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I remember the first time we went to her apartment. The guys were practically dragging me out of my room without a word, but, as soon as they informed me of where we were going, I complied. Apparently we were surprising her. I’m not exactly sure how they found out where she lived, but I decided to not question it.  We walked down the halls of the apartment building and finally came to her door. Three knocks and a minute of waiting later, a frantic (y/n) opened the door in only a towel. Dead is the only word to describe us at the moment. Rest in peace, us. Face a very rosy color, she stumbled over a greeting and swiftly invited us in bef

I had always liked her. Well, not always that way, but she was a pleasant sight to see in our normally bland environment. The “same old, same old” suddenly brightened up when V had run into her on the street. The story was, he’d almost knocked her down -being as 4D as he is, he’d spaced out thinking of who knows what- and, thankfully, caught her at the last second. He said she apologized profusely and shyly said she’d just moved into town. He answered her questions about directions, and gave her his number. We were all quite horrified when he told us this, because she might give the entire world his number and we

Yoongi awoke quite late in the day. Not surprisingly, all the nights he’d spent working on his music had caught up to him, and last night’s break had been lengthened at his body’s wishes. Pillow lopsided and covers sloppily wrapped around him, he squinted his eyes in the sunlight let in by the narrow window. “Of course,” he thought as he realized he was in the one place the rays would be able to hit him. Lowly groaning, he rose from his bed and shuffled reluctantly towards the kitchen, stumbling through the door in his heavy sleep hangover and towards the refrigerator. He was surprised to see a note on it, and qu