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Chapter List (so far)

Chapter 1: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/156906124463/chapter-1

Chapter 2: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/156932570808/chapter-2

Chapter 3: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/156987859433/chapter-3

Chapter 4: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/157072079203/chapter-4

Chapter 5: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/157157808903/chapter-5

Chapter 6: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/157244955668/chapter-6

Chapter 7: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/158126057443/chapter-7

Chapter 8: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/158369444753/chapter-8

Chapter 9: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/158600297248/chapter-9

Chapter 10: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/158714831443/chapter-10

Chapter 11: https://the-unspoken-rules-ff.tumblr.com/post/162833401123/chapter-11-took-me-long-enough

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Chapter 11 (took me long enough)

Jungkook’s P.O.V

I stared at my “BEST MOM” cup once again. Well, it wasn’t technically mine. It was Mrs. Park’s. Jimin was obviously such a creative and inspired gift giver. The cup was filled with the strongest, most bitter coffee I’ve ever tasted. The dark liquid reflected my stare and once I made contact with my own eyes, I pushed it further away. I wanted to go back to Seoul so bad, I was trying to come up with an excuse to tell Jimin without actually telling him everything. How about: “Hey, my mom called, my father got cured. No need to visit him now.” I chuckled at my own ridiculousness.

“You know, people say if you laugh at your own memories, there’s probably something seriously wrong with you.” Jimin said, voice lower than usual, rubbing the traces of sleep out of his eyes. He poured himself some of the same horrible coffee and sipped it, waiting for me to somehow reply. I looked back at him, not saying anything. He sighed. “What is it?”

“I don’t want to go.” I said, low tone. “Can’t we just go back home?”

“You are aware that you sound like Nayeon right now, right? When have you ever whined about anything? And plus, you’re gonna regret not visiting him, no matter how much you think you’re better off without seeing his face.” I rolled my eyes and picked up the cup, heading straight to the sink. Without hesitation, I poured the content of the hideous cup in the sink.

“That’s… my… coffee.” He said, in between sounds of liquid hitting the hard sink.

“It’s disgusting.”

“It’s black coffee! When has black coffee ever tasted good?! And when have you ever drank coffee without cream in it? Stop being whiny and call your mom. Tell her we’re coming today.”

“We?”

“I told you I’m coming with you.” I left the kitchen and Jimin’s annoyed eyes and went back to my room. I laid down on the bed, face up and stared at my mother’s number. At some point, my vision lost focus and I sighed. I pressed her name and put the phone close to my ear.

“Jeongguki! It’s been a while since you called. Why are you calling, what’s wrong?” It was always a surprise to me that my mom still tried to fake her happy tone. I could tell she was tired, exhausted even. The fact that I haven’t seen her in so long didn’t make me lose any memory of her. She was the same pretty, too young to have a kid lady in the neighborhood while I was growing up and there truly wasn’t much difference now.

“No, no, don’t worry. I’m in Busan, mom. I came home to see you. I’m coming to the hospital today.” I could hear my mother’s gasp. “Yeobo, yeobo, Jeongguki is coming to see you today.” 

“Didn’t I ask you to tell that piece of shit to never show his face in front of me again?! He did this to me! He cursed me! He hates me, that useless son of yours. I should have killed him when I had the chance.” 

I hung up and stared at the name on the screen again. I felt the wave rise from my stomach up until it reached my hand and my head. I watched my phone as its screen smashed into the wall and the glass flew halfway across the room. I saw Jimin desperately looking around the room and asking me questions, but I couldn’t hear him.

“….your eyes are red. What the fuck is wrong with—“ he touched my shoulder slightly and his back smashed against the door, hitting his head. He groaned in pain as his eyes watered and he fell to the floor, hands on the back of his head, rubbing it slightly.

“We’re going to Seoul. Now. Go pack your shit.” I whispered and grabbed my backpack. “Move.”

“Fuck. You.” He got up and left the room. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Get out of my house. “

“Jimin! Jimin, I didn’t—“  He suddenly turned back and pushed me, grabbing my collar.

“How are you any fucking different from your shit of a father?! HOW?! You thought I don’t know? Who the fuck do you think I am, huh? You almost split my fucking head open! Who the fuck are you, honestly… “ His voice went from piercing my ears to barely audible. I hadn’t realized that I had made him unbelievably mad. No one could say that Jimin had anger issues, since it did take so much to make him actually mad. But when he was pissed, he showed it.

“He said he should’ve killed me when he had the chance.” His hand fell from my collar and he placed it on my shoulder. He put his other hand on my back and pulled me into a half hug. It seemed like he was almost still afraid I would push him back into the wall.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” Jimin kept his tone low. His breathing seemed uneven and I started to get worried that I might’ve caused him to get seriously hurt. I wanted to know if he was in pain, but I knew he would never answer me if I asked. He let me go and took a step back. His eyes traveled around the room before they landed back on my eyes. His stare seemed familiar. It was dark and distant, he was looking at me but he couldn’t really see me. “Pack your stuff. We’re going home. I’ll tell Bex to order you a new phone.” He turned back and placed a hand on his chest, giving it a few small punches, as if he wanted to tell his lungs to stop playing and let him breathe.  

I snapped out of my thoughts and rushed after him in his room. “Hyung…”. Jimin faced me and handed me his phone. 

“Call Bex, tell her to get you a new phone. You can’t function without one.” I watched him as he started stuffing clothes in his luggage. I moved my eyes to his phone screen and noticed he had a selca of him and Bex, both doing what could be interpreted as ugly faces, as his wallpaper. I smiled lightly and unlocked the phone using my fingerprint. I never asked him why he decided to also add my fingerprint, but I didn’t really care. I scrolled through his contacts list until I reached a very interesting choice of name. I chuckled, a little bit too loudly, because Jimin turned around and raised his eyebrow. 

“Jagi followed by: tongue emoji, water emoji, peach emoji, red heart emoji, purple heart emoji, two pink hearts emojis and… a cat emoji. Really? Your hormones must be raging through you.” I laughed a little and looked at him. Jimin’s face was finally more relaxed and a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Shut up.” He laughed slowly before returning to his luggage. I dialed the number and put the phone next to my ear while it rang.

“Yeah?”

“Bex?”

“I can be her, if you want me to be.” It took me a few seconds to recognize the voice, but it hit me pretty quickly.

“Rose? Gross… I mean, not you, just the thought that I would want you to be Bex… I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with Bex, you know, I actually liked her at some point.” I looked up and saw Jimin staring at me and shaking his head. He laughed and stuffed one more tshirt into his bag.

“Hello?” A familiar voice filled my ears and I let out my breath which I had unconsciously held in for longer then 20 seconds.

“Bex, thank god. Bexley, baby, so a little something went down and I might have smashed my phone into a billion pieces so I would really appreciate it if you could order a new one for me? I really need it as fast as possible and I figured you could work your magic and get me one very soon?”

“Mhm. Where’s Jimin? Is he okay?” Her voice sounded sleepy, like she had just woken up.

“Yes. See you later when we get home. Bye.” I hung up and handed the phone back to Jimin, who was scanning my every move. “What?”

“What was that?”

“I don’t even know, I just got nervous and I messed that whole conversation with Rose up. She just surprised me.”

“No, not that. The part where you called my girlfriend ‘baby’” He said, mocking my tone.

“I always say that. I call everyone baby. It’s not serious.”

“You’ve never called me baby.” I could tell that he was trying to prove me that it wasn’t just a joke. Because he was jealous and possessive as always.

“Well, that would be a little weird, considering you have a girlfriend and all, you know.” Jimin let out a frustrated sigh.

“Just go and pack your bags~~ I can’t deal with this day anymore. I wanna go home and fuck my girlfriend that I’ve been waiting to get some private me and her time with since forever ago. So hurry up.” I chuckled and went back to Nayeon’s room. Surprisingly, I found her sitting on the bed. Her face lit up when she saw me.

“What’s with all of the glass and phone components on my floor?”

“I had a freak out moment and smashed my phone.” I laid on my back next to her on the bed and she dropped her head on my arm. “I’m leaving. Today.” Nayeon turned to her side and locked one of her legs around my body, placing her head in the crook of my neck.

“Oppa…” I sighed, feeling her lips back on my neck.

“Nayeon, I really don’t have time for this. I have to pack my bags and leave, or else me and Jimin are  gonna miss the next train.” She lifted her head and I let her kiss me.

“Take me with you to Seoul.” She paused to notice my reaction before she continued. “I already talked to Jimin, he said it’s up to you. I’m on vacation and my parents are fine with it since I told them I’m going with Jimin. Please~” I sighed.

“What about your girlfriend?”

“We broke up. Oppa~”

“You know I hate it when you call me oppa, it’s not gonna change anything.” She smirked and placed her head closer to my ear.

“Daddy it is, then.” She whispered and smiled before she got up and sat on my lap instead.

“Fuck… You know you’re my weakness, right? Get up and pack your stuff.” She started squealing and clapping her hands together. I smiled. I really did have a soft spot for her.

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Rose’s POV

I was in the boys’ house once again, this time making myself breakfast and trying to delete all of last night’s ‘footage’ from my brain. So far, staring at the contents of the fridge didn’t help, and neither did the fact that I could still smell Yoongi’s cologne, which was imprinted on my skin.

I made sure Bex could see that I eventually went to bed next to her, so she wouldn’t suspect the fact that she couldn’t find me next to her this morning. Truthfully, I hadn’t planned on sleeping because I already knew it was going to be near impossible to do so. I changed back into my clothes once I arrived in the guest house, careful not to wake Bex up before I was fully changed into my sleepwear. After that, I casually made sure the bed squeaks as loud as possible when I lay down and I elbowed Bex’s arm slowly, not too hard to hurt her.  As expected, she opened her eyes slightly and looked at me. A smile crossed her face and I figured it was the kind of smile that said ‘I’m so glad you didn’t come to Korea to hoe around.’

I realized I had been staring at the inside of the fridge for so long that I started to hallucinate. I could feel the smell of cologne getting stronger and suddenly couldn’t wait for Bex to wake up so I could take a shower and rinse away all of the bad choices. I slammed the fridge door shut after grabbing a bottle of water. The poor H2O didn’t last long after two hands wrapped around my waist from behind and made my shoulders go up in fear and the bottle fell defeated, just like me, on the floor.

“You should bend over and lift that bottle up. I’m sure you don’t want the floor to get wet.” He emphasized the words bend over and wet and I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening. The smell of cologne hit my nostrils once again and I relaxed against the firm chest behind me. “You’re wearing the skirt that I sent you a few months ago.” His voice was deeper when he whispered and I felt a not so strange urge to turn around and kiss him, but I was trying something new, called self-control.

“It’s cute. Does it look good?” My voice came out weaker than I expected it to be.  He didn’t answer, instead, he closed the remaining space between my body and his, pressing himself against me. I could feel he was starting to get hard through the thin satin skirt. I took that as a firm yes that the skirt did look good on me, even though I had a feeling it wasn’t the skirt, it was just me in general. The same way that I also didn’t give a flying fuck what he was dressed in, as long as he was close to me.

“I’m going to be very clear about this. I’m not going to say this twice, so pay attention. I want you. Now, later, all the time. I want to hear you scream my name in every corner of this house. I want every single person in this house to know that you belong to me and only me. I want to turn back, lock the door, bend you over this table and fuck you here and now until you cum so many times that I have to carry you back to the guest house. And I can do just that, if you’re willing to be mine. You have 10 seconds to tell me what you want.” I felt the gulp in my stomach become bigger and my underwear become dangerously wetter by the second. He lifted one arm from around my waist and slid it up at the base of my neck. He squeezed a little, just enough to make my heart race. I could feel my face become hotter. “Five.” He pressed his lips against the side of my neck. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against his shoulder. I could feel his smile against my skin. He was really loving seeing me hopeless and so weak, knowing that I could never turn him down, no matter how hard I tried. Maybe it was because right in that moment, I really didn’t want to refuse him. “Four.” I sighed. I knew it was no point in taking this long to answer, since either way it was going to be the same one.

“Ugh, just fucking do it.” He chuckled like he was expecting my answer. He placed his hands on my hips and turned us both around, facing the table.

“Here’s how this is gonna work. I know sometimes you like to be in control, but there’s no chance of that today, so don’t try anything. You’re gonna do as I say. Look at me for a second.” I turned around to face him. His eyes were roaming around my body slowly, taking in every part of me. “I love you and I really think you’ll feel that. You seriously have to be quiet if you want people not to hear us. If not, fuck it, I don’t care, you can be as loud as you want. But if you let me do this, then you’re mine. I want to be with you and feel you freely. I want everyone to know, okay?” I smiled and leaned in. I kissed him slower than usual, slightly biting his lower lip before I pulled away.

“I was already yours.” I smiled and battled my eyelashes. His expression was still very severe, looking at me like I might run away any second.

“Turn around and bend over. Now.” I laughed at his impatience and turned around, but before managing to bend over the table, I felt his hands back on my waist. He guided me forward and pressed my head down, until my face touched the cold surface beneath me. The door, still wide open, was directly in my vision.

“Babe, the door. Close the door.” I heard him opening his belt and it made me wonder why he had chosen to wear one when he definitely had this whole thing planned out.

“Let them listen, babygirl, they’re gonna enjoy it more than you think. Live porn for breakfast sounds like the best to me. Cross your arms behind your back.” I did as told, without questioning him. One thing I learned was not to question him during sex. I felt the leather slide under and over my wrists and become tighter as Yoongi wrapped it around multiple times.

“Is that… your belt?” He tied the belt and chuckled.

“Fuck yeah, it’s my belt. When I said I’ll make you come so many times I’d have to carry you back to the guest house, I wasn’t kidding.” He grabbed the end of my skirt and flipped it up. “Pink?” He chuckled. My usual go-to underwear were black laced thongs. The pink was a huge exception that I hoped he wouldn’t pay attention to. “I hope you don’t like these. They’re gonna get so ruined.”

I couldn’t see him, but I was pretty sure he dropped to his knees. Tongue fucking was never really on our usual sex routine, therefore I did kind of feel awkward about it. His hands slid up my thighs slowly. He reached my panties and pulled them down to my ankles.

“Fuck, Rose, you’re so wet.” He grabbed the front of my thighs firmly and I could already feel his breath against my core.

