"I'm sorry," Yoongi apologized. "For breaking your laptop,"

I covered my face with my hands as I was shaking my head.

"I just felt like that I need to protect Jimin, but—"

"Wait, what?" Hoseok asked, cutting Yoongi off, widening his eyes, giving him a death glare. "So, now you want to protect him, huh?"

"I didn't mean anything!" Yoongi tried to convince him, but he wasn't listening. Hoseok picked up a vase, aiming for Yoongi's head as he was taking some steps backwards. "Just stay right where you are! I have a baseball bat, you know?"

"Oh, really?" Hoseok frowned, still walking towards him, "Are you threatening me?"

Yoongi was about to scare Hoseok, but he accidently hit his head with the baseball bat, and that was when I gulped after I had seen the anger in his eyes.

"Did he just hit me?" Hoseok asked, still aiming the vase at Yoongi's head, causing him to gulp.

I had to stop them, so I joined their argument. "HEY!" I shouted, "THAT VASE IS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM—" But, Hoseok cut me off by throwing the vase at Yoongi. Fortunately, he missed, but it broke by hitting the wall. "FROM MY GRANDMA!" I quickly added, after seeing the broken pieces of the vase all over the floor, I screamed.

Yoongi and Hoseok stared at each other, then they both switched their glances at me, and before waiting for my next reaction, they ran downstairs.

"Today is the worst day of your life," Jimin broke the silence. "Am I right?"

I sat beside him on the bed, "Why are they breaking my stuff?"

"If you're sad only because of your plate, your laptop and that creepy birthday present from your grandma, I gotta say that I'll buy them for you," Namjoon said. "The dusty creepy vase," He whispered, clear enough for me to hear.

"Don't forget about his favorite glass," Jimin added, causing all of us to turn our faces at Taehyung.

"What? Why are you staring at me like this?" Taehyung asked, letting a breath out. "As I've said before, it was an accident!"

"I'm used to it," I said, lying down on the bed. "But, I still hate it,"

Taehyung walked closer to Jimin, because Jimin had something to say to him. He whispered, but we couldn't hear him.

Taehyung chuckled, "Seokjin?" He helped Jimin to stand up, "I think you shouldn't lay down on that part of your bed, you know?"

"Why?" I asked, still lying down on the bed. "I'm tired, so let me die in peace,"

"Actually," Taehyung said, pushing Jimin towards the bedroom door, wanting him to leave the bedroom. "You're dying on the place where Jimin has peed,"

I quickly jumped out of the bed, seeing Taehyung running downstairs as he was holding Jimin's hands.

I looked at Namjoon like a lost puppy, "Do I smell too bad?"

Namjoon nodded, "Like shit,"

I was about to cry because of the bad things that kept happening to me. I've never hated my life like this before. Guess what? Because of these 6 dudes, I'm starting to hate myself, too.

Namjoon and I could hear a lot of noise as we were upstairs. Where do they get all this energy from? Can't they just sit down somewhere, trying to talk like normal people? Why do they have to be like this? Why do they act like kids?

"Let's see what they're doing," I said, shaking my head. "Even though I know I'm going to regret this,"

"Give them a chance," Namjoon said, and I shrugged.

We walked out of the bedroom together, seeing Jimin running around the house as Jungkook was chasing him, trying to film all these moments with his cellphone. "I'm going live on Instagram!" Jungkook said, still chasing Jimin.

Yoongi was drinking as he was sitting on the couch, having Hoseok lying down on his lap, without giving a shit to what has been happening around him.

Taehyung found the tapes, trying to attach the pieces of the plate he once broke. "Why isn't it working?" He asked, noticing Namjoon and I still standing upstairs, then he waved at us, "Do you have any glues?"

Hoplessly, I turned my face at Namjoon, "Have you said something about giving them a chance?"

Namjoon started to rub the back of his head, chuckling.

"SEOKJIN," Jimin shouted, still running around the house, trying to escape from Jungkook. "I NEED SOME PANTS!"

"You're too small to fit it his pants," Jungkook said, still chasing Jimin as it was getting harder for him to breath. "Why don't you stop running? I've already filmed these sweet moments!"

"I hate you, Jungkook!" Jimin said, running towards the bathroom, locking himself up as Jungkook was punching on the door, wanting him to open it, but Jimin wasn't listening. "HOLY MUSHROOMS!" After a few seconds, Jimin freaked out, still in the bathroom. "I've just reached 7K followers on Instagram, and I'm receiving DMs non-stop!"

"What are they saying?" Yoongi asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"For a second, stop caring for him," Hoseok said, rolling his eyes. "PLEASE!"

"Jealous," Taehyung muttered, clear enough for them to hear.

"Did you say something?" Hoseok asked, sitting up on the couch beside Yoongi.

Jimin opened the bathroom door, having a sad expression on his face. "They're wondering whether they've mistaken me with Mowgli from the Jungle Book or not,"

Namjoon started laughing, but when I slowly turned my face at him, he stopped, instead, he started to cough. "Sorry,"

"Oh my god," Taehyung pointed his finger at Jimin. "You seriously do look like Mowgli!"

"Who cares?" Jungkook asked, continuing taking pictures of Jimin. "I'm going to share them on my Instagram, anyway," He winked. "Don't worry, I won't forget to tag you,"

I didn't know what to say, or even what to do. I was just wondering why the hell on earth they're still in my house. Do I have to kick them out?

I sighed, "Someday," I said, walking back to my bedroom as Namjoon was watching me. "I'll choke myself,"

Suddenly, somebody pushed me, causing me to fall backwards on the bed right on the place where Jimin has peed, then he placed his hands on my throat, trying to choke me.

"J-Jungk-kook," I tried to speak as it was getting harder for me to breath. "W-What are y-you doin—"

"You told us that you're gonna choke yourself," Jungkook playfully said, cutting me off. "I'm just granting your wish!" He held his cellphone in front of my face, trying to take pictures. "Oh my god, my followers are going to love these posts!"

I don't know how, but somebody hit Jungkook's head with the baseball bat, causing him to faint on me, not letting me to make a move. Soon, I realized that it was Yoongi. "Well," He said, letting a breath out. "He was annoying," By hearing this, an evil smile appeared on Hoseok's face.

Jimin ran towards us, grabbing the cellphone out of Jungkook's hand. "Phew!" He took a deep breath. "Now, It's easier for me to delete all of his posts,"

"But, his cellphone is locked," Taehyung said, looking down at Jungkook's cellphone that was in Jimin's hands. "And you don't know his password,"

"I do!" Yoongi suddenly said, then Hoseok's evil smile faded away. "Don't look at me like that, he trusts me more than any of you, okay?"

"Whatever," Hoseok replied, rolling his eyes. "Give us his password,"

"I don't think that you're gonna like it," Yoongi chuckled, "First, I think you need to cover your ears,"

"Why would I even do that?" Hoseok asked, smiling as if he was forced to give us a fake smile. "I don't care about his stupid—"

"HOEseok," Yoongi said, cutting him off. "It's Jungkook's password,"

Hoseok started to blink continuously, and he just froze. Everybody started to laugh at Jungkook's password, but Hoseok was the only one who was trying his best in order to control himself not to explode.

Jungkook started snoring as he was still lying down on my body. "NAMJOON?" I shouted out his name as I was still laying on the bed.

He rushed towards me as he was afraid of my next move, because he was sure that I'm going to scream. "What?"

"DO NOT NEVER EVER AGAIN THROW A BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR ME!"

To be continued...

[A/N]
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