Your highly strung steps enter the dining room where the adored men nested on the chairs.

Namjoon, as always, rested skimming through a book.

Hoseok infuriating Yoongi with his cackle whilst scrolling away his phone. 

Jungkook gazing out of the window, humming erratic melodies.

Taehyung in his own bubble that preferred not to be popped, bopping head to imaginary music.

Jimin's head lifts up to greet you with gleaming features.

"Morning, y/n~ Decided to sleep in today?"

You return the smile even though you really didn't "sleep in". 

Instead, you were trying to find a way to cover this UNKNOWN MARK THAT APPEARED ON YOUR BODY OUTTA NO-FUKEN-WHERE.

But of course, you can't tell him that.

"Morning, Chim."

You sound jaded which was considerate glimpsing at the lack of rest. 

And the guys understood, it wasn't an easy job being an idol, let alone be a part of a band. 

Fan meetings,

concerts, 

comebacks,

albums, 

dance practices,

interviews,

award shows,

world tours, 

MV shootings, 

composing original tracks,

recording new songs,  

the feeling of being watched 24/7... 

falsifying the smiles, 

faking the happiness, the satisfaction of who you had become...

It really wasn't easy. 

But still, joining the Bangtan breed was the best decision of your life. 

At First, you never thought you'd make it. The wrestle, agony and effort, everything was too much to bear. When you all had to sleep in one room. Those times when you'd lose all hope, cry and think of giving up. 

But you didn't. And you're glad you didn't.

"Y/N!"

Your startled head flies up at the calling person. It was Namjoon.

"Stop daydreaming, your breakfast will get cold."

Nodding in acknowledgement of zoning out, you nibble the toast while the 7 boys examine, disquiet.

Jimin's gaze is stuck in concern before he finally turns back to his meal. 

You're sitting in between Taehyung on your left and Jimin on your right. 
In front of you is Jin and next to him are Yoongi and Jungkook.
Namjoon and Hoseok are sat on the left corner of the table, facing each other.

"Y/n?"

Humming at Jin's full-mouth call, you peek up.

"Is wearing a scarf a new trend or something?"

Your chewing jaw paralyses. Fuck.

Heart hammering against your ribs, you ploddingly swallow down the lump of bread, mind striving to think of a justification.

"Yes. Well No- No. it's just that..."

Lying wasn't your thing and that was evident. Stammering through the sentences, You scratch the non-irritated skin on the back of your neck.

"I feel a bit cold. That's all." 

"Kid, do you know the temperature outside? ITS BOILING!"

*shrugs*

"YAH! I feel the heat just by looking at you! Just take it off."

"Hyung, You sound like a paedophile. Let her wear whatever she wants to."

Jungkook speaks up with a glare.

"Yeah, don't look at her if it bothers you."

Seconds Taehyung, nodding in agreement with Jungkook.

"YAH! Both of you little brats teaming up, stop bUTTiNg into other people's conversations!"

Jin raps back.

"Y/n just-"

"Yah kangaroo, Jin won't seal his gob so just take it off."

Yoongi beseeches with a lifted brow, irritated but used to Jin's immaturity. But the fuming expression is swallowed by a smirk.

"Or are you, perhaps, trying to hide a little something under there?"
*eyebrows wiggle*

I-

You try choking out the asinine water drop that thought it was okay to go down your windpipe. Jimin places a hand on the small of your back while Hoseok quickly passes you more water to which Namjoon looks at 'are you fucking dumb?'

"Hyung, what the hell?"

Taehyung shrieks, gaping at Yoongi with a wrinkled face. With red painted cheeks, you accept the glass from Hoseok, chugging with big gulps.

"It was a joke. Chill your tits."

Yoongi mumbles away, grinning internally.

"YAH! DRINK SLOWER! OR DO YOU WANT TO CHOKE ON THAT TOO?"

Jin screams once again. Bro can you not stfu and let me breath?

"Hyungg! Leave her alone, seriously. Why are you always after her?"

Jimin finally protests, hand still behind your back.

"Aigoo! Stop being such a nagging mother. She can do whatever she wants."

Hoseok adds. Clearly, it was exasperating them too. And just like that the childlike-men start yet another conflict. 

Through all this all though, Namjoon being the only shrewd human there slurped tea, peering at the scene and not wanting to get himself into the drama.

You huff, feeling like you'd explode by moving a single cell. Consuming too much in a state of anxiety or stress wasn't new for you.

And you hated that about yourself because you didn't really eat at all, until you did eat. 

Guess who's going to spending an hour fingering their throat in the toilet after this? 

Jimin sulks when picking up the dishes, placing them in the sink. It was his turn to wash up today.

And we would've used the dishwasher if Kim fucking Namjoon hadn't broken it.

You take in a mammoth-like breath before getting up and slothfully strolling out of the kitchen.

The stairs somehow looked extra long.

Too much botherrrr pls someone cum carry me 

Crossing your arms, you sigh before taking the first step. 

You're indolently halfway through when

your feet ends up doing what you were petrified, timorous, afeared of.

You missed...





A STEP
😱😱😱

DUN DUN DUNNNNN

Your heart skips a beat and a short, sharp gasp leaves your lips...

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