I was laying down on my bed, in a pair of extra skinny, mild blue, ripped denim jeans, with a plain white tee, over which I wore a light blue, stone washed, denim jacket that had a couple of rips on the arms.

My feet were clad in my mild blue denim converse. My left leg was propped up a tilted, 90° angle, with my right leg's ankle over my left leg's knee.

I'm half dozing off, and half scrolling through my Instagram feed, but that changed when Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook decide to barge into my room, causing me to jump fifty miles in the air from shock.

I rubbed my eyes as I got up, "What the bloody fucking hell!?" I ask them, with a murderous look on my face.

Since, they've never really woken me up from my sleep before, they don't know the consequences.

"What's with the face? Get up, SooJin!" JungKook spoke, loudly, a mocking smile on his face.

"Oh, you did not...!" I say to him, my face shadowing over.

"Oh, yes I did." He says, though he doesn't sound as confident as before.

I practically fly from my bed, as I lung after him. He screams, before dashing out of my room. We pass by the other's doors in the hallways. Jin's door opens, "What The Heck Is This Noise!?"

But, he had to step back as I flew after JungKook.

"JEON  JUNGKOOK! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" I shout, but what surprises me is that, Yoongi joined me in screaming the same thing and runs beside me as we run after the maknae.

I look over at him, opening my mouth to question him, but stop short when I see a 'Grandpa' makeover on his face.
His hair was dyed a silvery gray shade, with heaps of paint used to make wrinkles on his face. The painted wrinkles looked very real.

JungKook is a great artist so that explains it. I would have laughed in a normal situation but I was fuming myself.

"Dont. Even. Ask." He groaned.

I'm guessing he's more mad than usual, because he is always too lazy to run after Jungkook.

"What happened to you?"

"He ruined my precious nap time!" I growl, and increase my speed.

"You know what? I'm stopping." Yoongi says as he stops running.

I look back, about to question him, and guess what? He was sitting on a chair, with a popcorn bowl in hand.

Where the hell did those come from!?

"One, I'm tired already. Two, I'm lazy, three, you go ahead. This is looking very interesting." He says, an entertained look on his face.

I run up to the previously laughing but now screaming JungKook, and grab him by the collar.

"Oh, no you don't." I say, and slap the back of his head, hard.

"Now," I say, "PREPARE YOURSELVES PARK JIMIN AND KIM TAEHYUNG!" I yelled, as I run towards the laughing boys. They yell, and drop their phones, as they run out of the house in the back yard with me close on their heels.

The rest of the Bangtan, just laughed at this.

After an hour of chasing each other around, we found ourselves, seated in the front lounge.

Namjoon, came back from his phone call.

"Guys, that was from BigHit." He informs, a serious look on his face.
"Since we've already been auditioned and taken in, they've called us in for a meeting, and there is an audition for SooJin. They'll give us the details there, so in an hour, I want all of you here." he orders, and all of us spring to our feet, scrambling up the stairs.

"Wait. Formal clothing, Joonie?" I ask.

"Smart casual." He nods.

"Thanks!" I say, over my shoulder.

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I slip on a pair of skinny, turquoise denim jeans that had rip holes on the knees. It was paired up with a sleeveless, white tank top.

I blow dry my hair which was moist from the shower and curl it so it looks wavy.

I sweep my hair onto my right shoulder. Then, I do natural make up; a little foundation, and a pinkish bronze blush on my cheek bones.

I spread shimmery, neutral pink eye shadow, on my eye lids, black, thin, winged liquid eyeliner, on the edge, and three coats of black mascara,on my eyelashes.

I paint my lips, in a slightly dramatic shade of pink. I wear my white, Adidas superstars.

I felt a little uncomfortable, so I throw on a black bomber jacket, with two white stripes on the arms and a white stripe, running down the collar line.

I wear a white, pearl bracelet that had a single, and silver heart charm, on my left arm.

I take my phone in my hand, and stuff my wallet in my pocket. I exit my room, strolling in the kitchen after a few minutes.

I open the refrigerator, and take out my soft, chewy and delicious double chocolate cookies, I had baked earlier in the day, before my ruined nap time.

I open the box to find it empty.

"JEON JUNGKOOK! WHERE ARE MY COOKIES!?" I scream, as I march to the front lounge where the maknae line was seated, screaming at a soccer game between Argentina and Portugal, basically Lionel Messi Vs. Cristiano Ronaldo.

"JungKook! Where the hell are my cookies!?" I screamed in his ear.

He smirks, as he licks his lips, and rubs his belly, pointing that they were in his stomach, "They were very delicious, by the way."

This ticks me off, "Watch your back, Jeon JungKook."

"Oh, snap. She's gonna come at you hardcore now, JungKook." Yoongi, who swagged into the room, says.

"How much can she do?" JK (JungKook) scoffs.

"You're underestimating me, Mr. Jeon." I smirk, a plan forming in my head, already.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you breathe." He scoffs, and rolls his eyes.

Joonie, waltzes into the room, with Jin right after him.

"Are we all ready?" Jin asks, as he takes out his hand mirror, a checks himself out, fixing his hair, and what not.

We all roll our eyes, "I think we should be asking you that." I comment.

Taehyung, Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok nod their heads, simultaneously.

"Can we go now?" Tae whines, and stomps his feet lightly, like a child.

"Yes. Yes, we can." JK says, smugly.

I just stare at him like Boi-What-Is-There-To-Be-Smug-About?

He rolls his eyes, and follows after Jin, and Namjoon.

It takes every fiber in Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok to stop me from lunging after Jeon JungKook.

"WHAT THE HECK IS PROBLEM!?" I scream, throwing my hands up in the air, as well.

Just you wait, Jeon JungKook.
You have no idea who you're dealing with.

I laugh manically.

~Meanwhile~

"Should we be worried?" Hoseok, and Jimin whisper, to the other two.

Yoongi and Taehyung, gulp, "Shit's about to go down, between them." Yoongi says, in fear, for the first time in forever.

"And we're stuck in the middle."