SPRING; March

Saturday -- Morning

“They should be upstairs sleeping still, so just hang out until they’re awake, okay?”

Jungkook’s father slips on his leather loafers before unlocking the front door. With his car keys in hand and a small pocket notebook in another, he hurries to head to work for the day.

“Oh!” Before he left, he poked his head back into the house. “There’s breakfast on the stove if anyone wants some. Bye!”

And Jungkook’s dad shut the door to go to work, leaving Jungkook, Jiyoo and their visitors- who remained downstairs.

“Are they really still sleeping?” Namjoon mutters, his eyes glancing over to the staircase as he checks the time.

The house showed no signs of anybody being awake besides the guys that had just arrived and Jungkook’s dad who had prepared breakfast for them, or what he should’ve said was lunch. It was already 11:37 AM and yet Jungkook and Jiyoo were nowhere in sight.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to go upstairs to look for them. Placing his hand on the doorknob to Jungkook’s room, he takes a nervous breath before twisting the knob as quietly as he possibly could. The doorknob makes a loud squeaking noise and Taehyung flinches at the sound.

After an excruciatingly long minute of slow twisting, Taehyung finally opened the door. Jungkook’s room was an absolute mess. There were Wii controllers and cords sprawled out everywhere and Taehyung could see an empty bag of popcorn with a few scattered kernels here and there on the wood floor.

Jungkook could be seen sleeping in the bed, his messy hair poking out from the top of his blanket as his light snores echoed through the room. There was no sign of Jiyoo anywhere, and Taehyung was about to head out to see if Jungkook had some sort of spare bedroom when he’d been pushed to the side and into the door frame. Suga made his way past Taehyung rather roughly, stomping over the bag of popcorn and grabbing the edge of Jungkook’s blanket before yanking it off the boy’s body.

That’s when they found Jiyoo as well.

Jiyoo was sound asleep, but it wasn’t her being asleep that shocked the guys, but rather how she was sleeping. She was curled up in Jungkook’s arms, which were wrapped around her protectively. One arm rested under her neck and around her shoulders while Jungkook’s other arm was resting on the side of Jiyoo’s stomach. Likewise, Jiyoo’s arms were wrapped around Jungkook’s waist and her face was buried into his chest. Their legs were tangled together in a mess of limbs and skin, for both Jiyoo and Jungkook were wearing shorts.

Well, if you counted boxer shorts as regular shorts.

Even Jiyoo could be seen in a pair of Jungkook’s extra pair of boxers, which fit her like a loose pair of athletic pants.

They looked like a couple together. Sleeping so soundly, it would’ve been cute to look at-

But it wasn’t exactly a precious moment to the rest of guys.

Hoseok began to let out girly screams and Jimin covered his eyes and face, hiding the fact that he was blushing after seeing Jiyoo and Jungkook together in such an intimate way.

“Oh my gosh! Wake up you two!” Seokjin half shrieks, his foot stomping on the floor as he continued to go off about their ‘indecency’.

Taehyung paid no mind to Seokjin and instead began to try and separate Jungkook and Jiyoo, with his own body. He went on the bed and squeezed in the best he could, bumping and pushing his way so that he could lay in between them. Jungkook’s bed wasn’t big enough for the three of them, hence being the reason why Jungkook had been the first to be pushed off and rudely awakened.

Jiyoo on the other hand was pressed against Taehyung and a hard place, which was the wall. She cuddled into Taehyung’s chest and kneaded his shirt with her hands, her face rubbing against the soft fabric as she continued to try and sleep. Taehyung was shocked that she was rubbing up against him so affectionately that his pheromones were beginning to leak out. His nervous grin gave it away that he was happy before anything else though.

As she continued to sleep despite being moved around a little, Jiyoo already knew that something was wrong given that Jungkook didn’t smell like Jungkook anymore. She took a few sniffs and pulled away, finding it harder and harder to do so as her arms were weak from just having woken up. In reality, it was because Taehyung was holding her close to him, enjoying how their bodies to cuddled together instead of letting her put some space in between them.