“Yoongi, I don’t know if I—fuck!” Yoongi wrapped his mouth against my folds, kissing them instead of licking. I felt the need to cover my mouth, knowing the door was wide open, so I was involuntarily squirming with my hands tied behind my back and biting my lip, trying to muffle any sound that wanted to come out of my mouth. His tongue flattened against my clit. He ran it over a few times lightly before he applied more pressure. I moaned loudly, immediately biting my lip even harder.

His tongue entered me without any warning, as anything else seemed to happen this morning, and my whole body twitched in surprise. “Yoongi, fuck, stop, you’re gonna make me come.” My chest was moving up and down faster and I was desperate to grab something before I screamed. His mouth felt amazing and I kept moaning his name louder with every time his tongue entered me. I whined as I felt my lower muscles tense.

“Baby, I’m gonna come, shit. Don’t stop, please.” His tongue slipped out of my entrance right when I was about to let go and for a moment I thought he wasn’t going to let me finish. The few seconds when he paused, it felt like something was missing and the fact that I couldn’t touch him in any way made me feel weaker than I’ve ever felt. I heard him stand up and just when I was about to complain, he pushed two fingers inside of me and curled them. My legs started shaking and my muscles tensed as I let go with a very long and exasperated moan. I felt like I was going to fall any second, because my legs were now just two pieces of useless meat. I tried to lift myself off the table, but Yoongi’s hand immediately pressed me back down.

“I’m not done.” I heard him suddenly next to me, and he moved in front of me and closed the door, locking it. I raised an eyebrow looking at him, wondering why the hell he couldn’t do that from the beginning. “I didn’t think you could be that loud. Plus, I don’t want anyone walking in on us before I’m done with you. I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so fucking pretty. Didn’t think you would look so beautiful with you face down, ass up and hands tied.” He walked back to his initial spot.

“It’s really annoying that I can’t see you, you know?” He laughed and lightly slapped my ass.

“The point, baby, is that you can’t do anything without asking me first. So you could try…ah~” A loud moan escaped his throat when he pushed himself halfway though inside me. My hands turned into fists and once again I tried to keep somewhat quiet. My body convulsed at the feeling of him inside me. He started moving in and out, slowly, only going in halfway. “… you could try begging, maybe I’ll let you look at me while I come-fuck! Babygirl, you’re so tight and wet. Here’s what we’re gonna do. If you cum again, I’ll let you turn around and I’ll untie you. Are you gonna come for me again?” My breathing was erratic and my throat felt so weak that I couldn’t form words anymore. He started going deeper with each thrust, groaning lowly every time he entered me. I could tell he was planning on helping me cum one more time before he actually let go himself, so he was trying to control his moves and concentrate. He grabbed my hips and thrust harder.  “Answer.”

“Y-yeah~” I couldn’t even control my voice, so the embarrassment came flushing over me. I could picture him smiling cockily behind me, knowing that he has me wrapped around his little finger, or maybe I should say, his dick. I could feel every inch of him and it sounded like, unlike me, he was nowhere near finishing. I was a moaning, shaking mess and it was surprising that none of the boys came knocking on the door, trying to figure out what the fuck was happening. He slowed his pace for a few minutes before he started pushing in harder than before. My walls started clenching against him and he slowed his pace to enjoy the feeling thoroughly.

“There we go. Good girl.” A smile spread across my face after hearing his voice, but it was probably because my legs were shaking so much that it was physically impossible to stay like this any longer, so I was looking forward to actually sitting down. He grabbed the belt and helped me lift myself up. Once I was back on my feet, my knees gave up on me and I almost fell, but Yoongi picked me up and placed me down on the table. His hand touched the side of my face caringly, while he smoothed out my crazy hair with the other one. “You know that you’re absolutely glowing after you come. I should fuck you all the time.”

“Can you untie my hands, please?” He smiled and hugged me so he could successfully untie the belt, which he threw next to me on the table. His cologne was incredibly persistent, as it hit me again. I rubbed my wrists to make the slight pain go away and eventually wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing his face closer to mine. We stood in silence, not breaking eye contact, and for the first time I could really notice that he had milk coffee colored eyes. His pupils were visibly dilated and I wondered if it was me or the dim lighting in the kitchen that caused that to happen.

“Ready for round three?” I nodded and crossed my legs behind his waist, signaling him to come closer. “Are you okay? You’re shaking. We can stop if you want to.” I grabbed his throbbing member with one of my hands and gave it a few pumps, while I watched Yoongi slightly bite his lip and lean his head back. I guided him to my entrance and bucked my hips slowly towards him until the tip was fully inside. I leaned in and kissed him running my hand through his ebony hair.

“I’m fine. You know me well enough to realize that I don’t do anything I don’t want to.” He smiled and my heart started racing again. I could tell by his breathing and his expression that he was getting closer with every thrust, when suddenly we both heard a knock on the door and froze. He stopped, still inside me and quickly covered my mouth.

“I’m hungry, what the fuck is going on in the kitchen, why is the door locked…”

“We’re making breakfast for everyone Tae, come back later!”

“We?”  Yoongi started moving inside me harder, his hand still covering my mouth. He started convulsing a little and his head flew back. He came inside me and I felt the warmth take over me. I started laughing against his hand at the ridiculous situation we were in. He put his pants back in their place and tied his belt around his waist.

“Don’t move, I’ll take you to that chair over there, your legs are spasming like crazy. And throw away those pink panties, why are you even wearing those?”

“Well, excuse me, Mister I’ll-fuck-you-in-the-kitchen-at 8 am. How was I supposed to know you’ll see them? What are we going to tell the boys? We didn’t exactly make breakfast.” He lifted me off the table and carried me to the other side, on a chair near the door. He unlocked it, opened it and sat down on the chair next to me. As expected, Tae and Hoseok came running into the kitchen, Hoseok making some lame joke about bees. Tae looked around the kitchen and then at Yoongi, confused.

“You said you were making breakfast. Where is it?”

“It didn’t work out. Oh and I wouldn’t sit down to eat over there. We tried making some pancakes and we spilled the dough everywhere. It’s still sticky. You should call the maid.” I tried to hold in my laughter as I watched Yoongi’s serious face while talking about the pancakes.

“Well then, I guess we could go out. Do you guys want to come?”

“Nah, I already ate.”

“What? There’s nothing in our fridge. We ran out of food yesterday. All we have is pancake mix and orange juice.”

“Cake.” I punched Yoongi’s leg and he let out a subtle laugh. The boys both turned around to check the fridge in hopes of finding the ‘cake’ while Yoongi pulled me into his lap and intentionally started sucking on my neck.

“Hyung, there’s no cake he—Oh… I see.” Tae’s face suddenly lit up and his eyes widened. “That’s why there was noise coming from here earlier… OH, COME ON! I’m calling the maid.” Hoseok couldn’t stop laughing at how disgusted Taehyung’s face looked. He dragged Tae out of the kitchen and I turned to face Yoongi and raised my eyebrows.

“Cake?”

“Did I lie?” He smiled and hugged me tighter.

Bex’s POV

I was on my way to pick up Jimin and Jungkook from the train station. I decided to walk since it wasn’t going to take me more than 20 minutes to get there. I stopped by the convenience store to by both of them their favorite to go snacks. Something good that came out of the time of them being away from me was that I had time to talk to the rest of the boys about all of them and learn more about their preferences in all fields. Jimin liked chocolate milk, while Jungkook enjoyed strawberry and banana milk more. They were very different in a lot of aspects, which I came to the conclusion that it was better for their friendship.

I waited on the platform, looking for the train. My phone buzzed.

Jimin: Heads up, my sister is with us. She’s staying here for I don’t know how long. She’s a brat and a bitch so please don’t attack her if she says anything rude. Also, she’s very possessive. I’m praying that you guys will get along.  

Bex: You couldn’t have told me earlier????? I got you guys welcome home gifts. I don’t have anything for her. I’m FrEaKiNg OuT

The train was finally into sight and it stopped in front of me with a deafening screeching sound. I saw Jimin get out first and as soon as he spotted me, he rushed over and slammed himself against me, holding my head against his chest.

“Babyyyyy~~~” I wrapped my hands around his back and squeezed him and I noticed his body twitched a little against my touch. “What’s wrong?”

“I accidentally got a bruise, it’s fine. It’s nothing, seriously, don’t worry about it.” Jungkook and Jimin’s sister popped up next to us and I finally had the chance to look at her. She looked like Jimin a lot. Their lips and noses were extremely similar, but her eyes were darker and her hair was still naturally black. I smiled and extended my arm with the bad of snacks towards her.

“Jimin told me you were coming, so I got you a few things. I didn’t really know what you like, so I kind of bought everything.” She  took the bag from me and slightly bowed. I remembered I also had Jungkook’s new phone with me, so I reached for the box in my handbag and handed it to him. “Here you go, baby.”

His slip up of calling me baby didn’t really bother me, since I knew he usually called females around him that. I decided to somehow make a joke out of it. Jungkook smiled and winked, taking the box and dropping it in his backpack. Jimin’s arm found its way around me and he started squeezing my shoulder. I noticed his sister wasn’t too happy either, shooting me very aggravated looks. We all started walking towards the cabs in the front. Jimin hugged me from behind and placed his head on my shoulder, slightly biting my neck.

“You’re going to pay for that later. Keep calling him baby. I’m daddy from now on.”

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Chapter 10

Jungkook's P.O.V

I woke up to someone pushing my hair back and stroking my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Nayeon look down at me. She was sitting next to me with her head back against the headboard of the bed, watching me sleep. She smiled when she saw me looking at her and moved on top of me. She traced the veins on my arms before she leaned in and started kissing me. I let her tongue dance along with mine until we were both out of breath. She moved down to my neck and her tongue traced the side of it slowly. 

"Nay, stop, I'm not in the mood." She stopped kissing my neck and looked at me, smirking.

"Oh really? Then what is-" She got up on her knees so she could slide one of her hands inside of my sweatpants, past my boxers to grab my dick. "You're not hard." Her face was a mixture of surprise and shock and it was honestly hilarious. I raised both of my eyebrows. Nayeon had a habit of being very insistent, especially when it came to sex. If she wanted it, she wasn't going to wait or be patient, or even stop when I told her to. "It's fine, we can fix that." She smiled and moved her hand inside of my boxers and started stroking it slowly. I closed my eyes and bit strongly on my bottom lip to keep from groaning. I wasn't going to give her the feeling that she had managed to sneak her way into making me do something that I didn't want to. 

She started kissing me again and I let out the groan that I was holding, feeling a little better knowing that it was going to get blocked by her mouth and at least I wouldn't hear myself and make myself feel guilty for giving in. "There. You're fully hard." Nayeon smiled and took her hand away, making me groan again, this time in frustration with her stubbornness and the fact that she did exactly the opposite of what I told her to. She took off her shirt, revealing her black laced bra. I let out a short laugh because I couldn't believe she remembered to put on the one that I always mentioned I liked. Right now, it was kind of hard deciding if she did that for me or because she was desperate. 

"I was serious though, Nayeon, I'm not fucking you. I'm not in the mood." 

"What do you mean, you're not in the mood?!"

"Just because I'm hard doesn't mean I want to be. You did this and you're gonna undo it." I yanked her closer to me and slapped her ass a little too hard, because she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Knowing her and knowing myself too, I wouldn't say she liked it. I would say she loved it. "Be a good girl and let it out, I wanna hear you." I slapped it harder than last time and she let out a deep moan.

"Fuck, I've missed you. Just let me ride you." She said.

"No. Now finish what you started." 

"Mouth or hand?" She breathed out. Her breathing was already uneven, though I hadn't done anything. That said a lot about how desperate she was to get anything from me. 

"Hand." I lifted myself just enough to take off my sweatpants and boxers for better access. Nayeon grabbed the base of my dick and stroked it a few times before lowering her head and placing her tongue on the tip, swirling it around before taking it in her mouth. I should've known. When has she ever done what I said? I wasn't gonna lie, it felt fucking amazing after so long. I had a pact with myself not to sleep with anyone back in Seoul. I didn't really know what the point of that was, or how it was helping me, but it felt ten times better once I finally did after so much time. 

"Fuck..." I breathed out and reached for her hair. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and led her movements, going slower in the beginning and faster until I let out another deep groan. I was really hoping her parents were sleeping. I'm pretty sure they still lived under the impression that their daughter was a saint, which couldn't be further away from the truth. 

She stopped and replaced her mouth with her hand. I was close and I was starting to feel guilty more and more. "Go a little faster..." She did as I said and my breathing was more erratic than ever. She took the hint and placed her mouth around my cock just as I came. She sucked it all off, swallowed and smiled. 

"Happy?" She asked, wiping the corners of her mouth. "I'll be right back." She said before going up to leave the room. I got up as well to get dressed. I put on my boxers and sweatpants and crashed back into the bed. Nayeon's phone started vibrating and I glanced at the screen.

남자친구  

(Boyfriend)

I read it multiple times to make sure I was reading right, and I was. The word boyfriend glanced across the screen. I picked it up and pressed the green button without saying anything.

"Hey, babe. What are you doing?" The voice hit my ears with full force. I dropped the phone and pressed the red button while Nayeon was coming back into the room. I watched her as she sat next to me on the bed.

"So your boyfriend just called." He face changed instantly and she looked at me with concern in her eyes. She was scared I was gonna run away.

"I can explain."

"Explain why your 'boyfriend' is a girl? Please do." 

"I'm gay. Well, bisexual, I think. I'm in a relationship with a girl. No one knows, which is why she's 'Boyfriend' in my phone. Please don't tell anyone. I wanna come out when I'm ready." I sighed deeply.

"Do you love her?" 

"Yeah." 

"Then please stop doing this to her. Please. I don't care if you want me, just don't. It's not worth it. Trust me." She looked at me and nodded after a few seconds. She got up and left the room without another word. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jimin's P.O.V

In attempts to stop hearing my sister's moans and Jungkook's groans though the thin walls, I dialed Bex with facetime. I knew it sounded cheesy, but I really missed her, even though it's been such a short time since we got together. Her face appeared on my screen and I couldn't help but smile. She smiled right away when she saw me.

"Your eye smile could cure cancer." 

"You sound like one of the fangirls."

"I miss you." She said, looking down.

