"𝐘𝐄𝐒! The new issue of Cosmopolitan~" You quickly rip off the plastic covering and hold the magazine to your chest, grinning so hard that your face begins to hurt.

 

Flipping over to the table of contents, you eagerly try to find the latest gossip in celebrity life.

 

"Hmm...now that's a damn shame," you shake your head in disappointment as you stare at the shirtless Calvin Klein photo of Shawn Mendes, "if only he got with Normani...would've been a good power-couple."

 

After a few more moments of staring at the picture, you finally break away and turn your attention to the next page.

 

Your eyes widen at the sight of the big bolded title across the brightly colored page.

 

💜WONDER HOW YOUR BAE TRULY FEELS ABOUT YOU? CHECK THEIR PHONE TO SEE YOUR CONTACT NAME💜

 

You let out a scoff of disbelief. "Now ain't that some bull right there! I don't need to know my contact name to see how he feels, I know my baby loves me."

 

"Babe! Can you come here right quick?"

 

A few moments pass before he finally stumbled into the living room as you stare at him with a smile. "What happened?"

 

"Oh nothing~" you flutter your eyelashes causing his eyes to narrow in suspicion, "I was just wondering if I could see your phone real quick."

 

The room goes quiet as he continues to observe you for a few moments. "And why would I do that?"

 

Your smile brightens even more at the question. Picking up the thin book, you walk over to him and reveal the page.

 

"I just want to know what you have for my contact name, that's all. I'll even show you mines if it'll make you feel better....so how 'bout it?"

 

NAMJOON

 

He studies the page for a few more minutes before shrugging. "Okay, if that's what you want then I'll do it."

 

"Aww! Thank you Joonie, I always knew you'd understand." Giving him a quick peck on the lips, you both pulled out your phones and bring out your contacts.

 

"Oh, wow," you look up from his screen with a smirk as a pink tint appears on his face, "BabyGirl💦💦? And you got the squirt emojis for special effects too?"

 

He tries to play off his embarrassment with an eye roll. "Okay and? You acting like it's bad I call you that."

 

"Nah, I just find it funny that we both had the same thing in mind."

 

Namjoon's eyes darken at your answer. Pulling you to his chest, he forces you to look up into his face.

 

"[Y/n], I swear...I better not be labeled BabyBoy on there. We both know which one of us only gets to be on top when they're given permission."

 

You immediately shrink from the weight of his stare. Your body would've been fallen to the floor if it weren't for his hand lightly wrapping around your neck with the other around your waist. "N-no that's not what I meant! See, look."

 

Lifting your phone to his line of view, he finally catches sight of the name causing his eyes to widen.

 

"Daddy🤰🏾? You call me that on your phone? Why would you do that! What if one of your friends sees?!" He pulls away from you and covers his fully blushing face.

 

You look at the soft giggly male with a glare of disbelief.

 

"What the Namjoon!"

 

Peeking from behind his fingers, he sees the look on your face from his meltdown and stops. "What?"

 

"How you gonna get me all hot and bothered and not do something?!"

 

He looks at his hands. "So...you want me to-"

 

"Yes! Give me the ! The good good! That MagicStick! Make me see the Lord without my wig cause that's how hard you ed me! Why do you think I call you Daddy?"

 

Almost as if it was a cycle, his face becomes a tomato once more. But only this time...he bolts out of the room like a squealing school girl.

 

The bathroom door could be heard shut with the lock sound following afterward.

 

"Really Kigga? Cause I said Daddy?!"

 

"That's only something you should say in bed though! I-it's too intimate to say so casually!"

 

Sometimes you have to remember how his mood could shift from dominating to a fluff ball in a millisecond, cause if you didn't you'd probably have whiplash by now.

 

Hanging your head in defeat, you suddenly realize it'll be a good while before his flustered state would end.

 

Tears filled your eyes knowing that you probably wouldn't be getting any for a good two or three days.

 

"Goddammit!"

 

~x~

 

HOSEOK

 

He holds his hand out allowing you to replace his phone with yours.

 

"My Hope🌟" You look up at the male through your eyelashes, lips formed into a soft smile, "should I be worried if ARMY found out that they're no longer your hope?"

 

He wraps his arms around you with a chuckle. "If they understand how much I love you, then I doubt they'd be upset."

 

Despite hearing it over a hundred times, your heart still skips a beat.

 

"Oh?"

 

Hoseok's eyes crinkle in happiness as he caresses your face with the uttermost gentleness of touches.

 

"Of course. I call you my hope because I one day hope that you will become Mrs. Jung. That's if...you want?"

 

Leaning up to give him a swift peck on the lips, you nuzzle into his chest with a sigh of content. "Nothing would make me happier."

 

The room goes quiet as the two of you continue to stay in one another's arms, too comfortable to leave.

 

"Hey [Y/n]?"

 

"Hmm."

 

"You never did tell me what my contact name is."

 

"Oh yeah," pulling away from the hug, you take out your phone and hand it to him.

 

A few moments pass before his face scrunches up in confusion. "Jay🍫?"

 

You shrug at his question.

 

"You never notice how whenever you come to America you change into this whole 'nother person?"

 

"Really? I do?"

 

"Uh-huh, it's almost like you turn into this whole -boy persona. I'm pretty sure you've convinced nearly all Black ARMY's that you're Afro-Latino. Hence the name Jay."

 

Hoseok avoids your gaze with an embarrassed smile. "I never knew. Do...do they really label me as light-skin? I thought they only did that for Namjoon."

 

"Oh they do, trust and believe it. But come on, you even got all of my Aunties believing you have some type of black in you when you came to the reunion with me last year."

 

"...was it because of me grinding on you after I ended up drinking too much of that juice your Uncle gave me?"

