"Jungkook," and for God's sake, I'd never been happier hearing my brother's voice and witnessing the guy stop dragging me, tearing his hand away from mine, and stepping aside when Yoongi appeared, distancing me from him, and finally providing me with an assurance of compatibility.

Although I didn't need my brother's protection twenty-four hours a day because I could just tackle this idiot head down. Well, not precisely, because that could be overdone given that he's already taller and looking buffer than Yoongi, let alone me.

"What is going on here? And would you mind telling me the reason you're dragging her like that, Jungkook?" Yoongi asked, splitting his eyes between me and the person next to me. So the name of the oh-so-hot-tempered guy is Jung-? What? Yes, Jungkook! "And how does that bother you hyung?"

Don't tell me he's friends with Yoongi, or I'll be sending a message to Dad about how Yoongi recently became friends with gangsters. Well he almost seems like one. "Fucker, she's my sister," Yoongi said as he stepped aside, finally allowing me to see his mouth shutting down with the understanding, and he eventually glanced away, still provoking me with the frown on his face.

"And, unfortunately, he is one of the people I have known for the past six years." Unfortunately, take note of it." Listening to Yoongi talk about how awful it is for him to befriend this Jungkook guy is absolutely sending me in the opposite direction of what he meant to convey, fortunately not otherwise.

"Oh hi! Glad to meet you" I smiled, more like I grinned while gritting my teeth in annoyance when I extended my hand for a shake, which he stared at for over a minute before ultimately closing around mine, with a moderate tight hold and a touch of warmth. For a split second, his eyes twitched and softened before turning as it was before.

"Jeon Jungkook" he muttered and I smiled again, and I promise that that I tried to be as honest as possible, but the display he was putting on a while earlier, and still with the bleeding fist that must have wounded the boy far more than he appeared, is enough for me to despise him, because hate is a very strong term for him, Yet. "Oh well, see you around, we have got things to settle." Yoongi, who was standing next to me, spoke out.

before grabbing my hand and pushing me around the corner, and the last thing I turn to see is him digging his hand into his pocket and peering through his eyelids. As I walked back the way I had come. I must remember the maps in my memory, or I'm getting lost not late enough when the classes start.

"Wait Yoongi," I said as I drew back, causing him to come to a halt and stare back at me with a 'what now' expression, "well, I had to get things from the convenience store, but things came and I couldn't. Could we just go back and collect them?"

Yoongi closed his eyes, and I know he's becoming enough of dealing with me, so I keep my mouth shut and wait for him to say anything else. "I'm not going back; tell me what you want and I'll have someone get it for you and leave it at your door." Now let's get it done since I'm hungry." I agreed with a nod.

When we arrived, everything was all put up, and I gave Yoongi a grateful smile, which he shrugged off, saying he doesn't care, but I know he does. I locked the door and looked around my room as he waved goodbye. He'd done a good job dusting and arranging my book on the shelves; the rest is up to me, and it'll be nothing more than duplicating some aesthetic ideas I got from Pinterest back at home.

After finishing everything, it was almost eight, and since I hadn't eaten in about five hours, my stomach was growling again. I have therefore made the decision to give my dear friend a call and accompany her to the cafeteria where we can place an order for some hot noodles and dumplings.

She answered the phone within seconds when I dialled her number. She seemed to be anticipating it, as if she was waiting for me to callback. "Are you even alive? I nearly called you fifty times, as if it were an alarm, and you would not even answer for hours." I heard her utter things that I didn't understand, even though I was humming to her. I got my purse from the side table and left my room.

I was already meeting Kaira as soon as I passed the starecase. When I saw someone behind her, she waved, and he grinned when his eyes met mine, with the obvious pair of dimples displaying across his cheek, which made me smile as well. When I eventually got to them, I waved back, my eyes connecting with Kaira's when she grinned at me.

"Oh Y/N, He's Namjoon, the one I was referring to." I shifted in my place. So he's the handsome and tall guy she was referring to, "you were talking about me? That's interesting." He grinned! Oh, his smile is so beautiful that I had to shift my gaze away or I would doubt myself for not falling in love with him.

"Umm...That's true, we were talking about you. But since I told her you helped me carry my luggage." I observe them communicate and know I shouldn't meddle since I can see their interests aligning. "kim Namjoon, nice to meet you" Namjoon told me, shaking my hand as I handed up mine, "Min Y/N."

"Yoongi's sister?" My mouth rounded in amusement as he murmured. For God's sake, how many people have heard of Yoongi? Is he famous or what? Is it possible that I've been living under a rock for the past six years? I nodded, earning another pleased glance, "I knew it right, you looked too familiar with him."

"Oh yes," I grinned as we kept going, stopping until we were near the cafeteria when Namjoon bid us farewell as he had to take care of something else and we headed instead, ordering for an awful lot, since it is what it is, and eating as if we had been starving for decades.

We were almost done when I noticed Yoongi heading somewhere with the key to his car swinging in circles, and I assumed he had gone out to retrieve my things, so I didn't bother urging him to stop anymore. Kaira followed my stare until Yoongi was out of sight, at which point I returned my focus to her, who was slaying the burgers with her hands in order to remove the vegetables from it.