"I miss you too. You know, I've been thinking and I think you should let me sleep over in the guest house when I come back."

"Oh really? Why?" She laughed.

"Because I wanna fall asleep holding you, and I wanna wake up seeing your face." 

"That's so cute, but so not what I thought you were gonna say." 

"I'm not gonna say anything about anything else because you're gonna have to wait and see with your own eyes. No sneak peaks." 

"Mmm. I like the sound of that." 

"Stooop."

"What? What did I do?" 

"The moaning, I can't take it. I'm serious, I really can't think about that right now."

"Alright,sorry,  how was your day?"

"Tiring. I'm tired. I took a nap earlier, but I still feel like shit. How was yours?"

"Nothing unusual. I've been working on some stuff, wandering around. Stuff like that."

"Did you perhaps notice something in your room?" She looked at me confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I left you something while you were out. Check your desk." She got up and shifted her phone. I noticed she was wearing a silk night gown. I switched my focus from my phone to the other room to see if things were quieter now, and I couldn't hear anything. She picked up the red card and walked back to her bed, jumping on her belly. She opened the card with one face and scanned it with her eyes, looking back at me. 

"It's in hangul."

"Yeah. I wanna read it to you when I get back. I wanna read it to you in korean. You can try and translate it if you want to. It's just a little something that I've been meaning to say to you, but I don't know how and I can't just straight up tell you."

"Aww, you're blushing."

"Shut up." We stared  at each other for a couple of minutes before she decided to speak again.

"I wanted to ask you... did you ever mm... love someone?" 

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"She um... she died. Car accident. I was eighteen so I didn't really know what I was doing. But I did l-... trust her. I trusted her. I gave up on the other word a while ago. I don't like saying it. Trust is permanent once you get it. I like it." 

"I... don't know what to say." 

"Don't say anything. Just look at me. I like it when you look at me. It makes me feel good about myself." She smiled and looked at me for what seemed like an eternity. I loved getting lost in her eyes. They were perfect. Absolutely perfect. I kept trying to find something I didn't like about her. Something that would allow me to back away and not let her take over my heart. But it was too hard. So I just stared. I stared at how her full lips were shaped like a heart. I stared at how she closed her eyes whenever she laughed. I stared at the woman that was going to make me fall again. Fall in trust. A trust so deep that it would be impossible to get out or get back up. It would drown me. And I was completely okay with that.

"I know it's still so early since, you know, we started doing whatever we're doing, but I can't sleep. I can't sleep at night because I want you. I want all of you. I want the happy you, the sad you, the mad you, the horny you. I want everything. Every part of you that I can get, I want it. So when you come back, let's stop wasting any time, okay? Let's just enjoy each other whatever may happen. I really... I..."

"You trust me." 

"I trust you. I've trusted you since I first laid my eyes on you." 

"I trust you too." I whispered and she just smiled and looked at me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rose's P.O.V

I spent the rest of the evening avoiding Bex as much as I could so I didn't have to explain anything. I knew she wasn't going to stress me out about Yoongi, but I didn't want her to know yet. I was going to tell her eventually, but not yet. I wasn't ready. She was going to get mad and I'd have to spend the rest of my time here making up for it. And I didn't come here for that. I didn't come here for her. 

I was now on my way to see the person I came here for and say a proper goodbye to the fuck part of our fuck buddies relationship. I didn't ask him how he managed to get the other four guys out of the dorm and honestly, I didn't really care. This night was about me and him, no one else. I climbed up the stairs and went into his room as quietly as last time. I looked around for him, but I couldn't see him anywhere. I stepped up to his desk to place my phone. His hand traced the side of my leg slowly, climbing up to my hip and harshly grabbing my boob, making me gasp in surprise. 

"I really hope you hate this dress, because I'm gonna tear it off." He turned me around and looked at me from head to toe before placing his hands over the top of my dress and pulling it apart. I watched his arms flex and his veins pop through his skin as he made sure my dress was completely slit in half. He tossed it on the floor and I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling myself closer to him and burying my lips in his neck. I bit his skin softly and breathed in his cologne. 

"Please go slow. I don't want a quickie and I don't want this to end. Just... let's not rush things." I whispered and he nodded his head, pulling me in to kiss me. I let his tongue enter my mouth and he grabbed my hair pushing me even closer to him, if that was even possible. At this point we were no longer two different people. We were one. We moved in sync and breathed in sync. He let go when he was out of breath and he took a full step back from me and gazed at me again. He acted as if he was never going to see me again. "It's not the last time you're gonna see me, you know? You don't have to look so miserable." 

"It's the last time I'm gonna hear you scream my name and beg me not to stop, isn't it? It's the last time I'm gonna get to touch you. It's the last time I'm gonna enter you." It sounded like he hated the situation as much as I did, but unlike me, he couldn't stop thinking about it. I blocked the thoughts of this being the last time as soon as I left the guest house to come here. I watched him as he took off his shirt and suddenly dropped on his knees in front of me. 

"What are you doing?" It was the first time he had ever kneeled in front of me. He was the type of guy that liked to be in control and not only that, but he wasn't very fond of the idea of pleasing first, before getting pleased. He was demanding in general and the sight of him on his knees, looking up at me shocked me. His eyes were different, they had become darker. He grabbed the side of my underwear and slid it off. 

"Spread." He slapped my ass a little and I did as told. He positioned himself better in between my legs and grabbed my ass with both hands to keep me in place. He placed the tip of his tongue on my clit, which took me by surprise and I let out a sharp breath. He sucked my clit slowly, taking his time, making sure he rips at least a few moans out of me, every minute. 

"Fuck, that feels so good..." I breathed out, placing one hand on the top of his head and grabbing his hair. I wanted to think about something, but I couldn't. I tried to muffle my moans as much as possible because I felt like I was being way louder than usual. I didn't know if that somehow had something to do with the fact that subconsciously I knew this had to be the last time, as much as I hated that idea. He started picking up the pace and I felt my stomach muscles tense. "Baby, stop, I don't wanna cum yet." I whined, but that made him go slower again, and I suddenly didn't have the power to stop him. My head fell backwards and he tightened his grip around me, moving one of his arms around my legs as I started convulsing and I leaned on him even more for balance. 

I came and Yoongi licked everything off before getting up to face me again. He looked at me and smirked. I took his hand and pulled him closer so I could hug him. I wrapped my hands around him. "I told you to stop. Why didn't you?" I whispered and he chuckled.

"You called me baby. I couldn't." I frowned and let him go, taking a step back.

"You don't like it?" 

"I love it." He licked his bottom lip before slightly biting it. I smiled and kissed him slowly. I could still taste myself on his lips. 

"Fuck, it's been so long." I chuckled and let him pick me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. 

"Did you miss me?" It had been about six months since I've last seen - and fucked - him. 

"You have no fucking idea." I loved it when he swore. It was one thing when he swore while texting me, but hearing his voice say it, it really drove me insane. 

"How much?" He dropped me on his bed and looked at me while I positioned myself just right. 

"You're about to find out." He started undoing the belt of his jeans, making me wonder why in the hell had he chosen to wear jeans when he knew exactly that I was coming. He took them off along with his underwear revealing the sight that I've missed the most since I last saw him. He was -very- hard, which made me feel proud for some reason. I knew he probably didn't fuck anyone else while I was gone. He just wasn't like that. 

He got on top of the bed and placed himself between my legs. I expected him to enter me right away, but, of course, he didn't. He placed the tip right at my entrance, which made me let out another loud moan. "Are you gonna make me beg? Just fucking put it in." 

"That attitude isn't going to make me put it in. How bad do you want it?"

"Yoongi..." I moaned his name. That was something that he absolutely loved. I figured it had a lot to do with his ego. And as I expected, it worked. He couldn't take it and he pushed inside me, letting out a deep groan. I gasped and put my hands in the air, waiting for him to get the message, which he did. His hands left my hips and he interwined his fingers with mine. He pulled out completely only to enter again, even harder. I closed my eyes, arching my back. 

"Look at me." I opened my eyes and looked at him. His face during sex was one of my favorite things in this world -and I didn't really love that many things-. He looked so concentrated. He wasn't a very loud guy during sex, as he barely made any sounds, but his face said it all. He was enjoying the fuck out of it, and he couldn't hide that. 

"Can you go slow? Like really slow? I wanna feel you." He did just as I said. Usually, slow wasn't something that I loved. Because it made me frustrated. It drove me insane. Everything intensified when he entered and pulled out slowly. And I usually couldn't take it. But tonight was far from usual. Surprisingly, he seemed to be enjoying it too, as he started groaning softly every time he entered.   

"Fuck, I love you." He said, voice deeper than usual. My brain froze a bit, and I decided to laugh it off, because I didn't know what to do. Something that we never did was discuss feelings. We just assumed we were on the same page about everything. So I always brushed it off. Just like I did now.

He started picking up his pace, breathing harder. I wish I was better at expressing how good he made me feel in that moment. I wasn't a screamer, so I just hoped he could see that I felt him. Entirely. Yoongi was the type to fuck you out of your brains. Once he started, you couldn't possibly have anything else in mind. 

I whimpered his name quietly when I felt him reach my spot and he responded with a louder groan. I felt the need to cum, so I reached for my clit with my hand for extra pleasure. If that was even possible at this point. 

"Don't. Put your hand back over your head. Now." He thrusted harder into me when he said that and I reached for the pillow and grabbed it. 

"I really wanna cum. Please." I breathed out. 

"Let me do it. Trust me. Fuck." He reached for my clit and started rubbing it slowly, making me let out a long moan. I felt my orgasm building up, but I didn't want to cum until he did. Yoongi might as well have read my mind.

"I'll count down from 15. Slowly. Both at the same time?" I nodded and he started counting. That was what I called multitasking. He was thrusting harder than ever now, making sure I was gonna cum when I had to. At 3 I was already starting to loose it and we both came when he stopped counting. I started giggling. He smiled and leaned down to kiss me and crashed beside me. I wrapped my arms around him and he kissed my forehead. 

"Is it really done? 2 years? Just like that?" I whispered against his neck.

"Rose..."

"I know. You don't have to say it, I know. Friends." I felt a deep pressure starting to build up in my chest. "I'll miss you." My voice slightly cracked and I stopped talking.

"Look at me." I looked up and stared into his eyes. His expression had changed to a much softer one now. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. Nothing changes. We're the same."

"What are we without sex? I mean all we've ever done is fuck. All the time. Whether it was in person or via video chat."

"Don't say that." He whispered. "We know each other better than anyone else. Don't leave me just because I can't fuck you." I sighed and kissed the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Is it just me or this was our best time?"

"It was. I know why, but I won't tell you. You'll figure it out, eventually." He winked and smiled and I felt the sudden urge to start crying for some reason. "Sleep here tonight." 

"What about the guys?"

"I really don't care. We're gonna be fast asleep by the time they get home, anyway and I don't think Jin will mind. Please." 

"Alright. But get up and get me something to wear, I'm starting to get cold. Hopefully something you have fits me." 

"I'm not that skinny!"

"Yes, yes you are." He frowned and I started laughing at his silly hurt expression. He got up and started going through his closet, coming back with a huge sweater. It was as big as half of him, so I looked at it before deciding to put it on.

"It's not mine."

"I figured. It's huge." I wrapped my arms around my own body, feeling suddenly happier now that I was warm. Yoongi saw me struggling, so he got in the bed, next to me and hugged me, pulling the covers over both of us, nearly over my head. "Yoongi?"

"What is it?"

"The 'I love you' thing... Did you mean it or was it just an accident?" He paused. For a really long time. I figured he wasn't going to answer or maybe he had fallen asleep. I was starting to doze off when his voice startled me.

"I meant it." 

"Oh... I love you too." He placed his finger under my chin and lifted it, until I was looking at him again. I could barely see his eyes through the darkness. He kissed me softly and hugged me tighter.

[the-unspoken-rules-ff]

Chapter 9

Jungkook's P.O.V

She squeezed me tightly for over three minutes, refusing to let me go. I smiled, knowing she really had missed me, or at least hoping she wasn't putting on a show again. Nayeon was sweet when she wanted to, but she was an overall pain in the ass. I loved her though, more than I could express in words, after all she had helped me though a lot of bad times of my life. She liked to tell people we were together once, even though between us there was never nothing more than a fuck buddies relationship. But I would have been stupid to think that I was the only one she was sleeping with at the time, even though she was only seventeen then. 

She turned her head towards my neck and pressed her lips under my ear. 

"Did you miss me?" She whispered. "Don't even answer, I know you did. I can tell." She said and chuckled. She took a step back and looked at me with her unchanged huge smile that was always spread across her face. "So, what are we doing today?" She asked skipping back to her bed and climbing on top, motioning for me to come and sit next to her. I shook my head slowly. 

"We're not doing anything. I'm gonna go rest. Come to Jimin's room after dinner though, I'll tell you the full story of why I'm here. And I'll make sure Jimin's out." Her smile faded away and she pouted. 

"But I've missed you! I haven't seen you in so long. Can't we hang out?" She said, disappointed beyond imagination.

"No, Nay, not today. I'm tired. I'll nap and we'll hang out tonight." She rolled her eyes and let herself fall on her bed. 

"Whatever." 

"Oh, come on, don't get mad at me. Nay?" She moved and covered herself completely with her blanket until I couldn't even see her head. I sighed and took off my jacket, climbing in bed next to her. I moved her hair from the side of her face and placed my head in between her shoulder and her neck. "You know I hate it when you get like this." I whispered and placed a kiss on her soft skin. She still smelled just like strawberries.  

"It works though. It got you here." Her smile reappeared on her face and she turned her head around and pulled me in for a deep kiss.  She moaned a little and I smiled against her lips when I heart her. When she pulled away, I was still smiling. 

"Don't tell me you haven't fucked since I left cause I don't believe you." 

"No one fucked me like you though." I laughed.

"Keep lying and I won't fuck you at all." I chuckled and got up, picking my jacked off the floor.

"Where are you going?" 

"I wasn't kidding, I really am tired. See you tonight though. My room, 11 pm, make sure your parents are sleeping. I don't want interruptions." I winked and closed the door behind me, walking to the end of the hallway to Jimin's room. He was watching TV when I got in. I dropped on the bed next to him. "Hey, so... can you switch rooms with your sister tonight at like 11 pm." He took his eyes off the TV and stared at me for longer than necessary.

