Prank

That bitch.

I burst into the room, my hair flying into my face from the gust of wind that actuated from the door.

I glowered at him through my eyelashes, daggers peeking between messy tendrils of hair.

And there was Jeon Jungkook, chatting happily with Taehyung, completely and utterly sober.

His focused obsidian eyes lifted to meet mine and he visibly shuddered.

"Minn..." he slurred half-heartedly, his eyes darting back and forth as if trying to find a way out.

Good, he has a survival instinct.

"Taehyung, would you please leave us for a moment, I think Jungkook and I need to discuss something, " my voice was slow and deliberate, every single word articulated to perfection.

"I don't think-" Taehyung started, palms up and puppy dog eyes locked and loaded, but not even those would dispell me of my anger.

"Let me rephrase that; Jungkook and I are going to have a conversation and you can choose to stay here or leave while you can, and I heavily suggest the latter," I said heatedly, my voice developing a low rasp from my anger.

"Sorry, Kook, I told you wasn't a good idea." He gave him a pitying pat on the shoulder and a quick nod in my direction as he speed-walked to the door.

Jungkook looked up helplessly from his spot on the bed, staring at Taehyung's back with betrayal written across his face. As the door shut behind him, the room was enveloped in silence and tension.

I aggressively pulled a chair from the corner and felt my blood rise from a simmer to a boil.

"I'll give you five minutes to explain."

Was I being too extra? Maybe.

But this boy tricked me and played with my feelings and if I let him get away with it scot-free who is to say it wouldn't start becoming the norm.

Also, I was mad he grabbed my ass while perfectly sober, but on the other hand, I've seen myself so I couldn't blame him.

What am I saying, if I could stop myself from grabbing his thighs he could sure as hell restrain himself too.

I stared at him expectantly, waiting for whatever excuse he could up with.

"It was just a prank, bro."

It was just a prank, bro.

That was his reasoning.

I think I should ban him from YouTube.

"I'm going to kill you." I stared at him calmly for a moment, before breaking out into a battle cry and lunging straight for him.

His eyes widened significantly, arms pushed out to stop me from making contact. I tried to outmaneuver him, but his strong hands gathered my own as he tugged me to him.

"I'm sorry, Aemin, I thought you wouldn't get mad," Jungkook's eyes fluttered softly as his soft voice grew balmy, regret evident in his tone.

"It was a supposed to be a prank on my Hyungs and I thought it would be fun to do it with you as well, I didn't mean to make you that mad."

Sighing, the anger drained out of me as quick as it came, I didn't even know why it made me so mad, to begin with.

"You keep confusing me," I muttered, dejected.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you try to kiss your Hyungs too?" I took a seat next to him on the bed, looking down at our linked hands.

"What? No!"

"Ah, is that only reserved for me." I leaned forward, my eyes fluttering shut as I puckered my lips.

He made a panicked noise at the back of his throat when my nose bumped against his.

"Just kidding," I laughed pulling away, "but seriously Jungkook, don't try to kiss me unless you mean it, I might get the wrong idea."

"What if I already have the wrong idea..." he whispered so quietly I wasn't sure if I heard him right.

"Are you by chance flirting with me? Oh my..." I smirked, breaking out my sexy man voice and simultaneously running away from the rise of questions I wasn't sure I wanted to be answered.

"Ew, no." He laughed pushing me away playfully, his nose scrunched up in what I hoped was mock disgust.

"Wow, I am wounded!" I half-joked, rolling my eyes a little.

He swept his hand through his hair and flashed his beautiful smile, my heart clenching suddenly.

Holy shit, was I having a heart attack?

I reached up and lightly pressed my fingers against my chest, with confusion and doubt swirling across my vision.

What was that?

"Are you not mad at me anymore?" I broke out of my stupor and shot him a dumb look.

"Last time I saw you that mad was when you found out why I hired you," he elaborated, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I know you don't get mad that easily, but it's damn scary when you do."

Aw, he was blabbering, how cute.

"I never really told you why I got so mad when we first met, right? I mean you did propose a good deal," I said, a soft smile on my lips.

"I thought it was because you thought I wanted to manipulate you?"

"Well that's part of it, but wait there's more! It's because of my mom, did I tell you about her?"

"Bits and pieces," he filled in, his hands pulling away from mine, only to link in again more comfortably.

"Well, to put it simply, my mother- if she could even be called that, is a feckless excuse of a human being," I started, focusing on the way Jungkook's hands felt against mine instead of the sudden onslaught of emotions begging to surface. I wouldn't let myself cry this time, my life isn't some fresh wound that needs to heal, it's already become a scar.

Jungkook didn't say anything, instead, he simply became an ear that helps relieve me of some of my problems, and I honestly couldn't ask for more.

His presence was all I needed.

"That woman had never really experienced responsibility before, so when her parents suddenly passed away she didn't know how to accept that many problems at once. So, she decided to not accept any at all. She wasn't even my age yet when she resolved to get her first sugar daddy," I gave a rueful snort, crawling into the spot Jungkook was gesturing to, the space between his body and the edge of the bed, his arm positioned underneath me.

"Now if it ended at that, I wouldn't even blame her, it was her life and she could do what she wanted with it, but then she had the wonderful idea to get her very own slaves, A.K.A. her children, adding me to her fucked-up fate. I remember the first few years of my life were just how a child's life should be, my father really wanted kids and actually loved us. Until he realized not all of us were his children, of course. You see, he wasn't her only sugar daddy, despite being her husband. Thus, all of us were tossed out because he wasn't sure which of us were his blood children." The warm body I was leaning back against shifted closer to me, a tender hand running through my hair as I continued.

