Namjoon rhythmically tapped his fingers on the steering wheel whilst he was parked right outside of a hotel, waiting to pick up his date for the night. Coincidentally, as he was reaching over to the passenger seat for his phone, he spotted Chorim walking on the other side of the road and also recognised the blonde guy beside her from the wedding. They seemed quite close by the way they interacted with each other and at one point it looked like the guy was even hugging her. Maybe...she doesn’t like Jin after all...no that can’t be right… Needless to say, Namjoon was as confused as he was suspicious but was interrupted by a knock on the window. It was his supermodel date for the night but instead of keeping his attention on her, his eyes followed the figure behind her who was walking into the hotel. What the , that’s Chi, isn’t it? What’s she doing at a 5-star hotel?

~
 

Chorim was heading back from eating dinner by herself at a neighbourhood restaurant she frequented. She was dressed comfortably but was still cautious enough to make sure she looked good enough to be in public from her clothes to her makeup. She was strolling along the pathway when someone came from behind and put their arms around her shoulders.
“If it isn’t my favourite person.” Yoongi brightly exclaimed. Chorim could smell the alcohol from his breath and turned her head away.
“Get off me, you loser.” Chorim growled back. He hugged her neck so tightly, she had to slap his forehead to force him off.
“Where were you just now?”
“Dinner.” She succinctly answered him. He eyed her from head to toe and noticed she wasn’t particularly dressed up.
“What, by yourself?” He said with a condescending grin.
“Yes by myself. Do you have a problem with that?” Yoongi shrugged with the usual smug expression, “No, not at all. Just wondering why you didn’t invite lover-boy with you.” He walked ahead of her by a couple of steps as she was slowing down. Lover-boy? Who the heck is that?

Yoongi seemed to be extra obnoxious and touchy with Chorim on their walk home, most likely because he was a little tipsy from drinking. He kept playing with her hair and poking her sides, purely to just get a reaction out of her.
“Stop following me!” She yelled out. Her tolerance level had always been very low for Yoongi.
“I think you’re forgetting that we live next to each other and I happen to be heading home right now.” He smirked and pushed her head downwards, messing up her hair, “Come on, princess. I’ll protect you.”
He was expecting her to snap back at him but Chorim suddenly grabbed onto his forearm to stop him from walking forward. He instantly looked at her and then turned to see what had caught her attention. Just up ahead of them, a guy hurriedly limped crossed the street whilst limping and grasping onto his shoulder, and then disappeared into an alleyway. Three shady looking people dressed with caps and face masks on were only a few seconds behind him and they too went into the alleyway. Chorim and Yoongi briefly looked at each other and Chorim was quick to run ahead with her justice pants on. When she turned back, she realised Yoongi was still standing in the same spot with his hands in his pockets and had to run back to get him with a look of disappointment.
“What the ? It’s not our problem.” He shouted as he tried to get her hand off of his arm.
“Oh, come on!” Chorim forcibly dragged him along with her towards the alleyway.

