I enter 7/11 after a long day at school, the familiar bell welcoming me. I sigh, fanning myself. It's summer now but our boss refuses to turn on the air conditioning.

I swear he's trying to cook us alive.

Hoseok waves excitedly to me, motioning me over to him and Namjoon.

"Hey ladies." I greet, throwing my stuff behind the counter.

"Hey Chubs." Namjoon fires back.

I groan in disgust "Oh God, please do not start that, I'm not even chubby anymore!"

Hoseok pokes my cheek, drying a fake tear "I miss your fluffy cheeks!"

I roll my eyes. Of course, he would-

The door opens with a ring and Jungkook drags himself in "sup guys, chubs."

you gotta be kidding me

I glare at them "if one more person calls me that I swear I will-."

Then walks in Jin and Jimin. "CHUBS!!" Jimin yells at me, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Ya'LL BETTER BE PREPARED TO FREAKING DIE!!" I yell, taking a murderous step towards the tiny gnome. Jin laughs intercepting my advancement and pulling me into a hug.

"shh shhs hshhh" He mutters, kissing the top of my head then petting my face.

Then as if this were some poorly planned, outdated, cringy sitcom, Taehyung walks in with fake surprise, whipping off his sunglasses "WOW!" He yells, looking around at the group "What a ca-wink-a-dink!!" He says with a huge smile. Jimin cracks up, pushing Tae over into a stack of jellybeans.

Oh dear God-

"Who the frick planned this?" I mutter, looking for the culprit.

Hoseok presses his lips together, turning around to go clock out of his shift.

Taehyung dramatically points from his jelly throne on the floor"HOSEOK TEXTED ME TO COME!"

Hoseok guiltily laughs, cowering in the corner with his hands up."It was a really slow day!"

"I freaking knew it." I mutter glaring from my cage of Jin's loving embrace.

The bell jingle once again and we all turn in surprise as Yoongi takes a step in, unaware of our presence. He looks up from his phone, glancing around with wide eyes at all of us. We stare back, unmoving. As if frozen at the end of a drama, the scene stays like this for a solid minute.

Finally, Taehyung waves, a friendly, excited smile welcoming the sullen boy.

Yoongi scowls, slowly turns and walks back out, leaving.

WT-

"Okay, that really was a coincidence, I didn't text Yoongi." Hoseok admits.

Taehyung shrugs, getting up and skipping through the refrigerated aisles. "Where's the milk?" He asks.

"literally right in front of you, you freaking blind bat."Jungkook scolds, pointing at the milk as he buttons up his work shirt. Taehyung laughs as he opens the door looking through the options.

He pulls out a carton of unsweetened soy milk "What's this?" He asks, inspecting the container.

"It's soy milk, learn to read illiterate swine." Jungkook snarks

Someone's feeling a bit salty today. Probably because Taehyung said he thought SAO was a stupid anime. Jungkook holds grudges. No one insults SAO like that.

Tae scrunches his face "Is it good?"

I shrug "It tastes pretty normal to me."

Jin shakes his finger at my answer "No- it tastes nasty. "

Taehyung gasps, putting a hand to his mouth "What if soy milk is just milk introducing its self in Spanish!!"

Namjoon closes his eyes in bewilderment. "Taehyung soy milk is milk made from-"

"Hang on," Jin puts his hand out to stop Namjoon "He's on to something."

"So, soy milk is Spanish?" Hoseok nods "hm, the more you know."

Tae turns to the milk, bowing "Hola"

"No soy milk isn't-" Namjoon tries to explain.

"You wanna know something else weird?" Jungkook asks "In English we're learning slang okay, and apparently telling someone you're sh*t and you ain't sh*t are both insults. But that doesn't make sense."

"And you're not sh*t is a reassurance" Jimin adds

"but you are not the sh*t is also an insult." Jungkook points out

"oh! And you're the sh*t is a compliment." Hoseok says

"I'M SH*T!!" Taehyung yells, holding the milk up in enthusiasm.

Namjoon sighs "Tae you got that wrong."