“Jungkooooook.” Jiyoo whines. She grabbed the pillow that her head was resting on and places it in between her arms. Hugging the pillow, she buries her face into the plush cushion. “You smell weird.”

Although Jiyoo was in a sleepy half awake state, she could still tell that Taehyung wasn’t Jungkook. Taehyung was sad, but still tried to cuddle against Jiyoo, all while Jungkook was dazed and confused sitting on the hard floor.

“What the hell-” Jungkook opened his eyes saw Seokjin standing in his doorway. The latter had his hands on his hips a tight lipped frown on his face. “Why are you guys here?”

“To stop this adultery this instant!” Seokjin announces, though he was promptly ignored as Jungkook turned around to find Taehyung in his spot next to Jiyoo.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s shoulder in an instant and yanked the boy off his bed, throwing him onto the ground before he’d taken his place. Moving his arms around Jiyoo, Jungkook squeezed her lightly as he tried to go back to sleep.

The rest of the guys watched as Jiyoo turned around and snuggled with Jungkook again, the two returning to the position they were in before Taehyung had ruined their little sleep time. Taehyung wanted to interrupt them again, but felt his body halt at the feeling of Alpha pheromones telling him to stay away.

“Namjoon hyung!” Taehyung whined, “Tell them to wake up already!”

“Jungkook, get up.” Namjoon orders.

It took a while, but Jungkook’s pheromones were no match for Namjoon’s, and his body had slowly risen so that he was in a standing position. His calves were resting against the bedframe and only his hand remained behind him, fingers tightly interlocked with Jiyoo’s own hand as she began to frown at the lack of warmth.

“Don’t go Jungkook.” Jiyoo whimpered.

Her sad voice was all it took for Namjoon’s control over his pheromones to diminish. He wasn’t the only one affected though. Seokjin’s banter about Jungkook tarnishing Jiyoo’s purity had come to a halt, along with Taehyung who was watching Jiyoo carefully to make sure she wouldn’t start crying again. Suga remained watching from the side the entire time and still hadn’t moved from his spot, though his eyes were locked on to the two nearest to the bed.

“Can I go back to sleep now?” Jungkook’s voice cracks, his body already beginning to sway towards the bed.

“No. It’s time to wake up already before you guys end up staying up late again.” Jimin coughs awkwardly. He’s finally pulled himself together, though there are signs of a blush still showing on his face.

Walking over to Jungkook, he grabs the boy by his shoulders. “Let’s go to the bathroom so we can clean up, shall we?”

“Jiyoooo. Hyung said it’s time to get up.” Jungkook yawns.

He doesn’t move even with Jimin’s guidance for him to leave the room. Jungkook stays put near Jiyoo, letting her use him as a support as she slowly yanks her body into an upright sitting position. She only stays upright for a good two seconds before falling forward, her face pressing against Jungkook’s back as she inhales.

“Mm mrired.” Jiyoo mumbles, her words not understandable as she continued to bury her face into Jungkook’s shirt.

“Hoseok, can you help me?” Jimin asks in a panic. Jungkook was beginning to use Jimin as a way to keep himself standing, which meant Jimin had to endure Jungkook’s weight dragging him down. Not only that, but Jiyoo was holding onto Jungkook, which further added to the burden on Jimin’s shoulders.

Hoseok peers around the room at the others. Namjoon and Suga both were already looking at him with warning eyes, while Taehyung was outright just glaring at him. He didn’t want to leave Jimin hanging though, especially when he was the one that had been asked to help.

Quickly hooking his hands under Jiyoo’s underarms, Hoseok pulls her up and lets out a small yelp. Jiyoo was a lot lighter than she looked and Hoseok lifted her with more strength than needed.

