The scary one was standing right in front of me. He told the rest of them to leave so that he could have a one-on-one talk with me. Should I be scared? Yes, yes I should.

                “You really gonna join our gang?” he looked like he was trying to measure me with that question. I had to try and keep strong. Oh, but damn those eyes for being so freaking piercing and scary.

                “Yes, I’ll join this…gang,” I managed to say without stuttering a bit.

                I saw a smile on his face. Why was he smiling? Did I do something to give something away? Did I not answer correctly?!

                I was starting to make peace with myself that today was really going to be my last day on Earth. They were going to kill me because I knew their secret. They gave me an option but they were going to pick for me. At least, this one was. It’s all over.

                “You sure you can handle being in a gang? I ain’t gonna cut you any slack just ‘cause you’re a girl. You mess up and you gonna have to pay the price. Better choose while you still have the choice of dying peacefully.”

                Dying peacefully? These guys were definitely out of their minds. Getting killed by a gang is in no way going to be a peaceful death. I have made up my mind, damn it. I’m joining this thing.

                “I-I’m sure.”

                Short answers were all I could come up with. I couldn’t risk talking and rambling on. It just might get me killed.

                “Good,” he smiled again. I couldn’t make out at all what he could have been thinking. The smile didn’t even seem like it had happiness in it. It was smug and I didn’t like it.

                “My name is Lee Changsun. Call me Joon.”

                “I’m, um, Lee Chaerin…nice to meet you…”

                Nice to meet you? Really? That was the best that I could come up with? It was not nice to meet this man at all.

                I looked up at his face and he was looking straight into my eyes. I quickly looked away. Those eyes could definitely kill a person. They were way too scary.

                “I’ll have someone take you home so you can pack your things. You’ll be moving in with us. It’s too dangerous to leave you to your own place.”

                “I’m sorry, what?” I regretted those words immediately after I said them. Not only had I questioned a gangster boss, but I had also said it with attitude. Crap.

                I dared to look at his face. I had said it with attitude, might as well see if it’d get me anywhere. I tried to keep the attitude and crossed my arms over my chest and leaned my weight onto my right leg.

                “I don’t want to move. It took me months trying to find a place to live and I won’t let it go down the drain,” I think I just signed my death wish. Remember what I said about talking and then rambling on? Yeah, this is a snippet of that.

                I looked at his face again but this time with more confidence. He hadn’t done anything and it was definitely fueling my fire. He just might let me keep my home.

                “Do I look like I give a damn if you wanna live on your own? Did I ask you to do it? No, I’m ordering you to go home, and grab your .”

                Confidence level: zero.

                I didn’t want to live with these people at all. Joon freaked the hell out of me and I didn’t even know what to think about the other four guys. Then there was Joon’s sister. She didn’t seem like she did much in the gang and mainly took care of them. You know, cooked and all that. Was I supposed to start looking after them too? Yeah right, they don’t know me yet.

                They gave me a small room which looked like it hadn’t been used in years. It was dusty and had been neglected. I hope they don’t pay much attention to me though. Maybe I can breeze through life even though I’m in this supposed gang.

                I woke up to a foggy day. The sun was behind the clouds and there was no noise. What had I gotten myself into? A gang…would I be able to get out of it? I closed my eyes and tried to forget and sleep again. At least I could sleep and run away from it all that way.

                I heard the door to my room open and I looked to see who it could possibly be. Joon’s sister walked in with a smile on her face.

                “I never got to introduce myself yesterday, did I?” she asked and looked around the room. I shook my head and she walked closer to me and held out her hand, “I’m Joon’s older sister but the rest of them call me noona as well. My name is Bom. Park Bom. Call me unnie.”

                I bowed my head a bit and muttered a hello.

                “My name is Lee Chaerin,” I said and shook her hand lightly. I was starting to get sick of my own name. I hadn’t introduced myself this many times since high school.

                “You need to come out to the living room. They all want to have a talk with you. Get dressed,” she said and walked out of room.

                I sighed and got up, getting dressed. Now what were they going to tell me?

                I walked to the living room and they were all sitting on the couch talking amongst themselves, which of course stopped once they saw that I was in the room. I was told to sit down on the couch in front of them by the one with the black spiked up hair, who I was informed was named Seungho. I hated not being able to act myself because of the fear of being killed by them. Keeping everything bottled in was starting to get really hard.