 

"Yeah," you bite your lip at the memory with a dreamy gaze before shooting him a disapproving frown, "and stop drinking stuff you don't know! Especially from my Uncle. He'll make sure you're out drunk before taking everything you have."

 

"Is that the reason why I woke up without my watch and shoes?"

 

You nod with a sigh. "Yup. And you better be lucky he passed out from drinking too much, or they would've been gone."

 

"But...but why would he do something like that?"

 

"He's a crackhead Hoseok. What'd you expect?"

 

He looks at you with a frown. "He doesn't do that to the kids...right?"

 

A scoff escapes you at the innocent question. "Hell yeah he does! I learned the hard way that nobody's safe. He'll especially target the kids' stuff for money if he got to."

 

"Damn, that's really ed up." Hoseok shakes his head with a sigh of disappointment.

 

"It be like that sometimes...now remember. If it's brown and smells too much like gasoline, pour that out. You gotta start fending for yourself if you wanna keep on coming over to these things with me."

 

"I'll take heed of your warning."

 

"You better, cause if you don't, you'll end up by the end of the night. Playing around with my family they'll get away with your social security."

 

"Maybe...maybe it's best if I just don't come at all."

 

~x~

 

TAEHYUNG

 

Pulling the phone out of your hands with a giddy smile, he bounces on his feet in excitement. "Me first! Me first!"

 

You roll your eyes at his childish behavior before nodding.

 

With wide eyes taking in the words on your screen, you watch as the smile never left his face.

 

"Ah! You call me Cutie Pie...you think I'm cute?" He shyly looks at you with a light flush in his cheeks.

 

"Aww! You're blushing~"

 

Taehyung sends you a playful glare, a pouty frown adorning his face as you teasingly poke his cheeks. "N-not fair! I could never tease you like this whenever you're embarrassed."

 

"Hey," You shrug at his words as he continues to pout, "can't blame me. I'm just born with the good genes of strong melanin that's all."

 

"Lucky."

 

"Uh-huh. Now...do you wanna show your contact name for me?"

 

He perks up at your words, sadness was long forgotten and replaced with happiness once more.

 

Quickly placing the device in your hands he giddily claps his hands as he awaits your reaction.

 

The room goes silent until the sudden sound of your laughter is heard. A cheesy grin sits on your face as you look at the screen.

 

Taehyung stops and stares at you with wide eyes, smile dropping from the nerves of the sudden change of behavior. "What? Is it bad?"

 

"N-no," You quickly shake your head at the expression on his face and look at him with a warm gaze, "But really though? Very Pretty Chocolate💜? That's the nickname you gave me after we first met...even one of those Netflix teen movies couldn't top this."

 

He relaxes at your words, a bright grin appearing as he wraps his arms around your waist.

 

"I say that because that's what your kisses taste like to me: sweet chocolate."

 

Heart-melting as the sincere words you lean against him with a sigh of content.

 

That was until his body started to shake from laughter, which caused you to look up and meet his dark lidded gaze.

 

"Taehyung? Is something the matter?"

 

"Oh it's nothing," Goosebumps begin to raise on your skin once you notice his eyes focusing on your mouth as he leans closer with each passing second, "I just realized something. That's all."

 

It wasn't until the moment your noses brushed against one another where you finally able to find your voice. "O-oh?"

 

"It's just that, I never did get a chance to taste you like I said I would. I just know you taste as delicious as your kisses...so can I?"

 

~x~

 

SEOKJIN

 

He looks at your pleading face for a moment before finally caving in. "Alright, but don't be getting mad when you see it."

 

Handing over his phone to you, the giddy smile on your face falls off.

 

"What?...WHAT THE IS THIS SEOKJIN?!" You glare at the contact picture with the name underneath it.

 

He looks at the way your eye twitches in anger, hands balled up in fists as you tried to keep yourself from beating his .

 

"What?"

 

"What? WhAT? YOU SON OF A YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."

 

Holding up a hand to your face he uses the other to clean his ear. "Ma'am I did warn you, so please calm that tone. We're in a range close enough for us to have a normal voiced conversation like two mature adults."

 

You take a deep-d e e p breath of air before giving him your fakest smile.

 

"Excuse me Jin? Why the hell is that picture of me covered in horse as I drunkenly cry my eyes out used for your contact photo?"

 

"You forgot to mention the part where a weave track was hanging off and that some of the horse ended up in your mouth."

 

"BI-yes...that too. Now tell me: why is that on there, along with the contact name being One Shot, now [with one surviving track]💜? And please tell me the other members didn't see this."

 

"Oh they saw alright. How do you think I came up with the name? It was...hmm..." Jin scratches his chin with a thoughtful look before snapping with a smile, "ah yes! It was Jungkook and Yoongi if I recall."

 

Your heart nearly stops at his answer. "Jungkook and Yoongi? You know how much they don't like me!"

 

"Come on [Y/n], it isn't that bad. Plus you know they would never do anything to hurt you. They love and adore you just as much as the others."

 

"They the ones who pushed me into the goddamn ! What you see is waaaay different from when you're not around." Hyperventilating as a million scenarios race in your head, you grab his face with wide eyes.

 

"Jin...did you or did you not give them that picture?"

 

He winces at your question. "Well..."

 

'That's it...my life is over'

 

Catching sight of your falling frame, Jin quickly pulls you out of the about-to-be mid-life crisis. "H-hey! It's not like they posted it on Twitter or anything. It's all good."

 

You look at him with hopeful eyes. "So they didn't do anything with the picture?"

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

"...they may or may not have made merchandise from it to sell on Amazon," he wrings his hands at the confession, eyes downcast to the floor, "...and it may or may not have sold out within a couple of hours."

 

The room goes silent.

