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five-rivers · 3 years ago

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Danger First

Chapter 8

@pocketramblr This one is a bit shorter, but it came fast. :3

As much of a disaster as this was, it would have been about a thousand times worse without Tensei there. The Nomu guy had All Might pinned down, and as terrifying as that was, it was only made worse by how little he reacted to Shouta erasing his quirk whenever he caught sight of him.

No wonder Midoriya had been a wreck this morning. If nothing else, this confirmed his quirk was some kind of precognitive danger detection, and Shouta fully intended to get it registered as such the minute they got out of this mess so that the next time Midoriya showed up shaking in his red shoes, they could hit the problem with an army.

The hand-covered villain started reciting numbers. What was he doing? Counting something? Time?

Shouta blinked. The villain said a new number.

Oh, hell. The bastard was measuring the length of time he could keep his quirk active.

Distantly, because he was currently fighting about a dozen villains and really needed to keep his attention on not dying, Shouta registered an approaching young scream. Then something thunked into the fountain, and a line - a carbon fiber cable? - appeared between Shouta and the hand villain, giving them both pause. The pause lasted just long enough for two pairs of red shoes to plow into the side of the hand villain's head.

The momentum of impact took both Midoriya and the hand villain into the fountain. Then the fountain disintegrated. Shouta turned his quirk back on, and Midoriya log rolled away from the remains of the fountain.

"Get out of here!" ordered Shouta.

"Yes, sir!" said Midoriya, scrambling to his feet and managing to dodge several villains' attacks in a way that looked both natural and uncanny.

Shouta refocused on the hand villain, who could evidently disintegrate things by touching them. What a joy. A completely terrible match up for close range fighters like himself and Tensei. Or All Might, for that matter.

As Shouta strategized, part of his brain filed the question of how Midoriya had gotten there under 'for later.'

It would be best to restrain him while he was still disoriented-

Then the portal villain was there, between him and the disintegration villain.

Shouta found himself falling.

Izuku did not reach Ingenium in time to stop him from being pinned by the tree. Not that he'd known Nomu would throw a tree that way, but he'd been more than aware that something bad was going to happen.

From what Izuku had seen so far, All Might had been trying to keep his fight with Nomu away from others while still occasionally throwing an assist. But Nomu was strong. If Izuku didn't know better, he'd say the villain had multiple quirks-

-except maybe he didn't know better. Here was Izuku with two quirks, after all. Who was to say there couldn't be another quirk like One for All?

That could be bad.

Judging by the way All Might's direct attacks and punches barely moved Nomu but throws seemed to work normally, in addition to a regeneration quirk, Izuku would say he had something else that absorbed impact. And then possibly a strength quirk...?

All Might and Nomu rolled out of the trees. All Might was ever-so-slightly bloodied. Nomu looked unscathed.

It would be a gamble, All Might probably had already realized it, but...

Knowledge was power.

Izuku cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "All Might! I think he has more than one quirk!"

Black bled into the air.

"You certainly are a golden egg, aren't you?"

The mist villain and the hand villain were there. The hand villain, who bore a strong resemblance to a drowned rat, cackled.

"You've been trying to seal his movements, haven't you?" he said, voice scratchy. "But it's no good, he's just as powerful as you. Nomu- our specially made multi-quirked anti-All Might weapon. Kurogiri."

"Yes, Shigaraki Tomura."

More portals started to form, and Izuku started to get a better, horrible idea of what the villains' goal here was.

He needed Ingenium, and Kaminari.

He edged away, then turned to run. He couldn't directly help All Might right now, but if All Might could just hold out a little longer-

He grabbed Kaminari and Tsuyu's hands. "Help me get Ingenium free! I have a plan!"

"You have a plan, Midoriya?" asked Ingenium.

"Y-yeah," said Midoriya. "Just, we have to get this off of you for it to work-"

"Explain to me as you go."

"Well-"

"Multiple quirks," said En quietly.

"No! Toshinori killed him!"

"Never thought he was human enough to die-" started Banjo.