Jiyoo got scared by the sudden movement and latched on to the closest thing to stabilize herself. Her legs wrapped around Hoseok’s waist while her arms clutched onto his shoulders, pulling him into a hug as she squeezed him tightly.

“I’m gonna fall.” Jiyoo whimpered, the strain in her voice causing Hoseok to hold onto her tighter. “Stop touching my Jungkook.”

In order for Hoseok to hold Jiyoo up, naturally his hands had gone under her to support her weight. Jungkook was now wide awake after hearing his name be called doing something that he wasn’t doing. He rubbed his eyes and looked for Jiyoo, only to find Hoseok grabbing her as she continued to cling to him.

Hoseok was frozen in fear as six other males looked at him with angry expressions. He wants to let go, but doing so would make Jiyoo fall.

“Jiyoo wake up!” Jungkook yells.

Hearing Jungkook’s voice be called in back of Jiyoo instead of in her face was confusing, and Jiyoo opened her eyes to see why everything seemed so off. When she’d come face to face with a panicked Hoseok, she then realized that the boy she was clinging to by no means was Jungkook. Releasing her hold on Hoseok, her body fell backwards and almost crashed against the hardwood floor if someone hadn’t cushioned her fall.

Taehyung had managed to roll himself under Jiyoo’s back before she’d fallen, but that didn’t mean that he’d remembered to catch her head as well. The back of Jiyoo’s skull still smacked against the hardwood with a loud *WHACK*

“Ah!” Jiyoo cried out, her hands automatically going to try and sooth her sore head. “Owie…”

The tears were already forming in her eyes, but before anyone could ask if she was alright, she’d rolled backwards. Jiyoo’s legs went over her head and she flopped onto her . With her hands on the back of her head, she rubbed the place that hit the ground.

Namjoon went up to her first, kneeling down next to her while keeping his pheromones to keep everyone in the room still. He made sure not to let them affect Jiyoo too much though.

“Are you alright?” He asks, offering her a hand.

Jiyoo nods her head, but doesn’t see his outstretched palm with her eyes shut from the pain. Namjoon pulls his hand back before she can see his awkward gesture, a smile still on his face. “Your pajamas are cute.”

“They’re Jungkook’s clothes though?” Jiyoo says confused as to why Namjoon would suddenly complement her stay at home clothes.

A snort can be heard from one of the boys, but Namjoon still keeps a smile on his face. “Ah, it must be you making the clothes look cute then.”

Jiyoo’s face flushes, her cheeks and tips of her ears turning red. She mumbles something about how Namjoon was wrong before crawling out of the room in an embarrassed state. She wasn't used to that sort of compliments. Jungkook and his father only said the basic “you look good” or “not too ugly shortie” (compliments of Jungkook).

Although Namjoon’s smug grin reflected how accomplished he was feeling, there was one thing that Jungkook had over him and everyone else in the group.

Only he had the close relationship that Jiyoo found comfortable.

“Jiyoo! Let's go brush our teeth!” Jungkook calls, throwing a content grin at Namjoon before heading outside.

Once Jiyoo had gone into the bathroom with him, Jungkook closed the door and made sure to lock it this time. Someone tried to unlock the door, but since it was locked, the door remained still besides a couple of shakes here and there.

“Damn kid.” Taehyung grumbles, earning a consoling pat on the shoulder from Jimin. “Ahhh... It's not fair hyung!”

“Sorry I'm younger than you old man!”

Taehyung’s head snapped toward the bathroom door where Jungkook’s voice came from. Before he could curse him out, he heard a small giggle too high to have come from the so said boy. Taehyung knew it was Jiyoo’s voice, and immediately his tongue tied up. “S-Shut up Jungkook!”

“Jungkook be nice to Taehyung!” Jiyoo shushes, though Jungkook’s mischievous smile made her laugh even more. “Cut it out!”

“I don't wanna though.” Jungkook says with a pout.

His attempted cute look made Jiyoo chuckle. “Just brush your teeth then so you'll shut up.”