"What was so important that you got busier to even answer my call?" she said, "Oh?" but I couldn't respond because my mouth was full of the dumplings I'd ordered earlier. "Absolutely, because I was watching MMA in the middle of the corridor." I answered, making her cough on her chocolate milk. "What the hell?" she almost shouted, when we got a bunch of heads turning to our side, and I had to close my eyes in embarrassment.

"Just keep it down. And yes, there was a real show of two fighting like animals, one beating another, and I stopped to watch but had to step in when I saw the other boy practically passing out, and this guy wouldn't stop, and to my astonishment, no one was coming to help out, so I did." I said this casually, while Kaira had already stopped eating and was staring at me with her mouth gaping.

"How could you do that on the first day?Damn! Do you think he's a senior or a classmate?" She asked while I replied with a sigh, "Yoongi was so casual with him, so I assume him to be our senior ofcourse." As I finished, I noticed her standing up, so I did as well, and we exited the hall after discarding the wrappers in a bin. "Don't be so bothered in all this, stay away from them you stupid. You already know how know this university is for bullying." I gave her nod in agreement.

On the way back, I received a text from Yoongi stating that he had my things and that I needed to hurry to my room as soon as possible, but because I needed some of my notebooks from Kaira, the first thing we did was run to her room to pick up what I needed. That way, I got to see her room as well, and I liked it, even though she had a roommate because she couldn't be alone.

"Well, see you tomorrow morning, bye," she said as I walked out the door. I dashed downstairs to my room because her room was on the third floor. As I got closer, I received another message asking if I had received my belongings, which confused me. Why would he ask such a stupid question if he's the one who brings my belongings to my room?

I put my phone in my pocket and looked up, shocked, not because I was already in front of my room, but because the door to my room was open. How could that be when I had closed the door? But did I really? I did, but I'm not certain if I locked it. How stupid can I get? Not enough at all. I walked on, dragging my steps, trying to figure out how someone could be so nosy as to go inside someone's room without their consent. When I got completely inside, I noticed him, yes it's a him, sitting in my room, man spreading on my bed!

I can't see him because the hood of his jacket was hiding his face and obscuring it with the dim light of my room. Anger washed over me. How can he enter my room, let alone claim to be sitting on my bed? I took large strides towards him, stopping when I was only one step away, and said, "hey? How did you get in? Don't you have manners not to enter someone's room when they are not present?"

When I didn't get any response but my door key swinging in his palm, as if to indicate he entered via this, now that I think about it, I did forget to lock the door, my body almost burning with wrath and I yelled "I understand, I did something stupid, but you know what? You're too stupid to accomplish this, yet you're still sitting on my bed as if it were yours."

I heard him chuckle, and that was the last straw before I pulled him up, trying to throw him out of my bed. Unfortunately, he was much bigger than I expected, and instead of dragging him, I peeled away the hood he had on his head, meeting with the least sought face ever to me today.

"You?" I yelled, pausing for a moment to struggle before writhing to to get away from him, shoving him on my bed as he fell bouncing on it, along with me on the top of him. He closed his eyes in pain, and when I looked down, my left knee was already where it shouldn't have been.

I tried to stand up, only to fall back and earn a grunt from him. "Stay still" His harsh tone stopped me, forcing me to stare into his closed eyes. After a minute or so, he opened them and returned his gaze to mine. "And yeah, it is me. Yoongi told me to get the things here while he was busy, so I understand, and instead of being appreciative, you're going to tackle me down as if I'm here to hunt you down?"

I listened to him, but when he was finished, I pushed his face away, rolling my eyes, and went up on my knees to get out of bed, but instead he twisted us around, pinning me to the bed, "what the hell do you think you are doing?" I yelled, but he didn't even care to buzz. "I asked what are you doing? Leave me alone, get out!" What irritated me the most was his nonchalance.

"You and I are alone. Yoongi isn't here to protect you, and you have the audacity to shout at the top of your lungs at me? "Aren't you a brave little warrior?" "Even if I murder you here," he added, moving closer to my face and leading me to snuggle my cheek to the side, "no one will ever know who did this." With my clouded eyes, I could see him smile cruelly, my brow furrowed in distaste.

"Or even if they would know, they wouldn't dare to utter anything." My eyes widened as he finished, and just as I was going to defend him by yanking his hair, biting his neck, or piercing his eyes, I heard him laugh, not contentedly but mockingly, leaving my face awkwardly drained out in fear, "just kidding." He spoke, the right side of his lips lifting up to a chase smirk.

He stood up, making me stand up as well, as I pushed him back till he was out of my door, and he didn't object this time, and when he was out, I turned to lock my door on his face, only to be stopped by his foot, "what now?" My voice almost came out harder than I wanted it to, he came to a halt, glanced around before leaning down.

"And yes, next time you go somewhere out,make sure to lock it, because Yoongi is not there to take care of his little sister always, and not everyone has manners like me to not fiddle with the things you had spread around your bed." When he was finished, he was already leaving, so I shut my door and went inside. What remained in my head was what was on my bed.

And suddenly it hit me! Oh my goodness. No.