"Please tell me you aren't quoting pre-quirk literature at us right now," said En.

"Yoichi?" asked Hikage.

The ghosts shifted their attention to their first member.

"You don't seem very surprised," observed Nana.

"I guess it's like Banjo said," said Yoichi with a pained smile. "I just... never really felt like it was over... Even if I didn't think he'd attack Izuku of all people..."

"Well, he isn't. Clearly he's sent his goons after Toshinori. But why wouldn't you think he'd go after Ninth as soon as he realized Toshi passed on One for All?" asked Nana, putting her hands on her hips.

"Probably because it doesn't look like he has One for All?" suggested En.

"Oh," said Nana. "Yeah. Good point."

Izuku didn't miss the pain that flickered across Ingenium's face as he stood, or the way he was clearly favoring one side of his body, but they didn't have a lot of options right now. This was the best they could do. All Might was still avoiding the portals, and Nomu reaching through them, but he'd had to abandon his cape.

Worse, he was still obviously worried about the four of them, and had left himself open to injury to knock small-fry villains away from them multiple times as they levered the tree off Ingenium.

They didn't have time. They didn't have options.

(This would be a great time for reinforcements from the school to arrive.)

(They didn't.)

Izuku handed the spooled out end of the grappling hook to Ingenium, and the gun end to Kaminari. Tsuyu wrapped her tongue around Izuku and they jumped away, out of range.

Then Ingenium took off, compensating for less thrust output on his injured side. He was wobbly, and the hand villain easily dodged him, but the mist villain, with his focus on the portals, didn't. Ingenium slammed the points of the grappling hook into the man's metal collar, and ran.

Lightning struck, racing down the conductive cable from Kaminari to the mist villain. The man convulsed, the portals snapping shut.

One of them snapped shut on Nomu.

The villain's arm flopped onto the ground, and Izuku swallowed hard. That could have been All Might, if they hadn't timed that right.

Nomu roared, but its muscles bulged, and its arm, rapidly, disgustingly, grew back.

They'd gotten rid of the portal threat, but what now? Nomu and the hand villain were still very much threats, and if the hand villain got even one hand on All Might, it was game over.

Third cursed, surprising everyone.

"Ooh, are you finally acknowledging Izuku's superior skill in strategy and quirk analysis?" asked Yoichi, striking a pose.

"No," said Third, stepping away from the wall. "You can keep him to yourself. I just don't want Eighth to die." He walked over to the fiery form that was Yagi Toshinori's placeholder in the mindscape. "He's still connected."

"Well, yeah," said Yoichi. "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving him Fa Jin."

"What! He can do that?" demanded Banjo. "What about Blackwhip?"

"How the hell would Toshinori explain Blackwhip? Give it a rest already."

Third put his hands on Eighth's shoulders.

"Midoriya!"

"Monoma?" Izuku staggered as Monoma dropped both hands on his shoulders. "What?"

"The portal villain!" said Monoma, eyes wide. "He has multiple quirks!"

"It's true," said Kirishima, running up behind him. "After we were zapped to the ruins zone, Monoma was able to do all sorts of stuff."

"So, he's like Nomu?"

"That thing has multiple quirks, too?"

Normally, cling someone with a quirk that affected their appearance a thing was frowned upon, but in this case they were all going to let it slide.

"Yeah," said Izuku. A terrible idea began to rise up in his mind. But then he was distracted by Kaminari starting to wander towards the fight. "I think it has three," he said in a rush. "Regen, strength, and shock absorption if you can think of anything-" he cut off. "We need to get Kaminari."

"I've got him," said Kirishima quickly, "I can take a hit."

Izuku nodded.

"Midoriya, Ingenium!" said Tsuyu with a gasp.

Ingenium had collapsed, clutching one of his legs. Tears pricked at Izuku's eyes. There was too much going on!

A wave of ice crusted over Nomu.

Todoroki!

All Might took advantage of his opponent's temporary incapacitation and leaped back to where Izuku and the others were, grabbing Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ingenium on the way. "You kids need to get out of here!"

"But the shock absorbtion-!"