The two continued to throw light jeers at each other as they brushed their teeth. It was only when Jiyoo heard a familiar voice shouting did she rush to open the door.

“Hurry up! I have to take a piss.”

“It's Suga!” Jiyoo whispers to Jungkook, whose eyes grew wide at the familiar name. Rushing to finish up, Jiyoo grabbed the hairbrush since it was the last step that she and Jungkook hadn't had time to do.

When she opened the door, Jiyoo was shoved to the side by Suga who ignored her and Jungkook, heading straight to the toilet. He paid no mind to them, not even bothering to close the door. Fiddling with the button on his pants, Suga managed to pull the zipper down before turning to look at Jiyoo. Her eyes widened as Suga continued to stare at her.

“I didn't think you wanted to see me that bad Jiyoo.” Suga scoffs, though he still had a smug grin on his face.

Jiyoo’s jaw dropped and her hands went up immediately to cover her eyes. Jungkook was nice enough to lead her out since she had her eyes covered, closing the door on the way out as he fanned the air with his hand a bit.

“Aww little Jiyoo is growing into a young woman now.” Hoseok chided lightly. He sniffs the air and his grin grows wider. “And it smells like it's almost time for you to be of mating age, huh?”

Giving Hoseok a confused look, Jiyoo looks at him and then turns to face Jungkook who was rushing her down the stairs already. They passed by the others and Jiyoo felt a chill run down her spine. Taehyung was staring at her like usual and Seokjin looked calm like normal. Jimin on the other hand was also staring at her, his eyes hollow as if the time around him had been stopped. He stared at Jiyoo until Namjoon had slapped his back a couple times. Only then did he snap out of his trance to wince from the pain of another Alpha’s hits.

From the bathroom Jiyoo could hear Suga’s loud curses and got even more worried.

“! I can't piss now!” He roared.

Jiyoo could hear him slamming his hand against the marble counter and hoped he didn't break anything.

“What happened to Suga?” Jiyoo asks Jungkook, who’s trying his best not to laugh.

“Let's just say he got what was coming for him.” Jungkook snickers.

Making their way downstairs, Jiyoo and Jungkook sat on the couch. While Jungkook went to go grab the TV remote, Jiyoo had made her way up the back of the couch and sat right at the top. Jungkook had his back placed between her legs and she was in perfect position to play with his hair- Or rather fix it since he still had his bedhead. She’d been smart enough to grab the hairbrush before they'd gotten kicked out of the bathroom too, making it a perfect opportunity.

“You guys look like an old couple.” Hoseok grimaces, making a disgusted face as he plops down onto the couch.

His landing made the couch wobble a bit, throwing Jiyoo off balance as she almost fell backward. Instead of smacking her head against the floor though, she felt her back be cushioned by a warm body.

“Be careful Hoseok.” Seokjin scolds, taking his seat on the couch next to Jungkook.

“You guys need a bigger couch.” Namjoon sighs, plopping down on the floor next to Jungkook as Jimin made his way to sit next to him.

The person in back of Jiyoo was none other than Taehyung. She'd turned around and was met with his happy smile.

“I caught you this time!” He says happily, eyes turning into crescents.

“Thanks Taehyung.” Jiyoo gives him a curt bow of her head and laughs when Taehyung returns the gesture with a salute.

Turning back around, Jiyoo concentrating on brushing Jungkook’s hair, airing out the conversations occurring around her. She brushed Jungkook’s hair to the right and to the left, even giggling as she split it down the middle.

“Are you done yet?” Jungkook asks, shaking out his hair after he felt Jiyoo begin to try and make a braid on him.

“I guess.” She shrugs.

Jiyoo released the hold she had around Jungkook’s torso, her legs being free to sit on the floor next to Namjoon as he just smiled at her appearance. Before Jungkook could sit back down on the couch, he was shoved aside by Suga who took his place.

“Move your feet, lose your seat.” He gives Jungkook a teasing grin and the later glares at him, but still sits on the floor with Jiyoo.

