Rap monsters POV

I stared at Jungkook.

"Kookie... go ask your mother Jin Hyung, I'm busy." 

"But Namjoon Hyung He told me to go ask you!!"  The golden maknae whined, his bunny face squishing up.

"Fine, you can if you wear the mask AND you bring one of the Hyungs with you." 

Kookie held out his phone to me.

"You chose, I'm too lazy." He demanded. Oh well, he was the Golden Maknae.

I scrolled to his contacts. 

|Min Yoongi Hyung is sleeping| skip that contact...

|God of destruction| I glared at him.

|Mama Jin| 

|Family Hope| 

|That thing|

|Do Not Answer|

"Kook, who is "That Thing"??"

"Oh, it's Taehyung." 

I burst into laughter at the mention of the alien boy. 

"And who is "Do Not Answer"??"

"Jimin." 

Poor Jimin!! I chuckled quietly and decided that Jimin would watch Jungkook best... because Jimin never took his eyes off the maknae.

"Jungkook, you'll be going with j-"

"KOOKIE?! WHERE IS KOOKIE?! JIN!! YOUR BABY IS MISSING!!" Jimin screamed as he burst into the room. He saw JK and sighed. "False alarm, sorry!" 

"Jimin, go away. Namjoon Hyung is trying to tell me something."

"Actually, kook, Jimin will take you... if you ask.."

"I do! I do!" Jimin squealed. JK glared at me.

"Never mind! Oh, fine!! Jimin, please please please take me to go get a juice box from the vending machine down in the lobby." 

"LETS GO MY PERFECT LITTLE KOOKIE!!"

*whispers* "I love you..." 

Then he grabbed Jk's arm and ran away, slamming my studio door behind him.

'Finally, some peace.' 

I looked back at my laptop and started our new song.

"I found a way, I need no bae," 

The song ended, leaving me to question my lyrics. 

A quiet knock on the door broke my train of thought.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Uh... peasant, it's me." Jin shot.

"Come in." 

"Ok, thanks, come pack. We leave for America in 2 hours." 

I nodded my thanks and went to me and Jungkook's shared room.

"Three shirts, three pants, one swim trunks, three underwear, two chargers, one mini shampoo, one mini conditioner, one body soap bar, one comb, one bottle of hair gel, two pairs of earrings, one laptop, three pairs of socks and one pair of converse. Then of course our stylist will have everything else, oh, and don't forget the most important thing, concert outfit. But what's the theme?!" I talk to myself as I pack. Then I jump up and run to PD-nim's room.

"Namjoon?"

"Sir, what's the concert theme?" 

"Oh, it's bad boy. Jin will pack for the Golden Maknae, so don't worry." 

I nodded and bowed and ran back to my room. 

His stage outfit :)

I then heard the front door slam and Jungkook yelling

"I DONT WANT TO BE ANYWHERE NEAR YOU EVER AGAIN JIMIN!!" 

"Kookie-ah, I'm sorry!!" Jimin whined.

Kook slammed into our room, locking the door. He glared at a wall, not talking. I just sighed and zipped up my suit case. I grabbed my carry on bag and started packing that.

"One pair of wireless beats, my Security sweatshirt, sunglasses, book, phone, wallet, Jungkook's wallet, hat, and some crackers for the car..." I muttered. Kook just glared harder. I stood up. Kookie once told the interviewer that he shared a room with me because he would tell me things first, not any other Hyung, because I was the reason he came to Bts, and because he knew I wouldn't judge. (This is real:))

"Jungkook?" 

"WHAT?!" 

"What happened?" 

"Hyung, he embarrassed me in front of a cute girl!! On purpose!! And he didn't even get me my Apple juice!!" 

"Kookie, we don't date anyway. I'm sorry he did that, and I will talk to him if you want." 

"Thank you Namjoon Hyung." He sighed.

"But you need to respect Jimin. He can't help but adore you, maknae." 

"Ok... I'm sorry... did mama Jin already pack for me?" 

"I don't know, ask him yourself, oh, and make sure he didn't pack you guys pink stage outfits, the theme is bad boy." 

He nodded and ran off, happily giggling.

Jimin slunk into our room.

"Jimin?" 

"Namjoon Hyung, why does Kookie hate me?" He asked, close to tears.

"Aish, Jimin, he doesn't!! He really loves you, but you are pushy and embarrassed him in front of a girl. You know how he gets."

"I see. Ill try harder, thank you!! You're the best leader!!" 

I laughed at his words for a while after he left. Eventually, it was time to go, and there was much to do. When we finally got on the plane, everyone went straight to sleep.

Harley's POV

Late at night, Saturday, I woke up and I turned on my phone and checked Twitter. It seemed that Bts had just gotten into America. I could only smile at this, they were quite funny. 

I watched some Bts try not to laugh, and let me tell you, I really like the boy called Rap Monster, or Namjoon. He broke everything!! I listened to one song and it was really good. It was called DNA.

I was pretty tired and really hungry so I snuck downstairs, grabbed a glass and two boxes of Oreos, sunk back upstairs, opened my mini fridge and pulled out the milk. I ate a box and a half of Oreos before I realized that the concert was tomorrow night and i needed to sleep so that I could work out. 

I climbed under the blankets and snuggled into my memory foam bed.

I fell into a deep sleep, waking up only at three AM.

I sobbed terribly, hating myself. I shoved my pillow into my face, trying to quiet the screams that I couldn't stop. 

I stretch my hand, reaching for something I hide. 

Isn't it funny how we relieve emotional pain with physical pain?