~Yoongi's POV~

  I slowly raised my eyes as I heard a pounding on mine and Seokjin's door. God, that annoying sound better quit soon or else I'm throwing hands with the person who's being blocked out by it.

  "Wake up!" I hear Joon say.

  Jin jumps up fast to open the door, revealing Namjoon's dimpled smile, wearing his white and blue pajamas topped off with Jin's old bunny slippers that he used to cherish. For some reason he gave them to Joon, who had been complaining about not having any to wear around the house, and he had kept the white bunny shoes ever since then.

  "What time is it?" Jin asked, stealing the question I was about to ask.

  "It's eight. We needed an early start to exchange roommates today." Joon smiled, walking back towards the living room area. Oh yeah, I forgot about our meeting last night. The one I slept through, that is.

  I stood up very slowly to reveal my red pajama pants and loose black shirt. I stepped into the living room where the other members had already been standing in a half circle, and I went to join them.

  "There are three numbers." Namjoon started to explain. "There's two number ones, two number twos and three number threes. We will all choose one and then move our items to our new rooms together, got it?" He asked.

  "Got it." I heard Taehyung and Hoseok say as the others merely mumbled an "okay". They were probably tired too, but not as tired as me. Who wakes somebody up early in the damn morning? I still can't even fully function by 11.

  Namjoon held out a small bowl that had a couple of pieces of papers inside of it. The papers were closed pretty tight so that nobody could see the numbers, and they were so tiny that I could barely even see them. As all of the members reached in, I followed behind, choosing the very last one at the bottom. I open up the tiny folds as I looked at the paper. I couldn't notice the writing. Oh wait, it's sideways. It has "One" written on it. Wow, couldn't they have written the number besides spelling it out? I mean, I know I'm slow, but not that slow.

  I look around at the other members to see who I had gotten roomies with. I'm happy that I didn't get the number three or else I would've cried myself to sleep being stuck with two roommates. I barely even wanted one roommate, but I'll deal with it. Beggars can't be choosers, and all I begged for was a comfortable bed to snore in.

  Taehyung yelled out "Number three!" And he looked around, looking for his roommates.

  "Three?" Jungkook cheered and then ran towards Tae, hugging him. "Roommates!"

  "Don't leave me out!" Hoseok screamed, running up to join their hug as they all smiled like idiots together.

  Well, at least they're happily together. Now that just leaves three more members to be my possible mate. Well, roommate.

  "I got number two." Jin looked over his small piece of paper with sudden hope on his face.

  "So did I." Namjoon walked over to Jin who had burst out the biggest smile ever, leaving Joon smiling along.

    Wait... that means...

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    ~Jimin's POV~

  Oh no. Please don't tell me that I'm stuck with the Min Yoongi. No No No.

  I mean, it's not a bad thing that I got Yoongi as my roommate. It's just that I'm very awkward, and he's the only one who I had not really grown to like. Actually, he kind of scares me. He always looks angry and scoffs at everyone. Just imagine him ruling over our dorm we will share. I can just imagine him being king of the place, while I, his peasant just bows down to him.

   No, I will not bow down to him.

  "Damnit." I heard Yoongi mumble as he walked into his old room and shut his door.

  Never mind, I have a feeling that I'll be forced to bow down to him anytime soon.

   He always growls like an animal every time he gets frustrated at a dance move or messing up lyrics. And every time he gets frustrated, he looks like someone had just punched him, and he was about to attack back. I can tell that he is dominant and could kick anybody's ass, no matter how short he is, but I'm just scared that I'll be the ass that gets kicked. I really can't afford to get on his bad side. Which is why I was now in the kitchen having a very meaningful conversation with Namjoon.

  "Please, please, pleaaasseee?" I begged him "Please trade numbers with me. Yoongi will eat me like a beef burrito if I don't stay out of his lane." I pouted up at him.

   "Then stay out of his lane." Joon simply said. "Besides, this is Yoongi you're talking about. You obviously don't know him too well, so just talk to him some. He's nice. Open up to him. Make new friends, Jimin." He smiled and turned his back to walk out of my sight.

   I'm so screwed.

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~Yoongi's POV~

  Is this kid stupid or something?

  Jimin just had walked into our dorm with a bag over his shoulder and a box in his hands, and as soon as he saw me just lying on my new bed, he tripped over his own feet and fell on the floor, dropping everything.

  Why the hell did he fall? He needs to pay attention where we walks.

  "Wow." He murmured, embarrassed. I walked over to him slowly and started to help him pick up his items. He looked at me like a deer in headlights, very surprised. He also looked kind of scared, but a blush appeared on his face. He looks like he just witnessed me turning into my true form, so I looked into the mirror just to see if I had. Nope, I sure didn't. So then why is this little man child so scared to see me? Did I say or do something to him in the past? I don't remember anything of that sort.

"Uh," I started to say something kind of rude but changed my mind real quick after seeing the poor boy with puppy dog looking eyes "Y-you o-okay?.." I asked him.

  Oh my God, Yoongi. Stop stuttering every time you get a chance to talk to him. Like seriously, what the hell? Where's the bad boy reputation at?

  "Y-yeah.. Sorry." Jimin said slowly, picking up a picture that had fallen out of his box. After we picked up all of his things, I helped him put them on his side of the room, and then I went back to my bed to sleep until the next time Joon would pound on my door to wake me.

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  Scratch that thought. I can't go to sleep. The smell of Jimin in the room smelt so good and strong that it was literally changing my eye color. I had to turn to face the wall just so he wouldn't notice me. I can't help my eye color changing. I usually wear contacts to hide my emotions, but right now I didn't feel like putting them on, so I just turned over and stared at the wall. Boring as hell.

  I don't know why my eye color is changing and I don't know if it's a good reason or a bad reason. All I know is that it's changing in and out from dark brown to a light golden brown color. Why the hell is it doing this? Ugh. I just need to sleep. I just need to—

  "Yoongi?" Jimin said, grabbing my shoulder to turn me around. As soon as Jimin touched me, I felt my eye color stay the golden brown, and I felt a shock and a tingle go through my right shoulder. Shit. What the hell? What's happening to me? I feel so.. weird.

  I jumped out of my bed to run into our bathroom, not caring that Jimin was just left in shock even more than I was. I had pushed him out of my way and ran away. I couldn't let him see my eye color. So, I sat in the bathroom for the rest of the night, and I had fallen asleep waiting for my eyes to change and my emotions to calm down. What the hell is this feeling?

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It's called "lOvE" baby

Sorry lol cringe.

I'm also going to see "BTS Burn The Stage" tomorrow and I've never been so excited to watch a movie!!! :)

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(August 6, 2019)