So soft.

Jimin's skin is unbearably soft. Honestly, you can't stop wanting it. You feel the warmth of its texture so cuddly and serene against your cold, freezing skin that you want to hold on tight and never let go.

Your arms wrap closely round his neck as he carries you, a slight discomfort you feel however, in his lagging pace. It was at least four blocks away from where you were all coming from. And it had taken at least thirty minutes because of the redhead walking in front of you.

Something of what Jimin likes to call 'Jungkook being Jungshooked.'

Jimin complained that Jungkook was just being extremely paranoid for no apparent reason. You can't help but to somewhat agree. You fear the Dragon, but you definitely feel safe with Jimin holding you, so what's the concern, and where's the worry?

"Jungkook?" Jimin whispers in the shadows of another ally. His breath was cold against your face, and his arms were definitely shaking from carrying you all this way. He was strong, but he was human, and very well got tired from your weighing him down.

You glance at Jungkook, who was staring out into space. There were streetlights lining almost every street corner, and at least one car parked at every stop sign.

"Jungkook!" Jimin scream-whispers.

"Hm?" Jungkook looks back at the two of you like he never heard a thing.

"All clear?" Jimin inquires.

Jungkook nods and beckons Jimin to inch the sidewalk behind him. He was definitely being a little picky, you have to admit. And since he wasn't carrying you, he wasn't fully understanding the stress Jimin had in having to carry you at the same time of keeping up with the redhead's fast pace.

"Slow down, Jungkook-ssi," Jimin says, huffing like a fish out of water.

Suddenly, Jimin halts.

You know Junkook's fast, but do you really have be a stubborn mule and stop?

But when you look ahead, you quickly understand.

There was a shadow cast afar walking toward you. In the distance is a dark, shadowy figure that literally puts you and Jimin on edge. You clutch Jimin's neck while the boy accidentally squeezes your ribs. You start screaming, and for a short second he repels from you.

Luckily, impressively, he regains his balance, fast enough to save you from falling.

"Oh my gosh," Jimin breathes. "I'm sorry." Even in the dark you can see his plump, chubby cheeks flushing a bright red of embarrassment. "Guess everything these past few days have put us all on edge."

As you were about to dismiss his apology, you watch Jungkook drop his shoulders and sigh in relief. "Hoseok Hyung," Jungkook says, running up to the walking shadow and hitting the small of his back.

Jungkook disappears for a moment, but finally he returns with another extremely gorgeous guy you are not sure you can tolerate.

His face was brighter than an angel, despite his looking older than the two boys you had been with most of the night. His half-moon eyes were diamond-shimmering stars lighting a darkening world into the melting oblivion around you.

Hoseok comes into the streetlight so you can fully see him. He wore an angelic smile that made your day a bit better than it terribly was. "Is this her?" Hoseok asks.

Jungkook doesn't even bear to look at you. "Yes, Hyung."

Hoseok slowly approaches you with open arms.

Yes. Come to Mama.

"What happened?" he questions.

Jimin fights your corner. "Y/N here was injured by G-Dragon."

Hoseok's immediately darkens at the mention of the Dragon's name. He expresses a slight look of worry, but passes it off by waving it away.

Allowing his hands to touch your lower back and the bend of your legs, Hoseok reaches out to relieve Jimin. "Here, Y/N, I've got you. Hobi's going to take good care of you."

And wow. If caretakers in life looked like him, you want to be sick every day.

But as always, everything good in life seems to ultimately backfire for you. Your life is a living meme with hundreds of shameful scenarios that are literally just waiting to happen.

Meme number one: WHEN a certain EVIL someone ruins your very will to live.

"I'll carry her, Hyung," Jungkook says from eternally nowhere.

Jimin watches Jungkook with confusion, while Hoseok doesn't think anything of it at all. In fact, his gorgeous body steps down from the offer and away from your form.

You imagine yourself a little kid being torn away from your favorite kind of candy. Not being able to let go and screaming, "Noooooo!" as the wrapper lifelessly floats away.

You are utterly disappointed because Hoseok was your perfect piece of candy. But now, you are stuck with stupid Bunny-butt. Attitude: poop flavor.

A/N: Don't look at me like that! . . . Oh come now, everyone was surely thinking it.

Just why did the Grinch have to spoil the night before Christmas?

