Something sounds, but you think nothing of it as poor bunny begins to yawn and stretch. You are still sleeping lightly against Jungkook's perfectly messy bed head, while his head is adorably curled up laying between your legs in your lap.

"Y/N," says a gruff voice, "get up."

You toss around, moaning lightly, being really stubborn, since you're not a morning person. But Jungkook grabs your flailing, protesting arms by trying to control them. You slump over him and his hands slightly grace your breasts, which makes him repel when you double over in his arms.

You smirk in your sleep.

Your work was done.

"Y/N, no games. Let's go." Jungkook grabs your arms and flips you over, and your stomach lands directly in your throat. Jungkook hauls you out like a piece of meat over the small of his shoulder. You were too tired to even care at this point, so you fall back asleep, as your arms flail at the back of Jungkook's body.

Your body is traveling somewhere but you don't even know. The air becomes even colder as Jungkook ties you round his neck, your knees in one hand, and chest in the other. His hand was leaning right under your breasts, which sort of made you uncomfortable but completely worth it at the same time.

Silence is all you hear, and your eyelids remain darkly unoccupied. You have no clue as to where you're going, much less can surmise a reason as to why. The road was bumpy and quite loose, as Jungkook seemed to be holding other things.

You hear whispers and turnings about the area, as you hear a lounging sloth you remember the named called upon to be Yoongi, was silent but all the louder with the apparent rustle and tossing of his feet. And the other boy you learned later to be Jin, whispers something about bringing food along the way.

Along the way of what? is your question of the night. Or was it morning? You have no real idea, so you just kick back and enjoy the ride.

You hear another person approaching Jungkook, a nearly stomping form that wasn't in the best mood. "Jungkookie," the voice noted as Jimin's hisses, "you cannot hold an injured Y/N like that."

Jungkook blares a whispered note of frustration, as he bounces you higher into his neck. "Fine. Then you take her." Without warning, Jungkook swings you round and dumps you into the sprawling hands of Park Jimin.

You scream on the top of your lungs.

"SHHHHH," everyone scream-whispers and freezes.

Your hand clamps over your big mouth as you land on the sorry part of your bum. Your eyes are wide open now, as Jimin's face wrinkles in concern, then flares in anger at Jungkook, glaring at Bunny with truly brimming eyes of starry wonder. He kneels down beside you and lends a helping hand. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Jimin mouths to you.

You nod innocently, but are fully aware of the alarms you might have outwardly set off. Jungkook folds his arms, grunting in the disapproval of Jimin feeling sorry for you.

Jimin lifts your injured form and carefully carries you out to the car. When he sets you down in the back seat, you smile at him and hug his neck. Jimin kneels before you and points an index finger up, as if to have a quiet idea. Then, he turns around and pretends to make out with someone, which makes you quietly laugh.

Then he looks back at you.

You put two and two together.

He wants to make out with you.

Honestly, you've never kissed anyone before. But Park Jimin was one of the sexiest boys you know, so why not? Jimin takes your chin and tilts your head into his face at an angle. Then, without enough warnings, he graces your lips with his big, thick ones. When he releases, he greets you again with a solid peck to the lips.

Sure enough, you two are full-blown kissing to the freaking max with no living boundaries whatsoever. Jimin's eyes full of brimming starry wonder looks big and teary at you with one focus only: the breath on your lips.

He mouth suctions to the bottom of your lip, sucking all the juice out of your mouth and pouring it into his own. You are sucking on his top lip, which was the most intimate thing you have ever felt with some throughout anyone you've seen before.

Finally, the rest of the crew shows up, but you and Jimin are addicted. His mouth is what's keeping you breathing right now, and his touch is what's keeping your body moving. Jungkook is right behind him, and trips his hyung into the step of the car.

You moan in frustration at the halting of Jimin's kissing on you, and pout at the fact that Jungkook apparently doesn't like it. Just then, Jungkook slides in beside you, much to your utter dismay. And after you comforted him last night, you wish Jungkook would just support you in your semi-forming relationship with the raveningly electrifying Park Jimin. But instead creates a wedge in between your physical and social relationships, literally.

Jin slides in beside you, while Yoongi sits up front. Taehyung winces into the seat beside you from the other side, when Jungkook does the most ridiculous thing known to mankind ever. He topples over Taehyung and slides into you, just sit next to you, only you don't want to sit next to him, which is why this happens:

You hiss in agitation at Jungkook for being so fickle with you. He was literally playing with you in what he wants. You hate him times a million for that you freaking hate him. He was counterfeited, a wolf in sheep's clothing, and you wanted nothing to do with him. As Yoongi starts up the car, the engine rustles brokenly, and the tires resonate loudly as it sluggishly hits the muddy pavement.