 

"So...you let them do this without saying anything? Not once thinking how much it was gonna affect me?"

 

He remains silent at the question.

 

"Okay," you nod your head at his lack of words, "how much did they sell?"

 

"I-it wasn't that much. And whe-"

 

He stops at the sight of your hand.

 

"I said, how much did they ing sell. I didn't ask for no explanation."

 

His head lowers to the ground. "With all the things put together, I'd say about six hundred fifty thousand was sold."

 

'It's been a while since I last spoke with my cousins. No worries though, I can just get them up here and go out for a night joy ride with the pits. That'll be fun...'

 

"Hey Jin, where do Yoongi and Jungkook live again? Never mind, I can just ask Namjoon for it." You pull out your phone and begin to see who's free for the night.

 

"[Y/n]? [Y/n]!"

 

Halting your journey to the bedroom to conjure up a black outfit, you look at your boyfriend with a deadpanned look. "What?"

 

He looks at you with a sheepish grin. "I didn't get to see my contact name."

 

A smile appears on your face when you remember something. Quickly pushing a few buttons on the device, you hand the phone out to him.

 

"Here you go baby~"

 

Perking up at your actions, he reaches for the phone with grabby hands.

 

"Ooo! So what did you call me? It's World Wide Handsome isn't it? No?" He finally gets a hold of it and stares at the screen with a wide smile, "Pssh, of course it i-"

 

You watch as his face goes pale with shock, eyes widened to their widest capacity.

 

Poking his cheek with a pout, you tilt your head. "What is it honey? Or should I say Sweet Old Man[with the loose neck meat]❤❤?"

 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" The loudest, blood curdling scream filled the apartment.

 

He drops the phone, revealing a photoshopped picture of his face with grey hair and wrinkles.

 

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET MOTHAA. DON'T YOU EVER MESS WITH [Y/N] TO THE MOTHERING [L/N] OR YOUR WILL GET CUT. EITHER WITH REVENGE O

"𝐘𝐄𝐒! The new issue of Cosmopolitan~" You quickly rip off the plastic covering and hold the magazine to your chest, grinning so hard that your face begins to hurt.

 

Flipping over to the table of contents, you eagerly try to find the latest gossip in celebrity life.

 

"Hmm...now that's a damn shame," you shake your head in disappointment as you stare at the shirtless Calvin Klein photo of Shawn Mendes, "if only he got with Normani...would've been a good power-couple."

 

After a few more moments of staring at the picture, you finally break away and turn your attention to the next page.

 

Your eyes widen at the sight of the big bolded title across the brightly colored page.

 

💜WONDER HOW YOUR BAE TRULY FEELS ABOUT YOU? CHECK THEIR PHONE TO SEE YOUR CONTACT NAME💜

 

You let out a scoff of disbelief. "Now ain't that some bull right there! I don't need to know my contact name to see how he feels, I know my baby loves me."

 

"Babe! Can you come here right quick?"

 

A few moments pass before he finally stumbled into the living room as you stare at him with a smile. "What happened?"

 

"Oh nothing~" you flutter your eyelashes causing his eyes to narrow in suspicion, "I was just wondering if I could see your phone real quick."

 

The room goes quiet as he continues to observe you for a few moments. "And why would I do that?"

 

Your smile brightens even more at the question. Picking up the thin book, you walk over to him and reveal the page.

 

"I just want to know what you have for my contact name, that's all. I'll even show you mines if it'll make you feel better....so how 'bout it?"

 

NAMJOON

 

He studies the page for a few more minutes before shrugging. "Okay, if that's what you want then I'll do it."

 

"Aww! Thank you Joonie, I always knew you'd understand." Giving him a quick peck on the lips, you both pulled out your phones and bring out your contacts.

 

"Oh, wow," you look up from his screen with a smirk as a pink tint appears on his face, "BabyGirl💦💦? And you got the squirt emojis for special effects too?"

 

He tries to play off his embarrassment with an eye roll. "Okay and? You acting like it's bad I call you that."

 

"Nah, I just find it funny that we both had the same thing in mind."

 

Namjoon's eyes darken at your answer. Pulling you to his chest, he forces you to look up into his face.

 

"[Y/n], I swear...I better not be labeled BabyBoy on there. We both know which one of us only gets to be on top when they're given permission."

 

You immediately shrink from the weight of his stare. Your body would've been fallen to the floor if it weren't for his hand lightly wrapping around your neck with the other around your waist. "N-no that's not what I meant! See, look."

 

Lifting your phone to his line of view, he finally catches sight of the name causing his eyes to widen.

 

"Daddy🤰🏾? You call me that on your phone? Why would you do that! What if one of your friends sees?!" He pulls away from you and covers his fully blushing face.

 

You look at the soft giggly male with a glare of disbelief.

 

"What the Namjoon!"

 

Peeking from behind his fingers, he sees the look on your face from his meltdown and stops. "What?"

 

"How you gonna get me all hot and bothered and not do something?!"

 

He looks at his hands. "So...you want me to-"

 

"Yes! Give me the ! The good good! That MagicStick! Make me see the Lord without my wig cause that's how hard you ed me! Why do you think I call you Daddy?"

 

Almost as if it was a cycle, his face becomes a tomato once more. But only this time...he bolts out of the room like a squealing school girl.

 

The bathroom door could be heard shut with the lock sound following afterward.

 

"Really Kigga? Cause I said Daddy?!"

 

"That's only something you should say in bed though! I-it's too intimate to say so casually!"

 

Sometimes you have to remember how his mood could shift from dominating to a fluff ball in a millisecond, cause if you didn't you'd probably have whiplash by now.

 

Hanging your head in defeat, you suddenly realize it'll be a good while before his flustered state would end.

