"Kinda busy in here!" I heard Jaehyo answer from inside.

   "So help me GOD, Jaehyo, if you don't get out of there, Block B is only going to have six members!" I banged on the door again with my fist.

   "I have to put on my BB cream!" He said frantically. 

   "I don't giving a flying what you have to put on! Get the hell out, or there's going to be a wet spot on this carpet that YOU are going to clean up!" I whined slightly and squeezed my legs together.

   "Oooo, I'm telling your mom you said !" Jaehyo threatened in the kind of voice a five year old tattle-tale would have.

   "I don't give two s what you say to my mom! GET THE HELL OUT." Suddenly I heard a phone ringing from inside. My eyes grew wide when I realized what Jaehyo was doing. "NOOOOO! DON'T TELL MY MOMMY!!! I'M BEGGING YOU!" I banged on the door with both fists, desperately not wanted him to tell. I was almost eighteen, but if my mom knew I had the mouth of a sailor, I'd be mortified. In my mom's eyes, I was an angel.

   The connection hung up, thank god, and I heard Jaehyo chuckling inside. 

   Oh, I was pissed. I scratched at the door even more. "When I get done with you, your face isn't going to be so pretty anymore!" I froze when I suddenly remembered I had a bobby pin in my hair. I grinned and stuck the pin inside the lock hole and fiddled with it until I heard the knob click. I threw open the door, an evil glint in my eyes. "Oh, it's on."

   Jaehyo, with wide frightened eyes, held his hands up in surrender. "I'm getting out now!" He took his BB cream and ran out of there like a bat out of hell.

   I smirked and slammed the door shut. "A little lesson for you, Jaehyo. The bathroom is mine in the morning." Once I was done with my "business", I unlocked the door and began to freshen myself up. Right in the middle of brushing my teeth, the door flew open and in staggered a groggy looking P.O..

   He ignored me completely and threw up the toilet seat. I watched him curiously, and when his hands went to the front hole in his pajama pants, I really started to freak out.

   "P.O.! What the hell-?!" I said with a toothpaste-y mouth. 

   He glanced over at me, then back down at the toilet. "Just look away, I gotta go."

   I scoffed. "No!" I squealed, shoving him a little.

   "I wouldn't do that if I were you, or my hose is going to spray everywhere." 

   I gawked at him. He wouldn't. He better not! I screamed when he actually did whip his little friend out. I can't believe he's doing this! Disgusting! "P.O., stop it! Get out!" But it was too late.

   "Little too late for that!" He chuckled and just let it go.

   "Ugh!" I squealed and went back to brushing. Once I rinsed my mouth of the toothpaste, P.O. finally flushed. "About time..." I mumbled to myself.   

   He shoved me slightly away from the sink. "Did you get a good look? If not, I could give you a little sneak peek."

   I made a noise of disgust. "I'll pass."

   He laughed. "How about I help you wash your face?" He held up his unwashed hands up to my face.

   I shrieked and ducked out of the bathroom as quick as possible. "You're disgusting, Jihoon!" I exclaimed with a giggle.

Zico POV

   "Hey Jiho,"

   I turned and saw Kyung walk up to me. "What's up?"

   "Do you have a Sharpie or something like that? I need to start labeling my facial products because Jaehyo keeps on using mine."

   I thought for a second, then shook my head. "Nope, sorry. I think maybe Sam does. I saw her drawing a mustache on Minhyuk's face the other day. I'll go ask her." I left the room and went down the hall to Sam's room. The door was slightly open, so I just popped my head in. "Hey Sam, do you have a-" I paused in mid sentence.

   Sam turned around sharply, on instinct. "Zico!" She squeaked, hugging her chest and hunching over, trying to hide her exposed torso. "Why didn't you knock?!"

   I looked down at the floor. "Why didn't you close your door all the way?!"

   "What?!" Her voice raised. "I did! And these stupid doors don't have locks!"

   I jiggled the door knob. It was very loose. "Well it was open."

   She cussed to herself in English. "This place is . Why doesn't Cho get you a new and better place?!" She groaned in frustration. "Well, what did you come in here for?"

   I walked in and tried to close the door fully. With a good slam, it was closed completely.  "Do you have a permanent marker?"

   She hesitated. "Turn around and close your eyes. And if you look...I'll...kick your ."

   I did what she told me to immediately. My cheeks were on fire. I somehow managed to see our music promoter's daughter . And only in a matter of days. I felt Sam brush against my side.

   "Keep them closed." She said through her teeth. She grabbed my hand and placed the marker in it. "Do not speak of this ever again."

