I'm gonna admit it.. this book is confusing as hell & you might get seriously lost trying to figure out what is happening 24/7. So my recommendation to you as a reader is to just enjoy it as it is, and to not worry about the details as much. This is my first ever fanfic, so please bare with me. I've learned so much from writing this book & I've grown as an author. Thank you to those who understand that. It means a lot to me. Anyways, I hope you're enjoying the book so far. Don't stress over grammar mistakes etc. I don't really have the time to fix those, but I'm aware of them!
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I peaked through my fingers, trying to see the monster that was literally under my bed.
"Tae?"
"It's been two days, I couldn't have changed that much?" He lightly chuckled.
I jumped into his arms, relieved to see him in one piece. This guy was tough as hell for surviving a whooping two nights alone in the cold and dark.
He took a light whiff of my hair before slightly smirking. "Smells like cologne."
I always wondered why he was so odd.
"So, what happened while I was gone." Tae asked me as he laid back onto his comfy bed.
"Jungkook got hit by a frypan and now he's sleeping in nurses room." I shrugged my shoulders as if this were a regular occurrence.
"Really?" He raised his brows. "Good to know."
I giggled, and his eyes went wide.
"How could you laugh at your best friend getting hurt El—?" Tae shouted for the world to hear.
I covered his mouth with my hand, making him promise he'd stop talking once I let go.
"I promise." He mumbled onto my hand, before I let go. "hah." The corner of his lips rose into a smile.
"Don't you dare." I warned him.
There was a comfortable moment of silence, before he interrupted it. "Who's so difficult?"
I raised my brow.
"He's so difficult—!" Taehyung mocked my voice.
"I—
"What could I ever possibly do—!" He pretended to dramatically whine.
"Okay, stop it." I pinched his arm.
"Well—?" He tapped his foot.
"Jimin." I quietly mumbled as I played with the zipper on my jacket. "I was talking about Jimin."
"Jimin—?" Taehyung tried to remember the name.
"My trainer." I sighed, waiting to see his reaction.
"What about him—?" Taehyung casually shrugged his shoulders, combining through his hair.
"Nothing important." I admitted. "It's just that he hates me one day and then the next, we're okay."
"Hm." He barely replied, still combing his hair.
"Talk to him about it."
"Are you sure that's a brilliant idea?" I chuckled at his directness. "What do I say if he's in one of his bad moods?"
"Just go for it." Taehyung grabbed both my hands as he laid them in my lap. "We've got nothing to lose at this place."
"You're right." I finally nodded.
"After dinner though." Taehyung brightly smiled, as I wrapped my arms around him.
"You wouldn't want to miss a meal for the world." I laughed.
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"Honey, do you want an ice pack?"
"I think I'm okay. Thank you." Jungkook got up from the bed, and scratched his head.
"Uh, I think I'm gonna go now." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Are you sure? I don't want to send you out there if you're not feeling okay." The nurse said, worriedly.
"I'm fine." He said with a smile, walking out the doorway.
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"Donghyun moves up to six." The guard mumbled as he reached over to grab the file.
He wiped the sweat off his forward, and continued to read off the list. "Lisa—
The guard lowered his brows as he pushed through the files, making sure he didn't just accidentally skip over her. "This isn't good."
He quickly walked up to Jin's room, and knocked on the door.
No answer.
He then tried Yoongi's door.
No answer.
The guard let out a deep sigh, knowing he had to try one last person, the person that no one like to deal with. He slowly brought his fist to the door, as he tried knocking. To his surprise, he actually opened, standing there with raised eyebrows as he waited for the guard to say something.
"Lisa's file is missing." The guard explained to him.
Jimin let out an irritated sigh and took a step back into his room.
"I'm sorry sir, I tried to get Jin but he—
"I can do it myself." Jimin hissed, before walking out of his room.
He walked into the file room, and searched through all of them, reading each one carefully. He slammed the papers on the floor, looking over his shoulder.
