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CHAPTER TWO
"Who are you?" Yoongi asked, raising his eyebrows at me. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his precious chair, which he sometimes used too often. But what? I didn't hear wrong, right? I have been with them for years now! Everyone started to make their way towards me, except of Yoongi who just decided to sleep again, and then stopped. Their eyes observed me, from head to toe and I just gulped.
"You can't tell? It's Haena, Kim!" Jungkook exclaimed, draping an arm around my exposed shoulder. The boys watched me some more and I just grew more nervous under their stare. They were too quiet. I forced a smile as I shuffled from one foot to another. Things couldn't get more awkward, right? Out of nowhere, Jimin decided to spring forward and clasp his hands together, "Stunning!" Huh?
"You've got more style now, huh?" Namjoon asked, nudging me with his elbow and I frowned. He shrugged and walked back to his seat beside Seokjin, crossing his arms behind his head. I sighed as I tried to get out of Jungkook's grasp, which he returned with an unsatisfied pout. I chuckled as I crouched down, "Kim daily, help me with those clothes."
With a loud groan, Namjoon got out of his seat and started to gather the clothes together. I smiled, watching him complain under his breath. After I collected some of the clothes, I walked over to Yoongi and tapped him softly on the shoulder as he tried to mumble me off, "Yoongi, go and sleep in your room."
Yoongi sighed and turned around to face me, shooting me a glare. I shrugged and crouched down, grabbing the hem of his sweater, "You have a performance tomorrow, get some rest," He got off the couch and trudged towards the bedroom, mumbling incoherent words under his breath. I laughed at his reluctance and shook my head, heading to the kitchen.
"Seokjin, what's this?" I glowered at the pizza box sitting on the short coffee table, "Uh, pizza, for you?" I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest, "Ah, thanks for the leftovers."
As I walked out of the kitchen and entered the living room again, I perceived a stuffed toy on the carpet, "Hoseok, take your plush horse," I laughed, chucking the plushie at him, that he caught and left with.
"And Taehyung, don't you dare run away," I called out as I turned around and glared at Taehyung, who had tried to escape from the living room, "Here, your own designed pants, take them with you," I handed him the pants and he gave me his signature smile, scratching the back of his head, "I am sorry."
"Just go," I said and shooed him out of the room, sending him a small smile. I reached out to grab another shirt, that laid beside the couch and quieted, realising that the shirt was drenched in sweat, "Jimin, your sweaty shirts don't belong here. Quickly, the washing machine!"
He rushed to me, snatched the shirt and tried to hide it behind his back. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, "You've been practicing all day again, haven't you? Take care of your health, please."
I pointed a finger at him , "Or I am going to ignore you when you faint the next time," His teeth showed as he laughed, and ran a hand through his hair, "Sure."
The last one left was Jungkook, the youngest among the members, loud at times quiet at times. Jungkook and I are about the same age. He is someone I can talk to when I feel down or need help from. I do not call the members by their respective honorifics, that is what I and the others decided on. We are on the more friendly term at the time.
I turned around to find Jungkook sat on the sofa watching television. I smiled and moved to his side, "Did you cause any problems, again?" A small grin appeared on his face as he turned his head, and nudged me with his shoulder, "You know, I always behave."
"Right."
"But you have done something today," He indicated and I raised a brow, puzzled. What was he up to, again? He crossed his arms over his chest and whistled, "Hm, should I tell you?"
"Just go to sleep," I breathed out, jogged his elbow and gestured to his room, "Alright, captain," He laughed, raised his right hand to his forehead and saluted me before he left for his bedroom. I sighed as the pile of clothes on the ground reminded of the replacements I had to provide. This profession sure can be challenging.
