*SPECIAL*

This is going to be amazing. I thought as I poured the full bottle of vegetable oil upon the tiles of the kitchen, right next to the entrance. The slippery substance flowed along the tiles like a stream of water. I grinned to myself. I could just imagine Seulgi running in and slipping across the tiles like a bowling ball ready to hit a strike.

Speaking of bowling, I thought, that actually might not be a bad idea. Grabbing some cups and laying them adjacent to the doorway, I hummed in satisfaction. Let's see if we get a strike.

"Oh Seulgi!" I called, my voice echoing throughout the mansion and up the stairway, "I'm kissing Taehyung!"

A loud gasp came from upstairs, followed by the sound of heels pressing against the stair case. This is gonna be good! "Where are you?!" She called out, enraged.

"I'm in the kitchen~!" I called back, trying to hide my laughs.

Within a minute or so I could hear the woman's heels clanking through the dining room. "You are so dead once I find you, Y/N!" Her voice screeched like some cockatoo.

I watched as she practically ran and stumbled through the kitchen doorway, only to slip on a tile and go flying towards the cups I had set up with a scream.

Sadly, she had only knocked over one of the cups, and the rest of her body had smashed into the wall of the kitchen just below the open window, creating a large dent.

I walked up to her with a shake of my head. "That's why Jin said you shouldn't run in doors." I tsked, grinning. She painfully pulled back her oil-soaked hair to glare at me, only realising as she did that her outfit was now ruined and covered in cooking oil. "My clothes!" She cried.

"Oops, my bad."

She gritted her teeth at me, shaking a manicured finger into my face. "You're going to pay for this!"

"Do you do after pay?"

Ignoring my joke, the girl opened her mouth and let out something I could only describe as a banshee's scream. "Taehyung! Taehyung!"

"She's hurting me Taehyung!" She added, sending me a malicious glare. I was honestly not that worried.

It only took one hundred years for Taehyung to limp his way downstairs but eventually he got there, trying as fast as he could to make it to us.

The thing is, I had forgotten something.

The cooking oil on the floor. Taehyung was inevitably going to slip on it.

I was just about to warn him, but the man came limping in full speed, unsurprisingly having his feet slip across the floor and heading for the same place where Seulgi left the dent. I expected he would hit the cups just like she had and go tumbling to the floor.

However, that didn't happen.

Taehyung's body stayed upright as he slipped, eventually harshly hitting the window sill above the dent Seulgi made, falling head first out the window and two stories down the side of the mansion.

Both Seulgi and I gaped in unison as a scream was heard and then a loud crack – which was his body probably hitting the manicured grass below. Sending Seulgi a nervous glance, I stepped over the puddle of olive coloured oil and looked out the window. Seulgi joined me, gasping when she saw Taehyung's discombobulated body sprawled across the ground. One could see that his bones had literally made their way out of his skin.

Sending her an awkward smile, I said, "He's going to be okay, it's just some broken bones."

I was proved wrong when Taehyung rolled over with a pained groan, exposing to us the gaping gash that was bleeding profusely on the side of his head.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Seulgi attempting to walk across the oil littered floor to get to her boyfriend while screaming his name.

When I awoke, I was in Jin's pink bed again, while Yoongi sat beside me. He didn't say anything, yet I could feel his wrath towards me burning out from his eyes.

"I didn't know you guys had a pool!" I said to Jin as I followed him about the kitchen where he was cooking.

Jin nodded, sending me an amused smile. "Yep, we have one behind the house." He walked towards the fridge with a large bowl in his hands. "It's even got a slide on it." He added, explaining, "Jungkook had said he wanted it, so Namjoon asked the boss for it."

A pool with a slide? That was a luxury. I used to only have one of those blow up pools at home.

"Can I go in it?" I asked excitedly and he nodded. "Sure, you can get in right now if you'd like." He pushed the bowl into the fridge and wiped his hands off on his apron. I quickly ran past him to get my swimming clothes, causing him to chuckle as he stumbled back.