You glare furiously at Jungkook, who takes off his jacket, only to reveal beautifully chiseled biceps and magnificently bulging veins up the wrists of his arms. Surprisingly, Jungkook swings his jacket around your shoulders, something you knew he should've done a long time ago.

Then, he secures two hands under your weight, and lifts you into the air. He pulls you tight and abruptly to his chest. All the wind is knocked out of you from what you felt.

You could feel the moisture of sweat absorbing into your clothes and sinking into your body from his muscular chest and symmetrically-toned abdomen. Like what?

He takes the very breath away from your lips, and all time seems to undoubtedly stop. You close your eyes, and everything feels like a dream. But no matter how hard you envision, nothing more powerful will slap you awake than gruesome reality itself.

When your eyes open, your pupils cloud with an abnormal foggy haze. Enough for you to only make out the sweaty drops of Jungkook's soaking-wet red hair.

"Hyung, let's get her to bed," you hear Jimin say. "She's falling asleep."

The creamy haze never leaves, and you fall deeper, deeper, deeper into the trance, until you hear Jungkook's fading voice no more. "Help me get her in the door . . ."

         *                *                *

"Err . . . Y/N," someone groans. "You're laying on my back."

You rub your eyes and yawn, stretching, yet not quite awake. When your eyes veer into focus, you see two big feet sticking out on your stomach. You would scream, or do something other than lay there. But you are so tired, you close your eyes and settle back on the comfy mattress beneath you.

It was so comfortable you could literally get a job as Sleeping Beauty and sleep here for the rest of your life. Turning to gain a comforting position, the same voice yet interrupts your beauty sleep again.

"Mm, Y/N."

"Shut up," you murmur in your sleep as you squirm. The mattress shifts under you, and you groan tiredly. So does the mattress.

Wait what?

Oddly, you find out slowly, that this mattress sounded a lot like that rude boy named Jungkook you'd met last night. Wait, mattresses don't talk . . . Do they?

"For the love of—" Jungkook throws you off at Jimin.

"Jeon Jungkook!" you squeak. You fall like a scared cat ready to land in a puddle of water. Only the water was just another talking mattress.

You know, that puddle didn't sound so bad after all.

Jimin wraps his arms round your neck, encasing you like a trapped teddy bear being held against her will. "Mm, it's okay, baby, you can sleep with me."

"What? No!" you exclaim, shooting up. "I wasn't sleeping with anyone!" Your face is the perfect meme for only one picture right now: When you realize you are in a room full of boys sleeping on a floor with a bunch of sheets and blankets, and your mom was going to murder you.

Looking around, a begrudging hand smudges down the side of your face. "My mother's going to kill me," you say miserably.

"What's wrong?" Jimin questions, pulling you back down.

Jungkook was a sleeping wreck when he sits up slightly at the sound of Jimin's voice. With his eyes closed shut and his face fully drawn, Jungkook looks like a corpse who was raised on the wrong side of his tombstone. His hair was sticking up, making him look like Albert Einstein, only with a brain the size of a peanut.

He's an incoherent zombie. And unawarably, Jungkook grabs one side of your face, pulling you into him. Your head hits his chest so hard it reverberates.

Which was super unlucky for your skull, since you were sure you had just suffered a head injury the day before. He sighs in satisfaction, like you were his long-lost teddy bear.

"Wait, boys," Hoseok says, perking up from his own sleeping coma, "give her some space."

"What?" Jimin complains. "But we're basically family."

Jungkook still has his arms wrapped around your face, as you try to futilely escape.

"What?" you say, finally tearing Jungkook's arm from overlapping you mouth. "I just got here. And I need to go home."

More heads start to rise as you continue to speak. "Look, this is all really nice. I truly appreciate you helping me, but my mom is probably worried sick about me. I have to let her know I'm okay."

You are still stuck, but that's when Jungkook finally stirs awake. When he notices you, Jungkook immediately shoves you off. "Ew."

You crash onto Hoseok's edge of the blanket, sticking your tongue out at Jungkook.

"Look, Y/N," Hoseok says, looking more revived than the others. "We want you safe. And to do that, you must be tucked away from the world a little while. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense right now, but it will. You have to trust me on this, okay?"

You look at Hoseok, then at the adorably pouting Jimin. Then at the Grinch who stole Christmas from you last night by giving you something slightly better.