"Yall wanna fuck in my bed?" 

"Yes...?" 

"No. What did I tell you in the train?" 

"Oh, come on, I didn't think you were being serious. Jimin, it wouldn't be the first time, or the second time... or the third time. Let it be." 

"You're using my sister because you're horny. Good job. I'm glad you learned so much from your hyungs." 

"I'm not using her!" I said, a little louder than I intended. "I love your sister. I'm not in love with her, of course not, but I have love for her. I'm not using her for sex, she's my friend. And you're acting like she's not the one jumping on me whenever she gets the chance. And it's not even about sex. I barely come home anymore, so I barely see Nay. I'm not... close to anyone back in Seoul. I can't hug anyone or tell them goodnight. Nayeon adores me. I don't get that feeling from anyone in Seoul. I guess I just need her close. It's not about sex." Jimin looked away from me and sighed. 

"You never told me any of this." 

"What was I supposed to say? I'm lonely? There's nothing you could've done about it." 

"It's not just this. You never tell me anything. Talk to me. At least now, please, just talk to me." He searched for my eyes with his and eventually I gave up and looked at him. Talking about my dad was my least favorite thing in the world. That and no one knew about him except for me and my mom. My hatred towards him scared me, so I avoided to bring him up in any circumstances. 

"When I was ten, I came home from school expecting to find my dad where he usually was, in front of the TV. But that day, it was a thursday, I came home and he wasn't there. I was so tired, my head hurt, but I wasn't able to fall asleep because my dad wasn't there. I kept going back and forth through the house. I was uneasy and I couldn't stop moving. I waited for over three hours before I heard the front door. I watched him stumble with his keys. He dropped them and tried to pick them up, but he couldn't crouch. He held the wall with his hand for balance as he struggled to take off his shoes.  I closed my door and tucked myself in my bed, face towards the wall and pretended to be asleep. I heard him open my bedroom door and I guess he stared at me for a few seconds before he closed it back up." My voice and my hands started shaking and Jimin took one of my hands in his and squeezed it. 

"I heard him knock a few things over in the bathroom. I laid there and listen to him puke." I said, my voice cracked and faded away as the lump in my throat was forcing me to give up and my eyes burned. A few tears came down without my intention to let them go. "I was ten. After that it was just a series of getting drunk regularly. I would start shaking and sobbing while covering my mouth so he doesn't hear. The first time he hit my mom, I was twelve. When I was fourteen he took out a gun and threatened to blow out her brains in front of me. I took his gun and he looked at me, pupils dilated and said 'Go on. Fucking shoot me. You two don't exist without me." I fell backwards and Jimin rushed to keep my head from hitting the side of the bed. I looked at the ceiling, but I couldn't see anything. The tears kept falling down from the corners of my eyes. "I want him dead so bad." My voice barely came out. 

"Who do you want dead?" Nayeon's voice made me jump a little and I quickly wiped away my tears and closed my eyes, hoping she would let it go and just leave.

"Nay, get out." Jimin said, his voice lower and weaker than I've ever heard it before.

"I came to hang out with Kookie, you get out." I sat up and looked at Jimin. His eyes were puffy and red and his face was completely different. He was mad. He let go of my hand and got up, marching rapidly towards his sister. His hand wrapped around her neck and he slammed her violently against the wall behind her. She screamed and closed her eyes.

"I said get out." He yelled in her face and let her neck go. She pushed him as hard as he could and ran out of the room, crying. He sighed and stumbled walking backwards, falling onto the bed. He covered his face with both of his hands and his breathing started picking up. I rushed in front of him and crouched.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey." I took his hands away from his face. "Breathe." He looked at me and nodded, inhaling and exhaling in sync with me until he calmed down. 

We both changed out clothes and jumped into bed for a nap. We didn't say anything else. We both understood what there was to understand. Me and Jimin had a very uncomplicated relationship where everything was clear thorough our eyes, faces and what we did. He didn't have to tell me he's sorry for me, because I knew that he knew I didn't need his pity. I needed him to know and understand which he did. That's why he kept quiet. That's why he almost hurt his sister. Because sometimes he felt me a little too much. Sometimes he just took my emotions upon himself. He was angry that he wasn't there, at 10 years old, next to me to save me, even though he knew that wasn't possible.

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Rose's P.O.V

I loved Bex beyond imagination, but sometimes I just kept things from her entirely. Like how two months prior to coming here I had enrolled in college and started taking korean classes. Or how her mom wasn't at all the reason I was here. Or how the stranger that just saw me half naked wasn't really that much of a stranger to me. I met Yoongi back in 2014, when they all came to the US. We met at a bar. At the time, I had no idea who he was and we got drunk together. We hooked up that night and surprisingly, I didn't regret it the next morning. Somewhere along the way we became close friends and started talking regularly. And by regularly, I mean daily. His personality really matched mine and I loved it. When I found out that Bex was working for them, I promised him I would come visit. 

Rose: I'm coming upstairs. Which door?

Yoongi: Far left. Don't worry, the guys are out. No one's gonna see you. 

I followed his instructions and ended up in a big room with two twin beds. Yoongi was laying down. I took off my shoes and climbed in the bed, above him and sat on his lap, looking down. His eyes flew open. I smiled and he raised an eyebrow.

"What? I told Bex I was gonna fuck you, at least let me simulate it." A cocky smile spread across his face. 

"Do you want to?" 

"Do I wanna what?"

"Fuck me." I leaned down and kissed him, grabbing his face in my palms. I pulled away slightly to look at him.

"Mhm." 

"Well, you can't. Not now anyway, because the rest are about to come back home and I'm not letting anyone else see you naked today." I groaned and let myself fall off of him, to his side.  He started laughing and I hit his stomach.

"Hey, so, don't be mad, but I think that Jungkook guy is really cute."

"Why would I be mad?"

"Is it okay that I kinda wanna ask him out?" 

"You wanna ask him out? Sorry, I forgot who I was asking. Of course you would. Kookie's the best. Seriously. Go for it. Don't even dare ever compare him with that son of a bitch of an ex of yours. But wait, you just met him and you wanna ask him out?" 

"Well, what's the point in waiting? How else am I gonna get to know him."

"You know that means no more showing up here saying you want me to fuck you. No more nudes and no more video chats in the middle of the night. I'm serious. Kookie's like my little brother."

"Tonight. Last time?" I held out my pinky and he wrapped his around mine.

"Last time."

[the-unspoken-rules-ff]

Chapter 8

Jimin's P.O.V

"Jungkook, we have to get into the train now, before it leaves without us." He was sitting on a bench in the train station. I left him alone for five minutes while I went to get us coffee and found him asleep. He really was adorable when he slept, but it wasn't the time now when he could just sleep all he wanted in the train. I shook his shoulder once again and his eyes opened slowly, moving rapidly around in confusion before they landed on my face and he relaxed. "Another nightmare?" He ignored my question, got up and started walking towards the train.

I sighed and followed him. He wouldn't tell me about his nightmares no matter how much I begged. I even asked him to go to therapy, but he always pretended I wasn't even talking to him. It was hard seeing him hurt and not knowing how to help someone who doesn't want to be helped. All he knew was how to pretend he was fine. How to convince people around him he was fine. And most of the times I let him convince me, because I didn't want to believe that I'm not capable of doing anything about it. 

We searched for our seats in the train, hoping no one would recognize us and cause a scene. We sat down next to each other, Jungkook took the window seat and I sat next to him, placing his coffee on the small table in front of our seats. I noticed Jungkook was staring at me like he wanted to tell me something, but he wasn't sure if he should. He kept opening and closing his mouth without saying anything. He looked away and turned his head to look outside through the window.

The train started moving slowly and I noticed how everything outside started to become blurry and distorted. It amazed me how our vision could no longer hold onto something with a clear form or shape and instead, our eyes searched desperately for something to catch. It made me think about the time we used to live in our old building. I used to go up to the roof for hours because no one knew how to get there but me, so no one would come looking. I would sit on the edge, legs hanging off the ten-story building and wonder about all the people who committed suicide. Do they see the same damaged, fuzzy and distorted world I can see through this train window? How do the feel the moment after they jump and the whole world around them comes crashing down, shedding into a million pieces while they're about to hit the ground? Or do they just close their eyes? Do they regret it right when it's already too late, wishing they wouldn't have jumped?

Death was something I couldn't understand. Something that was beyond everything I knew. When I was little, my mom took me to the park and left me alone, sitting on the grass while she talked to someone a few feet away from me. A tiny white flower moved along with the cold breeze. That day I learned two things: flowers die if you take them away from their home, death doesn't affect everyone in the same way. I cried for hours when my flower died. My mother ripped it from my hands and threw it away.

"Jiminie" I broke my intense visual contact with the window and noticed my eyes had started watering because I hadn't blinked in over 40 seconds. I rubbed my hand over both of my eyes and looked at Kookie, who was once again, gazing intensely in my direction.

"Hm?"

"Is your sister back home?" I let out a short, not-so-surprised laugh.

"Hell no. Don't even think about it. No."

"What?" He raised his eyebrows like he had no idea what I was referring to.

"You're not fucking my sister again, idiot. No."

"Again? How do you know I slept with- Wait. She told you, didn't she?" He said, so loud that everyone turned their eyes in our direction for a few seconds before losing interest. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course she told me. What did you expect? She would do anything to get attention from anyone. She's a whore for attention, among many other things." I said, side-eyeing him.

"Yah!" He slapped my arm and I started laughing. I loved my sister, but I loved teasing Jungkook more. 

"Hey, you know when we used to play 21 questions? Let's do that again. You start." 

"Alright. Why didn't you tell me about you and Bex and instead waited for me to figure it out on my own?"

"I thought you liked her and I didn't want to break your heart. My turn. Did you like her?"

He shuffled in his seat and let his head fall back, closing his eyes. 

"Yes. Why do you care so much about my nightmares?" I slapped his cheek and he opened his eyes, staring at me. "What the fuck was that for?!" He yelled and punched my arm with an incredible strength. 

"Why didn't you tell me you like her, you Hercules-sized high school student? We could've figured something out."

"Aw, don't tell me that you would've left her alone if you knew I liked her? You love me that much?" 

"No. I probably wouldn't have, but that's not the point! The point is you always keep things from me and then expect for everything to be perfect for you. I can't ignore your nightmares when every night you scream or pant the room and wake me up in the process. If you don't want to tell me, at least sort your shit out by yourself." 

"Alright then. When we go back, I'll switch rooms." 

"UGH! That's not what I meant. You're not switching rooms. Let's just go home, see our parents and maybe that will help. And yes, my sister is home. But no, you can't fuck her in my house. And definitely not because you're angry with yourself. Don't let that our on her." -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Bexley's P.O.V

I went through my closet with fury after Rose stated that she "didn't think it would be this cold". Not only did she appear out of nowhere, she thought I was cheating on her brother and now she didn't have clothes. I was starting to wonder why she came here at all. I pulled out a sweater and threw it at her. She catched it mid-air and didn't even bother to say 'Thanks'. 

"So why are you really here?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I just couldn't believe that she was here for my pure sake and enjoyment. "Did my mother send you? What it it, really?" She avoided my look and turned her back on me to undress. She took off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra. "Oh, my god... She did, didn't she? You came here because of my mom! She wants me home and she doesn't know how to reach me, so she sent you." 

Rose turned around, still half-naked, giving me another one of her 'I'm sorry' looks. I rolled my eyes. 

"Look, yes, she sent me, but I didn't come here because of her. I didn't come here to convince you to go home. I came here because I really missed you and I want to spend time with you." 

"Can you please put that sweater on? I can't focus because of your boobs. My eyes keep involuntarily dropping to your chest and I'm extremely uncomfortable." She started laughing.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" She took two steps closer to me. "Then I'm just gonna stay like this all day. There's nothing you can do about it." 

"Just back off and put someth--"

"Bex, did you remember to pick up that jacket from the..." Yoongi stormed in, looking for me. He stopped abruptly when he noticed I wasn't alone and his eyes scanned Rose from head to toe and back up to her exposed boobs. Great. Another one. I rolled my eyes and looked at Yoongi wondering when he's gonna realize that he's staring and get out. Not-so-suprisingly, he didn't storm out of the room. He got closer to us and Rose finally decided that putting on that sweater was a polite option to greet a stranger. "I'm sorry for... interrupting, but I really need that jacket I told you to pick up. I want it. Now." His eyes travelled from me to Rose after finishing that sentence and I suddenly felt the urge to first vomit and then leave them and their raging hormones alone. I turned around and searched my closet again for his jacket. I took it out with the hanger and handed it to him.

He smiled and introduced himself as if an introduction was still needed after all that.

"I'm Yoongi." He said and put out his hand. Rose shook his hand and smiled back. I think I've figured out what her real reason for coming here is. 

"Rose." 

"Nice name." 

"I know! She's just really so nice, isn't she?" I said, ironically, looking at Rose. I pushed Yoongi and turned him around, towards the door. "Get out. That's about all the sexual tension I can handle today." I closed the door behind him and decided it was time for a shower to relieve my sudden stress. My best friend had become a stress for me. I locked myself in the bathroom and turned on the water. Just when I was about to jump in, I heard her yelling.

"Bex? Mind telling me what his room number is?" I chuckled to myself. This girl didn't change.

"The rooms don't have numbers." I yelled back. 

"Alright, don't worry, I'll find it." 

"Hey, Rose?"

"Yeah?"

"Try not to be too loud?" 

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Jungkook's P.O.V

I never thought reaching a destination would be so extremely painful and stressful. The train came to a stop and my heart started racing inside of my chest. My breathing became uneven and my hands started slowly shaking inside my pockets. I followed Jimin outside of the train and stopped when we were about to exit the train station.

"You okay?" Jimin asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Can we... can I just... Can we just go home for today? I'm not ready to see my parents yet." 

"Yeah, sure. We'll go to the hospital whenever you feel ready." 

"We?"

"I'm not leaving you alone. I brought you here. If something happens to you, it's my fault."

"I'm not twelve."

"You might as well be."