Like roadrunner from that coyote show, I was up the stairs in a flash and into Jin's pinker-than-Yoongi's-butt room.

I had the greatest idea. Not only would I get to swim in an actual in ground pool, but I would get to wear a sexy swim suit – which would no doubt bring Yoongi to my side. Unfortunately, however, upon looking through the stack of clothing Jin had bought me prior, I couldn't see any swimming clothes.

Sighing, I summoned the one thing that had annoyed me the most throughout this whole life-in-fanfiction. The popup add choice thingy. It had been a while, so I had to remember how to get it to come to me.

"I need a sexy swimsuit." I tried to summon it, talking to the air as if I were crazy and feeling hesitant to do so.

Almost immediately, the screen popped up in my face.

'You need a swimsuit' I read.

Pick one option:

1.

2.

3.

I looked at each one and wished that the popup choice thingy was a physical object so I could throw it out into space with Elon Musk. "Why on this green earth were these things even created?" I said to myself, my eyes twitching as if they wanted to look away too and never see the swimsuits again.

I spoke to the popup thingy again. (I really need a new name for it.) "I said sexy swimsuit. Sexy." I told it. The popup thingy went blank as if it was annoyed I said that. I shoved my tongue out at it.

Then, I had an idea.

"Give me a swimsuit that Yoongi will think is sexy."

I watched as something I had never seen before popped up on screen. It was a blank faced emoji. Annoyed, I crossed my arms at it. "I said give me a swimsuit Yoongi will think is sexy, not give me Yoongi."

A rolling eyes emoji popped up before the screen went down again.

"Hey! Hey! I told you to do something!" I screeched at it, attempting to pull it back up. The screen beeped constantly at me as it disappeared, as if telling me to fuck off.

That's when I noticed I was no longer dressed in Jimin's slacks but in a Black Bikini set that encased my boobs like I'd got plastic surgery and sat well on that mountain sized ass of mine. It was the perfect fit, and it was black, thank the heavens.

This is what it looks like (its a mafia fanfic ya'll, it needs pics galore):

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Being in the pool alone was boring after some time. I found myself so bored I imagined sharks underneath me so I would have something entertaining to do. Yoongi was not there, which was normal, and neither were the other guys.

I had worn the Bikini for nothing.

"Splashy splashy splash," I called to the air, in the attempt of summoning Yoongi, "I'm in the pool in a bikini~!"

I swear I could hear crickets in the background of the silence that answered me.

"Yoongi, my darling~," I called cheerily, "I'm in the pool~!"

Once again, there was no appearance from the teal haired man. I kept calling for him for what seemed like hours, my calls slowly going from cheery and enticing to plain insulting.

"Yoongi, you stupid bitch~!... where the fuck you at~?" I called with a fake smile for the last time as my patience wore very thin. I swear, once I find out where he lives imma drive a car through it. I told myself as I climbed out of the pool and out onto the wooden deck, kicking some item across the deck in annoyance.

And who could show up at that point but Taehyung as he stood there behind the pool fence, ogling my bikini?

I rolled my eyes at the coincidence, turning away from him to grab my towel perched on a beach chair. "Fuck off, I wasn't calling for you, loser."

Taehyung didn't say anything as his mouth was still open wide in amazement. Noticing his silence, I whipped my head around to him, my wrath against Yoongi pouring out on his innocent self.

"Don't make me kill you for the fourth time, Taehyung!"

Once again, He didn't move. Confused, I stepped over to him, my hand reaching out to pinch his cheek. "Taehyung?" I asked, my wrath draining into confusion. "You alright, buddy?" I flicked his face, but he still wouldn't move. It was almost as if he was frozen, and that only meant one thing.

Whipping my head away from Taehyung, I surveyed the area for Yoongi, and sure enough, I found him across the other end of the pool.

Our eyes met and his face, which was already as red as a tomato turned a darker hue. I watched as his eyes quickly zipped away from mine and his hands lowered to his pants.

"Yoongi!"