**** age differences will be altered in this story, so as to make relationships and actions more believable and appropriate.
Ages, in order
Jin : 18, graduated
Yoongi : mid-late 17s, graduated
Hoseok : 17
YeongMi : 17
Namjoon : 17
Jimin : late 16s
Taehyung : late 16s
Jungkook : early 16s
Hyjoon : early 16s

Yes, YeongMi is older than Namjoon.

I hope you enjoy the story!
YeongMi and Namjoon are gonna be disgusting sometimes ****

"How bad can it be? I mean, I'm here with you this time. Everything is automatically better because of that."

"Your narcissism is getting out of hand, Hyjoon. Frankly, I'm concerned."

"What, worried I'll beat you at your own game?"

They shared a smirk, "not a chance, dumbass."

YeongMi was disappointed that school was starting again. After all, summer had felt like a dream - exciting, full of bliss, and over too soon.

She was also worried, as this year, she would be staying in a student dorm. Which meant one thing - a roommate. She had no idea who she would end up with, all that she knew was it would be someone in her year.

Her worries were diminished as soon as she felt an arm around her, and she turned to Namjoon with a grin.

"How's my beautiful girlfriend?"

"Better, now that her beautiful boyfriend is finally here."

Hyjoon scrunched her face up and made gagging sounds. "Okay, I'm going to go throw up, you're disgusting."

"So, Yeo, are you ready to face this year?"

YeongMi smiled at the peculiar nickname, her mind pulled back to last month, when she had gone to visit Seungkwan at his dorm.

~

Namjoon shuffled nervously, staring at his wrist, which was tightly held by YeongMi. She was pulling him along, holding onto him like he would run away.

Truth be told, he was tempted to. He was beyond anxious; he was beginning to calculate the possibility that his stomach would drop out of his ass, right at this moment, because that's what it felt like.

"YeongMi, I - "

"Shut up. You have to face him at some point. He's the most important thing in my life okay? Don't be a baby."

Namjoon would have joked about how he was the most important thing, but he was too busy dreading the upcoming meeting.

He prayed that the elevator would break, so that he wouldn't have to come face to face with YeongMi's childhood best friend.

It worked just fine, unfortunately.

Her childhood friend, who was like a brother to her. The one guy in her life that she would listen to full heartedly. The only one who could get away with bossing her around. The one who had admitted to Namjoon that YeongMi was sensitive. The one who had told him to take care of her. The one who now knew that Namjoon was the one who had made her upset.

Seungkwan should, by no means, be intimidating. Except, his status as YeongMi's makeshift brother, and his tone of voice was enough to make Namjoon feel like a scolded child.

YeongMi nodded to the passing workers; Namjoon didn't even notice them.

"Just, pretend to agree with everything he's saying. Don't argue, that'll only make him talk more."

Namjoon barely nodded, his face void of all emotion as he tried to prepare himself.

YeongMi smirked, seeing his expression, but she discreetly slowed her steps to delay their arrival. "That's what you get for hurting my feelings."

Namjoon knew she was very smug about Seungkwan's protective side, and he couldn't blame her, as it probably made her feel like a normal teenager with an older brother, not one with a complicated, secret family and distant old friends.

As if he had been waiting by the door - he probably had - Seungkwan opened the door before YeongMi could even knock.

He pulled YeongMi inside, completely ignoring Namjoon. YeongMi gave him an unconvincing look of apology, slipping out of her shoes and following Seungkwan into the living area.

Namjoon followed, his feet dragging across the clean floors like a vacuum.

"Mi-"

"No! You don't get to call her that, that's my thing."

YeongMi snorted at Seungkwan's ridiculous statement, but Namjoon only nodded gravely.

Once he entered the room, Seungkwan grabbed him by the collar. Namjoon slouched down in an attempt to look smaller, and he avoided Seungkwan's eyes, hoping it would be over soon.

"So, it was you."

Namjoon only nodded, already wishing this was over.

"And you acted so innocent on the beach. I should have kicked your ass."

YeongMi snorted, butting into their moment. "Seungkwan, you've never fought anyone, do you even know how?"

"Yah! Is that how you're going to talk to me? I haven't seen you in months, and this is how it's gonna be?"

YeongMi smiled, standing up from where she had gotten comfortable between Jeonghan and Mingyu. "Shall I leave then?"

Seungkwan glared, forgetting about Namjoon and bickering with her.

"You don't appreciate me, I can't believe we're friends," Seungkwan turned away when YeongMi hugged his arm, making irritatingly cute sounds and pouting.

"I know, how could someone so handsome and talented be in contact with a trainwreck?"

"You're right," Seungkwan narrowed his eyes, "wait, are you being sarcastic?"

"Of course not!" YeongMi smirked, "don't you agree that I'm very handsome?"

She grunted when his elbow dug into her side, quickly stumbling to the couch like she had a stab wound.

Seungkwan leaned closer to Namjoon, "you better take care of her. She's a giant dork with no sense of control."

Namjoon smiled slightly, nodding as he watched the scene unfold.

Hansol knelt beside YeongMi, playing along and pressing down on her side. "Medic! We need a medic!" He nudged Wonwoo, who gave him an emotionless stare. Giving up, Hansol used a pillow cushion as a bandage, shoving it on YeongMi's gut. "God, I don't think she's gonna make it... hang in there, fight!"

YeongMi gasped, staring upwards with a glassy expression, a small smile playing at her lips. "I see the light! Jisoos is waiting for me."

Joshua glanced up at the reference, but quickly ignored the idiotic duo.

"Don't go into the light! Stay with us. What about the children!"

"My husband-"

"But Debora, think of the children!"

YeongMi placed her hand on his cheek dramatically, her eyebrows pulled together, her mouth ajar and trembling. "Tell... tell my husband I love him, and I'm - "

She suddenly collapsed, and Hansol cried out, wiping imaginary tears as he stared up at the ceiling, his arms raised high.

"I super hate you both."

~

YeongMi smiled, lacing her fingers with Namjoon's, "I think so."