Jungkook's POV

     I collapsed onto my bed, happy to finally be home and out of my work outfit. I snorted, remembering Jimin being forced to wear that skirt since he couldn't find his pants and there weren't any left in storage.

     "Jungkook-Ah we're coming in, cover anything you don't want us to see!" I heard Jin yell from the front door as it opens. I push myself up, walking to the living room to see Namjoon and Jimin joining Jin as they invaded my humble abode.

     "A text would have been nice," I mumbled as Jimin and Namjoon made their way to the couch, Jin going to the kitchen carrying multiple bags.

     "A hello would've also been nice but we don't all get what we want," Jin shouted from the kitchen.

     "Well okay then," I whispered to myself as I walked into the kitchen. Jin was looking in my fridge, shaking his head in dissaproval.

     "Good thing I went to the grocery store because you have absolutely nothing in this god forsaken fridge," he complained as he looked up at me.

     "Well thank god I have you Eomma," I said, a smirk playing on my lips.
 
     He blinked a few times at me before sighing in disappointment, "Go check on the boys before Joonie destroys something."

    I nodded, walking into the living room to see Jimin attempting to choke Namjoon but since he is significantly shorter than the other male, he can't quite reach him.

     "What in the fuc-" I began before being cut off by Jin.

     "No cursing in this household!" he yelled from the kitchen.

     "This isn't even your house!" I retorted.

     "The hell it is," he said, the anger becoming more clear in his voice. I shook my head, turning my attention back to Namjoon and Jimin.

     "Okay ladies, calm down," I said to the two as they turned to look at me.

     "Stay out of this coconut head," Namjoon said, turning his attention back to Jimin.

     "Okay bitch, no need to be passive aggressive here," I retorted, raising my eyebrows at him. He disregarded the comment, going back to not being murdered by Jimin. I shrugged going back to the kitchen to watch Jin cook.

Yugyeom's POV

     Yeona giggled at the movie, my eyes trained on my phone as I texted BamBam. He was trying to convince me that Jackson and Mark weren't dating. I rolled my eyes at his illogical reasonings and gave up on texting him.

     "This movie is hilarious!" Yeona exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my bicep, leaning against me. I nodded, texting BamBam to shut up and just come over.

     "Are you even watching?" she asked, looking up at me with a frown. I hummed, turning off my phone and looking at her.

     "Okay," she said turning her attention back to the movie.

     "Oh, BamBam is coming over," I said. She rolled her eyes, groaning in dissaproval.

      "I could take you back home before he gets here," I suggested. She nodded as she stood up, grabbing her purse. For some reason Yeona dislikes BamBam but there isn't anything I can really do about that. I opened the door and then followed her, locking the it behind me.

     "Why do you hate Bam?" I asked, glancing at her as I began driving.

     "He seems like he likes you, as more than just 'bros' I guess," she answered, frowning.

     I raised my eyebrows, "That's ridiculous."

     She shook her head, sighing, "Sure it is."

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-LetMeParkYouJimin