We put our bags in a cab and Jimin told the driver his address. The journey home was silent and I couldn't stop wondering how my mom was doing in that very moment. I wished I could be with her, but without having to face my father. My thoughts raced until I noticed the car stopped and we took our bags and entered the house. Jimin's parents didn't know he was coming, so his mom was so shocked that she started crying. They both hugged me and welcomed me. When we were trainees and Jimin used to bring me home with him, he always became jealous at the fact that his mother liked me more when I was around. 

I scanned the house, looking for any changes. Any evidence that his parents might've forgotten, even for a second, that their son wasn't home anymore. But it seemed impossible. Their whole house screamed Jimin. There were baby pictures of him everywhere. They had our albums placed in the corner of the room, on a small table that seemed designed just for that. 

"She's in her room." Jimin whispered. I nodded and smiled a little, thinking of his sister. I sneaked around the house until I saw her pink door and chuckled. Jimin acted like I was the baby. I opened the room slightly, sneaked in and closed it behind me. She was sitting up in her bed, reading a random book. She didn't break contact with the book to see who had entered the room.

"Hey." She looked up and stared at me for a few seconds until her mind processed who I was and the fact that I was in her room. Her eyes widened and she threw the book which landed sadly on the floor. She squealed and jumped up waving her arms all over the place. 

"Kookie!" She ran and hugged me, squeezing me like a damn toy. I laughed and hugged her back.

[the-unspoken-rules-ff]

Chapter 7

Bexley's P.O.V

I made my way around the airport to get to where Rose was sitting bored on a bench. Her whole face lit up when she saw me coming towards her and she rushed to get up and grab all of her bags. I hugged her and smiled, even though I was still mad that she hadn't told me she was coming. 

It seemed like her coming here was what made me realize how absent we've been from each other's lives. Sure, we still talked regularly, but talking on Facetime twice a week didn't seem to hold the level of friendship we had. If you told me a couple of years ago that in the future my best friend wouldn't even be aware of my maybe-boyfriend, I would've told you that you don't quite know us. She knew everything. She always knew everything. That until, of course, I moved across the globe and it all went to shit. Now I didn't even know how to tell her that I might be dating an idol. And that I kind of maybe like him just a teensy-weensy bit. A huge understatement, but given the fact that I was with him for like 3 days, I wanted and needed to keep my feelings in check. 

She took a step back to look at me. She studied every part of my face to see if anything was changed. I did the same. Rose was unbelievably gorgeous. When we used to walk together down the street, no one ever looked at me. They all looked at her. We were opposites in a way. Her skin was tanned and had a cappucino color. Her eyes were also blue, but mine were The Caribbean Sea blue and hers were The Atlantic Ocean blue. You could drown just staring into her eyes. And that's coming from someone who did. 

"You can take the girl out of California, but you can't take California out of the girl. You look exactly the same. Some might even call it boring." I rolled my eyes and smiled at her antics. I knew her too well to ever get mad at anything she said. She was kind of naturally mean. I used to tell her that she was born with it. 

"It's nice to see you too. Let's go. The car's waiting for us. I'll take you to your hotel to help you with your bags." I started to walk away, but stopped soon as I noticed she wasn't following me.

"There might be a slight problem." I turned around and saw she was making her classic 'don't hate me' face. I sighed deeply trying not to get angry literally 2 minutes after I had just reunited with her.

"What did you do?" 

"I might not have a hotel. I kind of assumed I was gonna stay with you. I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't have, but I haven't seen you in so long and I thought we could spend our time together. Like old times." 

"Ugh. Okay. Whatever. I'll talk to the CEO. I don't think it will be a problem. Let's go." We both walked back to the car that was waiting for us and I helped her put all the bags in the trunk. We both sat in the back and I told the driver to get us back to the house in my best korean. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I took it out to see a text from Jimin. I was kind of hoping Rose would be her usual self and she would peek over my shoulder because I really didn't feel like bringing up the fact that I was kind of maybe dating someone. 

Jimin: Where are you?

Bex: On my way back home. Did you guys leave yet?

Jimin: Nah, I'm waiting for you to get back. I have a surprise for you ;)

Bex: Unless the surprise is your dick, keep it. 

Jimin: Are you serious?

Bex: You're driving me crazy. Stop pretending you don't know what you're doing. I'd really love to do a million things right now.

Jimin: Just come home. Jesus Christ. 

I giggled and turned off my phone, putting it back in my pocket. Just like I thought, Rose was watching me closely, waiting for an explanation. "It's complicated." She gave me a short sarcastic laugh.

"That really didn't look complicated. Who is he? And what about Nathan?" I was hoping she forgot about that. Kind of hard since Nathan was, in fact, her brother. Me and her brother had dated for about 3 years before I decided to leave. He promised he was going to wait for me until I came back, but I never said I will. 

"Don't bring him into this. That relationship is long gone and it's not my fault he can't get over me." I took out my phone and went into my "Jimin" picture folder. I tossed her my phone and she picked it up slightly confused. "That's him." She swiped through the pictures, taking her time to analyze each one closely. She looked kind of amused.

"You're kidding, right? You expect me to believe you're dating an idol? An idol who looks like that?" She pointed at the phone and threw it into my arms. I didn't say anything. I figured it was useless since she was going to see him anyway in a few minutes and we'll see who laughs then. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Jungkook's P.O.V 

I walked around the room, back and forth looking for my clothes which were thrown everywhere. I couldn't find exactly the ones I wanted and I was getting slightly annoyed at  the thought that I had to pack the damn bags. I really wished I could just go home without anything else. I would probably spend all my time in the hospital anyway, so it was pointless bringing anything. But Jimin insisted over and over again that I pack. I was supposed to stay at his house with him and his parents since mine are basically living in the hospital and Jimin doesn't want me to be alone at my house.

For some reason, I think he's a little concerned that I might slip into depression which would make him blame himself and never forgive himself for not taking proper care of me. My dad having cancer had as much of an effect on me as someone telling me that the sky is blue. I really, truly and deeply didn't give a flying fuck.

My dad was... is a piece of shit. He hasn't always been like that, but alcohol and gambling stole the father side of him. When you take a part of someone away, steal it, only the wrapping stays behind. And we all know wrappers go in the trashcan. Why? Because they're empty, they have nothing left that we need. You know that feeling when you were a kid and you saw a bag of chips in the kitchen but you didn't really feel like eating them, the next day you suddenly felt like you wanted chips and you went to the kitchen, but the chips weren't there anymore because someone else ate them? The chips were my dad. That someone else that ate them was everything he was addicted to. My mom was the person I felt sorry for. Which is why I was angry and sad. She was someone I couldn't protect. She had to protect me and herself. Now that my dad's dying I felt both relieved and frustrated. I was frustrated that she had to go through it without me and I knew that hurt her. Relieved because he was going to be gone once and for all. Maybe the nightmares will stop. That's what I've been telling myself for the past five hours to keep myself from thinking that it's a bad idea to go see them. 

Jimin and the members never knew about my dad. I kept telling Jimin that the nightmares and screaming were just random, but I felt like one day he was going to start believing that something's not right. I did feel kind of guilty that he didn't know though.

"Can you please stop, you're seriously making me dizzy." I stopped mid walk and turned around to see him folding his clothes and placing them down in his opened suitcase. I didn't say anything, just stared noticing for the tenth time just how much he liked everything in place. "You know what? Why don't you go outside and wait for the driver. Bex is coming and we have a guest." 

"What guest?" 

"You'll see. I'll come over there when I'm done with this." I left the room and walked outside looking for the car. I saw the gates open and the driver park in front of the guest house. I saw Bex exit and rushed quietly towards her and placed my hands on her shoulders, expecting her to jump, but she didn't. Maybe she thought I was Jimin and that's why she didn't turn around. The driver moved the car in its usual spot, in front of our car and I looked at Bex across from me, previously on the other side of the car. She raised her eyebrows and looked suggestively at both of my hands, still on what I though were her shoulders. I quickly pulled away both of my hands and took two steps back. 

Jimin appeared suddenly next to me, but he ignored me and my confused face and went straight to Bex, pulling her in for a kiss. I looked away to avoid the awkwardness and met the other girl's gaze. She smiled and raised her hand to do a quick wave. I smiled and bowed a little. She looked like an upgraded version of Bex, as wrong and rude that sounds. It was true. 

Jimin pulled away from Bex and stood next to her. The girl looked back and forth at the both of them. "So he's real." She said. Bex stepped forward in the middle of us and made the presentations. Apparently, her name was Rose and she was Bex's best friend since childhood. Interesting. I looked at my phone to hide the awkward feeling and glanced at the screen. 

"Shit, Jimin!" I said, a little too loudly, because they all turned to look at me. 

"What?"

"We're gonna be late. We have to go, now." Jimin looked at Bex apologetically and she told us to go. I turned around to leave, but stopped and looked at Rose again. "It was really nice to meet you." I said and smiled. "I guess I'll see you around, in a couple of days?" 

"You will." She replied quickly and I turned around to leave, afraid I would something stupid or embarrassing.

Just when I thought these two days couldn't get more unbearable.

[the-unspoken-rules-ff]

Chapter 6

Jimin's P.O.V

I woke up sore all over from the practice the day before. My muscles were in serious pain, but my eyes seemed to be doing better, even though I still had a doctor's appointment I had to go to. I got up and remembered Jungkook was the only one of us who had any type of medicine. He liked to have something for any kind of pain or discomfort, even though he rarely took any. I went to his drawers of the desk and started looking around for pain killers. 

I peeked around, but couldn't find any medicine. I never understood why he hid them. Something caught my eye. A red piece of paper with white characters. Beautifully written. I took it out and placed it on the desk. I took a seat and started reading what seemed to be a letter.

Jungkook-ah, I am writing this letter to you so you will have something tangible to hold onto. Your father and I are very sorry that we cannot come to your concert in Soul. Unfortunately, your father's state is getting worse. He is back in the hospital and will stay there for the rest of his time it seems. 

Do not forget that he always told you that your dreams and your work come first. Don't neglect it because of us. Work harder. Your father is a very proud man to have you. You know he tells everyone he meets about you. He even told his doctor. 

I'll call if anything changes. We both love you very much. We miss you. 

Your mother.

I carefully put the letter back where I found it and stared at the window in front of the desk for a long time. I kept thinking how in the world did Kookie manage to hide everything he's been going through from me. I started to press down with my teeth on the space right under my bottom lip. That was something I always did since I was a kid. When I was thinking or I was stressed I kept doing that. I often ended up with either a red spot under my lip or a scratch. 

I rubbed my temples and got up, going from the desk to his bed and sitting down. His bed was still relatively warm since he wasn't long gone. To anyone who saw me and Kookie together and didn't know us, our relationship might've looked weird. But for us, there was one word that described it the best: soulmates. We weren't lovers and we weren't friends. We were soulmates. Our souls were a match for each other. We absolutely and completely understood each other's words, feelings, moods, everything. We were simply compatible as people. 

It hit me quickly that at that moment, I had no idea what was going on in his life and he had no idea what was going on in mine. I laid down in his bed looking up at the ceiling. I heard the door open and close, but I didn't move a muscle.  

"Oh, look, you're up. And you're all spread on my bread. I mean bed." I got up and looked at him confused.

"What?" 

"That was a joke. You were supposed to laugh." I laughed sarcastically and then gave him a serious look.

"You need to seriously stop spending so much time with Jin. It's contagious. You caught his bad sense of humor." 

"Oh come on, you always laugh at his jokes." 

"Of course I do, he's my hyung. Who are you?" I said, joking. He looked a little hurt before he started throwing punches until I landed back in my bed. "Hey, do you have by any chance some pain killers?" He looked at me without saying anything for a few seconds.

"You don't use pain killers." 

"Well, I'm kinda about to start to, because everything is killing me." I said, pouting. He chuckled when he saw my face and shook his head.

"No." I walked over to his bed and sat on the floor, face to face with him. 

"What?"

"You're not taking pills, Jimin, no. It's not the first time you're in pain. You've been fine so far. I don't want you to take anything. Not unless some doctor gives you something." 

"You do realize I'm older than you, right?" I said, punching his knee.

"I don't really give a shit."

"LANGUAGE!" I yelled. This little shit always swore in front of me and I always pretended I hated it, but in my mind, I was laughing. 

"I don't really give a fuck. Is that good for you?" I rolled my eyes and he laughed. Time for the harder stuff, I guess.

"Hey, you know how we always tell each other everything? I kinda need to tell you something." I looked down and started playing with my fingers while I also scratched the bottom of my lip with my teeth. Telling him I was seeing Bex was a little difficult, given the fact that he also seemed quite interested sometimes. I was worried he would get mad at me or something and it would hurt our relationship. 

"Stop." I looked up at him and he was pointing at my face. "You're gonna get a scar again. Stop doing that. What are you so nervous about that you're chewing the bottom of you lip? I'm not gonna kill you. What's up?" I sighed and forced myself to stop.

"I'm... I've been..." 

"Dating Bex? I know." He smiled at me and I stared. 

"How do you... what?" 

"You get jealous every time she gives me any attention. It's kinda obvious." I chuckled. My eyes were starting to hurt again and they soon started watering. Jungkook noticed right away. "Don't you have your appointment today? I'm coming with you."

"No. You can't." 

"Why not?" 

"I'm going with Bex." 

"Whatever. Don't come to me next time you're hurt." He said, obviously slightly annoyed.

"I love you. And I gotta go." I said, getting up and leaving the room. It was true that I was going with Bex, but it wasn't the reason why I didn't want him to come. I had a plan and I was really praying and hoping that it was going to work out. For his sake. 

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Bexley's P.O.V

Waiting rooms in hospitals were always a nightmare for me. When I was little, I somehow ended up in one of these hallways alone. I kept hearing people scream and saw some people who looked more than physically ill. It still haunted me to this day. Jimin was in the doctor's office for 20 minutes already and I was wondering when he'll be done.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I smiled when I saw my best friend's name flash across the screen. I hadn't talked to her in a bit.

"Look who finally decided to call." I said after I picked up.

"Oh, shut up. You know I call whenever I can. But today's special. It's a special call and it's a special fucking day. Guess why?" 

"You finally got rid of that anus you call boyfriend?" 

"Rude! Also, yes, but that's not it. Try again." 

"You quit your dumb and annoying job?" 

"No, but I did get two weeks off. So, pretty please, get in a cab and come pick me up from this airport because I'm completely lost and no one here speaks english." It took me a few seconds before I realized what she said, but when I did, I couldn't keep my voice calm.