 

Tears filled your eyes knowing that you probably wouldn't be getting any for a good two or three days.

 

"Goddammit!"

 

~x~

 

HOSEOK

 

He holds his hand out allowing you to replace his phone with yours.

 

"My Hope🌟" You look up at the male through your eyelashes, lips formed into a soft smile, "should I be worried if ARMY found out that they're no longer your hope?"

 

He wraps his arms around you with a chuckle. "If they understand how much I love you, then I doubt they'd be upset."

 

Despite hearing it over a hundred times, your heart still skips a beat.

 

"Oh?"

 

Hoseok's eyes crinkle in happiness as he caresses your face with the uttermost gentleness of touches.

 

"Of course. I call you my hope because I one day hope that you will become Mrs. Jung. That's if...you want?"

 

Leaning up to give him a swift peck on the lips, you nuzzle into his chest with a sigh of content. "Nothing would make me happier."

 

The room goes quiet as the two of you continue to stay in one another's arms, too comfortable to leave.

 

"Hey [Y/n]?"

 

"Hmm."

 

"You never did tell me what my contact name is."

 

"Oh yeah," pulling away from the hug, you take out your phone and hand it to him.

 

A few moments pass before his face scrunches up in confusion. "Jay🍫?"

 

You shrug at his question.

 

"You never notice how whenever you come to America you change into this whole 'nother person?"

 

"Really? I do?"

 

"Uh-huh, it's almost like you turn into this whole -boy persona. I'm pretty sure you've convinced nearly all Black ARMY's that you're Afro-Latino. Hence the name Jay."

 

Hoseok avoids your gaze with an embarrassed smile. "I never knew. Do...do they really label me as light-skin? I thought they only did that for Namjoon."

 

"Oh they do, trust and believe it. But come on, you even got all of my Aunties believing you have some type of black in you when you came to the reunion with me last year."

 

"...was it because of me grinding on you after I ended up drinking too much of that juice your Uncle gave me?"

 

"Yeah," you bite your lip at the memory with a dreamy gaze before shooting him a disapproving frown, "and stop drinking stuff you don't know! Especially from my Uncle. He'll make sure you're out drunk before taking everything you have."

 

"Is that the reason why I woke up without my watch and shoes?"

 

You nod with a sigh. "Yup. And you better be lucky he passed out from drinking too much, or they would've been gone."

 

"But...but why would he do something like that?"

 

"He's a crackhead Hoseok. What'd you expect?"

 

He looks at you with a frown. "He doesn't do that to the kids...right?"

 

A scoff escapes you at the innocent question. "Hell yeah he does! I learned the hard way that nobody's safe. He'll especially target the kids' stuff for money if he got to."

 

"Damn, that's really ed up." Hoseok shakes his head with a sigh of disappointment.

 

"It be like that sometimes...now remember. If it's brown and smells too much like gasoline, pour that out. You gotta start fending for yourself if you wanna keep on coming over to these things with me."

 

"I'll take heed of your warning."

 

"You better, cause if you don't, you'll end up by the end of the night. Playing around with my family they'll get away with your social security."

 

"Maybe...maybe it's best if I just don't come at all."

 

~x~

 

TAEHYUNG

 

Pulling the phone out of your hands with a giddy smile, he bounces on his feet in excitement. "Me first! Me first!"

 

You roll your eyes at his childish behavior before nodding.

 

With wide eyes taking in the words on your screen, you watch as the smile never left his face.

 

"Ah! You call me Cutie Pie...you think I'm cute?" He shyly looks at you with a light flush in his cheeks.

 

"Aww! You're blushing~"

 

Taehyung sends you a playful glare, a pouty frown adorning his face as you teasingly poke his cheeks. "N-not fair! I could never tease you like this whenever you're embarrassed."

 

"Hey," You shrug at his words as he continues to pout, "can't blame me. I'm just born with the good genes of strong melanin that's all."

 

"Lucky."

 

"Uh-huh. Now...do you wanna show your contact name for me?"

 

He perks up at your words, sadness was long forgotten and replaced with happiness once more.

 

Quickly placing the device in your hands he giddily claps his hands as he awaits your reaction.

 

The room goes silent until the sudden sound of your laughter is heard. A cheesy grin sits on your face as you look at the screen.

 

Taehyung stops and stares at you with wide eyes, smile dropping from the nerves of the sudden change of behavior. "What? Is it bad?"

 

"N-no," You quickly shake your head at the expression on his face and look at him with a warm gaze, "But really though? Very Pretty Chocolate💜? That's the nickname you gave me after we first met...even one of those Netflix teen movies couldn't top this."

 

He relaxes at your words, a bright grin appearing as he wraps his arms around your waist.

 

"I say that because that's what your kisses taste like to me: sweet chocolate."

 

Heart-melting as the sincere words you lean against him with a sigh of content.

 

That was until his body started to shake from laughter, which caused you to look up and meet his dark lidded gaze.

 

"Taehyung? Is something the matter?"

 

"Oh it's nothing," Goosebumps begin to raise on your skin once you notice his eyes focusing on your mouth as he leans closer with each passing second, "I just realized something. That's all."

 

It wasn't until the moment your noses brushed against one another where you finally able to find your voice. "O-oh?"

 

"It's just that, I never did get a chance to taste you like I said I would. I just know you taste as delicious as your kisses...so can I?"

 

~x~

 

SEOKJIN

 

He looks at your pleading face for a moment before finally caving in. "Alright, but don't be getting mad when you see it."

 

Handing over his phone to you, the giddy smile on your face falls off.

 

"What?...WHAT THE IS THIS SEOKJIN?!" You glare at the contact picture with the name underneath it.

 

He looks at the way your eye twitches in anger, hands balled up in fists as you tried to keep yourself from beating his .