"My mom still hadn't learned how to accept responsibility, despite being an adult at that point, and left me, a child, to raise her children. Anyhow, we're in this program to help struggling single moms with their finances and the more children you have the more money you get, hence why the rest of my siblings were born, all we are to her are fucking banks. Despite that, she still hates us. She once told me when she was sober, yes sober, how much she despised us, how we ruined her childhood and all her relationships, how much she wished we weren't born. There was a time when I wished the same, but then I realized just because she and I didn't have childhood doesn't mean my siblings couldn't have one. So, I took over the mother role and gave them what I could never have; their own life where they could make their own choices. Sadly, my mother didn't see it the same way and canceled my scholarship because she was afraid that if I left she'd have to become some semblance of a mother or she'd risk the chance of getting her money-bag taken away."

"That's why I get so mad when someone assumes that I'm someone who doesn't take on responsibilities, someone who just accepts compensation without doing anything. That I'm anything like her." I finished, feeling oddly lighter after getting that off my chest.

Jungkook sighed and I feel his breath against my forehead, a brief impression of supple skin against my temple.

"I'm sorry, was that too much at once? Do you want to talk about something else?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious at his silence. I tried to pull out of his grasp so I could face him directly, but he simply strengthened his grip on me.

"Shut up and let me hold you, Aemin," his warm voice held a doughy rasp. His words setting off an explosion of fireworks across my skin.

A new feeling entered my veins, the closest word I could think of for that reaction was drowsy, the soft yet heavy feeling that consumes my senses, a feeling that is so overwhelming all you could do is to give in to it and let yourself fall deeper and deeper until you are simply lost in oblivion.

I peered up at him, and he was so close I could see the diminutive scar on his cheekbone and the dark beauty mark underneath his soft bottom lip. I felt the intense urge to kiss the small spot, watch his beautiful eyes widen in surprise as my lips barely brush his. I was filled with wanderlust, my chest feeling so full yet so empty all at once.

I found myself leaning in, closer and closer, his glossy skin blurring across my vision as my eyelids started to sink, his rain aroma turning my bones soft.

Then I froze and reality hit me.

Oh my god, what was I doing?

I abruptly pulled back, almost falling off the bed in my rush to create distance between us.

"Aemin? What's wrong?" He straightened, his velvet voice holding concern.

What was wrong? My motherfucking hormones bitch-slapped me and I had to bolt before you began to realize I wasn't just being flirty.

"Uh, nothing, I'm just thirsty," I said before apprehending how that could be interpreted.

"Not that kind of thirsty, but like my body needs to be hydrated, with water or any other- you know what I mean!" I stumbled against the door, not even being able to meet his eyes.

I staggered out of the room, my face feeling like the blood underneath my cheeks was at the boiling point, and I say that in the most literal sense.

I shook my head, slamming my palm against my forehead in frustration.

"Park Aemin, you stupid hoe, get yourself together! He's like a brother, you revolting thot. You don't support incest, so can't support that idea!" I muttered to myself, probably sounding like I was a patient rather than a visitor. Hey, maybe at this point I did belong in the mental facility.

"Uh, Aemin-" a familiar voice called with an unfamiliar layer of apprehension layered underneath the words.

I turned to meet Namjoon's eyes, surprise and fear turning my smile stiff.

"Namjoon, what's up?" I asked, shooting him painfully awkward finger guns.

Please tell me he didn't hear me.

Please tell me he didn't hear me.

Please tell me he didn't hear me.

"I heard-" he began, the words triggering fantasies of creative ways to kill myself to play across my mind's eye.

"-what you said to Jungkook in there and I would like to sincerely apologize for the way all of us had treated you since you arrived," he finished, abruptly halting the image I had of my strangling myself with an IV tube.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, Taehyung called me after you went to have your conversation with Jungkook, and I, uh, didn't want to interrupt you. But I'm sorry for us treating you like an outsider when you were trying to help, and-"

I couldn't help but laugh despite his apology being serious, but maybe that was why I found it so funny.

"Don't worry about it, you guys were perfectly hospitable, you guys are meant to be my roommates, I can't expect to also take on the role as friends!" I smiled, meaning every word that came out of my mouth.

"Maybe- maybe we should become friends, you know..."

It seemed a bit surreal at that moment, to the point where I was unsure whether I was still on a Jungkook high, or whether too much blood rushed to my head from my abrupt departure.

"Really?" I couldn't help but ask, unsure whether he was joking around with me or not.

"I mean, yeah, if you wanted to," he responded shyly. And with his words, an impossibly large smile exploded across my features.

"Oh my god, yeah! I'll bring the string and you can braid my hair while I braid us friendship bracelets!" I exclaimed, clapping in excitement.

"Was that sarcasm? You could've just said no-" he muttered, looking down as he shuffled his feet adorably.

Damn, now I feel bad.

"Namjoon, I would love to be your friend, thank you for asking, it means a lot," I cut him off, offering a soft smile to my new-found friend.

"Hey, Aemin?" Namjoon asked as I was turning to leave.

"Yeah?"

"You and Jungkook aren't blood-related, so it's safe to say it wouldn't be incest."

Where were the IV tubes?

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A/N

I SCREECHED ISTG TAEHYUNG IS COMING FOR MY THROAT

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THE AESTHETIC, HIS VOICE JUST KIM FUCKIN TAEHYUNG I LOVE HIM SO BAD I-

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