I tilted my head back, resting it against the wall behind me. It would probably be hectic once Namjoon and Jin showed up. I shut my eyes, hoping to relax before that happened. I should've known better with Jimin sitting beside me.

Not even 3 seconds after I closed my eyes, Jimin tapped my shoulder.

I opened my right eye and looked at him.

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Running a marathon," I sneered, my words dripping with sarcasm, "What does it look like I'm doing, Jimin?"

"Looks like your trying to sleep," He observed.

"Well then don't disturb me." I closed my eye, hoping he would listen to me.

Jimin, determined to bother me, tapped my shoulder once again. Lifting my head from the wall, I sighed and turned to look at the man beside me. He smiled at me as if it would stop me from getting annoyed at him. I had no doubt that it had worked for him in the past, but I wasn't as drawn in as everyone else.

Okay so maybe that was a lie. Jimin's smile is adorable and there is no denying that. How could anyone say no to that smile? The way it lights up his whole face is just beautiful. Jimin was made to smile.

But today that smile wouldn't work on me. I was running on only the short nap I had this afternoon so I was already cranky. Not to mention I could feel my anxiety slowly creeping up on me at the thought of all these people in my apartment.

I closed my eyes again, trying to reign in the feelings building in my chest. It had been awhile since my social anxiety reared its ugly head, but that was mostly because I avoided people. I only when outside when it was absolutely necessary and even then I steered clear of busy areas.

My apartment was my safe haven and now there were 3 boys in it that I hardly knew. What if they hated it? Were they judging the way it looked? Was this a mistake? Should I send them home?

I opened my eyes and cam face to face with Jimin's brown eyes. I looked into them, searching for any trace of judgement. I found none though, only happiness and some emotion I wasn't quite ready to deal with yet. I feel some of my anxiety melting away as I look into the beautiful orbs in front of me.

Jimin smiles shyly and turns away, my staring catching him off guard.

I clear my throat, trying to break the tension between us. It seems to have worked because Jimin turns back towards me.

"Let's get to know each other," he blurts out, taking me by surprise.

"Ex-excuse me?"

"Taehyung told me that we know nothing about each other." He scoots so he's directly in front of me, staring intently at me. "So let's fix that. Who knows," a flirtatious smile lifts his lips, "you might fall for me even more than you already have."

He winks at me and I start to laugh.

"Oh yeah. I've fallen so hard, alright," I joked, my words only causing him to smile more.

"I knew it," he replied before continuing on, "So let's start with the basic stuff shall we? What's your favorite color?"

"White," I state, deciding to play along with him for now.

"White? Does that even really count as a favorite color?" he questions before moving on, "Well whatever then. White's pretty cool. Mine is light blue."

I nod, trying to picture the color in my mind. I had come across light blue earlier while I was researching. It looked like the sky, a truly beautiful color. I could understand why he would choose it as his favorite.

"Any siblings?" Jimin asked, continuing with his interrogation.

"Older brother." I say, refusing to go any deeper into talk of my family. It was too complicated.

"I have a brother, too! He's younger though," Jimin says, smiling at the thought of his brother.

"Favorite food?"

"Meat, meat, and more meat," I reply, my words causing Jimin to smile. "What are you smiling at?"

"Oh, it's nothing. We just have something in common, that's all. My favorite food is also meat," he gushed, his happiness showing in his words.

"Well it's a common favorite. Even Namjoon's favorite food is meat."

Although I tried to discourage his excitement, the smile never left his face. Jimin continued to pester me with questions, his grin only growing wider when he discovered something we had in common. With every new bit of information I gave him, his eyes shone brighter and brighter.

"Okay, now what's your ideal type of-"

Jimin's question was cut off by the sound of a knock at the door.

I stood, brushing off the back of my pants. I heard Jimin stand to follow me as I walked to the front door, opening it to reveal Namjoon and Jin. Arms stacked high with groceries, Namjoon had to look around them to see me, almost dropping an onion in the process. I looked to Seok-jin, who had bags hanging on each arm.

"He broke the bags didn't he?"

Sighing, Seok-jin looked at me, not even having to answer my question.

"It wasn't my fault." He stepped past me, Jin following behind him as they made their way to the kitchen, Jimin and I trailing behind them.

"Joonie, you got the bag caught on the door. That is the definition of "your fault"." Jin sighed, setting his bags down on my counter, the plastic rustling with his movements.

"Well if they would make stronger bags, this wouldn't be a problem." Namjoon's face was growing red from Jin's use of his nickname, so he turned away to place his share of the groceries on the table.

"You brought an awful lot of stuff, Jin." I observed all the bags of stuff he brought in. "What do you plan on making with all this?"

"Japchae," he answers, pulling the ingredients from their bags.

"Oh, Tae loves Japchae," Jimin pipes up from behind me, suddenly drawing the two means attention to him.