 

"What?"

 

"What? WhAT? YOU SON OF A YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN."

 

Holding up a hand to your face he uses the other to clean his ear. "Ma'am I did warn you, so please calm that tone. We're in a range close enough for us to have a normal voiced conversation like two mature adults."

 

You take a deep-d e e p breath of air before giving him your fakest smile.

 

"Excuse me Jin? Why the hell is that picture of me covered in horse as I drunkenly cry my eyes out used for your contact photo?"

 

"You forgot to mention the part where a weave track was hanging off and that some of the horse ended up in your mouth."

 

"BI-yes...that too. Now tell me: why is that on there, along with the contact name being One Shot, now [with one surviving track]💜? And please tell me the other members didn't see this."

 

"Oh they saw alright. How do you think I came up with the name? It was...hmm..." Jin scratches his chin with a thoughtful look before snapping with a smile, "ah yes! It was Jungkook and Yoongi if I recall."

 

Your heart nearly stops at his answer. "Jungkook and Yoongi? You know how much they don't like me!"

 

"Come on [Y/n], it isn't that bad. Plus you know they would never do anything to hurt you. They love and adore you just as much as the others."

 

"They the ones who pushed me into the goddamn ! What you see is waaaay different from when you're not around." Hyperventilating as a million scenarios race in your head, you grab his face with wide eyes.

 

"Jin...did you or did you not give them that picture?"

 

He winces at your question. "Well..."

 

'That's it...my life is over'

 

Catching sight of your falling frame, Jin quickly pulls you out of the about-to-be mid-life crisis. "H-hey! It's not like they posted it on Twitter or anything. It's all good."

 

You look at him with hopeful eyes. "So they didn't do anything with the picture?"

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

"...they may or may not have made merchandise from it to sell on Amazon," he wrings his hands at the confession, eyes downcast to the floor, "...and it may or may not have sold out within a couple of hours."

 

The room goes silent.

 

"So...you let them do this without saying anything? Not once thinking how much it was gonna affect me?"

 

He remains silent at the question.

 

"Okay," you nod your head at his lack of words, "how much did they sell?"

 

"I-it wasn't that much. And whe-"

 

He stops at the sight of your hand.

 

"I said, how much did they ing sell. I didn't ask for no explanation."

 

His head lowers to the ground. "With all the things put together, I'd say about six hundred fifty thousand was sold."

 

'It's been a while since I last spoke with my cousins. No worries though, I can just get them up here and go out for a night joy ride with the pits. That'll be fun...'

 

"Hey Jin, where do Yoongi and Jungkook live again? Never mind, I can just ask Namjoon for it." You pull out your phone and begin to see who's free for the night.

 

"[Y/n]? [Y/n]!"

 

Halting your journey to the bedroom to conjure up a black outfit, you look at your boyfriend with a deadpanned look. "What?"

 

He looks at you with a sheepish grin. "I didn't get to see my contact name."

 

A smile appears on your face when you remember something. Quickly pushing a few buttons on the device, you hand the phone out to him.

 

"Here you go baby~"

 

Perking up at your actions, he reaches for the phone with grabby hands.

 

"Ooo! So what did you call me? It's World Wide Handsome isn't it? No?" He finally gets a hold of it and stares at the screen with a wide smile, "Pssh, of course it i-"

 

You watch as his face goes pale with shock, eyes widened to their widest capacity.

 

Poking his cheek with a pout, you tilt your head. "What is it honey? Or should I say Sweet Old Man[with the loose neck meat]❤❤?"

 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH" The loudest, blood curdling scream filled the apartment.

 

He drops the phone, revealing a photoshopped picture of his face with grey hair and wrinkles.

 

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET MOTHAA. DON'T YOU EVER MESS WITH [Y/N] TO THE MOTHERING [L/N] OR YOUR WILL GET CUT. EITHER WITH REVENGE OR A KNIFE, YOUR CHOICE !"

 

JUNGKOOK

 

Jungkook's eyes widen at your words. "Wait...you talking about that article with the contact name ?"

 

You stare at him for a few moments before slowly nodding in agreement.

 

"Hell yes," bouncing on his feet in excitement, he runs out of the room with a big smile.

 

"Wai-where are you going?!"

 

"I'm finna go start some up!"

 

Shaking your head at his childish behavior, you sit down on the couch to finish reading the magazine.

 

Minutes passed before Jungkook finally appeared in the room once more, this time with a mischievous grin.

 

"What did you do now?"

 

He covers his mouth with a snicker. "I may or may not have started something between Jimin and his girl."

 

"Really dude?! You need to stop going into other people business. Sooner or later it's gonna come to bite ya in the ."

 

His eyes roll at your warning. "You know, she said the exact same thing. But we both know ain't nothing gonna happen to me."

 

"Uhh hmm, yeah. If you say so." You go back to reading the article only to stop when a phone was placed in front of you.

 

"...What are you doing?"

 

"You want to see your contact name on my phone right? Give me your phone and I'll give you mine."

 

With a shrug of your shoulders, you hand it to him. A moment passes before you look at the screen with furrowed eyebrows.

 

"Jungkook?"

 

"Yeah?"

 

"Who is the hell Sujin?"

 

He freezes at your question, a sheepish grin appearing on his face. "Sujin Sujin?"

 

"Who else do you think is named Sujin in your phone?"

 

"Okay...you remember that girl I bought with me to last year's Thanksgiving? Before we actually got together and were just friends?"

 

You look at him with narrowed eyes. "Yeah...I gave her my Cosmopolitan magazine since you were ghosting her throughout the entire dinner."

 

"Yeah, so-wait," He does a double-take at your words, "you were the one who introduced her to that?"

 

"Um...yeah I did."

