Shy

His lips parted, rounding off to expose a pair of endearing bunny teeth, drawing attention to the small beauty mark underneath his full bottom lip. Dark eyes focused on a small speck of dirt next to my heels. Suddenly his mouth snapped shut and he almost receded into himself, bright eyes turning to stone.

I shuffled awkwardly not knowing if I should wait for him to introduce himself or just start talking.

"Don't worry about him, he's just shy." It was the imposingly tall one with a pair of perfect dimples. Namgoon? Namjesus? Oh yeah, Namjoon.

I nodded my head like any shy boy would drag unaware girls into dark corridors and try to strike up a deal with them.

"Are you sure you don't know him?" J-hope said, looking back and forth between us, his elfin features crinkling. I glanced at Jungkook and I pouted slightly, deciding to do what I think he wanted since I'm gonna be the bitch until I no longer have this job. Anyway, I think that J-hope was the only one to see the whole shy boy dragging me thing.

"Not that I know of," I said with a painfully fake high pitched giggle. I was never very good at lying. I didn't have anyone who's opinion of me affected me enough to lie to them, and by the time I met Soo Ji and Haneul I just gave up lying completely. It's fine because they weren't great liars either.

At least, I thought they weren't.

J-hope started talking again, his loud exuberant voice a mush of unintelligible sounds as I tried to focus on the much-needed distraction in front of me. Except when his words started to process through my muddled brain, I only wanted to run.

"Then why did Jungkook grab you and pull-" He started, ignoring the way my face screamed for him stop talking. When the door pulled open I almost fainted in relief. If he had kept talking the others would know about the whole dragging me thing and then I'll be labeled as a liar, for even lying about it in the first place.

"Manager Sejin" I exclaimed tripping over my own feet as I raced as fast as I could toward my savior. He grabbed me by shoulders to steady me as I almost threw myself into the giant of a man in front of me.

"Aemin, did you need anything?" He asked, trails of amusement underlying his tone.

"Uh, yes? Yes! I mean yes, I really do." I said slyly pulling him away from the boys acting as natural as possible.

"Do you have any questions in particular?" He questioned once I pulled him away, relief taken a hold of my bones.

"Questions? Ah, yes questions. Um... could you go in depth about this job?" Which basically translated to I had no freaking idea what this job is.

"You mean to be asking what your job is." I simply nodded in embarrassment, as he was spot on.

"It's not so hard to explain, but I have flyers in my office and anything else you'd need for the job, including a contact." I nodded and followed behind him until I reached the office I had done the interview in.

I took a seat as he pulled out a stack of papers, my eyes widening at the amount.

"Our maknae, Jeon Jungkook, is incredibly stubborn." I snorted quietly, I was quite aware of that fact.

"He had been struggling with the amount of effort to put in, going too far with the amount of pressure he put his body through."

"He was going too far?" I questioned, I didn't really understand the phrase. How far is too far?

"He spent more than 16 hours in the studio and spent the time he wasn't dancing practicing his vocals. He went days, sometimes even a week without sleeping and barely having anything to eat throughout the day," I suffocated on the information, trying not to go dizzy from the sheer idea of someone doing this to their own body.

"That's not even all of it," he said, staring at my blood drained cheeks.

"There's more?" I whispered. I was so entranced by the beauty in Jungkook's face rather than the painful signs that lingered underneath it. The slightly grayish skin stretching across painfully gaunt bones, the way his under eyes darkened and hollowed, his dark obsidian eyes laced lightly with red. A feeling expanding through my chest dropping down like a rock to my stomach. It took me a second to place the feeling. The feeling was shame... I was ashamed of myself for being so vain to not notice that he was hurt, for being so distracted by looks. I couldn't even bring myself to look up from my knees.

"Jungkook, has so much pride, he tries so hard to be the best, to always be better, but he doesn't realize his only competitor is himself."

"The day of a concert we had, everything caught up to him, he collapsed on stage in front of many fans. He didn't wake up until three days later, his body went through so much damage he had to be put in a medically induced coma for him to get better. During this time there was an outrage with the fans, as they thought BigHit was overworking him. With that in mind, we decided to hire someone to take care of our maknae, make sure nothing like this could happen again, for his sake and ours." He said, an air of desolation surrounding him, you could tell that this man cared for Jungkook in a way a friend would, rather than an employee.

"Am I even qualified for this," I asked, a slight tremor in my voice from the new heavy feeling of being under pressure weighing down my head.

"Honestly, no, you aren't. The problem is Jungkook refused to have someone take care of him unless he chose the person, and the person he chose was you. I'm sorry, this is going to be a lot of work, and you're going just have to try your best." I finally gathered myself up enough to meet his eyes, my own fluttering open and closed rapidly, trying to process.

"So, what am I to do exactly?"