By the time they arrived, it was already quite the bloodbath of a scene. At the other end of the dead-end alleyway, the three assailants were ganging up on the victim. Two of them held him in place whilst the third repeatedly punched him in the face and stomach. A brutal front kick sent the victim crashing into the steel gates behind him, sliding to the ground.
“HEY!” Chorim’s shout caught the attention of the attackers who were kicking the curled up victim on the floor.
“Real ing brave, aren’t you?” Yoongi muttered whilst he ran beside her. As much as enjoyed fighting, he was not in the mood at all. The attackers looked at each other and then readied themselves. The guy Chorim charged towards thought she would be a breeze to deal with but he was gravely mistaken. Despite her size, she was strong and had a nasty kick in her. The victim, who had crawled over to the steel gates for safety, was amazed by the sight of Chorim pinning one of the guys down onto the ground with her knee in his back and putting him in a deadly chokehold. He would try to get up but she would only tighten her hold on his neck, leaving him powerless and flailing his arms in the air. Yoongi, who had beaten the other two up with little effort, casually walked over and pulled Chorim off of the guy before she actually killed him. The guy coughed and gasped for air on the ground and Yoongi pulled him up by the collar and kicked him away, letting him run off with his badly injured friends. Yoongi yawned and patted the dirt off of his pants whilst Chorim rushed over to the slouching victim. She helped him lean back against the steel gates and was shocked to see a face she recognised.
“John!” She cried out.
“You know this guy?” Yoongi casually squatted beside them, not particularly interested. Ignoring him, Chorim lightly patted John’s face and called out one more time, “John!”
“Quick question, are you sure this guy’s name is John? ” Yoongi said, not at all convinced.
“You are not helping!” Chorim snapped back at him. John’s eyes were barely open but he was grinning like a mad person trying to show off his bloodied teeth.
“Alright, we’ve got to take you to the hospital.” Chorim said as she helped him onto his feet.
“No…” John weakly waved his hand in the air, “not the hospital. I’m fine.” Contrary to his words, he broke into a coughing fit and had to wipe off the blood that came out. Fine my a**!
“Clearly not. Stop being so stupid and…”
“I’m not going to the ing hospital, okay?” He raised his voice and shot a glare back at her. He aggressively brushed off her hand on his arm and limped off on his own in his bloodied state.  Chorim was astounded by his attitude and audacity to be so stubborn despite the fact that she practically saved his life.
“Why I oughtta…” Chorim muttered angrily under her breath, clenching her fists together.
“You’re just gonna let him leave like that?” Yoongi asked her. Chorim wasn’t sure if he was suggesting they beat him up because he was a rude punk or expressing concern for his condition.
“I don’t have the energy or time to deal with a sh*tty little…” Just before Chorim could finish, John passed out right in front of them and crashed onto the ground. Chorim was at a loss for words and looked at Yoongi who was keenly waiting for her command.

Uuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

~

“The kid’s bloody bigger than me.” Yoongi grunted. With his last bit of strength, Yoongi carelessly threw John onto the couch.
“Careful!” Chorim scolded. Yoongi just shrugged it off and made himself right at home by raiding Taehyung’s fridge for food. Taehyung turned around from his desk andJ Jimin awkwardly looked up from his laptop in the corner, both convinced they were somehow invisible.
“Okay, I’m sorry to break the news to you but my house is actually not the emergency room…” Taehyung raised his voice, increasingly freaking out by the bloodied up stranger on his couch.
“I’m sorry! He insisted not going to a hospital. Don’t ask me why because I don’t have a damn clue.” Chorim exclaimed with Taehyung still eyeing her, highly unimpressed, “We couldn’t just leave him on the streets!” She added.
“You have a weird habit of bringing dead people home.” Jimin commented, recalling the time she dragged Hoseok in, “Do you even know this guy?” Her blank face gave the answer away.
“He’s a friend’s friend’s friend.” Chorim said with a stupid smile on her face, one that annoyed Taehyung immensely. The three of them gathered around the couch and looked at what they were dealing with.
“Alriiigghhhttyy, we’ve got a broke uni student, a semi-recluse and a game addict to look after an injured person, perfect.” Chorim let out a nervous laugh, pretending everything was going to be just fine. She had purposely left out Yoongi because he was already laying on the floor and mindlessly watching TV with a beer in his hand, not showing the slightest sign of concern.

The three went ahead and tried their best to treat John who, thankfully, was not in a life-threatening condition. Taehyung had used a pair of scissors to cut open John’s shirt, revealing all the bruises and cuts underneath. Chorim wiped the blood off and applied ointment whilst Taehyung was busy bandaging him up. Jimin was hopeless at the sight of blood but he tried to help by replenishing the water Chorim was using. When they were done with their impromptu operation, Chorim rested her head on Jimin’s shoulder and let out a sigh of relief. She couldn’t help but smile at John’s face, which looked so innocent and peaceful, having been slightly alleviated from the pain.
“What now?” Jimin openly asked.
“Where is he going to stay? Obviously not with me.” Chorim declared first. Her place was already starting to look like a dumpster again and was barely fit for one person, let alone two.
“Well, I’ve already got Jimin over at my place.” Taehyung said as he tied the final knot on the bandages. Taehyung, Chorim and Jimin glanced at each other and then simultaneously turned their heads to Yoongi who was still on the ground. His skin crawled, sensing their eyes calling him from afar, so he turned back and saw the unmoving creepy smiles on their faces.
“Hey wait…” He uttered, knowing full well their intentions.