 

"So it was your fault for causing that to happen!"

 

"Excuse me?"

 

"Don't be acting all innocent when you were the one who caused it! Do you know how long I had to deal with her coming after me because of some messy article talking about how to fix a relationship or when you need to establish a connection with bae? Months [Y/n]...I had to deal with it for months!"

 

Rolling your eyes at his accusation, you give back his phone. "What's this gotta do with me? She was your girlfriend, not mine."

 

"She gave me head one time! That was the farthest we went. Hell, we were never in a relationship to begin with! Ever since you got her hooked on that she's been trying to get us together. You need to call her and fix this mess right now."

 

"And? Is it my fault that you never manned up to tell her the truth? Am I the one who had taken her to family dinners and ? No! So don't be coming at me for your mistakes."

 

He stares at you with a chuckle of disbelief.

 

"What?"

 

"I just find it funny how you're all laid back now, but if you found me in bed with her you'll turn serious."

 

Your eye twitches in anger as he continues to laugh. "Oh trust and believe I don't even have to worry about that. Especially when you don't even know what the inside of a looks like."

 

He lets out a scoff with an eye roll. "Um...in case you didn't know, there's something called Hub. On God, you be acting dumb as sometimes."

 

"Me? You calling me dumb? You the one who still holding on to them old codes for that Danimal Sweepstakes Contest to hang out with Zach and Cody."

 

"Goddamn! You always tryna drag somebody dreams down! But don't worry, we gonna see when I post a picture of the three of us hanging out together. Just wait and see, cause it's gone happen."

 

" that was damn near eleven years ago. E L E V E N."

 

"Anyways," he ignores your words before pointing a finger at you, "just to be clear: I don't wanna see you all heartbroken if you see her getting all up on me. I have you know, my be immaculate."

 

"Just shut the up! We both know you ain't gonna nobody when your is still a ."

 

Jungkook clenches his jaw at your words.

 

"First off, that's real petty of you to throw that out in the open when you already know that I'm waiting until marriage. Second, the reason why I haven't lost it because I never lose."

 

"...Now that's one of the most responses I've ever heard! What kind of bull logic is that?!"

 

"You wouldn't understand cause you ain't the Golden Maknae [Y/n]. What kind of person would I be if I lost it? Definitely not the Golden Maknae because the Golden Maknae Never.Loses."

 

You let out a sigh of irritation with a shake of your head.

 

"Jungkook, just look at the contact name and give me back my damn phone. If you're really that upset about it, go and tell that girl how you feel instead of dragging her emotions along."

 

"But baby!"

 

"Don't baby me. You're a grown- man, it's time to act like it. You know if you brought this bull to the others they'll say the same thing. Now go talk to her and sort that out, cause I'd be damned if a tryna throw hands over some ."

 

Begrudgingly taking a quick look at your phone, he walks out with a pout.

 

"Justin Seagull is a cringy- name anyway! How you gonna do me like that when I'm calling you My Love😍?"

 

"Keep on complaining and Imma replace it with Lil' Yeehawing Motherer🤠. Didn't nobody asked you to do that."

 

You turn back to the magazine for a third time only to stop by the ringing of the doorbell.

 

'Now who could that be at this time?'

 

Hesitantly peeking through the peephole, your confusion grows once seeing that it was Jin's girlfriend dressed in all black.

 

You open the door with raised eyebrows as she sends you a big smile. "Girl, what are you doing?"

 

"I was just wondering if Jungkook's home."

 

"Uh...yeah?"

 

"That's good," her smile drops with a snap of her fingers, "he's here. Let's go."

 

You stare in shock as the door is pushed open revealing four big dudes and two nasty-looking Pitbulls. "Now hold up a damn minute!"

 

Grabbing you by the arm, she looks at you with a shake of her head.

 

"Don't step in Sis, I don't want you getting hurt."

 

"Hurt? The you mean hurt?! You better not be trying to pull some gang-type on my baby. Cause if you do y'all gone be the ones who hurt."

 

Her eyes narrow at your threat. "Look–"g

 

"[Y/n]!" Jungkook walks into the room with a relieved grin on his face, "I finally got that off my b–"

 

His words stop upon noticing the new figures. "Um, baby? You got some visitors or something?"

 

"Nah, we came here for you."

 

He pales once recognizing the female beside you as she tauntingly waves her brass knuckles at him.

 

"H-hey, how you been girl! Jin been treating you right?"

 

"Oh yeah, he has. But you see...I'm in need of a beat scene for a music video," She pulls out a camera and presses the record button, "and I thought, why not use Jungkook for it?"

 

"O-oh?"

 

"Yeah oh. But since we don't have any special effects, the whooping gonna have to be real in order for it to be authentic enough. You ready?"

 

You look at the group as two of the men pull out metal bats, one of them already having dried blood on it that seemed weeks old. "Jungkook, what the did you do?!"

 

"I-I didn't mean to baby!" He blubbers through his tears as two of the men grab him by the arms, "Yoongi made me do it! He told me that if I didn't, he'd tell Namjoon that I was the one who ted in a bag and left it in his studio."

 

"Okay first, you nasty as for doing that. And second, you believed that threat? That's your fault for following him! Now you gonna get your beat because of it."

 

Jungkook begins to cry even harder at your words, tears and snot decorating his red face as the dogs bark at him.

 

A shrill scream escapes him when one of them gets too close with drool falling from the corner of its mouth.

 

"Aight, we done here," you look at the smirking woman as she stops recording, "I got everything I need. I'll see you later, right Kook?"

 

He quickly nods his head in fear, small hiccups leaving his wobbling lips. "Y-yeah. See you later."

 

She turns to you with a nervous grin. "You know I wasn't gonna really do anything to him right?"