"Someone's been in here."
"What would you like me to do sir—?" The guard grabbed his walkie talkie.
"Dinner won't be served to anyone."
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"oh my—lobster." I practically drooled, as the tray left the cafeteria.
"You're delusional if you think that's for us." Tae harshly spit facts.
"I know, I'm just ignoring the fact we have to eat microwaved burgers for dinner." I tried to smile.
We placed our trays onto the table, ready to dig into our food. I haven't had a good meal for what feels like an eternity.
Jimin walked into the cafeteria, approaching a table of three guys. "Can I borrow that for a second."
Refusing to wait for an answer, he picked up the boys lunch tray and slammed it against the metal pole, gaining everyone's attention.
"I want everyone to come up to the trash can, and throw away their food. Now." He ordered.
The trainees slowly stood up, confused as to why they had to throw away food they barely got to eat.
"We just started eating." I whispered to Tae as he rubbed his tummy.
"Sit down." Jimin shouted as he glared at all of us.
Okay, but like damn.
Without hesitation, everyone sat down. Tae held my shirt as he pulled me to my seat. I couldn't see why everyone's so scared of this guy. He's just a bully.
"Someone decided to trespass into the file room."
My face went pale.
"That someone, thinks they're a smartass and probably didn't think they'd get caught." Jimin sarcastically remarked.
Everyone's eyes scanned the room, trying to think of who could've done it. I was just thinking of my half destroyed burger.
"So until that someone confesses, food will not be served." Jimin harshly spat, before his eyes briefly met mine.
Oh shit, he's onto me.
The trainees all groaned in annoyance, ready to kill the person who did it.
"What asshole did it?" Taehyung lowered his brows as he turned to me.
"I know, right?" I gave him a fake laugh. "What a stupid bitch."
"Dinner is over." Jimin muttered, before he left.
"Just when I thought burgers were bad." I sighed.
"Come on, lets go." Taehyung pulled my arm.
We walked over to our room, but just as I was about to enter through the door, he blocked it. "You wanna move hoe?"
I didn't really say that.
"Go." Taehyung ordered.
"Excuse me? Go where?" I looked around the room.
"Go talk to him." Taehyung nodded his head to the stairs.
"Wait a min—
"Go." Taehyung whined as he pushed me out the door, shutting it before I could object any further.
I don't think he knows me and Jungkook are the ones that stole the file.
It really wasn't a smart idea to confront him after he just gave that speech. He'd probably just assume I did it. I mean, i did, but I obviously don't want him knowing that. I gulped, taking my time up the stairs.
Please be in a good mood.
I reached his door, but hesitated to knock. My hand was literally pulling itself back—like can you stop.
"The door doesn't bite."
I jumped back, looking like an idiot as I held my hand over my rapidly beating heart.
"You scared me." I said, out of breath. He chuckled and opened his door.
"You must've had the wrong room." Jimin mumbled as he unlocked his door.
"Nope." I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm looking for you."
"Ah, you're angry about the punishment." He assumed, the corner of his lips rising.
"Not exactly." I bit the inside of my cheek as I looked around his room.
"I give up then." He ran his hand through his hair, sitting on his bed.
I cautiously walked over to his bed, keeping a fair distance between us as I sat next to him.
"I just want—" My words faded, as my brain just sort of gave up on me.
"Why'd you stop talking—?" He lowered his brows.
"You're just, looking at me for too long." I straight up told him the truth, not feeling any embarrassment.
"Where do you want me to look—?"
"I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders, and stared down at my lap.
I swear, I'm not usually like this.
"Here." He lifted up my chin so my eyes were lost with his.
"Continue."
"I forgot." I gave him a weak smile.
Oh no, abort.
"What can I do to help you remember?"
AUTHORS NOTE
Thank you for reading this far. I would really like to talk to every single one of you, so don't be shy to comment. Can we talk about Bangtan with black hair? I've been praying for black haired Jimin forever now.