Chaeyoung's POV "Chaeyoungie.... You're so pretty." I cringed at Taehyung's words, my right hand prying his other hand which for some reason, keeps on clinging into mine. Damn. And this guy had the decency to show me his boxy smile. "Chae-young-ie! Chae-young-ie!" A long sigh escaped my lips as I listen to Hobi and Jin oppa's cheering. The two had been overly active as they clutch each others shoulders while swaying with the music. What's even worse is that, Jungkook's continues giggling is messing up my system. He was ing giggling while looking at them. Kill me now please. I turned my attention to the other side when I heard a series of feeble sounds coming from it's direction and my eyes widened at the sight of Hyeri unnie. Will she get mad? And more importantly, was she actually here the whole time? "Unnie!" I called her name worriedly. The boy's room was a mess. After the concert, the whole crew checked in on a hotel. For weeks of staying in here, I realized that this is how things normally roll. They travel on a bus, do their concerts and rest in some hotel which was booked ahead of time especially if the boys are scheduled to have multiple concerts on a specific area. But what I wasn't ready, was a scenery of Kpop idols getting wasted inside a hotel room for an after concert party. "I'm sorry, Chaeyoung but can you make sure these boys don't go out in this room?" I grimaced at Hyeri unnie's words as she smiled at me apologetically. I guess this is a normal sight to her. I nodded in response. It's not like I have a choice anyways. My room is right across theirs and my conscience will eat me alive if the next day, I find an article about some wasted Bangtan. I'm not sure I would be able to sleep peacfully with that in thought. Once the door closed, I yelped in surprise when I saw Namjoon oppa standing at the top of the table, singing some song from a girl group idol or something. "Weepadam, wee padam padam padam!" he belted out incoherent words and my face grimaced at the sound of it. "Yah, Hobi oppa, pull him down. You guys might hurt yourself." I screamed in annoyance. Thank God Namjoon oppa went down on his own before smiling cheekily at me. "Chaeyoungiiiieee!" I was walking at the side of the room when a pair of mascular hands suddenly wrapped around my waist, a bunny looking individual greeted before me. I pouted. "Jungkook, let go. I need to clean out this mess." I told him as my hands itches to throw all of the bottles of beer and food wastes around the room. I didn't know this is how hard it is to stay with seven grown up boys. Apart from Yoongi and Jimin who were already knocked out on the corner, the rest of the boys were being playful while singing and jerking up a bottle of beer on their hands. Jungkook on the otherhand, looked so wasted but I was sure he just finised his second bottle. I guess his alcohol tolerance isn't that great. "Hmmmm..." he whispered, his head leaning on my shoulder as he continuedly hug me from the back. On a different occasion, I would be fangirling over his cute