"Okay, before we go in I will warn you that they are grown men and when a grown man thinks a girl is beautiful they try to make her theirs. You're mine so if any of them try anything then tell me." Yoongi says in a serious tone.

They're not that bad are they?

On camera they always act like children...I forgot that they are all men.

"Oh and sometimes they get a little crazy so just try to ignore them as much as possible, it's what I do."

Wow.

Cling.

The elevator reaches the top floor.

The doors open.

"Let's go." He says and grabs my suitcase and walks off.

"Ya! Don't leave me!" I yell and speed walk after him.

We get to a brown wooden door with a brass handle at the end of the corridor.

I bet this door is worth more than my entire house.

Yoongi turns the handle and pushes the door open.

"Welcome home...I guess." He smiles.

This guy is so bipolar sometimes.

I look into the room.

Woah.

"Holy shit." I gasp.

Nearly everything is either black or white. Both of my favourite colours.

"Shhh. Don't let Jin hear you swear." Yoongi puts a finger to his lips.

I nod slowly still in shock.

Is it possible to fall in love with a house? Because I just have.

"Hey Yoongi do you know where the-" Namjoon says as he walks in to what I think is the lounge.

"Is this?" Namjoon asks gazing at me.

I can feel my cheeks heat up.

"Yes." Yoongi blandly replies.

Thanks Yoongi. You're not even going to give me an introduction? Tch.

"I will go get everyone you guys stay here." Namjoon says and practically runs out.

"That was weird..." I say.

"Get used to it." Yoongi sighs and plops himself onto a sofa.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, you're going to be living with a bunch of weirdos so get used to things being weird all the time." Yoongi replies.

"I like weird." I whisper.

"I don't." Yoongi whispers back.

I didn't mean for him to hear me.

I can hear talking and footsteps from above.

"Sit." Yoongi sits up and pats the place next to him.

"Are you sure?" I ask unsure.

"Of what? You sitting on a sofa?" He asks.

I sigh and plop myself onto the sofa.

"Wow she's pretty." I hear someone say.

I look up to see all of BTS on the opposite sofa.

How did they?-

"So she's that girl." Jimin says eyeing me head to toe.

I feel a little uncomfortable under his gaze.

I feel like he's undressing me with his eyes.

"Jimin quit staring at her like that," Yoongi says with disgust. "Calm your hormones down for once."

Jimin blushes slightly.

Aww.

"So have you done it?" Namjoon asks.

"Done what?" I ask.

"Done the you-know-what?" He says and quirks his eyebrows up and down.

What the hell is he talking about?

"What do you mean- oh, no! No! No! Of course not!" I yell and shake my head.

Namjoon looks disappointed.

What the hell?

"Do you know how to cook?" Jin suddenly asks.

"Jin stop interrogating her." Yoongi sighs.

"Umm, I can cook American and Italian dishes but I'm not so good at making Asian dishes." I confess.

Jin nods slightly.

Why is he asking such things?

"Guys I told you to leave her alone." Yoongi growls.

Everyone is quiet.

"We don't need introductions as we all know who we are so I'm going to take Ally to her room and you're going to stop asking her such stupid questions. Understood?" Yoongi commands.

I thought Namjoon is the leader?

Everyone nods in defeat.

Yoongi grabs my suitcase and my arm and storms off out of the room.

Ohmygodmybiasistouchingme.

No not like that..jeez what is wrong with you?

We walk up a flight of black shiny stairs and to a room with a black door.

He takes something off around his neck.

Is that a key?

He then puts the key into the lock and opens the door.

Why does he have the key to my room?

Why is there even a key for my room anyway?

He walks in and throws my suitcase onto my bed.

"This is literally the room of my dreams." I say in awe as I look around the room.

"At least you like it." He says and lies onto my bed.

Umm...what?

"Ahem." I cough.

"Hmm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping. What do you think it looks like?"

"Ya! Why are you sleeping in my bed?"

"Actually it's my bed."

"But you said this is my room."

"No you assumed this was your room. This room is in fact ours."

"What do you mean 'ours'? I agreed to living with you but not sleeping with you!"

"Quiet it down will you? I'm trying to sleep!"

"I would if you got out!"

"Why would I get out? It's my room!"

"I thought you said it was ours!"

"Oh for fucks sake!"

He sits up and pulls my arm and I fall on top of him.

I can tell my cheeks are probably more red than a tomato.

He pulls the cover over us and wraps his arms around me.

I can hear his heartbeat.

"Let's just go to sleep for a bit shall we?" He yawns.

I don't think I've ever been in a more comfier position.

I feel...safe.

"Hmm." I mumble and let my heavy eyelids close.