Harley's POV

I grabbed my alarm clock and wrapped it in bubble wrap. I slid it into the box and looked around my almost empty room. I was packing to leave home. 

Everything was gone. Only a few things remained. 

My gold desk, white bed, white curtains and my gold bookshelves remained, for example.

My bedspread and books, however, were packed and shipping today. I left tonight. I taped shut the last box and loaded into the moving truck. Then I went inside, headed to the bathroom and stood on the counter. I stretched and pushed on the ceiling right above the mirror. It lifted slowly. I reached my hand inside and grabbed my blade. I wouldn't be able to bring that...

"TIME TO GO!! HURRY HARLEY!!" My mom screamed. She wasn't very happy. Yesterday, they sat me down.

*Yesterday*

Mom smiled at me. 

"Sweet heart, I'm so glad you'll be making good money. You can help with the bills now." She smiled wider, her implanted lips pulling up into a fake grin. I glared at her blue eyeshadow covered eyes. Her thick mascara was chunky and flaking. Her eyelash extensions were falling off and her fake nails tapped on the table. Her tall heels clicked together. She straightened her pink mini dress.

"No! Mom, you guys are millionaires! I'd rather donate and help Mickey get a college degree!!" A frown covered my face.

"Darling, it's not a choice. You WILL pay for the bills."

I glared right at her, fire rising into my chest. I felt the old burning sensation return. I couldn't stop myself now.

"NO. I will make a college saving account for Mickey instead!! He needs to go to Harvard and become a doctor!!" I stood up, not bothering to push back my chair. It fell with a crash and Mom shot up.

"Harley Quinn! Put that chair up and agree to paying for the bills!!" She hissed out her words, her teeth grinding. 

"No! I won't do it!! I need to pay for Hailey!! And Michael needs to go to college!!" My fingers squeezed into a fist, wanting to punch something. 

"Harley!! HAILEY MEANS NOTHING TO THIS FAMILY!! MICHAEL ISN'T SMART ENOUGH!! YOU WILL PAY THE BILLS YOUNG LADY!!"

"Actually, Mother, Hailey means a lot to me. And my brother is a genius." I took deep breaths, not wanting to flip out.

"Harley, you won't join Bts if you keep arguing!!"

My father stepped into the room.

"Now, dear, Harley will go to Bts. We don't want to take care of such a spoilt child, now do we?" His voice was high and sickly sweet. I hated them both. 

"FUCK YOU!!" I screamed, running from the room.

"Harley Quinn!! Get back here you idiotic child!! You're just living proof that a human can live without a brain!!" Mom screamed.

I ran to my room, furiously packing. 

*Back to present*

I stepped downstairs. My knee length light grey fitted dress swept against my thighs. I pulled up my red converse and stood still, holding my backpack awkwardly.

"Harley, the taxi is waiting outside. Get out. Oh, and don't come home. Ill be changing your room into a art room." She hissed. 

Mike hugged me tight.

"Call me lots, kay Harley?" He whispered.

"Ill try! Love you Michael! Is Ivey outside crying?" 

He nodded sadly. Ivey wasn't taking me leaving well. We had known each other since we were five and we had never been apart for more than 3 days. We went on vacation together, we had a weekly sleepover, and we moved towns together. 

I hugged him one last time and went outside. Ivey was sobbing and begging the tact driver to leave without me.

"Oh, Ivey. How will I ever leave you?" I asked softly.

"Dont!! P-please stay!" She ran to me, grabbing my shoulders.

"Sorry. Rap monster is waiting for me at the airport, I have to go Ivey." 

She cried and sat on the grass, holding herself. Mike came outside.

"Take care of her and visit me, ok Mikey?" I begged.

He knelt down and hugged her.

"Of course. Bye, little sister." 

I left them, telling the taxi driver to go. Ivey tried to stop crying but she couldn't. I sighed and turned away. The taxi driver drove at a fast pace and was at the airport immediately. Rap monster was standing there, looking around. I stepped out of the taxi and opened the trunk.

"Rap monster!" I yelled, catching his eyes. He came over and grabbed my bag from me, shutting the truck in a swift move. I took it back and he frowned.

"Where are your parents?" 

I frowned, trying to hold back tears. 

"Uh, they um... they didn't come." I couldn't stop the tears that streamed. He frowned, leaning forward. His brown eyes held the saddest emotion. He wiped my tears off softly.

"Oh, Harley. You can cry, really. It's good to cry." He smiled sadly, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me tight. He smelled really good, like a rainstorm and mint. He stroked my long hair softly. 

"I'm okay, Rap monster, I'm just... just tired." 

'Yeah, tired of life.'

He stepped back kneeling down in front of me so I could see his face.

"Come on, we don't want to be late. Oh, and call me Namjoon." 

"Ok... let's go." He stood back up and started walking. I followed close, and I couldn't help but miss his strong arms. 'Ugh, no, Harley he is your leader!'

