“True or Dare?” Jackson asked while staring at me intensively.

“Ture.” I said confidently.

He smirked. “Who is your favorite among us?” all seven eyes looked at me full with hope.

“You don’t need to ask, of course it’s me” Mark blurred out.

“Pft, as if I’m her favorite!” JB said proudly.

“In your dreams, I’m her favorite!” JR said.

Let’s try something new, they said, it’s going to be fun they said. I rolled my eyes as I watch the guys fighting over the title who I like the most.

“Guys, guys, guys!!” I shouted which caught all their attention. “I don’t have a favorite, I like all of you for themselves.” I said trying to change the topic, but they just frown.

“You need to have one you like the most of us.” Jackson exclaimed. “Don’t worry about the feeling from the others, they can handle it.”

“I swear, I don’t have a favorite. Let’s just watch the dame movie and get fat from the food.”

They all obey and we made yourself comfortable in JB’s room and watched a horror movie. Well I’m happy that I don’t have to sleep alone for today. I was sitting on the bed with JB on my right side and Bambam on my left side, JR, Yugyeom were laying on the couch which was open into a bed, while Youngjae, Jackson, Mark made themselves comfortable on the air matures. Slowly I sink deeper into the blanket, as the movie played. But JB had other plans, he pulled me out of the blanket and placed me his lap and used me as a pillow, his head resting on my shoulder. Since there was a new seat on the bed Jackson decided to place himself in it.

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Surprisingly, I was the first one who woke up, so I quickly rushed to JB’s bathroom with my stuff and changes. Several minutes later I walked down the stairs, finding his parents in the kitchen.

“Good Morning.” I greeted them with a huge smile on my face.

“Good Morning to you too, you’re early up.” Mrs. Im greeted me as she cooked. “Want to eat with us?”

“No thanks, I need to go home and get ready to meet a friend.” I explained before I left. Luckily JB’s place was just two blocks away from mine. I didn’t really told the truth to his parents, I’m going to meet one of my friend but in the afternoon. The only reason why I wanted to leave is because of the guys, once they woke up and see what I’ve done then I’m done.

“Anna!!” I heard a well to familiar voice shouting, seems like they were awake. Sprinting the way back home to make sure the guys don’t chase me, which they weren’t since they need time to get rid of the drawing I’ve done…on their faces. It was payback time.

“Good Morning Mom, Dad!” I said as I enter the kitchen, but not before I made sure to lock the door behind me. I soon regret entering the kitchen, since they were doing lovely-dovely things. Oh my innocent eyes.

“Hey sweety.” Dad said.

“Hi, by the way if the guys are looking for me, can you tell them I gone to meet a friend.”

“What did you do?” Mom asked sternly.

“Nothing, just had a little bit of fun. I’ll show it to you later. Anyway I’m going to take a shower.” And with that I left for my room, I need to get rid of the smell of the guys on me.

After I was clean and change I walked back down to the kitchen, only to find my parents already eating in the dining room. I started to eat with them while also showing them the picture I’ve done, from the masterpieces which was on the faces on the sleeping guys. My dad cracked up and high fived me, while mom tried to hide her smile. Since Dad wasn’t the mature one she had to act like one, even though she is as childish as Dad.

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As usual she’s late, typical girl. I waited there, while scrolling down my music list till I found the new song from With Lowry –Around your Heart, at first didn’t liked the song but after listing closer to the lyrics I started to fall for it. Afterwards I decided to read the text from ‘Bad Boy’.

8 new texts

Rolling my eyes I closed our chat, obviously he was drunk, again! Let’s just ignore his text, but I quickly change my minde with the next text.

“What’s with this grin on your face?” Lilla asked as she pull both of my earplug out.

“Nothing.” I said in a sing sang voice, while typing the last message before sliding my phone in my jacket pocket.

After a quick “Hi, how’s going?” we made our way to the coffee shop. It took a few minutes to get there, but it was worth it, it was an old European style coffee house. We made our way to the corner of the shop while a handsome waitress followed us. Once we sat down the waitress took our order, a cappuccino while for me it was a coffee late with soya milk instead of milk. While we waited we started to catch up, her with work while I with school. Soon our coffee came, but I couldn’t drink it, it was hot as f. Our conversation focus mainly on one topic, which was love.

But soon she started to talk about some of her ex, until I said my mind.

“You know, you were a Dom, right?” I said while biting my check at her reaction.

“What?” she asked.

“You know, Dom and Sub, . All your ex boyfriends were Subs and you were the Dom. You always had the pants on in the relationship.”

“No, it’s not true.” She said and started to laugh, but I could see trough her eyes that she was thinking.

Taking sip of the coffee. “All your ex’s were love sick puppy.”

She started to laugh. “Love sick puppy? I like this.”

We both laughed and continue our conversation.

“You know more, more than half of marriages end in divorce. Marriage is overrated.”

“Well mine would last forever.”

Chuckling. “Good luck to find the one, your expectation are way too high.”

“No it’s not, I want to marry a lawyer, who can dance, has a six pack and a lots of money. With either blond or red hair. Oh and he should have the pants on in the relationship.”

Rolling my eyes. “Yeah right, good luck finding your Dom.”

“And yours aren’t?” Lil said giving me a look. “A man, who's older then you, tall, six pack, sharp jawline, brown hair and blue or green eyes. Oh and let's not forget he should have a deep voice.”

“Well I don’t have anymore standards , since I never want to get married.”

She smiled. “Yeah right, I’m going to tell everyone at your marriage, that you would never wanted to get marry.”

Smiling back. “And I will make a check list for your husband if he got everything you wanted.”

“You serious??” she sigh out. Then we started to laugh again and we stayed in the topic. Which was hilarious. After eating a quick snack we payed and made our way home. But as we were few meters out of the coffee shop, Lilla started to laugh.

“OMG there was a poster for a gay tourist agency.”

I just looked at her as if she had grown another head, but then it hit me. “Oh I forgot to tell you that it was a gay coffee shop.”

“No wonder all waitress were handsome.” She hit me playfully and winked at me.

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“I’m back.” I shouted as I enter the house and slipped out of my shoes and placed them on the shoe rack.

“Welcome back sweety.” My dad shouted from the living room. While my mom walked out of the kitchen with an red apron. “Good you’re here, now go change our guest going to be here in any minutes.”

Groaning. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I said and I point up and down at me. I was satisfied with what I wear, black skinny pants, a white hoodie, on it was black thick line on top in the middle were a huge number below it stand ‘Live happened.’ And on the arms were two thick black lines, right above my elbow, but it was hidden since I wore an all-black collage jacket, which was from the boys section, but I fall for it and bought it. Can’t blame a girl, the boy section were more appearing then the girls.

Before she could answered the door bell rung.

“Seems like the guest are here.” Dad said as he came out of the living room, dressed all nice. Mom probably dressed him, since I know Dad would never want to wear fancy clothes on dinner, even if we have guest over. Mom quickly put her apron off and those it in the nearest closet. Like Dad, she was dressed fancy. Turning around I opened the door, but not before I checked myself on the mirror on the wall.

In front of me were two adults and in the middle were a guy, a really familiar guy.

“Ohh you’re going to be kidding me.” I mumble to myself, before forcing myself a smile.