Jennie's POV "Okay, I give up. Can you please stay away from for like at least five seconds? You're seriously starting to suffocate me," I scowled at the Bangtan member who did nothing but followed me around the house. After we found out that Chaeyoung and Jimin sunbae were actually dating, the rest of the Bangtan boys seemed to think that it's okay to hang out our dorm like it's the most natural thing to do. But it shouldn't be because we're girls, idols and if a word comes out about guys, specifically idols too, camping in our dorm, there's a chance we can kiss goodbye to our career, after being in the industry for only a year. Now we don't really want that, right? However, seeing how Chaeyoung's cheeks are blushing, I love the poor girl too much to let her happiness be short-lived. I'm okay. I'll live. But not if this guy with that adorable boxy smile keeps on pestering me like it's the only thing that matters. I mean, why me? He'd taken my GUCCI canvass cap once, made me lose my with those "accidental" messages about some balls, pissed me off while I was eating a goddamn cake. What more does he want to do to finally make me lose like a canon? A long sigh escaped my lips as I watch him gawking at me. There's one thing I have decided though. That from now on, Kim Taehyung isn't a sunbae to me but an enemy, a nemesis I will surely make sure to avoid. However, he's proving it impossible to do since the moment they came inside our dorm, he'd been following me around like some pet or something, like I have something he practically needs. And it's annoying me. "No can do," he smirked as he try to help me get some stuffs in the kitchen. "You know what," I put down the stacks of glasses from my hands to the kitchen counter and faced him, his all too ready boxy-smile caught me off-guard a bit but that doesn't stop me from spilling all the dirt I have. "This isn't going to work. You can't follow me around. I don't like it. I don't like you," as much harse that sounded, I need to clear that up with him. Whether he was surprised or taken aback, I wasn't sure because he was still smiling like nothing ever happened. I'm starting to think that my words, or my voice itself doesn't carry much conviction. "You shouldn't dislike your friends," his soft smile almost melted the wall I had purposely built. "And you should smile more," he added which caught me off-guard a bit. "I am smiling. I always smile," I told him, apalled