There are currently five pairs of eyes staring widely at you. Hoseok's, Jimin's, a cute boy's resting beside you, a tired yet still very handsome boy's diagonal from you, and a really hot guy who looks quite old but extremely handsome with the most symmetrically proportioned face you have ever seen in your entire life.

You heave air through your nostrils, rubbing one side of your face. How do you say no to such innocently staring eyes of cuteness?

Simple. You don't. "Okay. I trust you." You give into that rediculously cute smile of Hoseok plateauing into his perfectly adorable cheeks and deep, tiny dimples.

"Wonderful," Hoseok says, his face a bright, morning sunrise. "It'll only be for a few days, until we can make sure the Dragon has lost your scent and has stopped looking for you." Hoseok stretches, pushing the blankets aside.

"When will you tell me what's going on?" you ask, beginning to neatly fold your blankets and sheets.

"Over breakfast, Sunshine," Hoseok says, beaming.

You nod as nothing makes sense and your lingering security relies on how neatly you fold your sheets and how these cute boys (except Jungkook) pull a streaking interest from you.

Speak of the Devil, Jungkook kicks a foot over the folds in your blankets, messing up almost all your hard work. Your fake security that relied on how well you can fold a bed sheet. "Hey!" you whine. "You did that on purpose!"

Jungkook groans like the ape that he is, rolling over. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

Y/N. KILL. HIM.

You grab the nearest weapon you can find, which is the pillow sitting under the handsome fellow resting next to you. His head instantly hits the floor when you pull it from under him.

Sorry not sorry.

The boy with the notably handsome face was massaging the back of his head with a wavering hand. It must've hurt, you surmise.

It doesn't matter though. Because YOU HAVE THE HOLY WEAPON. Jungkook's killing starts NOW. Abruptly, Jungkook is bombarded with a number of blows to the face and chest. The SACRED PILLOW OF MURDERING ALL THINGS JUNGKOOK was whooping this bad boy's incredibly cute butt.

First, you knocked him over the head, then you climbed onto him to get a better viewing angle to further attack. Only his bulging biceps blocked anything you had committed to the face. So, you started hammering his chest and gut.

All was fun and games, when Jungkook grabs your wrist to stop you mid-swing. He was strong. And you sort of forgot about it since the first time you've met.

You guess you just got accustomed to playing tug-of-war with the vermin over an extremely short period of time. How were you not afraid? You don't know, honestly.

You struggle to force your hand forward, but Jungkook restrains you from doing anything further. "I'm up, Princess. You can stop trying to jump me." He runs a hand through his messy hair and glances at the boy who was rubbing the ball of his head.

Jungkook sits up halfway, still holding your hand while running a scratching hand up the chest of his shirt. It was the most awkward moment in your life.

Your legs were fastened round his waist to hold him down, while here he was lifting his shirt and sitting into you like it's no big deal.

You may be clueless, but you weren't stupid.

This still doesn't prevent you from being utterly astonished to see the slight lift of his shirt, as it revealed the toned abs you knew he had and felt the gruesome day before.

"Taehyung," he says absently, holding up your wrist held captive with the sagging pillow and its case. "This yours?"

The boy who was supposedly named Taehyung gives you a small smile and glances away, rubbing the back of his neck. "She's currently busy with it right now."

Jungkook opens his eyes to see that Taehyung was obviously playing along. With insurmountable strength, Jungkook detaches your hand from the pillow and throws it directly at Taehyung's face.

"Oof!" Taehyung reels, the pillow taking out his slender stature in a single moment.

Jungkook pushes you off before leaving the room and slamming the door, while Taehyung is left staring blankly at you.

He blinks twice, almost clueless as to what he's witnessing: a random girl sleeping in his house who just stole his pillow from under his head, climbed onto his friend, and then beat the living daylights out of him like he was Satan himself.

You offer a small smile and shy fingers waving shortly. "Hi."

He blinks like you aren't reality, bowing his head slightly. "Hi."

Sorry.

Author's Note: This chapter was almost really short. And then I got to the one-sided pillow figggghhhhtttttt

- Next Chapter is in the making! It's called *Drumroll please* . . . Pancakes! I will try to get it out sooner than next Friday, promise.

- Will edit most of this over the weekend—really just spell check and whatnot to make sure my ideas make sense, right?? Lol

- Okay FAKE LOVE BABY. As J-Hope says, you can probably do your laundry on Jungkook's abs.😂😂😂 I died, got revived, then died again.

Alrighty, signing off as your trusty cat,

MC ^^