Quite carelessly, Yoongi ripped Taehyung off my shoulders and practically threw him unto the large bed so that Taehyung's limbs lay discombobulated across the sheet. Once done, Yoongi stepped back with a sigh, wiping his hands together like he'd been out in the garden or something. "Well, that's a job well done."

"He looks like he's just about to get traced by that crime scene chalk stuff." I commented. Yoongi sent me a glare to shut me up as he turned towards the door. "I'm leaving."

I followed him with a sulk. "Leaving again?!" I complained, dragging my feet along Taehyung's black tile floor. "Why can't you stay?"

"Because."

"But we can have a sleep over!" I insisted, "It'll be the sleepover of the century!"

"No."

Finding no other method to keep him there, I quickly ducked myself behind him and bent down so I could grasp a hold on his leg. While he walked along, I dragged behind him with my arms around his leg like a small child. "Don't leave me!" I whined, pouting like a small child.

Yoongi looked down at me with a disgusted look. "Get off me!" He shouted, shaking his leg in an attempt to knock me off.

"No! If I stay here and you teleport, I'll come with you!"

"That's not how it works!" Yoongi gritted, shaking his leg again and using his hands to try and pry mine off. "Now get off!"

"Never!" I declared, evilly and immaturely as I clung for dear life on his lower limb.

"Briar! Cut it out!" Yoongi screeched, trying his best to push me off. I watched as he began to fall backwards – unto me, and quickly let go of his leg and moved away. As he fell, he pulled me with him. Within seconds, the two of us were laying chest on chest and I had no clue how I even got there. I was literally nowhere near Yoongi when he fell. It was like I had teleported.

We stared at each other awkwardly. I watched as Yoongi gulped when as he looked up into my eyes. I expected a kiss or something, like a kdrama scene, so I closed my eyes slowly and puckered my lips, only for them to be met with the floor as Yoongi disappeared from underneath me.

What a disappointment.

"You fucking pathetic toothpaste headed bitch!" I called out to him, despite knowing he was gone, my voice echoing through the darkness of the room as I rolled unto my back and stared up at the dark roof.

Stop it Briar, you're meant to like Taehyung! My mind chided as I sulked over Yoongi's disappearance. But Taehyung isn't worth liking! I groaned to myself, sighing. I looked over at Taehyung's body, which was sprawled across the bed like he had been hit by a car. Sure, he was handsome, he was well figured, but his personality was shit. I turned back to the roof again, feeling bored and confused about the whole situation.

Nothing could have prepared me for the moment the bottom of the door swung open and collided with my head. "OUCH! THE FUCK?!" I screeched as my hand flew up to my head and my body quickly rose from the ground.

I heard a gasp, and looked up to see the pretty, pale face of Seulgi above me, her dark eyes looking down upon me like I was some ant she wanted to squash. Her long, dark hair lusciously curled over her shoulder and framed her heart shaped face. She'd be considered an angel if her tinted red lips weren't curled into a sneer. "You! What are you doing here?! I told you to stay away from my Taetae!"

I scowled at her, pulling myself up into standing position. "Like I'd want to be near your precious 'Taetae'." I mocked, mimicking her babyish voice. "I just wanted to check if he was dead yet."

"So you could take over his mafia?!"

My brows knit together and my lips pulled into a grimace. "Why would I want his mafia?" I scoffed. Seulgi let out a loud gasp before coming closer to me and poking her index finger into my chest, just above my miniscule boobs. (Thanks Yoongi.)

"Don't you dare pretend like you don't want it." She growled, her brown eyes flaming with a fire that seemed pretty unjustified. "I've seen you, you've involved yourself into their every mission and you've established relationships with each member so you've imprinted yourself in their thoughts!"

"Imprinted?!" I echoed, slightly giggling at the word I had read so many times in books of a different genre. "Has this book suddenly become a werewolf fanfiction?!" I asked, particularly to the story – or, the writer really.

Seulgi stopped in her rant at my comment. "Werewolf fanfiction?" She asked perplexed, her thick, straight eyebrows creasing together above her small nose.

I waved my hand dismissively. "It's an inside joke, don't worry about it." I told her, "Continue what you were saying."

And she went back at it. "Anyway, as I said before." She waved a threatening finger in my face. "Stay away from Taehyung!"

I put my hands up in fake surrender. "Didn't want him in the first place, Hun. He's all yours."

Seulgi frowned. "Then why are you here?!" She exasperated.

"I already told you, I wanted to see if he was dead."

Seulgi scoffed, pointing to the floor. "Why were you laying on the floor, then?!"

Good question. "I uh," I looked down at the floor, thinking of some excuse that would seem believable. "I fell." I blurted out. It seemed the most believable out of the lot of excuses I had.

"You fell?!"

"Uh huh." I began, "I went to check on Taehyung, and then when I was walking out, I feel...But-"

"But?"

"I think it was Taehyung that did it." I suggested, whispering as if the knocked out man on the bed would be able to hear. It was an unnecessary detail to add in but I thought it would be funny if she believed me.

"How could he do it?!" Seulgi protested, gesturing her manicured hand towards the man on the emo bed. "He's unconscious."

I smirked, leaning closer to her. "See, that's what he wants you to believe." She looked confused but rather curious as I leaned closer to her ear and began to whisper. "He has the force."

"The force?" Seulgi echoed, looking between Taehyung and I. Obviously, she had never watched star wars.

"Yep, like Darth Vader." I told her, adding, "That's why his room is black."

Seulgi seemed to have forgotten her previous issue with me as she leaned closer to me to whisper in the same mannerism as I did. "But, what is the force?" I tried not to laugh at her. This whole change of character made me wonder if I really could rewrite the whole story like Yoongi had said.

"Magic." I whispered, adding a bit of unnecessary mysteriousness to my voice.

"So he's a wizard?" Seulgi blurted, looking over at Taehyung's body that was now half off the bed as if it was the most fantastically magical thing she had ever seen. Why not? I thought to myself. She obviously very naively believed everything I said, so why couldn't I take it for a ride?

"Gandalf Vader." I whispered back, choking on the laughs that threatened to erupt from my throat and trying to suppress the obvious grin that was appearing on my lips.

"Gandalf Vader." She echoed back, her jaw hanging open at the thought of her boyfriend being a wizard/sci-fi character.

Seeing my chance to leave the room without being annoyed by her, I stepped back, my feet sliding against the door as I backed out of it. "Be careful he doesn't use the force on you, too."

Seulgi was no longer looking towards me; her eyes were widely gawking at her boyfriend as a gulp made its way down her throat.

Here's my cue to leave. Within a second, I had dashi run run runned out of there. Only as I made my way down the stairs did those suppressed giggles leave my throat.

Seulgi had definitely believed everything I said without question. All the men were in love with me – including Yoongi, as he was a character. I had managed to stay alive, despite my stupidity.

It all made sense. Not only was I the main character but, I was the...

Rewriter!

Oh man, I'm going to have some fun now.