"Basically your job is to make sure he doesn't strain his body too much, and if he does take care of it for him. Make sure he has all his meals, and if he ever does ask for something, please get it for him, also make sure he's getting enough sleep."

Jungkook was right, it was like being a babysitter. I could see how it hurt his pride, but at the same time, I was still a bit annoyed of how much was going into this for someone who didn't even want it.

"Here's the contract," he slipped a short stack of papers towards me. I hesitantly picked it up, my eyes widening at a part.

"Wait, I have to live with them!" I exclaimed, shooting out of my chair in surprise.

"Yes, Jungkook has been caught sneaking out now and then to practice after the collapsing ordeal, hence you having to live with them. Did you know anything about this job prior to coming here?" I rudely ignored his question, to pent-up to feel any guilt about it.

"Look, thank for the offer but you see I live with my sibl-" I froze my eyes zeroing on the contract once more.

The pay was 5,786 USD (because the author is too lazy calculate it in Korean money).

Every month.

That's $69,432 a year. That's enough to move into a bigger place, pay rent, and have left over for everyday necessitates, we could even splurge a bit. I sat down again, my brain whirring a mile a minute, trying to weigh all the pros and cons.

Cons: Moving away from my sibling and having them fend for themselves, living with seven men, hot or not, they could still prove to be dangerous, and having a 24-hour job.

Pros: The pay can support us for at least a year if I save it well, and by then we will have at least three other people supporting us, as, Jisoo, Jae, and Chul will be old enough to get jobs, the apartment is only 7 blocks away from where the contract states where I'll be staying, finally I'll have an excuse to avoid my mom, Soo Ji, and Hanuel (as selfish of a reason that is.)

I flipped through the contract once more before looking up.

"I'll do it." I couldn't help but feel a bit of apprehension, all the same, I knew that no matter how I may struggle, the end would let us live more comfortably. I will do this for one year, then I can quit. I check over the contract, checking if there was anything tying me to it, I didn't find anything.

I picked up the pen with a shaky hand, and with a flick of my fingers, it was done. I had just agreed to live with BTS.

At least they're hot.

"Good. So you should move in around next week. Is that okay?" So soon? I took yoga breaths, in and out.

"Yes, that would be fine."

Translation: I want to throw myself out of a freaking window.

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"What do you mean you're moving out!" Jae growled, eyes only a shade darker than mine caught with an angry fire.

"Jae, please, I don't want this any more than you do," I said with a tired sigh, my fingertips rubbing against my aching temples.

I called a family meeting when I got home, trying to explain where I'm going and how we'll deal with it. Let's just say it didn't go as planned.

Hana and Eun were dissolved in messy tears.
Chul simply fell silent and pretended to be busy on his phone.
Soobin left the room out of anger.
Jisoo was trying to calm Eurim, the youngest, down, without even looking at me.
Jae was arguing with me.

What I hate most is that I would act the same way if I were in their shoes. Our family already lost too many pieces, being left by the people we let in. Now I was leaving too.

"Don't leave Unni, we'll get part-time jobs and work really hard! We'll make double the amount of money you will at the prissy job!"

"That's enough! I already signed the contract it's over with, okay. So calm the hell down and help me figure this out." It was too loud, the room spun round and round, I felt like I was spinning with it.

"We could have already solved this if you had told us about it," Jae remarked snidely, causing anger to boil up my chest. My patience level is off the charts, surviving ruined plans to hours of my days wasted because of them without breaking a sweat, but this was taking it too far. This isn't fun for me either, I don't want to leave them either, but I have to do this for their sake. That what they don't realize.

"Jae! Do you think I want to leave! I wanted to go to college! I wanted to live! I raised most of you from when I was 5, I grew up before I could make friends and do stupid shit! Now I'm going to keep growing up and you're going to understand that I'm doing this so you don't have to live like me!" I was breathing too heavily, my chest constricting painfully against my swollen heart. It hurt to breathe I was so angry.

I blinked away the frustrated tears gathering at my lashes, the only sound in the room my shaky breaths.

"Just go to sleep. It's late. We'll talk about this tomorrow," I said with cold finality, standing up so I don't snap again.

I stepped outside and breathed in the cool night air, staring at the vast dark nothing gaping above me, as if waiting to swallow me whole.

I couldn't help but blame myself a little if I hadn't lost my patience we could be solving the problem at hand not adding to it. I was trying my best though, it's hard to work hard when the work you do isn't appreciated.

But we were left too often to not be wary of it by now. Our father left Mom while she was still pregnant with Eurim, back then they still weren't parent-like, but they were there and we were still fed.

I started doing jobs when I was 13, barely sleeping from the double of work and studying to maintain my scholarship. At the time I had nobody to care for me so I did everything myself.

For some reason, Jeon Jungkook's worn down face flashed through my mind's eye, as I remembered his own struggle. It wasn't much different than mine.

Except this time, maybe I could be the person I wish I had.
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