You grabbed a knife from the kitchen as you slowly began to watch around your home. The air was quiet and you can hear the wind blow outside but the atmosphere was tense. You felt as if you were being watched from several different angles. You glanced towards the back door and noticed it was just slightly open. That's when you realized, there was really someone in your house.

You went towards the back door, closing it quietly before turning around to face your kitchen and living room. You stepped towards the centre of the living room when you noticed a figure behind the curtains.

What kind of idiot hides behind a fucking curtain? You wondered, maybe they wanted to get caught. Is this the person that was watching you this past month? It angered you- no doubt- what gives someone the right to stalk you as if you were some piece of meat? That is if someone was stalking you at all- but you were sure that there were, and you had a feeling that it wasn't just one person either.

You could sense multiple pairs of eyes on you as you stood in the middle of the living room with a knife in your hands. You sighed, scratching your head and tilting your head back in exhaustion. To anyone else it would've looked like you were extremely calm- bored even- but you were a calculating person and took the time to look at your surroundings.

You had throwing knives in the small cabnet beside the couch. If you could just get to those knives you should be fine. The sword in your closet wasn't necessary and would probably do more harm than good. You weren't trying to kill anyone and with your mind being all fucked up with the weird shit that's been happening to you lately you didn't want to cause any unnecessary stress to yourself.

You knowingly turned your back to the curtains in search of the throwing knives. There was multiple people, you can tell. So having multiple knives seems like the best option for your survival. You tucked the kitchen knife into your pants and grabbed the 6 small throwing knives.

You didn't know how, but you could almost feel every person in the room with you and if you were quiet enough you could hear the staggered and shushed breathing of at least 3 people in your living room. One behind the curtains, one in the closet, the other hiding behind the door between the kitchen and the living room.

"Come on out shitheads." You sighed, twirling the first knife in your right and and the other in your left. "I know you're there, all three of you."

You knew there were more, perhaps in the second floor of your home in case you had missed the first 3 in the living room. You could hear a small gasp at the statement you had made and you smirked lightly.

"In the closet." You turned toward the closet, the door was slightly ajar and you could almost laugh at how obvious it was that someone was hiding. You threw one of the knives at the door with such force that it shut the closet door completely, there was no doubt that the knife had gone through the door a considerable amount as the only visible part of it was the small handle. The person in the closet was definitely engaged in a sweet butterfly kiss with one of your knives.

"Behind the curtain." You turned again as you threw the knife towards the figure that was still behind the curtain, it landed right beside the left side of their face and you could see the figure flinch as the curtain began to morph against their face.

"Behind the door." You were about to turn and throw the last knife before the figure burst through the door holding their hands up in defeat and shouting apologizes.

"We're sorry! Don't shoot, I'm just a boy!" And that reigned true, the boy in front of you looked to be about your age. He had ashy blonde hair and brown eyes, the features in his face were sharp but not too much. You glanced at his lips as he spoke frantically and you almost laughed at the boy's shy smile

Get it together, you thought. These people are invaders in your damn home.

"Sit the fuck down." You ordered, the boy in front of you plopped on his knees covering his face protectively. You rolled your eyes, you meant to say on the couch but you supposed he deserved the hard floor at the moment.

You walked towards the curtain, yanking the knife out of the wall and shoving the curtain to the side to reveal another boy. This one seemed older, he had black hair and a surprisingly symmetrical face. He smiled awkwardly, about to greet you before you yanked at his collar and pulled him towards the other boy to sit beside him.

The boy's smile disappeared as he looked at the younger boy still covering his face. "You're an idiot Hoseok. What if she killed you."

YOu decided not to listen as you walked towards the closet.

"You know she won't Jin, she's not like that." Hoseok said, "Besides, that door was thin as hell if she threw that shit then my nose would be off my face."

You removed the knife from the closet door and yanked it open, revealing- of course- another boy, though this one much shorter than the rest. He had pink hair and a button nose and you couldn't help but - yank him out of the closet and towards the floor next to the two bickering boys.

"How the hell did you know where we were?" The boy in the middle- who you assumed was Hoseok asked.

You glared and the boys in front of you shut up, looking at their laps almost ashamed that they were caught. What so they're the lines invading your home in the middle of the night and they want to ask questions? What the hell is their deal? You gripped your hands tightly and if you didn't calm down you were sure to see red. Not to be a downer but you were pretty sure that murder would not look good on any sort of application.

Your hands loosened as you felt a weight in your right hand. You looked down to see that cursed remote again. What the fuck was happening to you?! You grunted as you threw the remote down the hall and gasped as it soared, all the way to the end of the wall and through the door that stood there. Since when could you throw that far? And how did it get the door like that?