"What did you do?!" I yelled. A doctor passing by eyed me and I lowered my voice. "Do not fucking tell me that you are at Seoul International Airport right now." 

"I am at Seoul International Airport right now, waiting for you." 

"You're insane." 

"But you love me. Hurry up and call me when you get here." She hung up and I stared at my phone while Jimin exited the doctor's office. He held up a piece of paper.

"New prescription for contacts and he told me I need to start wearing my glasses more." I nodded and looked away. "What's up?" Jimin said, touching my chin. 

"There's been a slight change of plans. My insane-in-the-brain best friend decided to take a little trip out of nowhere without telling me and she just showed up here. She's at the airport and I need to go pick her up." 

"You want me to come with you?"

"No, it's okay. So... are you excited to go home and see your parents?" I smiled grabbing his waist.

"Yeah, actually, I kind of miss them. Thanks for helping me with PD-nim."

"No problem. That's what I'm here for." I gave him a quick peck. "I gotta go. She's gonna lose her mind if I leave her there too long. We're gonna be home before you guys leave. Bye." I smiled and left ahead while Jimin waited for more information from the nurse about his next check-up. 

Jimin's P.O.V

I entered the room slowly and sat on his bed, carefully. He was sleeping face up, his mouth slightly open. I softly slapped his cheek. "Yah, wake up!" 

He groaned and opened his eyes enough to see me.  "Why did you wake me up? I was dreaming." He said.

"Isn't you mom's birthday tomorrow?" He stared at me in confusion.

"Yes?... Why..." 

"I got her a present." He looked more confused than before. He sat up against his pillows. I handed him the envelope and watched him open it. His eyes got bigger when he registered what it was and he looked at me scanning my face, hopeful I will say what he wanted me to say. "What better present for your mom's birthday than her son?" He looked at the train ticket again.

"We're going home?" He asked, his eyes filling up quickly.

"We're going home. But only if you don't cry, because I can't handle that again." He laughed and jumped up, hugging me. "Don't hide stuff from me again. I can help you if you let me."

[the-unspoken-rules-ff]

Chapter 5

Bexley's P.O.V

I watched the guys practice for hours and it made me remember my high school days. I used to be in a small dance group and we would practice wherever we found a good space. Our parents wouldn't give us money to actually rent a space, so anything would do. People in the neighborhood knew us too well and probably wished we would stop. Our music always bothered them and we weren't the type to stop when we were told so. 

Jimin and Jungkook were sweating so much that the air even started to get hot. Not gonna lie though, Jimin sweating was something I would love to look at more often. His chest went rapidly up and down whenever he stopped moving for a few seconds. When the song stopped for what seemed like the hundredth time, they both crashed to the ground and laid on their backs. It was already lunchtime and my stomach was growling. I got up and walked over to them, standing at Jimin's feet. I kicked his foot slowly, but he didn't get up to look at me. I walked over him, his body in between my feet. He looked up at me and smiled. 

"I have an idea." I said, my eyes travelling between his face and Jungkook's. 

"Why don't I go and get some food while you guys rest for a bit? We can eat together and you can continue pracitsing after." They looked at each other and Jimin shrugged. It was still impressive to me how they could comunicate so well without talking to each other. Even during the dance practice, they watched each other so carefully, managing to get everything right without talking. 

"How though? You don't know korean." Jungkook said, chuckling. 

"You think that in the year I've lived in Korea I just didn't eat? Food was the first thing I learned when I got here. I know how to say enough for someone to understand what I want and how much." 

"I gotta see that. Say some korean words. Come on." Jungkook said, smiling. 

"Not a chance in hell. I'm not giving you guys the opportunity to mock me. No." I moved away from the two of them to leave, but Jungkook got up and quickly moved in front of me, blocking my way to the door. "I'm not letting you leave. Not until you say something in korean." I laughed and tried to go around him, but he stepped in front of me again, this time placing his hands on my shoulders. I thought about Jimin's reaction, but I wasn't facing him and I couldn't just turn my head around to look at him. He wasn't saying anything, so I didn't know if he was watching us or trying to ignore us. "Please~" He said in the cutest tone he could use and made a cute puppy face, closing his eyes. 

"Samgyupsal saminboon juseyo." I said in the best accent I could do, waiting for his reaction. He looked at me for a few seconds and immediately started laughing, I heard laughing behind me too and I turned around to see Jimin almost crying from laughing. He laughed using his own body, bowing while laughing, almost hitting the floor with his head. 

"I'm gonna start the AC as I go too, cause it's getting really hot in here." I said, moving towards the exit. 

"Oh, I bet it is." I heard Jimin mumble. His expression was now serious. I hated when people were overly jealous and possessive and what he was doing now wasn't cute at all. I ignored his comment and left the room, but I heard him come after me. I turned around and he grabbed my waist, conveniently placing me against a wall. His lips crashed into mine and I ran my hand through his hair. I sighed against his mouth and he pulled away.

"What are you doing?" I said, looking at the wall behind him.

"What I wanted to do since I came here this morning." He leaned in to kiss me again and I pushed him away.

"If you're doing this because of Jungkook, stop. Please. You know it's nothing and you don't need to act like this." I said looking at his eyes. He was wearing blue contacts today and they truly looked amazing. 

"I'm not doing this because of him. I don't care what he does. He wouldn't do anything to upset me. Trust me. He wouldn't." He sighed. 

"Well, he doesn't know, does he? That we're... we're... whatever we're doing. So he might do something one day that I can't stop. And then you're gonna blame me for it." 

"Then let's tell him. Let's tell all of them. What's the big deal?" 

"The big deal, baby, is that if this gets out, I'll probably get fired." I said cupping his cheeks.

"Say that again." 

"I might get fired...?" He shook his head.

"Not that. What did you call me?" 

"Baby...?" He smiled and leaned in and started kissing my neck. I wanted to push him away and finish the conversation, but I couldn't. My brain wouldn't let me. 

"I need you. To remember. That I am doing this. Because I want you. I. Want. You." He said in between kisses. He pulled away and looked at me. "Not because of anyone else. And who says we can't date? There's no rule that says that." 

"There are unspoken rules in this business. And you gotta stop doing that randomly. It's driving me insane." He giggled. "I really gotta go get food. I'm starving. Don't miss me too much... baby." He bit his lip and slapped my ass before letting go of my waist. 

"I hate you." He said, watching me leave.

"No, you don't." I replied. 

"No, I really don't." He mumbled before I heard him open the door and get back in the practice room.

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Jimin's P.O.V

I walked back into the practice room to find Jungkook gawking at his phone sitting on the floor. I sat down next to him and grabbed his knee to get his attention, but he didn't even look up. I put my arm around his shoulders and pushed him closer to me, still no reaction. Usually when that happened he was either mad or really sad and I wasn't quite sure which one it was. 

"What's up? What are you not telling me?" I asked, looking at his side profile. He shook his head slowly. I looked down at his phone and in that moment a drop appeared on the screen. I grabbed his chin with my hand and turned his head to face me. He was crying. He looked at me and his bottom lip started quivering.

I got up and moved behind him, wrapped my legs and arms around him to prevent him from running away. He grabbed my arms and started sobbing. I squeezed him even harder. I placed my head on his shoulder and he let his head fall on mine. "You have no idea how much I wish I could take your pain. I hate seeing you like this. You're breaking my heart." I said quietly and he started breathing harder. "Please stop crying... please. I can't sit here and see you like this, not knowing what's wrong. It's driving me insane." My voice cracked and my eyes burned as a big lump in my throat was begging me to let myself fall apart. And I did. I closed my eyes and let my tears fall on his sweater. 

We stayed like that for what seemed like and eternity before he said something. "Let me go." He whispered, voice raspy from all the crying. I unlocked my legs and arms from around him and he got up. He sat on the chair next to our sound system and returned his attention to the phone. 

"Are you seriously not gonna tell me what's up? After you just sobbed for 30 minutes?" I said, frustrated he never let anyone beyond his walls. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong!" I yelled in anger. He shot me a quick look.

"Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't try to help me so damn much then!" He snapped. "I don't need your damn help!" He yelled. My mind went blank and I rapidly walked over, yanking him up by his collar and pinning him against the wall. I felt my eyes fill up with tears again as I looked at him. "Hyung, that's not what I meant." I shook my head as the tears started to fall from my eyes. "I have taken care of you more than I take care of my own family. I love you more than I love myself. One day, I'm gonna get sick of this shit and I'm gonna walk away. For fuck's sake just let me in! I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not gonna abandon you." I said angrily.

I heard the door and immediately let go of his collar. I turned away from the door and wiped away my tears with my sleeves. I rearranged my hair with my hand and turned around to face Bex with a small smile on my face. I looked at Kookie who had once again turned his attention back to his phone, pretending everything was just fine.

"What's going on?" Bex asked, eyeing us both. 

"Nothing." I said calmly and smiled wider. "Did you get that food? I'm starving." She lifted up her hands holding a few bags full with food which she placed on the table in the other corner of the room. The truth was, I was far from starving, but I had to give any excuse I could. We all sat down at the table and we started diving into the food. Bex was still looking at me suspiciously. 

"Your face is swollen. Are you sure you're okay?" She asked. I chewed and swallowed which was harder than I though given the fact that my throat was so sore from all the crying and screaming.

"Yeah... my face does that sometimes after I dance. It's because I'm tired." I lied. 

"Hey, Bex?" Jungkook said, lifting his eyes from his plate to look at her. "Could you maybe make an appointment to the doctor for Jimin? His eyes are kind of bugging him and we think it's because of his contacts." 

"Sure, I'll get that sorted right after we eat." I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I took it out to find a text from Kookie.

Kook: I'm sorry.

Jimin: We'll talk about it at home. I pressed send and took another mouthful of my food.

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a/n I am kind of freaking out about the Spring Day MV and the album, but I really wanted to put this up.

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Chapter 4

Bexley's P.O.V

I woke up feeling different. It was probably because I had finally gotten some decent sleep, but the scene from last night might have had some impact on me as well. I was always one that strongly believed in professionalism, but every time I see Jimin my mind switches from that to nothing. He manages to delete all data from my head. One thing that kept bugging me was that he seemed kind of shy at moments, which I wanted it to remain that way. I wouldn't want to make him feel like he needs to change himself for the sake of what might happen. 

I got up and decided it was time to take a shower to wash away all the memories of yesterday. And yes, I did just make a J. Cole reference. Kill me. I always wondered how people could spend hours in the shower. It usually took me about 15 minutes before the water made me feel like a damn sea animal and I had to get out. I wasn't really a big fan of water in general. That said, I got out after about 15-ish minutes and I put on my favorite silk robe. It was my mom's present for when I left the U.S. I guess she thought I needed at least one thing to make me feel fancy while living miserably. 

I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me as I glanced at my bed and saw Jimin sitting on the edge, looking at his phone. I closed my eyes and opened them again, trying to remember if I had taken any pills that morning. For some reason, he was still there. Meaning he wasn't a hallucination. 

"Hey." I said quietly and he lifted his eyes from his phone to look at me. He scanned the robe without saying a word before getting up and smiling.

"Hey. I came to see how you were, but you look like you're doing really good." He looked me up and down slowly once again and then his eyes landed back on my face. Usually, I wasn't a very straight-forward person. But looking at him I figured it was either straight-forward or it was going to turn into a never-gonna-happen. He looked like the type of guy who really had it in him, but who, out of respect wouldn't do anything for the world if you didn't give him a slight push. So I decided that was my next step. I was going to give him the slight push. If it didn't work, then I would back away, no matter how hard that would be. 

I went as close to him as I possibly could without jumping straight on him. He kept eye contact and his gaze was really making me feel small.

"Do I?" I whispered. He sighed while he closed his eyes and let his head fall slightly back. "Say it. Whatever's on your mind right now, say it." I said, grabbing his hand. He opened his eyes and looked at me for a few moments before talking. I felt my heart pound even faster and harder, partly because I was afraid of what he was going to say. 

"I really want to fuck you right now." He said, his voice an octave lower than usual. His sudden bluntness surprised me. He leaned in and started kissing me with a force I didn't know he had in him. His hands griped my waist and pulled me against him. I was sure that through the thin fabric of my robe he could my body more than I could feel his, which wasn't fair at all. I grabbed his shirt and tried to lift it up, but he pulled away. We were both out of breath. "I can't." 

"Oh." I said quietly, not quite sure what that meant or if I should feel bad.

"That came out wrong. I can't because I don't have time. I have to be at practice in about 15 minutes and I need to leave if I want to make it in time." 

"Ugh!" I groaned and let my head fall against his chest. "You can't turn me on, make me wet and abandon me. It's inhumane." 

"Yah!" He laughed and pushed me softly off of him. "That goes for you too. Do you see this?" He said and lifted up his long oversized shirt to reveal a very obvious hard-on. "This is your work. And by the way, who made the schedule? Who told me to be on time for practice?" 

"Ughhh! Fuck me! I didn't think about that." 

"That is exactly my goal, but as you can notice I don't have the time. Come with me at practice." I chuckled and went towards my closed in search for clothes to change into.

"What, you plan on fucking me in front of everyone else?" I said jokingly, searching for a specific black t-shirt to put on. I couldn't find it, so I took out a red dress instead. The last few days weren't as gloomy and dark as before and it was actually quite sunny.

"It's just me and Jungkook. We're practising our stage together and do you really not want to see me dance?" I found my clothes and threw them on the bed. I went over to him and kissed him again. 

"You guys wait for me outside. I'll be out in less than five minutes." He smiled proud and left me alone to change. I sighed loudly and started putting on my dress frustrated. I hadn't had sex in a long time and every time I tried to, it didn't work out. I was starting to believe I really wasn't meant to have sex in this life.

I took one last look in the mirror and left the house. Jungkook and Jimin were standing outside my house, the sunlight falling on them beautifully. Jimin saw me first and smiled. I joined them and we all got in the car.

I got in first and went straight to the back. Jimin, who usually sat next to JK on the single seats came after me and sat next to me. I raised an eyebrow looking at him and then at Jungkook, who noticed, but didn't say anything. When the driver got in and started the car, Jimin's lips were already all over my neck. I tried to keep quiet as he kissed his way up to my ear and softly bit on my earlobe. 