"Where are we going?" you ask groggily.

Jungkook shushes you and smashes your head into his lap. Sleep hits you again faster than can follow the word 'why'.

*                     *                     *

"Y/N, when those bad guys come in, don't say anything about the drugs." He says your given name because he thinks you respond and listen better to it.

Your little angelic self nods despite the creaking sensation of vomit inching its way up your sweet little throat. You would be five years old this very day.

You fearfully repeat the same line to yourself over and over again. Don't say anything about the drugs don't say anything about the drugs don't say anything about the drugs don't say anything about the drugs.

You snap awake, lifting your head abruptly, as you shout, "Don't say anything about the drugs!"

"SHHHH," is everyone's response, as Jungkook cradles you into his lap again.

Your breath was shaky at the sight of your vision, still in awe that you somehow remember something that actually happened to you.

But you think making out with Jimin will make it all better. You lift your head once more, and prod a finger at Jimin's face, unsure of how you were to awake such a peaceful human being. He doesn't wake up at first, much rather turning his slumbers like a cute little baby.

But when he wakes up, he just stares at you from the corner of the car, as he is another seat away from making out with you. Your next victim is Taehyung, who wakes up almost immediately. He looks at you blankly with an apparent alien haze that makes you question his sanity.

He just looks at you, and looks at Jimin. He knew what you wanted, but stomps his foot in defiance. "Why can't you do that to me?" he scream-whispers.

"SHHHH!" Everyone shushes your conversation out of the water again.

And when you thought he would never ask. You shrug and grip him by the shoulders, turning fully into him. He blushes immensely when you pucker into his mouth, and his eyes appear wide like they are about to pop out of his head. He was so surprised that he climbs up into the seat like a frog to finish the kiss awkwardly, like he's never kissed anyone yet before.

When he realizes what's good for him, Taehyung begins kissing you deeply, gripping your chin and melting your face. He was a really good kisser, and sickly gorgeous devil. Wherever planet he came from, he'd better take you to his leader.

Finally, Yoongi pulls into an old housing unit that looks one hundred years old and a thousand years both at the same time. When someone whispers a, 'This is it,' you recoil like sluggish tar and molasses. It was hideous. It looked like Count Dracula threw up on your house. You could not live here.

As you collectively exit the car, you think one thing: is this permanent? Jungkook thrusts you a giant duffle bag from the trunk, as you are nearly toppled over by the force of it swinging around your wounded body. Everyone grabs a bag, and Jungkook, being the muscle pig that he is, grabs three.

It is also the time you realize that Hoseok stayed behind. He wasn't in the vehicle, so where could he be? "Where's Hoseok?" you risk openly.

"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Why. Why do you say anything at all.

And the only apparent leader who seems to be in charge is Yoongi, so everyone looks to him to unlock the door and carry out the only actions that really matter.

The house is a dusty place you find, as Yoongi unlocks the door, but when you enter, you quickly learn that it's an immaculate mansion of great size and color. The floors were polished with precision, the ceilings were high with crystal chandeliers, and the furniture was of the most expensive you have ever seen, a true house for size that you could never, ever afford in a million bajillion years.

You set down the rather heavy duffle bag when the door is closed, just to turn around and watch Jungkook open his own duffle bags for size.

Suddenly, he pulls out a tiny stick with a lighter. The glowing fire at the end of the stick made you entranced and slightly confined to the only thing glinting in the room.

"What's that?" you ask blankly, your two index fingers bouncing off each other in dying curiosity. Jungkook arches a threatening eyebrow at you.

"A cigarette," he states, looking you up and down, almost taking in your good girl persona. "Want one?"

No. "Yes." There was only one problem. You were both the tattler and the newly bound bad girl running after the one thing deadly to mankind. When you thought Jungkook was counterfeited, you realized that you were becoming just like him. Who was going to tattle on you if you're going to take the cigarette. You can't cry wolf on yourself, can you?

Jungkook gives you the cigarette, and pulls out another one for himself. He is smirking lightly at your reaction, as you are coughing and choking on your own freaking butt all at the same time.

A/N

Hey, it's Kitty! ^^

How is everyone today? I hope you are all doing well.

I know the song was a tough pick, but trust me on this one lol

When you listen to Cry Wolf, think of your dream you recall fully happening, and you and Jungkook's confrontation with the cigarette. This is because you feel like now this is setting your new lifestyle in stone, thus making you this all-out bad girl that makes you want to be something you are probably not (counterfeited soul).

Stay healthy, and if you feel you want to, please leave a comment or leave a vote, it would be so kind. And thank you soooo much for the 22 followers who follow me with the load of crap I have to offer to this small, small world. Thank you.💜💜💜

Unedited, but will fix major mistakes

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