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Jungkook suddenly sat up in his bed. It was still dark outside. He blinked a few times and, noticing that Taehyung and Jimin were sleeping like Yoongi.
Which is to say, like rocks.

'BRR-ING!!!'

A slow smile crept up IN the maknae's face. Ha ha ha, I woke up before the alarm went off.

Taehyung groaned loudly and threw a sneaker at him, Jungkook tilting, letting the shoe sail past him, avoiding the hit.
After all, he was the Golden Maknae.

Grabbing a towel, change of clothes and toothbrush, the youngest made his way out of the room and towards the showers, humming Justin Bieber. He stopped at his hyung's rooms, peering in.

Hoseok had left his bed and was now sleeping on Namjoon.
Yoongi was asleep solidly, amidst a pile of papers.
Jin was sleeping peacefully.

My hyungs are so weird, he thought. I love them.

Saya burst in through the doors entering the hallway and buckled over her knees, checking her fitness tracker.
Okay so I burnt 1243 calories. Not enough. She stood up and stretched her arms. Dancers had to stay in shape.
I should talk to Master Deuk for tips, she thought, jogging to her room across Namjoon & Hoseok's to grab stuff to have a shower.

She still hadn't moved in officially, as most of her stuff was back in her apartmentin Seoul. She slept on the floor for the past two days.
Maybe I should have stayed back.
But it wasn't a good idea to drive back and forth from Seoul to Gangnam every single day.

Note to self: Move in my furniture and the rest of my stuff today. Saya grinned to herself. She missed her rolly-bed.

Walking down the corridors, she took a right turn to enter the bathroom when she saw someone. "Jungkook?"

The maknae's head whipped around, eyes widening and scanning the length of her body.

Oh. God. This keeps getting more awkward by the day. Jungkook groaned.

Bad time to be in a sports bra. Saya quickly slung her towel over her shoulder and adjusted it so it covered her torso as Jungkook averted his gaze. Both smiled awkwardly at each other.

"Ha, ha, ha," Saya chuckled nervously and changed the unspoken subject. "The Golden Maknae rises early, huh?"

"Yeah," Jungkook replied, mentally slapping himself for staring at her.
At the same time, he was glad that she'd covered herself because he was a second away from dying. Act professional.

"You're going to the showers too?" He opened the door.

Then he slapped himself mentally. Again.
Of course she's going to the showers you moron. She has a towel.

"Yeah," she smiled.

"You know that there's only one stall that has walls, right?"

Saya laughed. "Yeah, I do," she pointed at the stall. "Taehyung told me you all take turns in using that specific stall because of the walls,"

"PD-him said that he's going to add partitions to the others," he said. "Hobi-hyung is the only one who uses the ones without the walls,"

"He is very body confident,"

"So is Jimin-hyung, but he's shy like the rest of us so he uses the wall-stall as well."

Both laughed quietly for a moment, and began to talk at the same time.

"I think this is the now you've said to me-"

"This is the longest I've spoken to a girl-"

They laughed. "Okay. Now the million-dollar question," Saya said as she features to the great stall with walls. "Who goes first?"

"You can go first, unless you want to toss a coin or something,"

"I think I have one," Saya checked her track pant pockets, her towel slipping away, allowing him a glimpse of her abs.

He gulped. Then frowned.

Was she wearing two bras?

"Gah, I'm broke. You go first,"

"Ladies first," he started to say when she punched his arm. He groaned. "Wha-",

"Ladies first?" Saya questioned. "Just because we're women you think we're weak? That's why you want me to go first?"

"What?! No!! I just said it because-"

"You sexist human being," she huffed.

Jungkook refrained from opening his mouth to say something."I'll go first, then,"

Saya grinned. "Attaboy," she gestured dramatically at the showers, bowing down. "Gentlemen- no wait. Gentle-teenage-boys first,"

Jungkook smiled for the fifth time in ten minutes.

She's as weird as the hyungs. He chuckled, then found himself being pushed into the stall,the door shutting in his face with her yelling, "DON'T TAKE HOURS AT IT NOW, EH."

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Saya leaned against the wall, in the corner of the room as Jungkook showered, smiling to herself. So far, she had managed to get the guy to talk to her. He was so shy.

Her ears perked at the sound of him humming.

Thank God bathrooms had good acoustics.

'Cause nothing can ever,
Ever replace you,
Nothing can ever-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm...'

His English wasn't very good.

But that voice.
Holy Gods of all religions.
Why the hell, does he have to sound like Bieber?! Saya thought, as she closed her eyes and listened to his soothing voice.
And it wasn't helping at the fact that he was currently singing a Bieber track!

Before she could stop herself, she found the words leaving her mouth. "You should reallt do a cover of 'Nothing Like Us', you know,"

The humming stopped.

Me and my big mouth. She facepalmed. I shouldn't have said anything. Now he stopped.

"You really think so?"

Saya looked up and saw his head peeking up from above the wall. His hair was messy, dropping with beads of water.

She nodded furiously. "Yessss,"

Jungkook blushed a bit and resumed showering.

And humming, much to Saya's delight. Soon, she was dozing off, leaning I the corner.

She didn't hear him coming out of the shower to brush his teeth.

He though she'd left due to the silence and came out just in his towel.

Saya's eyes shot open, noticing that the water wasn't running and walked, stopping abruptly at the sight before her.

"Goddamn," she mumbled.

Was it an amazing sight?
Absolutely.
Emphasis on the 'Abs'.

It dawned unto her that he couldn't see her from where she was standing.

Jungkook was brushing his teeth, water droplets covering him.

He's 18 years old and has the body of a Greek freaking God. I'm so jealous.

In the brief second he checked his phone, Saya sneaked off quickly with purpose to the wall-stall and began to undo her sports bra.

So when Jungkook opened the door to get his clothes and change-

"JUNGKOOK!!!!!"
"OH HOLY CRAP!!!!" Jungkook immediately shut the door and leaned against it on his back, his towel almost falling down. "I THOUGHT YOU LEFT!!!"

Saya clutched at her chest, voice shaking and shot back, "NO I DIDN'T," and sighed.
Thank God I wore two bras today.
Because she'd been undoing her sports bra when he walked in.

Jungkook's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Then where were-",
"I fell asleep in the corner as woke up when you were brushing your teeth, so I went in,"

His eyes widened.
So she saw me shirtless?! His arms crossed over his chest.

As if she were reading his mind, she spoke. "Don't worry," Saya assured him, "I didn't see anything," Except I did, and it was glorious. And I totally regret it. She opened the door a teensy bit to slip his clothes back to him, peeking outside.

"Me- me neither," he stumbled. I'm lying. I totally saw you in a bra and I don't think I can survive right now. He gulped and looked down at the towel-covered portion of his body. "Although, what's with the two bras?"

Saya looked at Jungkook.

Jungkook looked at the ceiling to avoid her gaze.

"I-", Saya's voice dropped an octave. "I have support issues," she slammed the door shut, making Jungkook jump and the towel fall down, just as Jimin and Taehyung walked in.

"He never stops!"
"He's the Golden Maknae!"
"Make way for the Juancock!"

*****
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I apologize for not posting chapters and renting on about the HIXTAPE and the next Mini Album and la la la.......
But here it is!
The third chapter, UNEDITED!

I'm planning on editing the first chapters (major changes) because I read it and it's kinda cheesy. That's going to be done soon-ish.

Chapters coming your way!
I ended up rewriting this story for the FOURTH FREAKING TIME.

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