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"Bobae, I am so scared for you. Did you write anything perfectly?"

"My name," Bobae answered, earning a disappointing frown from her best friend as he examined her question paper.

"Honey, what's flushed in the toilet is flushed? Don't increase my stress levels. I had enough anxiety while attempting this bullshit of a paper," Bobae grunted, grabbing her scribbled question paper. Folding it, she placed it in her bag, saving all the mourning for the later.

"That's not how you actually flush it bobagirl," a familiar annoying, and aggravating voice made an appearance much to her displease. Taehyung grabbed the paper and crushed it with his mighty and magnificent fist before dumping it into the nearest garbage can.

"Taehyung, what the hell,"

"That's the actual flush you were talking about. Now Sweetheart, what's with you and this cute not-actually-little bunny? Sweet secret rendezvous huh?" Taehyung winked, slinging an arm over his roommate while the latter scrunched her nose in fake disgust.

"For your smarty pants' peabrain's sake, we are heading to the Baskin Robbins. Though I wish I was a part of some mafia, plotting a vicious murder against you," Bobae grumbled, sucking in her lips as she exhibited her ankle strength against the irritating bear she so wanted to get rid of.

At least, for the moment

"Ouch! Now I see why your brother abandoned you. You look like a child and child molester at the same time," Taehyung cussed, as he held his knee, hopping at the same spot with a single leg, more supposedly trying to garner the folks' attentions.

"He is fucking five and forgets my existence most of the time. Stop behaving like an attention-deficient bitch. You've got enough of bamboo sticks and saggy boobs hovering over you," Bobae could care less about the eyes popping sharp at her as she commented about the University's top-rated-fuckboy's elite flings.

"Oh, Woman! You literally make friends with guys who comb their hairs with balloons and need grease to keep the peach fuzz from sticking up," Taehyung mocks and Jungkook scowls, offended at his favorite cowboy hairstyle.

"That includes you, asshole. Stop flocking attention before I snap your tongue so you could die of shame at oral," Bobae sassed as she pulled Jungkook to escape from breathing the bulk of Carbon Dioxide and toxic cockiness in the hallway. 

Girls with gold glitters and guys with horrendous titters were just as fresh as the characters popped out of Crazy Rich Asians, foundation glossy enough to blend in with the crème corridor walls. Pearls and jewels, parties and proposals, nothing was ever a usual for Bobae. She was envious and turned infectious towards mingling with those STUDentS who never get tired of chanting the price figures of their custom-made Chanel Bags on a daily basis, on a super-spiritual level.

"Oh trust me, there is so much more than oral that my dear fans crave for every night. Do I need to explain further?" Taehyung spoke with a playful grin as he made his way past the perfumed bodies, trying to keep up with the pace of his adorable yet feisty roommate.

"Oh Boi, the only fellas who take your joystick are perhaps too lazy to masturbate," Bobae was on fire surprisingly and Jungkook was doing nothing less than fuelling it. He was cheering for her, giving her a high-five every time Taehyung gasped and un-gasped, pretending like he wasn't taken aback at all.

"And that includes you as well, bobagirl," Bobae halted her strides as she looked petrified. Taehyung gave a murderous glare to his best friend who simply smiled like an innocent hoe of a duckling. Jungkook never experienced a shock so strong, not even the electric one he managed to survive while doing some stupid series of experiments in his high school.

"Jimin ah, you ugly midget. Can't you use your fucking mouth for something else instead of spilling everyone's beans?" Taehyung was inches close to turning into a dragon and turn his friend into ashes. 

"Did you both? I mean you said he is your friend and a roommate but-" Jungkook sighed, utterly disappointed on getting hit with a random fact. Bobae held Jungkook's black tunic, pulling the hem as she hated losing him though Jungkook isn't the one to be insensitive. 

"Oh come on, Taehyung ah. What's wrong with you occasionally sleeping with your roommate? You guys are not breaking any laws, right?" Jimin winked, pulling down his sunglasses a bit and Taehyung lunged at him, stuffing his mouth with few peppermints so he could have that drama-maniac's mouth shut for some time.

"I will definitely break his teeth," Bobae grunted, unable to digest the face that her best friend showed. Jungkook was like a candle that had her tiny flame to good use. He was the only one who happened to possess the qualities of being both normal and caring at the same time and she couldn't afford to lose the only sane person in her pocket-sized circle.