 

"Oh I know. Cause if you did you'd have to answer to my semi-automatic pistol under the table."

 

Laughing at your truthful words, she pulls you into a hug before nodding towards the door. "Aight guys! Next stop: Min Yoongi's house."

 

They all leave the apartment as you stare at Jungkook with a shake of your head. "See what I've been trying to tell you? Keep on doing dumb and you gonna get in big trouble."

 

"B-but...they didn't do nothing..."

 

You raise an eyebrow at his words. "So you want them to hurt you? 'Cause I can go bring them back an–"

 

"N-no!"

 

~x~

 

JIMIN

 

"Okay, let's do it then." Handing you his phone, you smile at the screen.

 

"Aww! You call me My Queen 👑 on your phone. What gave you that idea?"

 

Jimin rubs his neck as he looks at his feet with a sheepish grin. "When I first met your parents, I noticed how your dad would call your mom Wifey every chance he could. I wanted us to have something like that, so I decided to call you what I believe you are to me: my Queen."

 

Your heart swells at his words when you see how serious he was being with the warm gaze in his eyes.

 

"You tryna to get your or something?"

 

Jimin chokes at your teasing sentence with wide eyes. "N-no!"

 

"Hmm...cause if you keep on saying stuff like that I'm gonna do it."

 

"[Y/n]!" He whines, avoiding your suggestive smile and wriggling eyebrows with a huff, "not everything has to be ual. Can you just take my words and be done with it?"

 

"Okay okay! I'll stop if it's making you so antsy."

 

Hoping you stay true to your words, Jimin holds out his hand causing you to look at him in confusion.

 

"Um...what are you doing?"

 

It was his turn to look confused. "I want to see what my contact name looks like."

 

You shift on your feet, sweaty hands holding your phone in a tight grip.

 

'Damn...after seeing what he got as mine, I feel bad for what I call him.'

 

"You sure you wanna pass on getting your tonight? We can do it right now if you wanna."

 

A smile appears on his face as he tilts his head at your behavior. "Nah, I'm good. You can show me your phone tho."

 

"You sure sure? I really don't mi–"

 

"[Y/n]." You almost flinch at the demanding tone of his voice, "stop playing around and give me the phone."

 

Every possible move you could think of flew out the window when you saw how serious he was.

 

You already knew from past experiences that once Jimin set his mind on something, he's gonna get it...one way or another.

 

"O-okay. Here goes my phone...I'm giving it to you right now." Slowly passing the device to his open hand with a nervous smile, a silent cry of relief escape you at the sudden ringtone of his phone.

 

With a look of annoyance adorning his face, Jimin answers the call with reluctance. "Hello?"

 

The room goes quiet as he listens to whoever's on the other line.

 

He briefly looks at you with uncertainty before letting out a sigh. "She's right here beside me. I'll just put you on speaker so you can ask her."

 

Placing it between the two of you, he presses the speaker button.

 

"Did you put me on speaker yet?"

 

"Yes Jungkook you're on speaker."

 

"Okay good. Hey [Y/n], did you see the new issue of that Cosmo magazine yet?"

 

You share a look of confusion with Jimin. "Um...yeah? Did something happen?"

 

"Ha! So I was scrolling through Insta and saw how that 'how your bae thinks of you by their contacts' article is causing relationships to break up. Can you believe it?!"

 

"Ha ha...yeah," you shiver at the weight of Jimin's heated gaze piercing at your skin, "ain't that something."

 

"Am...am I interrupting something right now? Cause I can call later if–"

 

"Nah you good Kook. As a matter of fact, I was just about to look at what [Y/n] has placed on my contact name."

 

"Shi-really? What does it say?"

 

Holding your gaze, Jimin holds his hand out for the phone.

 

'Goddamit Jungkook! Why this gossiping motherer gotta drag me in deeper at the most unnecessary times?!'

 

Hesitantly handing him the device, you watch his face as he looks at the screen.

 

"Little Finger👅?" Jimin looks at you with a blank face as cackles filled the room, "so...you called me Little Finger because of my hands? Is that it?"

 

Wincing at the monotone way he spoke, you knew him long enough to hear the underlying hurt laced in his voice.

 

"Jimin, I swear I only said it because you remind me of that dude from Game of Thrones...that's it." But your pleading falls on deaf ears, especially when Jungkook begins to add more fuel to the fire from his jeering.

 

"Ah Jimin! You really gonna let her do you like that? Ya girl done really just said that your fingers ain't hitting it right! Haha!"

 

You send a menacing glare towards the phone when Jungkook's instigating tendencies began to surface.

 

"Shut the up Jungkook! You and Yoongi always gotta start just because. Keep on and Imma tell Jin's girl what you did to her with that photo."

 

He scoffs at your threat.

 

"Go ahead and do it. What she gonna do to me?"

 

"I ain't gone say nothing when a bunch of people appear in your house in the middle of the night to beat your . You'll see for yourself, just you wait."

 

The two of you continue to banter back and forth, not once realizing how quiet Jimin had become.

 

Jumping at the sudden sound of giggles, you look over to see him wiping away tears of laughter.

 

"The hell you laughing for?"

 

Despite the bright smile adorning his face, Jimin stares at you with dark eyes. "I'm laughing because you really think I don't know how to pleasure my woman. Especially when I'm the only one out the seven of us who can make their girl scream the loudest."

 

Both you and the line goes silent at the idol's words.

 

"Okay-um...wow. Say a few teasing words and you end up with a torn ego. Not only that, but I'm sensing an incredible amount of hostile energy coming from that side. So I'm just gonna leave...good luck [Y/n]!"

 

Hanging up the phone, you're left alone with no one else to come and save you.

 

You freeze once Jimin turns his attention towards you with a smile. "Now, where were we?"

