good because the others snicker. I suddenly get a plan.

I try to spring up and push Namjoon away, but he pushes me back on the ground.

"OW! MY ARM!!" I shout. Namjoon instantly softens and gets off.

"Oh my goodness I'm sorry Jin! Are you okay!?" He says in a panicked rush. My plan is working perfectly.

I mutter something softly that I know he won't hear. "What was that?" he asks, concerned. He leans back down, and that's when I attack. I let out a battle cry and quickly flip him, pinning him down, opposite of our positions. I know he is stronger, so I even place my knee gently on a sensitive spot so I know he won't be eager to wiggle away.

"I said," I growl, triumphant smirk playing on my lips, "I am your hyung, and I will always win. Don't underestimate me!"

Namjoon is pinned under me, surprise and denial on his face. Everyone cries out, knowing that I've won. "I demand five dollars from each of you who betted against Jin!" Hobi shouts. They all groan and take out their wallets.

"I demand half of that!" I shout behind me at the group of muttering boys. Hobi shoots me a lil and I slowly stand. "Nice try though Namjoon, no need to be ashamed." I say condescendingly, and start to walk off, but something hard trips me up. I'm once again sprawled on the floor. Namjoon was back on top.

"Who said i was done?" he teased. At this point I give all my strength and fight back. We're rolling all over the floor, pinching each other and trying to pin the other. We freeze when my bedroom door suddenly bursts open. I am on top of Namjoon, and I'm right there in his face. Life likes to make situations look bad, doesn't it?

"KIM SEOKJIN WHAT IN GOD'S CREATION IS GOING ON UP HERE YOU SHOULD BE RESTING YOUNG MAN! GET OFF NAMJOON AT ONCE!" My mom scolds.

Namjoon and I are bright red, and I quickly jump off and get back in bed. The others are poorly trying to contain their laughter.

"As for the rest of you, what are you thinking having Jin rough housing like this when you know he should be resting!?" she questions the others. They giggles instantly cease. They look down and mutter apologies to my mom. I love my mom, good for her, I owe her a high five later, putting these goofs in their place. I let out a small giggle, but my mom whips back around.

"I want you all to leave, let Jin rest, please." My mom says. The boys leave in a line one by one, Tae at the tail. "Not you Taehyung," my mom says, "Nice try. You go do homework in your room."

The rest of the boys are gone, and it's just my mom and I. She gives me a knowing look. "Listen to doctors orders!" she says in a tired tone, and she walks out. She pauses and turns around to face me again.

"Good job though, looked like you were winning! That's my son!" she smirks, and then leaves. I love my mom! I can't help but laugh.

I let out a sigh, suddenly feeling tired, the adrenaline wearing off. I take the book I keep on my night stand and decide to read for a bit. After a while i escape the world, and enter the world of my book.