   I nodded in full agreement. "Got it. Thanks." I opened my eyes again and got the hell out of there.          I made it back to my room, Kyung sitting on the bed, doing something on his phone. "Here." I tossed the marker at him and it landed in his lap.

   "Oh, thanks." He stood up and took the cap off of the marker. When he looked at me, he made a face. "What's wrong with you? You look all flushed." 

   I rubbed my face, getting a feel of how hot it was. "Nothing..."

   "Hey," We both turned to the door and saw Sam popping her head into the room. This time fully clothed. "I think I gave you a dead one. Use this one." She tossed one at me and I caught it. She never made eye contact with me, and her voice was really low, barely above a whisper. Her cheeks were as red as mine, if not a little redder. She left quickly after that.

   Kyung looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What's up with her?"

  I handed him the marker and shrugged. "Don't know what you're talking about."

   Kyung just looked at me while a suspicious grin spread across his face. "What happened between you two?" 

   "Nothing!" I cringed when my voice went up some. 

   "Something happened, I know it! Tell me." He poked me in the chest. 

   "No!" I swatted his hand away.

   "Tell meeee." He poked again.

   I sighed and swatted his hand away again. "Ok, but you can't tell any of the others, got it?"

   Kyung nodded excitedly. Before I could say anything, Minhyuk and Jaehyo come walking in. "We can't know about what?" Minhyuk asked.

   "What are you two doing in here?" I asked.

   "Jaehyo needed help finding his Piglet." Minhyuk gestured to Jaehyo searching mine and Minhyuk's bed. "And we saw you guys in here so we wanted to know what was going on."

   "Jiho apparently did something embarrassing with Sam." Kyung said with a grin.

   "Ohhhh, what did you do?" Minhyuk's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Now Jaehyo was listening in instead of looking for his sleeping companion. 

   "Piglet is stuck between your bunk and the wall." I told Jaehyo. He reached into the gap and pulled the pig out.

   "Oh, daebak. Thanks. But now I want to know!" Jaehyo flung the plush over his shoulder onto his bed.

   I ran my fingers through my hair. I sighed again, giving in to them all. "Alright! Just don't tell Taeil, Yukwon, Jihoon, or Sam. If she found out I told you guys, she'd kill me."

   They all nodded, complete interest stamped on their faces.

   "Alright...I saw Sam's..." I brought my hands up to my chest, cupping things that weren't there. They immediately understood, and their eyes grew wide. 

   "Oh my god! Daebak!" Kyung exclaimed and jumped up and down. Jaehyo couldn't control his laughter, falling onto the bed. And Minhyuk just gawked at me.

   "You saw her ies!" Jaehyo said in between laughing fits. 

   "Shh! Shut up, she'll hear! Come on, guys, we need to go anyways. The van will be here any minute." I grabbed my backpack and walked out and the others followed.

   Sam was in the living room, sitting on the couch with a pillow beneath her, Taeil hyung sitting on the floor in front of her, letting her play absentmindedly with his hair. She looked up at us with a confused expression. "Where are you guys going?"

   "Gotta go to practice." Kyung said, helping Yukwon up from the papasan chair next to the couch.

   Sam wrapped her arms around Taeil hyung's neck protectively. "Does Taeil have to go?" She pouted her bottom lip out.

   "Of course he does. He's our main vocalist." Jihoon said out of nowhere as he joined us. 

   She glared at all of us, still not letting go of our vocalist. Taeil cleared his throat, trying to pry Sam's hands off of him. "I have to go now, Sam..."

   She huffed and finally let go. "Fine." She looked down at the floor, but then looked like she realized something. "Hey! You guys were supposed to clean this place up!"

   I shrugged. "Too late. We gotta go."

   She scoffed. "But this place is a mess!"

   "We'll do it tomorrow!" Kyung waved as we all headed out the door. 

   "You sons of-!" The door closed before any of us could hear the last word of her sentence, but we all kinda knew what it was.

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    We got home around ten at night. We were all exhausted, and I still felt bad for having blown off Sam. 

   We walked into the dorm and noticed that there was something wrong. "Hey guys, is it just me or is something different about this place...?" Yukwon asked as we all roamed the place.

   "Yeah," Jihoon said coming out of his room with a smile. "The place is finally clean!" All of the guys' faces were lit up with a smile. There was only one person who was OCD enough and had a lot of time on their hands to do this. And she was lying down asleep on the newly cleaned couch, cuddled next to her guitar.

   "I'll take her to bed." Jihoon was quick to say and handed Minhyuk the guitar. He gingerly carried her to her room while Minhyuk followed, gingerly carrying the expensive looking guitar as well.

   I couldn't help but wonder why Jihoon volunteered so quickly  to carry Sam to her room. I shook my head. Maybe I was thinking too deeply into it.