"Geez, plain kid, what are you, some kind of exposition dump?" asked the hand villain, scratching his neck. "A secret gimmick boss?" He laughed. "Yeah, Nomu has shock absorption. Like I said-" Nomu ripped itself free of the ice, "-he's a specially made living sandbag, a damage sponge just for-"

The hand villain cut off as a floating tree branch hit him over the back of the head, knocking free one of his costume hands. He staggered but didn't fall, swiping behind him with one hand. One of his own hands, that was. Hagakure yelped.

Not really thinking, Izuku picked up a rock and threw it at the hand villain, who caught and disintegrated it. "That's it, you hero brats!" He was blown back by a gust of wind.

"Go!" urged All Might. "Shock absorption quirks always have limits! So do regeneration quirks!"

So did All Might.

"If I could touch him," started Monoma. "If I could touch you-"

"Go," repeated All Might, more urgently.

"You heard him," said Tsuyu.

"Running away?" taunted the hand villain. Then, more quietly but still audible, "Wake up, Kurogiri."

All Might smiled grimly. "Not at all," he said. Then he charged the Nomu.

The silver lining to being shipped express to the location of one of the most traumatic events in his life was that Shouta had cell service. He could call UA.

Literally everything else sucked.

"Nezu," he croaked into the receiver. "Attack-"

"On the USJ, yes. I gathered reinforcements when the computer system stopped returning my pings and I couldn't contact you or Thirteen. What is your- oh, dear, how did you get all the way out there?"

"One of the villains has a warp quirk," said Shouta, he shifted and hissed. "Dropped me from over a story up." Probably more like two. Or even three. "Kinda want to know why he dropped me here."

"I'm sending a ambulance your way," said Nezu brusquely.

"There's also a guy who can turn stuff to dust with a touch - got me a couple times, but only got my skin - and really... muscly guy. Fighting All Might. Lots of cannon fodder. My kids-"

"You've done everything you can. Focus on not dying. You were always one if my favorite students. I'd hate to lose you."

"I'm a teacher."

"And? Ah! That's Iida Tenya on the road!"

"'S he okay?"

"Somewhat winded, but unharmed! Anything else we should know?"

"One of the villains was going toe-to-toe with All Might," said Shouta, blinking black spots out of his eyes. "The leader had a five-point disintegration quirk- Got me a couple times, just lost some skin though." He inhaled deeply, and groaned at the distinct sensation of a cracked rib. "Kids were scattered. Don't know where they all were. Saw Midoriya." He took another gasp of air. "I think Thirteen was injured."

He could hear sirens.

"I think," he said, weakly, "that's... no, there were a lot of canon fodder guys... Did I say that already? I think that's it."

"Thank you, Shouta. I'm going to leave you on speaker. If you can think of anything else, let us know. We need to debrief Iida, now."

"Hn," said Shouta.

By the time All Might punched Nomu through the roof of the USJ, the hand villain was shaking the mist villain vigorously, and Izuku and his classmates were halfway to the exit, carrying Ingenium and Kaminari.

Izuku was relieved, despite the danger still hanging in the air. It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes since this all started, but it was probably shorter, and Izuku knew All Might had all his time for today.

With Nomu gone, there was no way All Might would lose. Not even to someone with a destructive five-point quirk. Izuku could write a whole article on his reasoning, with sources cited.

All Might flipped a cube out of his pocket, and it unfolded into a pair of handcuffs designed specifically for restraining people with five-point quirks. It was obvious that the hand villain wasn't going to come quietly.

The mist villain's yellow eyes opened groggily. All Might moved-

-too slow.

The hand villain and the mist villain were gone.

The other villains who had come with them, however, were still very present. Which is why, Izuku would maintain until he died, he passed out when the rest of the teachers stepped through the door of the USJ and he finally felt safe.

Shouta watched as the two villain leaders stumbled out of a portal not far from him. He had the presence of mind to silence his phone, but couldn't focus enough to do much else. Hopefully Nezu still recorded all his calls, the paranoid rodent...