"I really want to do something right now." He whispered. I felt like I was going to explode. I  couldn't move, afraid I would make some kind of sound that would attract Jungkook's attention. Now it really seemed like a bad idea that I had decided to wear a dress. He placed his hand above my knee and started travelling up, lifting my dress. His voice alone could've brought me on my knees in that moment. I was that desperate. 

"Whatever it is, I think I need it." He smiled and his hand travelled from my inner thigh to the line of my black lace underwear which he grabbed and pushed down. I lifted myself a little so he could take them off completely. He let them fall to the ground and placed one hand over my mouth. I looked at him confused. "Trust me." I immediately felt one of his fingers over my clit, which made my whole body tense. I tried to find something to grab so I wouldn't moan as he slowly started playing with it in circular motions. I grabbed his leg and squeezed it, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. He slipped one finger inside of me while the other one was still playing with my clit. I dug my nails into his leg even harder. 

In any other moment, I would've wonder how it's possible for someone to do all of it with one hand, but right now I  really didn't give a flying fuck. Yet again, in any other moment I would be embarrassed about how wet I was just from him kissing my neck, but this really wasn't that moment. 

He was ridiculously good for someone who looked as innocent as he did. I let out a deep moan that was fortunately covered by his hand, nothing really suspicious sounding coming out. He slipped in another finger and I gasped, biting down on my bottom lip. My body tensed and my legs closed together involuntary. 

"Spread" he whispered in my ear and I obeyed. "Look at me." I tried to open my eyes, but my body wasn't in my control anymore. "I want you to look at me while you cum." I forced myself to do as told and I saw him looking at me with a proud smile on his face. He inserted a third finger and started moving his hand more rapidly. I bit his hand right before my stomach muscles tensed and my legs started shaking. He pushed two more times before I came on his hand. He proudly lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them before taking his other hand off my mouth. I was breathing so heavily that I noticed Jungkook turn his head to see if I was okay. I forced a shy smile and he turned around. 

"You better pick those up before someone sees them."Jimin whispered pointing at the floor. I picked up my underwear and put it back on, still trying to process everything that happened. 

"That was... one way to get to practice. And to think I almost didn't come with you." We both smiled and the car stopped. We got off and they led me to the practice room. I took a seat next to the sound system in the front of the room, where I could see both of them dance clearly. They started going over their moves. I pulled out my phone and saw I had a text from my mom that I had missed.

Mom: Hey, sweetie, how are you? I miss you.

Bex: I'm good mom. At practice with the boys. I miss you too.

Mom: How it the new job? Good?

Bex: Yeah... it's good. 

I pressed send and looked up as Own It by Drake started invading the speakers. 

Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love

They both started their choreography and Jimin flashed me a quick smile before focusing on the rest of their dance.

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Chapter 3

Jimin's P.O.V

I got in my room rubbing my eyes. I had noticed a few days before that my eyes were watering more than usual, but I didn't think much of it. Now they were also stinging a bit, and it was becoming quite annoying. I saw JK through my more-than-blurry vision sitting at the desk drawing something. I went closer and sat on my bed, which was right next to the desk full of pencils and sheets of paper. 

I watched him detail the drawing and adding shade to the clear portrait. He was drawing a female and I didn't have to analyze it to know who it was. Jungkook liked to keep a lot to himself, but what he didn't realize was that: 1. I knew him better than he knew himself and 2. he was way more transparent than he thought. I didn't blame him for being fascinated with Bex though. She really was something else. 

"Who are you drawing?" Not that I didn't already know, but I wanted to see what he would say. I waited for him to answer, but he kept on adding details to the paper without even acknowledging my presence. "Alright then, if you're not gonna talk. I'm gonna try and sleep a bit." I laid down and sighed, my eyes still very watery and sore even after I closed them. 

"I'm drawing Bex. Not that you didn't know that already." He said, his voice close to whispering, like he almost didn't want me to hear it. One corner of my mouth went up into a faded smile. I felt another tear go down on the side of my face. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asked. I opened my eyes and looked at him and he was now done with his drawing. 

"What do you mean?" I asked, somewhat confused with the question.

"Your eyes are red and they're tearing up. What's wrong?" He said getting up to come sit on the edge of my bed, next to me. I sighed and closed my eyes again.

"They've been like this for a few days and I don't know what's wrong. I think it might be my contacts, but don't tell the others anything, I don't want them to worry. They need to concentrate on what's important." He let out a single chuckle and then sighed. 

"You're always like this and I'm over it." I heard him say and I opened one single eye to look at him. He was looking  away. 

"Like what?" I frowned. 

"You really think we don't care about you. Or that we shouldn't care about you. And I've told you a million times that you need to change your way of thinking. You're going to get your eyes checked. You can't go blind, you have to take care of me and admire my beautiful, beautiful face. I'll tell Bex to get you an appointment, do not even try to tell me not to. You're doing it, end of discussion." I chuckled and closed my eyes.

"Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm the younger one here." I said and we both spent the next few minutes in complete silence. Just when I was starting to doze off, I heard knocking on the door and I felt Jungkook get up and open the door. I opened my eyes and tilted my head a little so I could see. I noticed Bex handing the papers over to JK and the do something that only he was capable of. He got so close to her face I'm surprised she stood still and started staring at her like he would stare at a wild animal. 

"Are you wearing contacts?" I lifted my head enough to grab the pillow under it and threw it without aiming. Luckily, it hit exactly where it should've. 

"People can have blue eyes, stupid." I said slowly and sat up on the edge of my bed. I rubbed my eyes again to wipe away any tears left around them. I noticed JK grabbing the pillow and figured he was going to miss. He always did. He was good at many things but hitting a target, that was one of his few flaws. I laughed when the pillow hit the wall behind me instead.

"I know!" He said looking at me. He tried hard to look angry, but it wasn't really working. He couldn't get angry at me and I knew that. 

“Her eyes are too beautiful to be contacts. They’re yours, right?” I said, falling back on the bed. My first intention was to get up, but I knew I couldn't say that while looking at her. It was good enough that I even said something. Usually, I just avoid new people and try to avoid my anxiety as well.

"Yes." I turned around to face the wall and smiled. For some reason, I didn't want her to see me smile. No one would think this, but I was actually pretty shy when confronted with situations like this one. "I think I have a concussion." I heard her say before also hearing a loud thump and an 'oh my god' coming from Jungkook. 

I stood up, looking around confused and saw Jungkook rushing towards the chair on the other side of the room. I followed him and saw she had fallen down unconscious. I ran my hand through my hair trying to think of what to do.  

"Go get the my phone from the bed and dial #1. It's our doctor, he's my speed dial." He rushed to the bed and I watched him fumble with my phone until he finally managed to dial the number and press the phone to his ear while motioning me to pick her up and lay her on the bed, which I did. I lifted up her head and placed a pillow under it. "Can you go and let the others know what happened? I'll stay here with her until the doctor comes." Jungkook nodded and left the room looking down. 

I was worried he got scared again. For a 19 year old, he sure got scared a lot. I couldn't stand seeing him like that. I grabbed the chair from the desk and moved it next to the bed. I sat down and let my head fall into my hands. My eyes were still not okay. I was trying really hard not to freak out and I kept telling myself that she was fine. I heard the door open and I lifted my head to look at the guys. They all came storming in. 

"Are you okay?" Tae came behind me and squeezed my shoulder. 

"Yeah, I just can't shake the feeling that this was my fault." 

"That little accident couldn't have caused this, come on. Don't beat yourself up over this. The doctor will come and she'll be fine. Don't worry too much about it." Namjoon took a step ahead and stood in front of me looking confused. 

"What accident?" He asked. 

"Doesn't really matter anymore." I said slowly and got up. "You guys wait for the doctor and make sure she's alright, okay? I need some air. Oh, and tell her that I need to talk to her when she's better. I gotta go." I rushed towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you go--" I slammed the door behind me and left. --------------------------------------------------------

Bexley's P.O.V

2 hours later

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. My head felt like I'd been in a coma for months and my headache agreed with that feeling. I was cold and I couldn't remember absolutely anything that had happened before I fell asleep. I sat up and quickly became extremely confused when I saw my surroundings. That wasn't my room. I turned around and saw the 6 guys staring at me, each from a different part of the room.

"Oh, my god! Can you guys be creepier than that?" Their faces relaxed and they all flashed a smile. Jin came towards me and handed me a glass of water.

"Drink this. The doctor said you were extremely dyhidrated and that's why you fainted." I hardly swallowed the water in my mouth and looked at him even more flustered.

"I fainted?!" Jin nodded and waited until I finished the glass to take it away. Namjoon came and sat next to me on the bed. They all looked genuinely concerned. 

"When's the last time you slept? Your body is exhausted." 

"Like 2 minutes ago." I chuckled, but none of them seemed to taste that joke because they remained serious. "I am fine! Seriously! I'll go drink a gallon of water and take a nap and I'll be fine. You guys don't forget that you're starting your schedule tomorrow. Please be in time to practice. I don't want people to think I'm slacking off. Don't forget to eat dinner too." I playfully slapped Namjoon's back before getting up to leave. I smiled at all of them again until I realized someone wasn't there. Jimin wasn't in the room. 

"Where's Jimin at?" I asked, trying to hide my sudden disappointment. They all exchanged looks and Tae decided to speak before anyone else. 

"He left. We don't know where he went. He was here when you passed out and he feels guilty. He thinks it's because of the hit you took to your head, so he blames himself. But he did say to tell you that he wants to talk to you about something." I suddenly remembered his comment about my eyes right before I fell. I nodded and left the room, decided to go straight home and do as I said. I really didn't want to go through all that again. I left their house and looked at the sun that was about to set. The sky was a pretty mixture of pink and violet. I went past the swing and stopped when I noticed something. Jimin was laying down on it, eyes closed, listening to music. Time for payback. 

I went closer and slapped his chest slowly. He didn't even flinch. He took out his earphones, sitting up and scooting over so I could sit next to him on the swing. 

"Nice try, but I saw you get out of the house." He said, looking up at the sky. He looked stressed but relieved, at the same time.  "Are you okay?" He turned his haid and looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"Do I not look okay? Could I have slapped you earlier if I wasn't okay? Sometimes I just forget to eat... or sleep. Stop stressing out so much." We both laughed and he returned his eyes to the beautiful sky. 

"Stop pretending that you don't like me stressing out over you." He said, playfully. I stared at his side profile. 

"I do." He laughed, thinking I was messing with him. 

"I was joking." He said, studying with his eyes one of the flowers growing next to the swing. 

"I wasn't." I said closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. I liked the feeling of the afternoon sun warming up my face. Also, I really didn't want to see his reaction. I felt his hands grab mine and he squeezed it before intertwining his fingers with mine. 

"Wait." I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Tae said you wanted to talk to me about something. What is it?" He laughed and looked away.

"I... I need you to make me an appointment to the doctor." He looked at me and shrugged and we both started laughing. 

"I really ruined the moment, didn't I?" I said. 

"Yep, yes, you really did." I let my head fall on his shoulder.

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Chapter 2

Bexley's P.O.V

I was sitting on the bed, taking everything in. Once again, I hadn't had the chance to properly talk to all the boys yet. Their schedule was an unorganized mess. They were always practising and when they weren't, they were either sleeping or somewhere out. I never managed to meet all of them. Today was the day I had to move into the guest house. I took most of my stuff from the apartment I had rented, leaving the things I no longer needed. 

In the meantime, I had done all possible research on the group, from their debut up to the present and I wasn't exactly shocked when I remembered watching their early videos with my sister. I knew a little bit about each of the boys and I was surprised I hadn't properly met the leader of the group yet. The guest house I was going to live in for the next two years was bigger than I had expected, beautifully painted and decorated. If I looked out through the window I could see the huge front yard of the main house, the one the boys lived in. The yard was a green paradise, almost like a park, having a beautiful white swing in the center. White and red flowers all around it. I started thinking about how easy it would be to get lost there. Not literally lost, but spiritually. You would be overwhelmed by the nature right away.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone knocking on my front door. I put on my slippers and rushed to open the door.

"Hey! Can we come in?" Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook were waiting at the door.

"Sure." I moved aside to let them get in and closed the door behind them. 

"I think I didn't get the chance to properly introduce myself. I'm Namjoon a.k.a Rap Monster, the leader of BTS. This is Jin" he said, showing the brown-haired smiling guy on his right, "he's the oldest member. And this is Jungkook, our maknae." he said, this time showing the baby-faced guy on his left. I smiled back and introduced myself.

"I'm Bexley, but you guys can call me Bex. I'll be taking care of you from now on. But on that note, please take care of me while I'm here." I said, bowing respectfully. "Do you guys know where the other members are? I really need to talk to you all in order to plan exactly what I want to do next." 

"We don't, but we'll find them for you, don't worry. We have a conference room in our house. We'll all be there in about half an hour. Thank you for choosing to work with us and we hope we won't disappoint you." Jungkook said, smiling casually. I nodded and watched them leave. 

That half an hour really flew by while I took a shower and ate some snacks I found in the kitchen. I left the house with exactly five minutes to spare and enjoyed the walk through the yard all the way to the main house. I didn't know if I should go in or knock and wait for someone to come, so I knocked once and entered the house without waiting for a response. 

Across from the main entrance there was a spiral staircase that went up to the first and second floors. They had photos of themselves everywhere. Individual portraits and group photos. I walked up to one to see it up close. They were all laying on a bed. It looked like a photoshoot. I touched the frame and traced my finger across the patterns. All of a sudden something touched my shoulder and I jumped forward banging my head against the picture frame. I instantly grabbed my forehead with my hand and rubbed it, trying to make the sharp pain go away. 

"That's an instant headache." I said, turning around to see Jimin staring at me with the biggest eyes I have ever seen. "Oh, hey there!" I said, flashing a forced smile. 

"I'm so sorry! I really scared you. And hurt you, apparently, God. Why am I always like this?!" He said, frustrated. It was obvious that he wanted to do something, but he was too polite to touch me. So he just stood still, making a very adorable 'sorry' face.

"Don't worry about it. It's my fault. I came in without knocking." I took my hand away from my forehead and his eyes became even bigger -something that I thought was impossible-. He pointed at my head and I looked at my fingers, noticing that I was bleeding. I had scratched my forehead and now I was bleeding. Sometimes I really wondered if someone had cursed me as a baby. 

