Another BTS Story 1 (finished)

Rank 1.2: Acclimatation

I sat there in my bath. 

Tara was washing my hair. I had let the boys do the talking. I thought back at the evening that I just barely gotten out of unscathed. 

Soon, there would be annoying rumors going on. I could already hear the news, who wouldn't be proclaimed out and loud, but still the eyes will be on me. 

In some twisted way, I was glad. 

It would also get eyes on my jewelries and make some ads. What I feared wasn't that. It was the jealousy of fellow Butterflies and their undying curiosity.

"What are you so deeply thinking about Melody? Your new addition to the family?" she wondered

I thought back to Hoseok. The male was like burning fire: beautiful to look at and dangerous to get close to. I shivered thinking about the glare he had around the assembly. 

Some old habits came to the surface as I almost had asked Taehyung if it wouldn't be better to keep him chained up. 

Only thinking about it made me hug myself.

"I'm worried." I admitted

"This boy will need time to adapt for sure, but you will get along just fine. I'm sure of it." She smiled "Your hair are clean." It was a sign for me to step out of the bath. 

As I settled in front of the vanity, I gathered my thoughts. First of all, my relationship with Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook and perhaps Jin was stable. 

We talked together great and I didn't feel uncomfortable with the way they touched me. Second, Namjoon and Taehyung were still on the work. 

Last but not least, Hoseok was nowhere near on the work.

"What I'm worried about Tara, is how I have to show Hoseok as a prize." I admitted to the old woman brushing my now damp hair

In fact, that was the most disturbing thing of all. 

After choosing a Non-Marked, as a newbie determined Butterfly, it was necessary to show him off. I had to go to parties and make sure to show everyone that he was mine. I also had to yet make an agreement with him. We had talked together with Yoongi about what I should agree or not agree too. 

However, after seeing Hoseok's scars, I was questioning everything we previously said. Tara finally exited the room as I told her to go home and get some rest. I grabbed my nightwear, a simple velvety red nightdress. 

It was flowy and the bottom of it was right under my butt cheeks. A sweet heart neckline with delicate straps. I walked inside the living room and saw that everyone was in their night wear now.

"I'm back." I said

All the boys turned their head and most of them turned it the other way around in a matter of second. Only Jungkook and Hoseok remained their eyes glued to me.

"Master you should cover up." Hoseok spoke clearing his throat

I grimaced at the Master nickname, but decided that I wouldn't bug him about it. For now. Thus, I just shrugged my shoulders and twirled around. More than one sharp breath was taken and I smiled.

"A problem?" I wondered

"You minx." Yoongi gritted

I felt hands on my bare shoulder before I could gather that I had missed one person. My breath hitched as Jimin's finger trailed softly on my arms. He steadied me against him as one arm was around my waist.

"That is...awfully dangerous babygirl." He whispered in my ear

"Jimin." Namjoon warned

"Don't worry." Jimin said as he smiled at Namjoon