Since it was Jiyoo’s turn to have her hair brushed, she sat close to the TV, her long hair cascading down her back ready for Jungkook to brush.

“Don't sit so close to the TV Jiyoo.” Jimin warns, “It's not good for your eyes.”

“But I gotta be this close so that Jungkook can brush the ends of my hair.” She whines, eyes still glued to the moving pictures in the box.

Judging by the way Jungkook was leaning forward to brush Jiyoo’s hair, they could tell that wasn't the case. Jimin sighed and let her do what she wanted.

They all continued to watch TV until the commercial break came. It appeared as though the TV had turned off, though the ominous music playing from the speakers said otherwise. Jiyoo turned around and looked at Jungkook.

“Don't forget to brush the very bottom part too, okay?” She says.

“How can I forget when you always remind me?” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

He begins to brush Jiyoo’s hair again, but when she doesn't turn back around, it gives him a hard time to do as she asked. “Turn around so I can brush the rest of your hair dummy.”

Jiyoo gives Jungkook a sheepish smile and instead looks up at Suga. “So what happened in the bathroom earlier?”

Seeing Jiyoo be so talkative with Suga threw everyone off guard, and only Jungkook knew why. Behind Jiyoo on the TV played a new trailer for a scary movie that she absolutely abhorred. She found out the hard way that it was a scary movie trailer, being scared out of her mind when the scary face had popped up out of nowhere and scared her. Jungkook had to go with her everywhere around the house for two weeks because of that trailer because she was scared to go alone.

Suga on the other hand wasn't the most talkative type.

“I got a hard on because of your pheromones.” He looks Jiyoo right in the eye as he talks. He doesn’t miss the way that she almost turns around, her cheeks red as she tries to hold a straight face.

“Yoongi, knock it off.” Seokjin scolds, to which Suga just grunted.

Jimin watched as Jiyoo’s eyes were on him now, though she hadn’t moved from the position she was in. Her motions were stiff, body turning like a machine as she’d faced Jimin.

“S-So why is it bad for you to watch TV so close to the screen?” She stutters. Jiyoo refused to turn around and face the horror of what was playing on TV.

She’d face Suga’s wrath any day compared to watching horror movies.

Her anxiety was easily visible on her face now, especially with the trailer being in its peak. Suga noticed her small shakes as she clenched her teeth together. He knew from that moment and grinned deviously. Picking up the remote that Jungkook left on the couch, he increased the volume and watched as Jiyoo grew more and more terrified.

Jiyoo’s hands were balled up into fists and her eyes were beginning to water. Before she could cry, Jungkook held his arms open and gave her a reassuring smile.

Jiyoo didn't miss the chance to jump into his arms.

Wrapping his arms around Jiyoo, who was too busy covering her ears to pay attention to anything else, Jungkook made sure she was as comfortable as could be in his lap. Patting her back softly, Jungkook patiently watched through the trailer until it was over before pulling her back a little.

Her eyes were frantic, but his smile made her anxiety melt away in an instant. Uncovering her ears, she rubs her face into Jungkook’s shirt a bit before turning back around to face the TV again. She still sat on Jungkook’s lap as he continued to brush her hair, the two making it as though Jiyoo’s mini melt down didn’t happen.

The longer they all watched TV, the more sleepy that Jiyoo and Jungkook had become. They were used to waking up on the weekend at 1 at the earliest, giving them more time to have fun during the night. Being awoken so early showed, especially on Jiyoo, who was practically using Jungkook as a chair to sleep in. After a while, her neck was becoming stiff from the position they were sitting in.

She’d eventually crawled her way to the flat part of the floor in front of the TV before laying down on the carpet. Jungkook had joined her too, the two putting their legs on top of one another before falling into a light sleep.

“Seokjin hyung, aren’t you going to do something?” Jimin says nervously, his eyes flittering from a patch of skin that was exposed under Jiyoo’s shirt to the floor.