~

Yoongi kicked the door open and seamlessly kicked off his shoes, stripped off his suit vest and ed his dress shirt, all in one motion.
“Hey kid, wake up.” Yoongi pulled the blanket off of John who then curled up even more. The others didn’t leave Yoongi much of a choice last night when they carried John over to his place despite his vehement protest. Their reasoning being that he was going to be at work anyway which he knew was true. Still, he was uncomfortable with having anything other than a woman sleeping in his bed even if he wasn’t there.
“I said wake up!” In a bad mood, he brutally kicked John off of the bed who came crashing onto the floor. Yoongi immediately laid down and pulled the blanket over himself, ready to go to sleep. He had had a long night shift and the morning was his time to sleep. John coughed and groaned in pain as he slowly got onto his knees and then up from the floor. He could feel his whole body ache and was surprised at all of the bandages on him. He was well aware of how he got the injuries but had little recollection of what happened after he passed out.
“Where am I?” John rubbed his eyes and looked to Yoongi who already had his eyes shut.
“Somewhere you shouldn’t be. Now get out, I’m ing tired.” Yoongi waved his hand in the air to shoo John away, “Just head over to Chorim’s or something. Her passcode is 0010.” John looked at him with disdain and limped over to the door.
“Close the door.” Yoongi yelled out loudly with his eyes still shut. After the absence of the sound of a door closing, he regretfully opened up one eye to see the door still wide open, letting in the blinding light from outside.
“Sonuvab*tch!”

~

Chorim forced her heavy eyelids open and let out a huge yawn without covering . The slight noise of something rattling woke her up and she was met with the glowing sunlight streaming down on her face through the cracks of her curtains. What time is it…?  She reached out for her glasses on the bedside table and popped them on. Her blurry vision sharpened as soon as she saw a tall figure lurking around in her kitchen.
She screamed and pulled the covers up, “WHAT IN THE !?”
John was leaning against her fridge on his side and bit into the apple he found, casually watching her. Chorim was more bothered by the fact that he was just wearing black tracksuit pants and had only bandages covering the top half of his body. His face was deceivingly cute and baby-ish compared to the rest of him.
“Morning.” John waved the apple in the air.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN!?”
“The guy next door told me to come over.” He said very calmly. Chorim couldn’t quite understand how he was so casually wandering around her house like a welcome guest. He leaned over to look at photos on the desk whilst chewing on the apple and even touched some of her items, “This is a nice place you have here.” He said with obvious sarcasm.
Yoongi.I.swear.to.god… Chorim tried to calm herself down before the stress gave her an early morning headache.
“John, that doesn’t quite explain why you are - ”
“Do you always drool so much when you’re sleeping?” He suddenly jeered. Embarrassed, Chorim immediately touched the side of to wipe off the dry saliva. She angrily bit her bottom lip as he started chuckling out of amusement whilst still freely roaming around. She suddenly grabbed the nearest hoodie off the ground and threw it at him. He was quick enough to catch it one-handedly but wasn’t quick enough to stop Chorim from charging at him and trying to push him out with her unexpected strength. Taking advantage of his height over Chorim, he pinned her against the wall with both of his arms by her side, leaving her no room to move, and leaned forward until their eyes were level.
“Okay, for the record, my name isn’t ‘John’. It’s Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”
 

A/N: Hello, hello, hello. Updated character profile...I wonder who it is, hahaha. OMG, OT7, yaaaay! I'm so so happy it has finally happened after 46 chapters...
Who's excited for Jungkook? We'll get to know him pretty damn well soon enough. Everything is falling into place... (≖ᴗ≖๑)
Well, thank you for reading as always! See you soon. ^^

This is the profile photo I wanted to use but the quality wasn't good enough! > <

 

Edit (4/8): Realised I bloody left Jungkook's name instead of 'John' in the middle of this chapter lmao