"I CaN GaTe A DEkntTal ImfLaMT, yoU knOW?," Jimin's muffled reply whilst chewing the mints was totally ignored by the others.

"I never thought you guys were sexually involved. Is there something else you are keeping from me? Did you guys ever date?" Jungkook asked, the most serious Bobae have ever seen and she shook her head in negation like a scared cub. 

She didn't want Jungkook to judge her or feel disgusted about what she was. She did no wrong and the only thing that she should worry about was Jungkook's dismay over her hiding things from him. She knew another sweet, cute, charming, masculine, protective, silly, and single Jungkook doesn't exist in this world and was too busy to go friend-hunting again. 

"I am just sad that you don't trust me enough to share your secrets while you have your moron roommate trust his moron-er best friend. I am not judging you. I thought you were still a virgin," Jungkook frowned and Bobae swore she would cry if Jungkook doesn't smile for that day.

"Good that you no longer belong to my club. At least now stop pretending like a lost virgin who's scared to face a condom in a convenience store and start dating guys with tattoos and motorcycles, " Jungkook ruffled Bobae's hair as he plunged his arm over her neck, erupting into a cluster of loud giggles. 

"Now you don't have a reason to hurt my reputation with the rumor of me selling heroin," Jimin faked a scared sigh and Taehyung smacked his head. Bobae threw a pissed glare at Jimin as she turned her attention to Taehyung who looked genuinely sorry, which she genuinely turned a blind eye to.

That asshole can't keep his mouth tight and pants right 

"But then, I gotta cancel our after-flunking-our-exam ice-cream date for now. My cousin is here in Seoul and is allergic to people. Gotta help his ass before he dumps it into a detention center," Jungkook exclaimed an emergency, showing the pop-up message on his phone and Bobae chuckled.

"Ah that one, he's here already? Good luck on living with him," Bobae teased and Jungkook laughed away, running to catch a bus, Jimin trailing behind him. But the two living beings left out were sure he would end up in Jimin's new pink Lamborghini Huracan for that stubborn short ass always inclined to the unbothered muscled piece of hunk.

"Will you be there for Jackson's Sem-End Celebration Party? The Menu's everything you'd die for," Taehyung sprang behind a nonchalant Bobae who was making her way to the ice cream parlor.

"Hey hey hey! My dear cutie boba, I am so sorry. That Jimin is a certified dumbfuck and I warned him that I would stitch his lips if he lets the cat out of the bag. But you know he's a top-rated douche," Taehyung displayed his puppy eyes with a pout as an add-on as he linked his arm with his mad roommate.

"I told you a hundred times not to dance with your tongue whenever you go boozing with him. I had to hold my heart in front of Jungkook," Bobae complained as they entered the parlor together. The scooper waved at the familiar figures and the duo smiled at him.

"Why do you get so frantic about it? Jungkook is not your dad. I don't really get why you are so ashamed about it. Both of us enjoyed the nights and it's ridiculous to entertain old-class opinions. Jungkook was really cool about it," Taehyung ranted, scooting beside her as she bit her lip.

"Chocolate Overload," Bobae muttered and Taehyung smiled.

"You really screwed the paper, didn't you?" he pinched her nose and she collapsed on Taehyung's shoulder.

"I will get Cookies n Cream and Mango as well, baby. Don't start a river till I come," Taehyung got up to order the ice creams. He knew the girl gets easily depressed every time she messes up her tests and tends to eat heavily until she moves on from it. Nothing could break Bobae's heart better than a 0.01 drop in her CGPA.

"Aww, come here," Taehyung engulfed her in a warm panda hug as she played with the silver threaded blotches of his Gucci shirt and let out tears. 

"The Professor hated our class, you know right? Yet, you are his oddly favorite student. Moreover, you are CGPA's dear mistress, you won't get pulled down," he jested, stroking her hair and she chortled.

"Mistress?"

"Well! I married it first," he shrugged and Bobae laughed, smacking his chest playfully.

"I will go get the ice-creams," Taehyung picked their ice creams and brought them, letting the girl taste all the scoops and choose one first. He went with his cotton candy flavor as she savored the Mango flavor playing jazz on her tongue, ignoring the brain freeze she gifted herself in excitement. 