“Just wait for it.” Is all Seokjin said.

It took about five minutes for something to happen. Jiyoo and Jungkook looked as though they were fast asleep now before a loud growl rippled through the room.

“Go eat something, lazy .” Jungkook mumbles. His actions didn’t match his words though and he pulled Jiyoo in closer as he kept his eyes shut.

“Sleep is more important.” Jiyoo shushes him, cuddling up to Jungkook’s chest as she continued to sleep despite her empty stomach.

That’s when Seokjin decided to snap.

“For the love of God, is anything more important than clinging to one another like a bunch of monkeys?” Seokjin huffs, visibly upset as he looked at Jiyoo and Jungkook.

“Sleep.” Jiyoo calls out, her eyes not opening as she responded.

“Jungkook, go get something to eat.” Namjoon ordered.

Jungkook lets out a loud yawn as his body began to move on its own again. He looks almost too willing to go get breakfast, mostly because he was hungry, but didn’t want to leave Jiyoo behind. Jiyoo on the other hand ignored Jungkook’s absence altogether. She curled up into a ball and pulled Jungkook’s shirt over her legs. The more she laid down on her side, the more her stomach started to growl. She still didn’t move though, choosing sleep over her bodily needs.

“You know... The more hungry you are, the more tired you'll feel.”

Jimin sits on the floor next to Jiyoo. His hand maneuvers swiftly to tug the bottom of her shirt down, covering some exposed skin that was for the world to see. The cold spot on her back disappeared and Jiyoo turned over to find Jimin sitting to her side, a soft smile on his face as he looks at her.

“You're not lying to me, are you?” Jiyoo asks, still not sitting up.

“Have I ever lied to you before?”

Thinking about his words, Jiyoo couldn't really think of any way that Jimin would hold a grudge against her. Sitting herself up, Jiyoo rubs the sleep out of her eyes. Her stomach growls again and her face flushes a little. She didn't realize her stomach was growling that loudly.

Together they walked over to the dining table where the rest of the guys were having a blast watching Jungkook eat. Jungkook on the other hand looked like he was going to be sick; He had a fork full of bean sprouts and was slowly shoving them into his mouth. Jiyoo suspected Namjoon had something to do with Jungkook’s extremely unusual eating behavior.

“Stop being mean to Jungkook.” She says, a frown on her face as she watched Jungkook chewed another mouthful of bean sprouts.

Grabbing Jungkook’s fork, Jiyoo shakes off the remaining vegetables and wipes the utensil in a nearby napkin. She pokes a piece of bacon and some eggs before holding it up to Jungkook’s face.

“Ahh~” Jungkook ate the food Jiyoo offered him with a content sigh.

“Stop being mean Seokjin hyung.” Jungkook grumbles, his mouth still being full after he regained control over himself. “You're lucky I was just tired.”

“That, and your Alpha pheromones are still underdeveloped.” Namjoon says, eating another bite of his own bean sprouts.

They all continued to eat, some making small talk while others wouldn't stop talking. And by others, that meant Jiyoo and Jungkook. They ate from their plates and each other's plates, stealing strawberries from one another playfully throughout their breakfast.

“Why can you eat fruits, but not vegetables?” Seokjin asks with a small frown.

“Fruits taste good.” Jungkook says, popping another one of Jiyoo’s strawberries in his mouth.

“Vegetables do too.”

Jungkook and Jiyoo look at Seokjin, their faces scrunched up. They clearly didn't agree with Seokjin, but the latter didn't push them to eat vegetables again. Unlike Namjoon, Seokjin was very keen on following the rules given to them by Jungkook’s dad. That meant no Alpha pheromones around Jiyoo in case she was affected too much.

Though, it didn't mean the others thought the same way.

Jiyoo finds herself eating hungrily one moment and then fighting the urge to feed Taehyung who'd sat next to her. It was as if she'd become full just from the small amount of bacon and strawberries she'd eaten. The only thing on her mind was putting a strawberry between Taehyung’s plump lips.

