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"Do you know where I'll be staying?" I asked shyly.

"Oh yeah..." everybody was confused, but thank goodness Jaebum had it under control.

"Don't worry, we'll make room for you." I bowed to him.

"Thank you, but if you don't mind... may I use your restroom."

"U-uh sure, right this way." Jaebum led me to the bathroom and I dragged my suitcase with me.

"Will you be needing that?"

"I kinda have to change my clothes." I chuckled nervously.

"Right..." he left and I went to the restroom and changed.

~ Yugyeom's POV~

"You need to be nicer to (y/n)." Jaebum started to scold me.

"I was just having fun."

"Just don't go overboard, she seems like it won't get to her, but still... be careful." Jinyoung says.

"What are we doing about the room?" Jaebum questions. He repeats and paces around the room.

"I could just sleep on the couch." We looked towards the female voice and see a cute (y/n) wearing a hoodie and shorts.

"We can't let you do that." Youngjae says. "It's rude of us to have a guest sleep on a couch."

"Please, I'm practically gonna be family." She laughs.

"She isn't wrong. She'll be with us 24/7, we'll be really close in a week or two." Jackson says.

"Exactly, so don't worry about me... I'm not just some normal girl." She smiles.

"We promise to have a room as soon as possible." Jaebum rubs her head and goes to his room. "I have leadery things I must attend to." He says, shutting his and Youngjae's room.

"Ok...." (Y/n) stands there awkwardly. Then it seems like it hits her. She walks over to her suitcase and pulls out a folder. "U-um..." she scans the room.

"Anything wrong?" Mark asks her.

"I need a pencil..."

"Ok, one moment." Mark stood up and walked away. Soon returning with a pencil. "Here." He handed it to me. "I'm going to my room too." He walked away. One by one, the members flowed into their rooms.

"Dang... everyone's so antisocial." I walked over to the couch. Yugyeom was the only one who didn't go to his room.

"Why did you need a pencil?"

"Because, work..." I pulled out the folder and proceeded to open it.

"What's that?" He read over the notes, papers, and examined the pictures. "Is that..."

"Yeah, all the things that has been happening to the idols." The pictures were of previous kidnapped idols, who came back with cuts and bruises.

"What are the notes for?"

"The people who examined the cuts and bruises wrote possible weapons that were being used. See..." I pointed at a weapon, knife, and a cut on one of the idols. "They're knife cuts." His face changed.

"U-um... will that happen to us?" His voice went shaky.

I feel bad for showing him now... "Don't worry." I rub his head. "I'm here, I'll protect you guys." His hair is really soft...

Time passed and I was still running his head.

"So soft..." I whispered.

"U-um... (y/n)."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you still rubbing my head?"

"It's soft."

"Ok....." I was so distracted by the softness .

"U-um..." My face turned beat red. "I'm s-sorry." I scooted further away from him. I didn't realize...

"(Y/n)? Are you ok?" He scooted closer.

"Y-yea... I just..."

"You're red." He put his hand to my forehead then proceeded to put his hand to his. "You're not sick."

"Uh...."

"Maybe..." he scooted closer, with a mischievous look on his face.

"Well! It's getting late! Maybe you should go to bed!"

"It's only 9.."

"Go go go." I pulled him up and pushed him. "Idols need their beauty sleep right?"

"I guess, but..."

"Night!" He walked to his room, confused.

Thank goodness that's over. Now I can actually get to work.