"No." Jungkook stares at the boy. "He's right."

I look around at the children.

Idiots. They're all idiots.

Jin releases me from his embrace, leaving his hand on my shoulder. He flips his head towards me, suddenly squeezing my arm.

"Yah!" Jin yells in surprise, squeezing both my arms

I flick his hands off me "What?"

"Since when did you have muscles?!" He grabs my arm again, looking at it

"Well," I flick my hair "I have been working out."

Jin groans with a pout, pushing my arm away "well stop it! Bring the Momo I love back!!"

I glare at him, threatening.

"Let me see!" Jimin yells, running over to me. I hold my arm out, flexing. The group yells in approval. Jimin grabs my arm, feeling the muscle.

"Wooehoohoho! sexy!" He compliments, giving me a thumbs up.

I smile at him with a small laugh.

at least someone appreciates my hard work!

I glare at Jin.

Jin pouts "You were sexier before" He whines in a sad protest, kicking the floor.

"Hey, let's have an arm wrestling competition!" Jimin yells.

The group agrees enthusiastically.

"Wait okay but give me the weak ones first" I say

"Okay, Tae! put the milk down and get over here!" Jungkook calls.

Tae puts the soy milk back and skips over to us, taking position. We stand at opposite sides of the counter, staring competitively at each other. Our hands interlock, elbows down. Jimin puts his hands in between us like a flag.

"Ready.." he looks back and forth. "GO!" He swipes his hand away, signaling our start.

I stare into Tae's eyes, slowly pushing his hand down. His serious glare disappears as he screams the nearer his hand gets to the counter. Jimin starts laughing, impressed by my strength. I slam Tae's hand down and release. He falls to the floor in a pant, defeated. I smile wide, surprised and proud of myself.

"Hosoek your next!" Jungkook commands.

He too, fell victim to my muscles. Then Namjoon too. Next was Jin.

I chuckle with pride, putting my arm in its stance, glaring at my poor, weak boyfriend. He reluctantly steps forward, grabbing my hand.

"this is for hating on my muscles." I whisper, Jin smiles, shrugging like he doesn't know what I'm talking about.

Jimin yells go and I push with all my strength, but he's surprisingly strong, keeping his ground.

Tae starts chanting my name, encouraging me and soon everyone joins in. The cheers seem to give me added strength and Jin's arm starts to weaken, slowly, it starts to fall.

The crowd goes wild like a pack of caffeinated hyenas, screaming my name and jumping all over the place.

I push a little bit harder and Jin's hand falls to the table. I grin, jumping up in victory. Everyone yells at the unexpected win. Jimin picks me up in a hug, swinging me around while Tae and Jungkook high five me. Jimin puts me down and I turn, looking up at Jin with wiggling brows, basking in my awesomeness.

He smiles despite the fact that he just got completely annihilated by me "I guess you'll be the one protecting me now." He says, poking my nose.

I shrug with a smile "Guess so." He leans down and presses his lips to mine, our smiles only growing against each other as Jungkook screams in disgust. Hoseok yells even louder and Namjoon whistles.

The bell jingles.

We fall silent looking over to the door.

Yoongi stands there again with wide, scared eyes.

Tae opens his mouth but Yoongi puts a finger up, stopping him "Shut up. I'm here for snacks and snacks only."

"Momo just beat Jin in arm wrestling," Tae says anyway

Yoongi looks at me, with an eyebrow raised. I nod. Suddenly a gummy smile spreads across his face, he pumps his fists in the air, yelling in celebration. At his happiness, the group starts up again, yelling and jumping. I laugh, joining my crazy groups of friends, looking at their smiling, laughing faces as they all spin around in a circle.

I can't imagine life without them. Especially Jin. Our crazy family came to be so suddenly yet they've brought me so much happiness, even if they make fun of me 24/7. I wouldn't trade them for the world.

I love these guys.

I hug Jin, jumping up and down with him.

so much.

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jk, there's more--

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but technically this was still the finale

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I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU OKAY!? JUST KEEP READING YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!