                “So now that you’ve joined this gang, how do you feel?” Seungho asked me.

                “No different…” I was stating the truth. I really felt no different from before and after joining this gang. Was I supposed to? I didn’t even want to join.

                “What can you do to help us out in the gang?” Was he serious?

                “I don’t know.”

                He sighed and looked at Joon who rolled his eyes and shrugged.

                “Listen, Chaerin, we’ve never had to force someone to join our gang so we really don’t know what to do with you. We could just kill you and put you out of your misery or you can just try to help us out.”

                I couldn’t handle it anymore. I had to speak out. Joon didn’t do anything bad when I did and these other guys were definitely nicer than he was.

                “Or how about this, you do yourself and me a favor and let me go. I won’t tell anyone what happened or what I heard and you’ll have me off of your hands and you won’t need to figure out what to do with me. It’s really that simple.”

                “Heh, she’s a feisty one,” the one named Mir said. I couldn’t help but smirk a little. It seems my true self was more acceptable than being quiet. This could definitely work.

                “She’s feisty and that’s why we can’t trust her to leave,” G.O stated and narrowed his eyes at me. He still wanted me dead. Definitely.

                “G.O’s right. She can’t leave,” Seungho said and looked at me.

                Crap. It almost worked…

                “Well, Thunder’s always rational about things…” Mir seemed as if he wanted to give advice but was stopping himself. I could almost guarantee that he was one of the youngest.

                “Thunder, what do you think? She stays or leaves?” Seungho asked him.

               My eyes quickly shot over to Thunder. I hoped that he could see me begging for him to let me go. I didn’t need this. I didn’t WANT this. I only wanted to be a normal girl. Why was that so much to ask? I continued looking at him. Let me leave. Please let me leave.

                “I think she should stay.”

                He was smiling at me. He was just like the rest of them: a mean jerk. Why would he want me to stay?

                “Let me give you guys a reason. I want her to stay because I think she’d be really helpful to us. She’ll also fit right in! And she’s another girl so Noona will be able to have someone to talk to…about girl things…” he smiled again and this time in triumph. Jerk.

                “Always so damn sentimental…” I heard Joon mutter.

                Why didn’t he think about the well-being of his sister? Heartless man he was. I had to try and convince them that I wasn’t going to be good for them. This could work if I do it right.

                “But hold on a minute. I’m not good company at all! Your Noona won’t be too happy with me around. I’m not easy to talk to and I don’t like to listen to people. You don’t want me here. You really don’t. If I –”

                “Will you shut up?” Joon snapped at me and I automatically shut my mouth, “You’re staying and that’s final. You want to argue? Okay, go ahead. We’ll just kill you. Got it?”

                I nodded and tried to swallow the spit that had filled in my mouth.

                “Hyung, don’t be so harsh!” Mir pouted at him.

                “She pisses me the hell off. You guys deal with her, I’m going out.”

                With that he got up and left the house, slamming the door on his way. Why did I piss him off? I wasn’t that annoying…

                “Don’t worry,” Mir sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder, “He’s always like that. He’s just an angry guy. You’ll get used to it.”

                He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but to smile back.

                “You are too cute,” I smiled and pinched his cheeks. Yeah, I know what I just did, okay? I couldn’t help it! He smiled and reminded me of a child! I had to!

                It was probably not the best thing to do because in a matter of seconds, he had a frown on his face and the other members seemed shocked and about the burst into laughter.

                “I’m not cute. How old are you, anyway?” he said it as if he were trying to defend himself.

                “Eighteen,” I replied and his eyes went wide.

                “What month?!” he stood up a pointed at me. Where was this going?

                “February.”

                The others burst into hysterical laughter and Mir fell to his knees.

                “No way…I’m still the maknae…”

                “By one month!” Seungho managed to say through his laughter.

                “Shut up, it’s not funny!” Mir pouted at them.

                What. An. Idiot.

                All of that was just to know if he was still the maknae or not? But I had to admit, he was adorably cute for taking it that seriously. The rest of them were still laughing and with the face he was giving them, I couldn’t help but laugh as well.

                They were actually normal guys and I was absolutely relieved. Sure, G.O still scared me and I’m sure he still wanted me dead, but I was starting to feel like I somehow belonged with them. Thunder was right; I did fit in with them.

