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KIM JIYEON

That night, I took a shower and lay down on Yoongi's bed, scrolling through my twitter feed.

My stomach suddenly decided to rumble, so I got up and walked downstairs.

"Yoongi, can we eat something? I'm so hungry!" I complained.

"Okay, I'll order pizza then." He grumbled quietly, looking up from his tattered journal.

"What!? But I wanted to taste your cooking!" I pouted.

"My cooking is lame, Seokjin is so much better." Yoongi comments.

"Seokjin?" I frown at the name.

"He's the oldest out of my six friends," He tells me. "He's like a mom and can be annoying at times, but he's a good guy. He scares me too. He's the only person I can't get my way with." Yoongi laughs.

The pizza soon arrives and I fill my plate with six pieces.

Yoongi stares at me in shock. "S-Six pieces?" He gulps.

"Yeah? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I've just never seen a girl eat so much."

"Don't judge, I'm hungry! Besides, I'm preparing my stomach for Christmas, that's when the real eating begins. This is... hardly anything to be honest." I shrug.

He nods and takes four slices.

After we eat, I head up to his room and prepare my bag for school tomorrow.

Oh crap, I think to myself. I don't have any books. So naturally, I just flop down on the bed and re-evaluate my life. After sitting on the bed and making a note in one of Yoongi's random empty journals of what I need to buy for school supplies, I hear the doorbell ring. There are some voices downstairs, and I sneak down to see who it is, in case I shouldn't be seen.

But unfortunately, my eyes scan over the six other guys in the living room and greet one familiar, hazel pair.

"Seokjin?"