 

He laughs at the lost look on your face.

 

"Oh you thought I was kidding when I said that? It really does seem like you've forgotten what happened yesterday. But not to worry, I don't mind showing you again tonight."

 

Walking out the room, he stopped when noticing your still figure and raise an eyebrow.

 

"What are you waiting for? You expect me to beg you or something?"

 

You break out of your daze with a quick shake of your head.

 

"Good, because I don't tolerate bratty attitudes. Now I expect you to be fully undressed and in bed the moment I step through that doorway. And if you can't do that...I promise you tonight won't end well for you."

 

~x~

 

YOONGI

 

"No."

 

Your smile drops at his one-worded answer. "No? Why not?"

 

He looks at you before smacking his lips with an eye roll. "Cause I ing said so. Goddamn [Y/n], I don't have to do everything you want just because."

 

"Aight...bet," you nod your head in understanding, "so when I ask if I can you off or give you some I better hear the same response."

 

Yoongi's eyes widen at your words and quickly grabs your arm before you could walk all the way out of the room.

 

"Now that's some unfair to do right there [Y/n]. You real petty for that."

 

"Yup, I am. So can I get the phone now?"

 

His eyes narrow at your relaxed form before shaking his head with a sarcastic laugh. "Ah, I see...you don't trust me do you? That's why you wanna look in my phone. Who planted that in your head? It was ya momma wasn't it? Woman been coming for me ever since I clapped back at her when she said I eat dog."

 

You scoff at his answer. "Really Yoongs? We both know the real reason why my momma doesn't like you is because you loudly stated that you don't eat dog, but her daughter's in Church. And during the time where everyone was quiet and listening to the Pastor's prayer no less! That's one of the most disrespectful and humiliating thing you could ever do. I can't even show my face around there no more because of it."

 

"I did you a favor! You never liked going there anyways. They always gossiping and spreading around."

 

"Look," you look at him and rub your forehead in irritation, "can just you give me the phone?

 

Yoongi shakes his head, lips pursed into a straight line as he holds eye contact with you. "[Y/n]...for a relationship to work it needs to have trust. Cause without it there'll be so much insecurity between us that it'll be almost impossible to fix. Are you really willing to risk the trust we have for just some article? Cause the moment I hand you this phone, that's when it'll be broken."

 

"..."

 

"Nigga if you don't give me that damn phone! I don't have trust issues and ain't nobody plant no damn seeds in my head. I just want to see my contact name."

 

You catch on to his shifting eyes as he takes small steps toward the door. "Now the real question is...do you have something to hide? So what you hiding Yoongi?"

 

He freezes at your words with a shaky smile. "Ha! What? Now why would I–"

 

Bolting out the room, he makes his way to the front of the house with you right at his heels.

 

Just as his hand touched the doorknob you tackle him to the floor. "Give me the ing phone Yoongi! Whatchu hiding from me?!"

 

After a few more minutes of struggling, he finally taps out once you had him in a chokehold.

 

"How the hell are you that strong?"

 

You shrug and get up from the floor as he tries to catch his breath. "It pays to grow up with a bunch of boy cousins. There's no such thing of play hitting with them."

 

Unlocking the phone, you quickly get on the contacts and let out a scoff.

 

"Really Yoongi? You gonna put Loose as Hell but Lovin It🙀👌🏾👅 as my contact name? What the hell dude!"

 

Yoongi finally gets up from the floor with a look of surprise. "You acting as though that ain't a good thing though! With that I'm able to fit in like the way I do."

 

"Motherer we both know the reason why you fit is because of your snack-sized body! You little baby teeth small having !"

 

"Wow...that really hurt babe. Right here, that's where." He places a hand over his heart as if wounded, so use to your insults that they don't affect him like before.

 

"Now I feel bad for using Woozi#2 as your contact name. I don't even care if he looks like you anymore, he doesn't deserve this ."

 

Yoongi freezes your words, a glare replacing the mocking smile he once had. "The you just say?"

 

"Now hold up," You stop your rant, realizing your mistake once you notice his sudden change in attitude, "before you get all pissy, calm that down. It ain't even that bad."

 

"You put another motherer's name in your phone that wasn't mine! I got the right to be as mad as I want to be."

 

"Why you acting brand new! You weren't complaining when I put Michael B Jordan as your name. What's the deal now?"

 

"Of course I'm not gonna get mad at that! That's Michael B Jordan we talking about [Y/n], even I know he better than me. Hell, if he came in here and smacked your and told you to call him Daddy, I'd be pissed that he didn't choose me. But Woozi? He ain't up there with Micheal, so I'm gonna have a problem with it."

 

"..."

 

"..."

 

"You know what? I'm done with this bull. Too old to be dealing with it!" Throwing your hands up in defeat, you walk out the room.

 

Yoongi looks at your retreating figure with furrowed brows. "The hell you going?! We need to figure this out right now!"

 

"Shut the up! Ain't nobody got time for your short . If you wanna play, go to the park that's down the street and find somebody that's your own size."

 

"[Y/n] I swear on yo momma's dry chicken if you don't come back here I'll–"

 

"Don't be bringing my momma into !"

 

"Goddammit!" Punching the wall in anger, Yoongi turns to follow after you and apologize.

 

He stops when the familiar sound of the doorbell echo's around the house causing a frown of confusion to appear on the rapper's face.

 

"[Y/n]? Did you order something?"

 

"I ain't ordered ! Leave me the alone and see who it is!"

 

'Now who the hell is coming around here at this time of night?'

 

Opening the door without a care in the world, Yoongi rolls his eyes in boredom. "Who the is it?"

 

"Hi Yoongi~"

 

His eyes snap toward the voice before paling in fear. "..."