"Sure." I nodded. I got up and left Yoongi and Somi so I could talk to Jimin. I feel like I know what he's going to say. My heart was beating faster as I approached him. Stop it, stupid heart.

He took me to his room and closed the door. He stayed quiet for a minute before he surprised me by hugging me from the back. Butterflies erupted from the pit of my stomach and I felt myself get redder and redder. "I'm sorry."

"F-for what?" I stuttered.

"I honestly don't know. I felt like I made you mad somehow thus why you've been ignoring me."

He let go of me and turned me to face him. "You didn't do anything."

"I didn't? Then why did you snap at me at school earlier? Are you sure it's not me you're mad at because it sure looked like you wanted to kill me with that glare of yours." He said.

"No no, you didn't do anything. I'm not mad at you." Now I felt guilty.

"Sure?"

"Positive." I answered. A sigh of relief left his lips.

"Thank god!" He smiled. "I thought I did something."

"Nope." I half-smiled.

"Good. Let's go back to Yoongi then, he might be wondering about what we're talking about."

I just nodded as we left his room. "Oppa, oppa, oppa, can you please stay for dinner?!" Somi asked, hugging my legs.

I sat down on the ground next to Yoongi and the box of donuts. "Dinner?"

"Yeah, stay for dinner." Jimin agreed.

"I don't know," I trailed off.

"Please please please!" Somi begged, this time sitting on my lap.

"I'll talk to my parents first." I smiled.

"Awe man!" Somi pouted.

"I'm sure they'll say yes." I said. Somi's eyes lit up and she smiled widely at me. I took my phone out and dialed my mom's number. "Hello?"

"Hi honey." My mom's chirpy voice said. "You need something?"

"Uh yeah, Jimin asked me to stay for dinner. Is that okay with you?"

"Who's Jimin?"

"My new friend. Before you say no, his house is two blocks away from our house."

"Oh, we must invite his parents over for dinner sometime then!"

"Sure, mom. Sure."

"Alright honey, have fun, okay?"

"Okay." I smiled. "Love you, bye." I hung up and looked at Somi.

"What did she say?"

"She said I can stay for dinner." At that, both guys and Somi smiled.

**

"The donuts were delicious." Somi said.

"I'm glad you liked them because I didn't know which flavor you liked."

"I like anything chocolate!"

"I'll keep that in mind, then."

"Looks like you guys have a better bond than I do with my own sister." Yoongi joked.

"I'm finally talking to a friend after being locked in that house with daddy." Somi said. Yoongi's face softened and he smiled sadly at his sister.

"I'm happy you like Hoseok. I'll make sure to keep him around you if he makes you happy."

"Yes! Don't ever let him go, Yoongi! He's special to me now."

"I won't." He mumbled while smiling at me.

"Alrighty, when you two are done acting all in love, my parents would like to meet Hoseok." Jimin said, separating Yoongi and I.

"In love?" Somi said. "Yoongi and Hoseok?! No! He's mine! He can't have him."

"I won't be anybody's guy for a long while, Somi." I laughed at my pathetic life. "Your parents are here?"

"Yep," Jimin nodded. "Come on, I'll introduce you to them."

I suddenly felt nervous as we walked down the stairs. What if they don't like me?

"Stop playing with the hem of your shirt, they're not that bad." Yoongi whispered. I jumped, causing him to chuckle.

"Oh." I mumbled.

"Mom? Dad!"

"In the living room!"

We walked to the living room and I noticed how Jimin looked like an exact copy of his father but looked nothing like his mom. "This must be Jung Hoseok." His mom, I guess, said.

"Nice to meet you," I took my hand out to shake hers but he hugged me instead.

"I'm a hugger." He laughed. "You're so petite! What an adorable young man." I just smiled.

"Mom, he hates it when people call him small."

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

"No! It's okay." I said, glaring at Jimin.

"Nice to finally meet you, Hoseok." His dad said, shaking my hand.

"You too, sir."

"Sit down!" His mom said, pointing at the couches in front of the one he and her husband were sitting on.

We sat down and stayed in an awkward silence before Jimin's dad spoke up. "So Hoseok, how did you meet Jimin?"

"We're desk mates in one of my classes." I smiled.

"Ah, how are your grades?"

"Straight A's, sir."

"What a perfect student, why don't you be like him, Jimin?" His dad mumbled, chuckling. Jimin just rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't call myself perfect." I mumbled. Yoongi looked at me but then looked away a second later.

"Oh dear, are you staying for dinner?" His mom asked.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind."

"No no! I'm happy to finally have a normal person in my house! Call me Lucy."

I laughed and looked at the two. I smiled at Jimin's parents. "I'm Natsu." His dad said. We all looked at him weirdly. "I'm kidding, I'm Wooshin. Although her name really is Lucy."

"Hello Wooshin." I chuckled. He nodded at me. "Fairy tail?"

"The one and only." Lucy smiled. "It's how he asked me out, actually."

"That's probably some R rated shit." Jimin mumbled to me. I coughed which got the parents' attention.

"Are you okay, Hoseok?"

"I'm fine." I smiled, elbowing Jimin.

**

They were talking about the old days when Wooshin asked Lucy out. It really was amazing. Cute too.

"Hey Hoseok," Jimin started. Everyone looked at him, including me. "Will you be my Chewbacca?"

I face palmed. "Jimin! That's mean!" Lucy said, flicking his forehead.

"I was joking!" He laughed. His mom just rolled her eyes at him. "You didn't answer my question, though." He smirked. Yoongi looked at me.

"W-what?" I mumbled.

"I'm kidding." He smiled as he ruffled my hair.

"Don't touch my hair." I glared at him.

"Hoseok, do you like Jimin?" Somi asked. My eyes widened. All eyes were on me. We were having dinner so they were quite close to me and could clearly see my red face.

"I don't!" I quickly said. "He's just a friend."

"Why is your face red?" She asked. Everyone just laughed as I looked down.

"It's not red." I said.

"It matches the lion I gave you." Jimin said, smiling at me.

"That was for him?" Yoongi asked. Jimin nodded.

"Yeah," Jimin smiled widely.

"I like the food you made, Lucy." I changed the subject. "It's delicious."

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