                That evening, I went to where the boys were and realized that Joon wasn’t there. They were all sitting around and talking in hushed voices. Had he not come back? I didn’t mind at all if that was the case; he was a jerk and it would be nice if he just didn’t show up. I’d probably sleep better knowing that he wasn’t going to pop up and kill me for annoying him. But something about the way they were talking made me feel uneasy. Sure, I didn’t like him, but these were the rest of s, his brothers and they were too amiable for me to not care about their happiness.

                “Is…everything okay?” I tried to ask in a way to not startle them.

                “Joon hyung’s not back yet!” Mir whined and made a pout.

                “We’re scared that something must have happened to him…” Thunder was fidgeting with his phone in his hand.

                “Has he ever done this before?” I had to try and get them to think about where he could possibly be. He was an angry guy as Mir had told me earlier so he would have acted like this before. They were too worried to think rationally.

                “Has he ever not come home before? Well, yeah…normally when he’s on one of his rampages he doesn’t come home ‘cause he doesn’t like for anyone to see him that way. Maybe that’s it?” Seungho answered me and was starting to look calmer.

                “He did seem pissed off because of her…” Mir tried to whisper to the rest of them.  I could tell he didn’t want me to hear.

                “You don’t have to say that too low. She knows she’s annoying,” G.O glanced at me and then looked back at Mir.

                How rude.

                “Ah, so I guess that’s it. He’s just pissed off and needed to calm down. But, damn, how did he get so mad over a small subject like that?” Seungho said and sighed, “Well, I’m off to bed. He’ll be home soon and I need my sleep.”

                They all one by one left to go sleep. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for this. I mean, sure it’s not like I wanted to anger him, but I needed to know that he was back safely before I could sleep. Not that I cared about his safety, of course, it’s because I wanted to clear my conscience.

                I heard the front door open and, instinctively, stood up to see who it was. He stumbled into the house and closed the door. Was he drunk? I really didn’t want to deal with an angry drunk man. But, of course, the Good Samaritan that I am subconsciously, I have the urge to help people out. Even jerks like this guy. He deserved the headache that was coming his way.

                I walked up to him and he looked at me.

                “What’re you doing here?” he asked. I ignored him and put his arm around my neck. I knew that I couldn’t get back to bed till I knew he was in his room finally asleep. Don’t ask me why I had this odd urge but I did. And to this day I’m not sure if I regret it or not.

                “Just walk with me, okay?” I tried to keep him standing as we started going up the stairs to get to his room. I guess he wasn’t an angry drunk. He was pretty quiet and was just following me. This was a surprise.

                I finally got him to his room and started walking him to his bed. I knew whose room was whose because Bom unnie had given me a tour earlier that day. She thought that I should know, just in case I needed to find any of them. I had, obviously, never been inside any of them though. Joon’s was dark and simple. The curtains were closed and he only had a desk and his bed in his massive room. We got to his bed and I put him down. He sat on the bed and held his head; headache from drinking too much. I decided this was enough. He came home safely and was now in his room. The only thing he would do would be to sleep anyway so I decided to leave. I turned to walk away and he held my wrist.

                Crap.

                “Where’re you going?” he asked, “Stay with me.”

                No, no, no. I was not going to stay with a drunken man in his room, especially since this drunken man was Joon. Maybe I would be able to leave quietly and he’d let me. I tried to pull my hand away and his grip tightened.

                “Please, stay.”

                I sighed. Was he one of those emotional drunks? I really hoped he wasn’t.

                “I need to leave,” I whispered and hoped that he would just play along and let me go. I didn’t want to stay with him!

                With my luck, he, of course, didn’t let go and looked up at me. Correction, he glared at me. I sighed and sat down next to him. If I was gonna stay here, mind as well be comfortable, right?

                He was still holding my wrist and then he went to holding my hand. I looked at him and saw that he was examining my hand. Was it that amazing? Well, I guess to a drunk person it could be.

                “You’re hands look so delicate…not a thing wrong with them…” he continued to examine my hand.

                I have to say, I was getting kind of creeped out by him. A drunk Joon is not someone you wanna be with when you know him to be an angry person. I looked at him and saw that he was looking straight back at me. There was no anger in his eyes. I glanced away and looked back at him. Why was he staring at me? And, whoa, when did his face get so close–?

                Before I could even finish thinking, I felt his lips on mine.

                Oh. My. God.