"Are you free this evening?" She asked, opening her mouth agape for her dear roommate to feed her the other flavor.

"Depends. If it's something more important than Netflix and Panda Express, I can look into it," he spoke as shoved another spoon of ice cream into Bobae's mouth.

"Great! I need your good-for-nothing ass to help me rent an outfit for Jackson's party. There's French Cuisine and that guy reeks of riches. I am definitely not gonna miss those expensive desserts," Bobae declared and Taehyung chuckled.

"Alright, darlin' Let's take a short nap first, and then we are good to go," Taehyung suggested and Bobae nodded, feeding a spoonful of chocolate overload to her dear roomie before she could relish it heartfully. 

"Also, a deal. If I help you choose your dress, you need to help me choose my necktie,"

"Bitch, don't we always match them?"

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"Confused?"

"What? Hey you-"

"Yes, me. Looks like you haven't been in a bank for a while, am I right?" Namjoon asked as he started at the perplexed orbs, swerving around different sections. 

"Banks are always confusing. I wish schools taught these instead of the bum subjects. Since you are here to my luck, can you help me with submitting these loan applications?" Viola asked a smiling Namjoon who gladly looked through the papers.

"Where did you get these papers?"

"There," Viola pointed at a counter as she ushered the excessively handsome man in that direction. Namjoon's eyes gleamed through the glasses as he adored the cluelessness painted on the face of the pretty woman.

"We have the directions to proceed here. See," Namjoon guided and she was embarrassed. She clicked a picture and turned to the chivalrous man who was dressed in brown with a black overcoat. She never had an insane attraction towards men with glasses till this day and who could deny that ravishing smile could flutter a couple of butterflies in her stomach.

I hope I am not pregnant

It's just a tingling feeling

"Now we have to go there," Namjoon ushered her as they walked through the busy unruffled crowd. Viola had a great untold enmity with the banks and their complex procedures and this was the first someone lent her a helping hand, her heart flooding with appreciation towards the genius in front of her.

Namjoon explained the procedure and helped her throughout the process, guiding her on what documents must be presented as collateral and where and all she has to sign. Namjoon was quite an observant, he didn't fail to notice the slight fade in her mood when she was supposed to pen down her parents' names. Nevertheless, he admired her skill of being so collected despite the tiny falter.

"You're so smart. Wish I was anything close to one percent of yours," Viola heaved out a sigh as they walked out of the bank together. Namjoon was silent, his calm eagle eyes examining the attire of the young woman, so elegant and stunning. She was a sorceress, casting spells on his self-control abilities. She was tantalizing him and little did he know, she was totally aware of it.

"Perhaps, walk out the shell of comfort and you'd find this child 's play," Namjoon winked, making Viola chuckle. He was meters close to the truth though, Viola never fancied living in normalcy. She enjoyed being pampered in luxury, drowning in gleam and gold petals was her lifetime ambition.

She was never hit with a failure though

"I am not really good at doing the basic things. I am quite getting used to living like a normal being," Viola expressed, flicking her silky brown hair, giving a chance for her diamond piercings to spark in the sunlight. 

"Trust me, you don't look close to normal. Or why don't you hire someone to help you with that? I am not judging you but I guess you could afford assistance," Namjoon set forth a great idea, impressing the opulent epitome of gorgeousness once again.

"Wow! That's so nice of you. Are you jobless? I don't mean to be rude. I just thought I could offer you one," Viola smiled wide, her face bright as the sun and happy as a plum. Namjoon awed for a moment and cleared his throat again, patting his neck and reminding himself not to cross the bounds and be obvious.

"Unfortunately no. But I could suggest you one. My friend is struggling to meet his ends with his current job so if you could be kind enough, I would text him the deets," Namjoon muttered and Viola quirked her brows for a moment and then smiled with an aggressive nod.

"I'd love to meet your friend. I will be so glad to help him," Viola cheered, beaming in glee and Namjoon grinned, both awestruck and delighted at Viola's merry mood. She was undoubtedly contrasting to the personality she portrayed in the bar. She was sexy then and classic now, like the ends of polarity, giving Namjoon second thoughts about her having a twin. 

But he was sure she recognized him in a glance, implying that this was the same bold woman dressed in black and gold the previous night. 

