“We’re her boyfriends”

“what?”

“the ?”

“say what?”

“huh”

“awkwaaaarrdd~”

“shut up taehyung”

“boy-what?”

I face palmed myself hearing my 2 fools blabbering nonsense. The boy’s face were really hilarious, and I actually wanted to play along with chunju, and daeyang, but bts would think I’m a or something. I raised my hand to shut them up before I can clear everything “boyfriends as in boy. Friends..”

I looked at their faces, but none of them understood what I just said

 gawd help me

“They’re my guy friends. I’ve known them for like 8 or 9 years ok?” I answered annoyingly while rubbing my temples. I heard chunju, and daeyang snickering besides me before I elbowed them on their stomach, making them step back with a loud groan.

Yoongi finally stood up. He looked at me with a blank expression “so they’re not your boyfriends or whatever?” he asked with a serious tone. My hand went up to my hair, as I ruffle it in annoyance. “yes.. I’m single ok? Always have.. always will.”

“yeaaahh she’s pretty much gonna die alone” daeyang stated bluntly. He finally shuts up when I gave him a deadly head lock, and fainted for a few second on the ground. Then came chunju with his grinning face “don’t worry noona!~ we would have dated you if we didn’t made that deal with your mom~” he then realized what he has just said. I widened my eyes hearing my mom getting brought up in this place. Not only had he said it oh so smoothly. He also blabbered it right in front of the 7 boys. My anger started to build up as I feel my face getting heated up

He then also shuts up when I punched him in the stomach which made him crutching down into a ball while he feels the pain. “i..m s.sorry” he whispered as he trembled holding down the pain.

I turned to look at the 7 boys before giving them a force smile. “You know what? It’s getting late I should probably go~ chunju you brought an umbrella right?~”

“y..yes” he trembled in his ball form. “good~ well then..” my body turned 90 degree to face them. I gave them a small bow before dragging dumb, and dumber out “thank you for everything~” I beamed before closing the door without giving them a glance.

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Dumb, and dumber ran to the dorm so I had to drop them with my car.

Along the road I didn’t say anything. I do miss them.. sooo so much. But what they did, and say back there really ticked me off

how dare he mention my mom in front of bts.

“noona..” chunju whispered..

Shut up

“hyunji noona..” he whispered again, but with a hoarse voice. Chunju is known for being a cry baby, but he’s proud of it since that is one of my weakness. I bit my lower lips trying to hold back the urge to look at him.

Daeyang who was seated beside me stared at his dongsaeng unamusedly. He must also be disappointed at him for bringing their deal with my mom..

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2 kids came running to me with wide smile “woah! You’re a pretty noona! how old are you?” I giggled as I stare the 2 boys who’s around 10-11 years old

“16” I answered them.. I just got out of my house after seeing my mom stabbed my dad’s dead body. I accepted his death faster than I expected. It’s probably because of my fault. If I was never born, my dad would probably still be smiling right now.

Before I knew it, puddles of tears begin to form in my eyes. Making my vision blurry. “noona what’s wrong?!” a curly brown haired boy pulled my hand. I didn’t realize they were still there.

I brushed off my tears, and gave them a weak smile. “nothing~ you boys need to go home and go back to your parents now” I faked a grin. “you can’t fool us noona! It’s YOU who needs to go home now. girls shouldn’t stay out too late. And if there is one. A man should protect her. That’s what my dad always say!” a black haired boy puffed up his chest, and showed a proud expression.

My expression soften hearing his statement. “Then maybe I should go home now~” I  backed away from them, but before I could wave a goodbye. They ran to me clinging to both of my arms. “Didn’t you hear what daeyang said?! A man should protect a woman who’s out late!” I looked at the curly boy before swiftly glance to the black haired boy “so your name is daeyang?”

“YUP! Kim Dae Yang.”

“And I’m Cha Chun JUUUUU~” the curly haired boy did an aegyo.

After I let them take me back to my house. With the permission of their parents of course. I started to regret it little by little. Then I finally realized I made a big mistake once we were in fro