She’d used her fork to poke a fat strawberry on her plate before pushing it past Taehyung’s lips. His tongue darted out to those so said lips after she’d given him the strawberry, and she couldn’t help but stare as he chewed the snack happily.

“Thank you Jiyoo-yah.” Taehyung chimes cheerfully.

His happiness didn't last too long before strawberry had hit him in the eye. Taehyung yelped, putting his hands over his sore eye and looking around to see who the culprit was.

Taehyung looks to his left and finds Jungkook smirking at him. The latter used his fork as a catapult to fire a strawberry at Taehyung, hitting the bullseye when it poked him right in the eye.

“What the hell Jungkook?” Taehyung hisses at Jungkook.

Jungkook’s response to Taehyung was a simple shrug. “You wanted a strawberry so I gave you one.”

“I wanted one from Jiyoo though!” Taehyung whines, slamming his hands on the table childishly.

Seeing Taehyung starting to throw a fit, Jiyoo uses her fork to split the remaining strawberries from her plate between Jungkook and Taehyung. Walking to the kitchen to put plate in the sink, she turns around and sees Taehyung’s sad expression.

“It's okay, I'm full now.” She gives Taehyung a weak smile, but the stress on her face is obvious.

She looks a little sick.

While she's packing away the food, she was joined by Seokjin who had somehow finished his plate despite having the most food on it moments earlier.

“Let me help.” He offers, earning a small nod from Jiyoo.

“Thank you.” Jiyoo says, already feeling the stress start to slowly fall off her shoulders.

The two began to do dishes in silence, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. Seokjin and Jiyoo’s time together was very calming unlike the atmosphere in the dining room.

“Didn't we say we wouldn't use our pheromones on Jiyoo?” Namjoon says sternly, looking at Taehyung who just sunk in his seat.

“I didn't know she would get sick again though…” Taehyung mutters.

Namjoon sighs, placing his fork down on his napkin before looking up at Taehyung disappointedly. Jungkook on the other hand was downright glaring at him. “She's not used to pheromones because I always made sure she wasn't affected. Until now that is.”

Jungkook shovels the rest of the strawberries in his mouth before taking his plate and heading into the kitchen. He'd gone to help Jiyoo and Seokjin in the kitchen, leaving Taehyung to be chewed out by Namjoon.

“It's still not fair though.” Taehyung murmurs despite being scolded for his actions.

“That's just how life is. Get over it.” Suga scoffs.

“Maybe if you took a nicer approach to Jiyoo, she wouldn't react so badly towards you Taehyung.” Jimin says, trying to help the latter out despite how even he didn’t approve of Taehyung’s behavior.

Taehyung’s frown lessened, but still remained. After all, Jimin was one of the successful ones that had talked to Jiyoo anyways.

He watched as Seokjin proceeded to scold Jungkook and Jiyoo about their picky eating habits. Not only did he scold them, but he ruffled their hair as well. It looked more affectionate than Seokjin usually was, and Taehyung knew why after seeing their reactions.

Jungkook for one didn't have a sour expression on his face, but a happy grin instead. Even Jiyoo was happy, her eyes shut as she giggled the more Seokjin continued to baby them.

Taehyung was extremely jealous now. He wanted to make Jiyoo happy like that. And he was going to do it too, one way or another.

A/N: I updated a day early because I have a grad party today to go to (for saki!!) and tomorrow is a cleaning day because I'm moving houses aaaaaa /// so this is just in case I'm too tired to update tomorrow lol

Also, as mentioned in Extra(ordinary), I've been thinking of doing a kpop merch giveaway, but I had the question:

Is it ghetto if some of the things were used? i.e. socks, necklaces, etc. 

Let me know what you think in the comments below! And hope you like this (really rushed) chapter!!

EDITTED ON <6/20/18>