"Here's my number," Viola forwarded a note with her number written. He noticed her placing the pen and the tiny notebook in her bag and gasp as she stood still. Namjoon paused, trying to understand what she was feeling.

"Here's my number. Here's my number," She kept mumbling to herself as her hands trembled.

"What happened?" Namjoon asked as he paced towards her, holding her elbow before she could stumble in the dizzy flash.

"Nothing. Nothing. Can you help me with the assistant? I'd be very grateful," Viola requested, a hint of restlessness washing over her face as her gaze of helplessness bore into the unfazed orbs of Namjoon's.

"Yeah. Yeah sure. I will let you know after contacting my friend," Namjoon assured and Viola smiled. She then waved him goodbye as she hurried towards a cab. Namjoon stared at her retreating figure and rubbed his temples. Picking his phone, he dialed a number.

"I swear I don't need a life assurance. Make yourself one before I burn you in my wrath-"

"Yoongi hyung, it's me, Namjoon. At least, save the contact so you don't have to pick every call and lash out at them," Namjoon teased and Yoongi scoffed on the other side.

"What's it now? I had done enough favors for your brother and don't pull me into your boring house drama. Penthouse needs to bow before your family," Yoongi joked, sounding so done.

"That can't be helped. Either act sour and drink poison or act sweet and feed poison, that's how you survive in society. Now help me with this one. I can only depend on you," Namjoon tried to put it as appeasing as possible for he knew the elder is a stone who could never be melted.

"I'll think about it if I am still interested in this life. What should I do?"

"Act like someone's caregiver,"

That was more than enough for Yoongi to spit out his coffee

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"I don't care about my brother. He can go and die in hell. I could care less about his romantic life," Taehyung grumbled, glaring at his eldest brother who didn't bother to spare a glance at the younger. Mr. Kim and Mrs. Kim looked at each other and sighed, letting out a sweet smile the very next second.

"Don't get serious over petty things, Taehyung. I just asked if you were aware of any girlfriend that your brother could be hiding from us," Mrs. Kim spoke, placing a piece of bacon on Taehyung's plate as the humble son bowed in thanks.

"I am sure it must be either of the next heiresses to Kim Jewels, Kim Irene, or Kim Jisoo. They are too pretty for our Seokjin to turn down," Mr. Kim mentioned and Jin felt like puking at how his father objectified the most respected and independent woman in the Jewellery Industry.

"No, Abeoji. I am concentrating on my sharpening my skills in managing our company right now. I am examining the behavior of our employees and marking the loopholes that could be a threat to our future profits," Jin spoke, his voice stern and eloquent as Mr.Kim smiled, proud of his eldest son.

"You will want to date soon, son. Life is not always about work. You have so many options to date. I could arrange a few dates with the daughters of the most affluent businessmen in the country," Mr. Kim proposed and Jin smiled, nodding in agreement.

"Why don't you arrange some for our Namjoon as well? He is such a workaholic that makes me worry if he would marry his work or end up unmarried," Mrs. Kim piped in and her husband smiled, throwing a promising grin at his wife.

"Abeoji, it's fine. Seokjin deserves a flame with all the boredom in his life. After all, he must be too tired to be acting as an intern at his own office," Namjoon mocked his older brother as the latter pierced his fork into the salmon in fury.

"Stop stepping out of your limits, Namjoon. Be grateful that I wasn't being hard on you," Jin rasped, earning an indignant glare from the younger. Both looked nothing less than two bulls ready to stab each other with their horns.

"Grateful, my ass," Taehyung cursed and Jin stood up with a jolt.

"Don't be a disrespectful brat," Jin warned and Namjoon continued munching down his meat, tired of the brothers' regular bout. He chuckled at the maids witnessing an intense interesting drama live every day.

"Stop three of you. Ugh! All you do is fight. That's the reason we assigned you different responsibilities. Oh, God! At this point, you could kill each other for sure. At least, eat the dinner in peace. We don't always gather like this," Mrs. Kim yelled and the three brothers stayed put, calmly eating the food without another word.

The elders smiled, gratified with their upbringing. Their sons always wag tails to their commands and it made them extremely satisfied parents. With a happy heart, they enjoyed the meal and the silence their sons complied.

That makes them an ideal elite family, right?

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! The next update might not be anytime soon and I apologise for that. Hope you all have a great day!!