"Pssst. Y/n." You slapped your arm over your eyes as the sound of your best friend's voice filled the room.

"It's time to wake up."

"Noooo," You weakly protested.

"What do you mean no? Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake-," You finally slammed your alarm off, relishing in the newfound silence.

Why had you even let him set his stupid voice as an alarm in the first place?

Because you knew it was the only thing annoying enough to get you awake enough to turn it off.

Unfortunately, whenever Jimin now went 'pssst' or anything that remotely sounded like that, you suffered from a mini panic attack, flashbacks of every horrible morning you ever had to suffer through running through your mind at top speed.

Just then, there was a knock at your window.

"Pssst-,"

"NO!" Horror filled you and you raced over to the window and yanked it open, surprising the sweet-faced boy, who fell back on his butt onto your balcony.

He looked up at you, eyes wide.

You, admittedly, probably looked at least slightly insane. Messy hair, rumpled clothes, and a panicked expression weren't doing you any favors at the moment. You weren't even going to get into what your skin looked like right now.

"A-are you okay, Y/n?"

You pasted on a bland smile as you brushed your hair casually out of your face.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

He looked at you disbelievingly. "It's that alarm isn't it."

You averted your eyes, coughing slightly. "...maybe."

He rolled his own eyes. "Just change it, if it really gives you such a hard time."

"No!" You protested. "It's the only thing annoying enough to wake me up! And I associate it with waking up now! I can't ruin that!"

He stared at you, and you stared back.

That continued for a good thirty seconds, before he slowly got up and walked towards you, carefully wrapping his arms around you before burying his nose into your hair.

He held you for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled back, taking a deep breath and looking at you seriously, placing his hands on your shoulders instead.

"Y/n, there's something I need to tell you."

You nodded, immediately growing concerned. He looked so serious...

He leaned in, hovering his lips near your ear, so you could feel them just brushing the shell.

What could it be? Is he going to tell me everything? So soon?

Oh no. Oh no oh-

You were so busy worrying, if he wasn't so close to your ear you probably wouldn't even have heard him.

Unfortunately, you did, and you felt your hairs raise, stress flooding your veins as his melodious voice rang through your ear, in the worst way possible.

"Psssssst."

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*tIMe SkiP*

The boys sat at the table with varying degrees of amusement as they watched Jimin trying to gain your attention.

"Pumpkin, I'm sorry," he whined, clinging onto you desperately.

"I wonder what he did now," Hoseok whispered to Jungkook.

Jungkook nodded, carefully patting his bangs to make sure they were hiding his eyebrows. Well, the place where his eyebrows used to be, at least. It had now become a habit of his, and he hated it.

"I don't know, but I would be scared if I were him. I've been a victim of her pettiness all my life, I know what it's like." He said solemnly.

"Oh poor you," Yoongi commented. "Would you like a tissue?"

"You try getting your eyebrows, and therefore your flawless looks, snatched away in one night." Jungkook snapped.

"I never have to," Yoongi said smugly. "She's never mad at me."

"She's never been mad at me, either," Taehyung chimed in.

Jin turned around and gave him a look. "She literally yelled at you last week for making out with someone in her living room. Like bro, stop doing people in places you know she'll walk into."

"But she wasn't really mad." Taehyung said happily.

Jin stared, before sighing tiredly. "Sure honey, you think that."

"I think the only ones she's never been mad at are Hoseok, Jin, and Yoongi." Namjoon commented.

"What about you, hyung?" Jungkook asked.

"Nah, she dyed my hair purple a couple months ago when she found me watching porn on her computer."

Taehyung looked like he was having an epiphany. "So that's why you dyed it...or she dyed it I guess."

Namjoon shuddered, reliving the horror of waking up to bright purple hair and an ominous message of "Mess with me again and next time it'll be green." Sprayed on the wall with spray cheese.

"At least this color looks good on me," he sighed. "I don't want to have to see how green will look."

"If only you were me," Jin chimed. "You would never have to worry about things looking bad on you."

"Oh shut up."

The argument/loving conversation was interrupted by a sudden gasp echoing through the cafeteria.

Everyone turned to look at Jin, his pink collared shirt and dress pants absolutely soaked by Jungkook's banana milk, which had been knocked over by a clingy Jimin attempting to get even closer to you that was physically possible.

Jimin's eyes widened as Jin's livid stare settled onto him.

"Uh oh..." he whispered, and Jin smirked.

"Uh oh is right, hoe. This was my favorite shirt."

And he launched himself at the poor boy's body.

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A/N:

Anyone who is confused, YES this is where the plot changes. The other one was too weird and twisted and I didn't like it. This ties in more with everything that happened in previous chapters. Sorry if there was anyone who actually liked the other one aoshfoawehflakw