We boarded the plane a bit later. I sat in the middle, Namjoon was in the middle.

The plane started going up and he closed his eyes tight, gripping my hand. 

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Um, ask me that in a second." 

I waited a bit until he opened his eyes, looking out the window. His eyes lit up, filled with excitement.

"Look! We are flying!!" He half yelled, pointing. 

"Haven't you been on a plane?" 

"Yes, of course, just never next to a window." He yawned and I put in my ear buds, listening. 

I need you Remix came on and I listened to the seven boys sing. 

When I opened my eyes again, Namjoon was holding my bag and his.

"Coming?" His voice was like melted dark chocolate. Sweet yet bitter, filled with flavor. 

"Yes." I took my bag and he frowned again.

"Let me take it, Harley." He begged.

"I've got it, thanks though." I didn't want him to hold my bag. I felt like a burden already. 

"Ok... Follow me, the van is over there." He instructed. I realized that we weren't on the plane, we were in the terminal of the airport. He must have carried me!! OMG I was so embarrassed!! What if he thought I was fat?! I stressed over every detail as we walked to the van. We got in the back and Namjoon introduced me to PD-nim.

(In Korean, the conversations from now on are all Korean.) 

"Namjoon, is she ready to go?" PD-Nim asked. 

"I am, thank you." I said. He gasped and smiled, pleased that I knew Korean. 

"Lets go then." He drove off and I began to stress about meeting the other boys. What if they thought I was a burden? A mess? Ugly? Fat? Useless? Stupid? I brought my pale hand to my plump lips, chewing at the skin around my long nails. Once I was bleeding at every nail on that hand I put it down and brought up the other. Namjoon reached over and pulled my hand into his. He smiled at me and shook his head.

"Dont bite your skin, you'll hurt yourself." 

I nodded my head, nervously playing with my ear ring. He sighed and took my hand away from my ear, holding both my hands. The touch of his skin made my heart beat so much faster. I could barely breath. My breath hitched. He leaned in. 

"It's ok. They will love you, Harley." 

I nodded. The van jolted to a stop. Namjoon let go of my hands. I sighed EVER so slightly and got out. In front of the 7 Million dollar apartment stood 7 boys. Each boy stared at me for a while, not even looking at Namjoon. I stepped back, trying to hide myself behind Namjoon. He chuckled and stepped away. I was standing in front of a bunch of people that didn't know me and were probably judging me. The youngest boy, who was 17, my age, looked at Namjoon.

"How will we talk to her, Hyung?" He begged. Before Namjoon could say anything I said:

"I can speak Korean."  

All seven boys gasped and smiled. 

"I'm Harley." I told them, trying not to stutter.

"I'm Jungkook, the golden maknae, or you can call me Kookie or something else. I have the most nicknames." The youngest told me.

"I'm Jin, the princess, the mom, and the punniest of them all!!" He had a window cleaner laugh, and he was dying over his dad joke.

"You've got to be kitten me, more dad jokes?" I asked. Jin shot his head up, smiling. The others groaned.

"I'm Suga. My real name is Min yoongi, call me what you like. I like to sleep and if you wake me up I will kill you." He threatened with a smile. 

"Good to know, don't wake Suga up." I ensured him that I wouldn't. 

"I'm Jimin, the hottest of them all." The shorts spoke up. He winked at me and I saw Namjoon tense up beside me.

"Worldwide funny guy." Jin mumbled. Everyone burst into laughter, me included. 

"I'm J-Hope, your hope, your Angel!" He flapped his arms like wings and I giggled softly. He smiled wider.

"And now me, the last one. I'm V. You can call me Taehyung though." 

I nodded and memorized their faces and names. 

"Lets go inside." Namjoon said. Yoongi came over and took my bag.

"A lady shouldn't carry such a heavy bag." He said. I hid my face in my hands.

"I can carry it, really Suga." I told him. He frowned but I managed to get it back. Jin ran over and looked me in the eye.

"We are so putting on face masks tonight!! Oh, we can paint your nails!!" He squealed.

"Oh... ok?" I fiddled my fingers as we all went inside. 

"Ok, Harley, you share a room with me but I will sleep in Jimin and Jungkook's room for a few days so you can settle in." Namjoon lead the way to our room. The other boys went off to their rooms and I looked in ours. A long line of duct tape separated the floor, on his side it was filled with plushies and figures and his bed had a pikachu blanket. His desk had a lamp with a stained glass picture of Jungkook. There were Ryan posters and family pictures and pictures of the boys and him covering his walls. My side was full of boxes, a desk and a bed. All the boxes had been unloaded by the boys, I guessed, and I felt like such a burden. 

"Namjoon, ill be done unpacking tonight, you can stay in your room. I don't mind." I told him.

"Our room." He corrected me.  I nodded simply. 

"Go explore the house while I find a exacto knife to open the boxes, okay?" He told me. I nodded.

Time to explore.