"Oh, hello, Jimin. I didn't notice you." Seok-jin walked over to him, his broad shoulders seeming even wider when standing beside the small man. "I don't think we got to be introduced last time. I'm Seok-jin. I'm a friend of Yoongi and Namjoon's boyfriend."

They bowed and shook hands, Jimin smiling up at the older male.

"I'm Jimin," he states.

"Oh I know, Yoongi has told us all about you," Jin informs him, sending me a little smirk.

At his words, Jimin turns to look at me, one of his eyebrows raising in surprise.

"Oh has he now?" He walks a few steps closer to me before leaning in to whisper in my ear. His breath stirring my hair and causing goosebumps to break out over my skin. "You talk about me, huh?"

Hearing the satisfaction in his voice, I could've kicked Seok-jin right then and there. Unfortunately, I needed his help with dinner so it would have to wait.

"I told them who you are and how you so rudely slammed into me the other night." I took a few steps back, needing more space between us.

At the reminder of our first meeting, Jimin's cockiness faltered.

"I really am sorry about that, hyung. I should've been watching where I was going. It was an accident." A familiar look gleamed in his eyes. "It was a happy accident though. I literally fell for you right at that moment."

I groaned and I knew my face was turning red.

"How is it that you can always find a chance to flirt? One second you're apologizing, the next you're flirting, I don't get it."

"Can't miss a single opportunity or else you might forget my true intentions," he states, winking at me.

"Okay, okay. Love-birds that's enough of that." Seok-jin moved to stand in between us, grabbing my arm. "As interesting as this conversation is, I need Yoongi's help with dinner. You guys are just a distraction, now shoo."

Namjoon laughs at his boyfriend's dismissal, but follows the order, pulling Jimin along behind him.

"You guys are so cute," Jin teases.

"No we're not," I mumble, grabbing the ingredients to start the japchae.

Soon we were both too engrossed in our roles to have much small talk, only exchanging words to direct the other until dinner was ready.

When the food was done, we laid it out on my table and called the rest of the group in to sit. I sat at one end of the table, Namjoon at the other end. Taehyung and Jungkook sat to my left while Jimin and Jin sat to my right. After saying our thanks, we all dug in.

"I love japchae," Taehyung exclaimed.

"You're such a good cook, Jin-Hyung." Jungkook praised.

"Hey now, I helped too," I said, hoping to get praised as well.

"Yes, yes, Yoongi. You are a fantastic cook as well," Namjoon says, appeasing me.

"Thank you," I say proudly.

We continue to eat, making idle chit chat between bites. Most of it consists of Jin slipping into mom mode and reminding the younger boy not to talk with their mouth's full.

When we're almost finished, my phone dings from inside my pocket. At the sound, I see Namjoon look over to me, his eyes apologetic.

Why's he looking at me like that?

H: Hi Yoongi-Hyung! It's Hoseok, I got your number from Namjoon. I hope that's okay!

Me: Hi

H: What are you doing? :)

Me: Having dinner with Namjoon and Seok-jin. What are you doing?

H: Nothing much...

I pull my phone out and see a text from an unknown number. I open the message and glare at Namjoon, knowing exactly what the look in his eyes is for now.

If my legs were longer, I would've kicked Namjoon under the table. Instead I made due by giving him death glares.

It wasn't long before the others noticed our silent exchange, already curious after the multiple pings from my phone.

"What's going on?" Jin asked, looking at Namjoon, worry coloring his features.

"Yeah, Namjoon," I sneer, "why don't you tell them what's going on?"

Namjoon coughed, uncomfortable at being put on the spot. "I may or may not have given Hoseok Yoongi's number."

At his admission, Jimin's face grew dark.

"Oh, is that what you told me about-"

I was distracted from Jin's words as my phone pinged again, showing me I had another message.

H: Looking to schedule that personal tour ;) When are you free?

Me: Never.

H: Playing hard to get are we? ;)

Me: Absolutely not.

H: Come on, hyung!

Me: Will you leave me alone if I say yes?

H: Sure Sure :)

Me: Fine. How does tomorrow afternoon sound?

I sighed, already dreading tomorrow. Hoseok seemed nice enough, but he didn't exactly try to hide the fact that he was flirting with me. And he had so much energy. It made me feel tired just looking at him.

My phone pinged once again, alerting me to a new message from the eager man.

H: YAYYY! :)

H: How's one sound? We can meet at the coffee shop across the street from the company building?

Me: Fine fine.

H: Great :D

H: See you tomorrow!

H: *selfie*

H: Little gift for you ;)

Me: Goodnight Hoseok.

I set the phone down on the table, forgetting to lock it.

Jimin's eyes landed on the last picture Hoseok has sent me, his eyes darkening.

"So what did he want?" Namjoon inquired, his voice hinting his hesitation at asking me anything right now.

I opened my mouth to answer when Jimin cut me off, his bitter words filling the room.

"Apparently, Yoongi-hyung has a date tomorrow." He takes a sip of his water. Standing, he bows to Jin and Namjoon, thanking them for the dinner before storming out, slamming my front door behind him.