The boys stared down the hall and at the remote sized hole in the door in the distance before gasping and smiling. You looked at them, opening your mouth to talk before one of them beat you.

"Holy shit, Taehyung was right." The pink-haired boy said. He and the two boys looked at you with an admired expression on their faces. "Its good to finally meet you (Y/N)."

What the hell is going on?

You gaped at the dumb expressions on their faces before clenching your fists in anger. "Who are you guys? What the fuck are you doing in my house." You paused, thinking back to what the pinkie said. "And who the hell is Taehyung."

A low voice appeared from the hallway, it was soft but intimidating all at the same time. But fuck that, no one could scare you and you'd be dammed if you let even a little vulnerability slip out for a moment in front of these boys. "That would be me (Y/N)."

You turned to see three other boys who were all standing in a line next to each other. The one in the middle must've been Taehyung. He had striking red hair that was tied back with a bandana of the same colour, a small boxy looking smile crazed his face and his eyes crinkled slightly. The boy to his right was only a bit shorter and had brown hair and eyes. His hands were in his pockets and a wide, bunny-like smile was on his face as he glanced at the red-haired boy beside him. The boy to the left was much taller than the two next to him. He had silver hair and brown eyes, little dimples poked at his cheeks as he offered a polite smile.

What the hell was up with these guys and coloured hair?

You didn't know why but you had the sudden urge to throw one of your knives at each of the boys in front of you. Your hands twitched around the three knives in both of your hands. You had 6, there were 6 boys- a match made in heaven if anything.

Jin was sitting on the ground, his hands behind him to hold his weight as he sat on the floor. he glanced at you with an alarmed look on his face as he watched your hands twitch. He knew exactly what you were about to do.

Hoseok, He said. The room remained in a tense silence but the boy beside him at perked up the voice that appeared in his mind. I can hear (Y/N)'s thoughts, she's going to throw one of the knives at Taehyung. She thinks he's responsible. You have to stop it before the knife gets to him.

Okay, Hoseok replies, he glanced at your hands as you glared at Taehyung. Why can't you tell her to stop?

Jin sighed quietly, Taehyung knows everything thats about to happen remember? We have to let things run its course or else things will turn out differently. He said something like this was gonna happen but I didn't know it would turn out exactly like this. Let her throw the knife, but stop it before it gets to him. Just like he said.

Hoseok nodded, he and Jin watch quietly as you glared at Taehyung. The smug smile on his face bothered you immensely, it was as if he already knew things were gonna turn out in his favour. You smirked, raising your right hand and throwing the knives at the three boys in front of you.

The three boys on the floor gasped. Hobi and Jin had only expected you to throw the knives at Taehyung only, not the other boys.

Taehyung's eyes widened as he heard the boy to his left inhale deeply, the knife bounced off the boy's chest and landed on the floor. The boy on his right's body shuddered before he disappeared completely, Taehyung looked at the floor to see a crab crawling towards Jin, who picked it up and sat it in his lap.

The knife coming towards him had stopped dead in front of his face. The tip of the knife kissing at his nose. He'd have to thank Hoseok later.

His hand shook slightly as he picked up the knife that was suspended in the air. Taehyung dropped it to the floor as he looked back up at (Y/N).

You were surprised to see that the smug smile had gone and that a genuine one was placed on his face. Taehyung looked like he was almost sorry for you. You kissed your teeth as if you needed anyone's pity.

"I guess it wasn't the best decision to meet with you like this," Taehyung said. "But we're happy to have found you (Y/N)."

Your eyes were wide, staring at the crab that was in jin's lap, then at the knives on the floor, and then at the boy that had just spoken to you. You sputtered, completely lost for words.

You looked at the boy to Taehyung's right, who had exhaled in relief as he watched you slowly tuck your knives away. He had just deflected the knife you threw at him, it hit his skin but absolutely nothing had happened. You through back to the news report you had watched almost an hour ago. Had he been the boy that had that cinderblock fall on him? The one who was left without a scratch? You stared at the crab again, who was no doubt staring at you back. That boy just turned into a fucking crab in front of your very eyes. Your mind was undoubtedly racing and you felt your breath quicken as your chest tightens.

You knew what this was, you were having a panic attack.

You gripped your head and began to slightly sway in your dizziness. Not hearing as the pink-haired boy in front of you said "Uh oh."

There was no way you were about to pass out in front of 5 boys and a crab that had invaded your house and still had yet to give you any reason why.

But with your luck, thats exactly what you did.