"Can you tell me where the bathroom is? I'll go wash this off and I'll be right with you guys." 

"No way." He said, very serious, still watching me carefully.

"Okay, then I'll go wash this off in my bathroom and I'll be right there--"

"No. I mean you're not just 'washing it off'. That can get infected." 

"Oh, come on! It's not like I live in a dungeon. Really, it's fine. I won't die from this." I said, laughing slowly. I tried to go past him, but he grabbed my arm and squeezed it, still not saying anything. I looked at him waiting, but he was just watching me. After a few moments, he started walking, dragging me along with him. I wanted to protest, but I knew it was useless. He took me to the kitchen and started looking around the cabinets for something. 

"Can you sit on the table?" I looked at him clueless, thinking I started to imagine things. "So I can reach your forehead..." He pointed at my head again and waited patiently. I jumped back on the table and watched him pull a first aid kit out of the cabinet. 

"You guys keep the first aid kit in the kitchen?" I laughed and he smiled nervously. 

"Put 7 guys in a kitchen together and ask them to cook, you will need more than one first aid kit. We're kind of reckless." He put the first aid kit down and opened it, taking out a cotton swab which he dipped in sterile water. He walked over and stopped for a few seconds before coming closer and leaning in his head to look clearly at my forehead. If you think I wasn't breathing at that moment, you're right. I wasn't. I stopped the moment I saw him in front of me. 

"Ouch!" I said and he immediately took away his hand and stepped back. I started laughing. He shot me a serious look before he started smiling, realizing that I was just messing with him. He wiped the rest of my wound and pulled out a small band aid. I did that on purpose, because I was running out of air. 

"Hey, did you see--" Tae came rushing in and he stopped when he saw me sitting on the table. "What's... going on?" Jimin started speaking in korean, not facing him and I waited until he finally put the band aid over my scratch so I could get off that table and start breathing again. "Are you okay?" Tae asked me, concerned. I nodded my head as a yes.

"Can we go to the conference room? I've been waiting to talk to you guys." 

"Sure. Come on." Tae started walking in front of me, but Jimin stayed behind a few more seconds before I heard his footsteps behind me. When we entered the room, they were all waiting for us. I asked them to sit down and I stayed at the top of the table, so I could see them all. 

"I'm not gonna keep you more than a few minutes. Okay, so, from what I've seen, you guys don't really have much of a schedule, which is not good for the long run or for you. You need to properly balance everything you do in order to succeed and be healthy and happy. So I am going to make you a schedule for practice, meals, sleep and so on. Don't worry, I am a workaholic, but I'm not crazy. I know your limits. I won't exaggerate, I promise." They all nodded in agreement. 

"We used to have clear schedules, but that kind of got ruined when we ended up without a manager. Thank you for taking care of us. It might not seem like it yet, but we really appreciate it." Namjoon said while the other guys listened carefully to his words, some nodding while other simply just looked around. "You can work on it here. You have everything you need. We'll be around the house. You can come give us the schedule after you finish it. Our rooms are on the next floor. We have our names on the door." -----------------------------------------

It might sound weird, but working on the computer really made me remember my father. He died when I was 10 and I could barely remember anything about him. The only memories I had of him were when he was working and I would barge into his office. He would yell at me, but I wouldn't care. Now, over  15 years later I was really glad I'd done that. At least I could remember something. He wasn't completely gone. His famous words that my mom always threw in my face - I couldn't remember him say any of that. All I knew is what my mother kept telling me - that he used to give me life advice, but I was obviously too little to remember or understand any of it. 

I started the printer and printed out 7 copies of the practice schedule I had put together. For some reason, I was really starting to get sick and somewhat dizzy. I figured it might've been the sudden memories of my father playing in my head. I climbed the rest of the stairs to the second floor and noticed the wodden doors which were all uniquely decorated. I went closer only to notice something that I absolutely hated seeing. I slapped my legs in frustration. "They should have mentioned that the names are written in hangul. I swear someone cursed me as a baby." I said frustrated and decided to just go into the first room I saw. I knocked on the door and waited this time, until Jungkook opened it and stepped aside, letting me come in. I handed him the papers and he took them. Just when I thought he was going to turn around and go back to his desk, he took two steps forward, leaning his head forwards and staring at my face.

"Are you wearing contacts?" He said, still not backing away. A pillow came flying my way, but hit his head instead and he turned around, getting ready to throw it right back at the person. Jimin sat up from the bed and rubbed his eyes. 

"People can have blue eyes, stupid." He said, his voice raspy. I figured he was trying to sleep, but obviously wasn't. Jungkook threw the pillow aiming for his head, but missed, hitting the wall behind him instead. 

"I know!" he said while Jimin started laughing at his failed attempt to fight back. 

"Her eyes are too beautiful to be contacts. They're yours, right?" Jimin stated, falling back on the bed. 

"Yes." was all I could say. Not only because I was overwhelmed by the whole situation, but for some reason the room was spinning. I grabbed the edge of a chair near me when my vision started getting blurry. "I think I... have... a concussion."

Everything went black and I fell.

[the-unspoken-rules-ff]

Chapter 1

Bexley's P.O.V

I looked up at the giant building  growing in front of my eyes and sighed taking a moment to remind myself why I was there in the first place.

I often liked to call myself 'a lost and hopeless goldfish in the Pacific Ocean'. It's kind of weird comparing myself to a fish, but that's exactly what I was. A minion-sized american girl in South Korea. Isolated and definitely lost, because I had no idea if the building I was staring at was the one I had been looking for for aproximately 3 hours. Most of the buildings looked the same and the fact that BigHit Entertainment had decided to only use hangul and no english whatsoever didn't help either. My korean reading skills were those of a three year old kid. Sometimes even I asked myself how I had survived for a whole year there. 

I looked around hoping I would see someone coming out or entering the building, but there was  absolutely no one. The weather was so gloomy and gross, I wasn't even surprised no one would want to come out. I closed my eyes for two seconds and put my thoughts in order. You would think as a manager I'd be better at doing all the conversational stuff. But my severe social anxiety was never playing. Unfortunately, my job wasn't one where I could just quit whenever. Not that I wanted to. I just wished it would be easier. 

I started walking forward with my serious face on. Nothing could stop me now. Or so I thought, until I reached the front door and security stopped me. There was a very tall man whose body looked like the trunk of a hundred-year-old tree blocking my path. I tried to go around him but he moved again in front of me. He carefully analyzed my face and asked me somthing in korean. That was the moment that I hated the most. Language barriers were the worst. 

"I'm here to speak to the C.E.O. He knows me. We spoke on the phone." The guy obviously had no idea what I had just said because he started speaking in korean again, angrily motioning for me to get out. In moments like those I really wanted to bang my head against a wall. I looked around and my eyes stopped on a guy sitting on a sofa in the hallway. He looked familiar to me, but I couldn't put a name to the face. He was looking at us with his eyes half closed clearly enjoying the music he was listening to. In my head I was desperately praying he would get up and come help me somehow, but he didn't seem to have any intention to do so. That's when I started doing something I had got very good at since I arrived in Korea a year ago. Expressing what I wanted with my body. 

"I" I said touching my chest with my palm, "want to speak" I put my hand in front of my mouth and started flapping it like there was no tomorrow "with the C.E.O" I tried to imitate a potentially old and fat guy walking around the building, showing him the surroudings at the same time. Laughing. Someone was laughing at my tragic attempt to explain what I was looking for. I looked at the security guy, but he was still his angry self, staring at me without any remaining pacience. Then I remembered the guy on the couch. I turned around to see he had multiplied into 3 gorgeous human beings who were all laughing at me. My face was progressively getting more red with each second.

"Oh, come on! There has to be one of you who understands me, otherwise you wouldn't laugh at me." I said, frustrated. They all stopped laughing and looked at me with intense eyes. I noticed they all had very defined, beautiful features. They also had different colored hair, which made it easier for me to remember their faces clearly. Just in case I needed to do that. One of the guys, sitting in the middle got up and walked up to the security guy telling him something. The security guy then looked at me for the last time and left, going back to his seat next to the front door. The guy then turned around to go back to his friends. 

"The C.E.O is on floor five. There's an elevator near those stairs. He's in a meeting though, so you might have to wait a bit. You can stay here with us, but I can't promise that these guys will talk to you. " I started walking behind him and took a seat on the sofa next to theirs, trying to respect their private space as much as possible. "Oh, and by the way, we all understand you. We just don't really talk to new people much. I'm Tae. That's Yoongi and that's Hoseok." I looked at them and they each flashed me a bright smile before returning their attention to their phones. 

"I'm Bexley, but people call me Bex. I'm Kim Nari's manager. She's a young solo artist who just debuted and she's supposed to do a stage performance with someone from this company. That's why I'm here to talk to the C.E.O" Yoongi looked up quickly and stared at me for a few moments before speaking. "No offence, but I thought you were a high school student or something. You're a manager?" I nodded, smiling politely. 

"I get that a lot, no worries." 

"Well, I'm going to practice. You guys coming?" Tae asked, punching Yoongi's leg playfully. 

"Not now. We're going to get something to eat. We'll see you later though." Hoseok spoke finally. They all had amazingly unique voices. It fascinated me how everything about them was so perfect.

"You want to come up with me? I'll show you where the office is. " 

"Sure." I got up and waved the two guys goodbye before following Tae to the elevator. We both got in and once again I tried to stay in the opposite corner so he doesn't feel unconfortable. I didn't know if I should say something or not. I kept trying to remember who they were. I knew for sure they were a group, but I couldn't remember the name or where I had seen them before. Internally, every part of me was screaming because I knew these guys were for sure a group I should have remembered. I could feel the fact that they were a pretty big deal. The elevator stopped on the fifth floor and I rushed to get out, but stopped immediately when I saw someone waiting to get in. Yet another face I could definitely recognize. And damn, what a face. He was perfect. His skin was impecable, his pink hair was beautifully messy and his face was angelic. He moved his eyes from Tae to me and then to Tae again with a confused look. He moved aside and we stepped out. Tae said something in korean and I figured he explained to him what was going on. He nodded and then looked at me and smiled. My heart was suddenly pounding and I smiled shyly.

Hi! I'm Park Jimin." He bowed slowly and I bowed back in respect. We looked in each other's eyes for about five seconds until I realized I hadn't even told him my name. 

"I'm Bex." I said, still fixating my eyes on his face. For some reason, I hadn't even heard Tae speak when I realized he wasn't next to me anymore. I saw him walking down the corridor and smiled at Jimin one more time before waving goodbye. I turned around and bit my lip nervously. I had come here for work and now I was more interested in who these mysterious guys were than anything else. For the first time in my life, I had forgotten that work comes first. I catched up to Tae when he stopped in front of the last door of the corridor. Once again, only hangul letters on the plaque above the massive door.

"Here it is. It was nice to meet you. I gotta go practice. Good luck."

"Thanks." I watched him walk away for a few seconds before taking a deep breath. No turning back now. I knocked on the door and waited until someone said something in korean. I was hoping they told me to come in, even though of course, I couldn't understand. Just as I was expecting, a massive guy was sitting in the leather chair across from the door. He looked up from his paperwork and smiled. He recognized me immediately.

"Miss Young. Sit down." I did as told and gathered all the guts I had to start speaking. 

"I assume you know, Mr. Kim, that we spoke on the phone. You told me to come talk to you in person about Nari. I know that you would be risking a lot by letting her performe, but I can absolutely assure you that there is nothing you need to worry about. She has been training since she was four years old. She has amazing vocal abilities and she can play the piano and the guitar. This performance would be an amazing kick-off for her career." 

"I appreciate your passion for what you do Miss Young. However, miss Nari is not why I asked you to come see me." I look at him with a little confusion in my eyes, waiting for him to explain. "The chances are that exactly when you contacted me, one of my most successful boy groups ended up without a manager. They're practising hard for their comeback, but they're in desperate need of a manager. I'd like to offer you a job." He pushed a file in front of me. 

CONTRACT

I read the title multiple times before looking back at him.

"You don't have to give me an answer right now. Take some time and read the contract. If you decide you want to do this, you can come back right away and sign it. You would start tomorrow." I picked it up.

"Alright. I'll think about it and get back to you." I got up and left his office. I went down the hallway and looked out of a huge window. The streets were as busy as always. I started reading the contract. He sure was offering me more money than I had ever dreamed of earning. A two year contract like that didn't sound bad at all. But what about Nari? She kind of hated me anyway, but still, could I just abandon her like that? 

I took out my phone and dialed my mom's number. She was the only one I could trust to help me with decisions in life. She picked up right away. 

"Hey, are you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hey, mom? I need your opinion on something. So I just got offered what could be the best job of my life. The C.E.O that I was supposed to talk to about Nari offered me a job as a manager of one of his groups. It sounds amazing. Should I take it?" 

"That's a tough question, love. I can't decide for you. But remember what your father used to always say: If your heart is telling you one thing--"

"And your mind is telling you another, before you decide anything you must decide whether you have a better head or a better heart. I know, mom. Thanks. I'll talk to you later and tell you what's up. Bye." I sighed. I looked up. Please let me be right about this, God. ----------------------------------------------------- 2 days later

I stared at the black ink on the paper. There really was no going back now. I had explained everything to Nari and to my surprise, she already had someone else to take my place. No one could mess with that girl's determination to win in life. 

The C.E.O wasn't surprised when I showed up, telling me that somehow he knew in his heart that I would come 'and save his boys'. He looked at his secretary and told her something I couldn't understand and then back at me.

"You should meet the boys now. They're in the conference room. You know you're gonna move in the guest house, right? You need to be close to them at all times. It's policy." 

"Yeah, I got that part." 

"Alright, my assistant will accompany you there and will explain what's going on to the boys. Don't worry. You'll be well taken care of. Welcome to BigHit." He said, smiling widely after he finished talking. 

"Thank you." 

I followed the assistent to the conference room and we both went in. Seven beautiful and confused faces stared back at me. I tried to keep my calm while realising something I had been oblivious to all this time. How could I not realise that the boys I had met and the boys I was going to basically live with were the same people?! Tae, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin all exchanged looks before smiling at me. The other three looked as confused as anyone would be. 

Great.