"Kurogiri," growled the hand villain. "Where the hell are we, and why are we here?"

The mist villain - Kurogiri? - shook his head slowly. "I am unsure, Shigaraki Tomura. I do not recognize the area." His voice was unsteady and itched at Shouta's brain. "I suspect... I suspect that the electric attack of that student has damaged my quirk control."

"Then get it undamaged, idiot. Goddamn sun... we're out in the open! I can hear sirens."

"I believe that those are ambulance sirens. Police sirens have a different pitch-"

"I don't care! Open a portal back home!"

"I am uncertain if that is-"

"Take us back to the bar. Now."

The villains left again, all without noticing Shouta. Maybe they were just desensitized to corpses lying in dark alleys or something. Not that he was a corpse yet. Even if his eyes were sliding closed.

What an illogical affair.

This was a stupid place to die.

"Alright," said En, in a tone that indicated he wanted attention. "Now that Ninth is no longer in danger of immediate death, I think we have some things to talk about. Firstly, Yoichi, I have a question for you."

Yoichi looked resigned. "Ask away, then."

"Before I ask it, I just want to preface that I've always had the utmost respect for you, and obviously there's nothing you can do to act on it from in here, but I can't help but notice that you seem... unusually attached to Ninth."

Yoichi gestured for En to contine.

"So, I have to ask... Yoichi, are you a pedophile?"

"No, I'm not rel- a pedophile?"

"Like I said, you seem unusu-"

"I'm his uncle!"

"What," said Nana.

"What," said Banjo, not quite at the same time.

"Wha- Not that I'm not pleased I won't have to figure out a way to double murder you, but what?" demanded En.

"I can't believe you thought I was a pedophile! What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with him?" said Banjo, phantom representations of Blackwhip peeling off his body. "What's wrong with you? How are you Ninth's uncle?"

"In the usual way!" shouted Yoichi, who seemed to have gotten stuck on high volume. "I'm actually kind of shocked none of you noticed right away!"

"How could we possibly have noticed?" demanded Banjo.

"I noticed," said Hikage.

"I- Wait, what, really?" Yoichi turned to Hikage.

"Yes," said Hikage, gravely. "All for One was in the family photo on the wall in Ninth's house. The one in the living room. I thought we were just avoiding the subject to be polite."

"Hikage," said Nana, "I cannot begin to tell you how much that wasn't what was going on. Is that why you two were sulking?" she asked Third.

"We aren't sulking. We're protesting the ridiculous decision to give One for All to the son of All for One. And I'm going right back to it."

"Bah!" said Yoichi, waving him off. "Go sulk in your corner! You're just jealous that Izuku is the coolest One for All holder!"

En's eyes had narrowed suspiciously. "Those two were sulking way before we were in Ninth, let alone his house. When did they find out?"

"Like, the day after Eighth met him. I told them because I wanted advice, but I got sulking instead. See if I tell them any more secrets, ever."

"That was a year ago," said Nana. "Are you- How in the world did you know, anyway?"

"He looks just like Hisashi did at that age," said Yoichi. "Also, he always said that if he had kids, he'd name them Tomura and Izuku, so..."

"Ninth looks like his mother, though," said Nana.

"Yeah, and All for One is a grade-A narcissist," said Yoichi.

"You're saying he picked, ugh, what was her name- Inko. He picked Inko because she looked like him?" asked Nana.

"Yeah, essentially."

"Wait, wait, back up," said Banjo. "Tomura? Did you say Tomura?"

"Yeah?"

"That's what the mist guy called the hand guy that one time. Actually- Didn't All for One go by Shigaraki for a while there, too?"

The only audible sound was a heartrate monitor's muffled beep. Presumably from Ninth being hooked up to one.

"That's messed up," said Yoichi, finally. There wasn't much else to say.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #danger first #danger first au #fic #fanfic

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escapewithbts · 4 years ago

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They Find Out About Your Original Bias - Hyung Line

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Namjoon: It was the first time your boyfriend had come over to your place. The relationship was relatively new so you were pretty nervous to have him there; showing someone your personal space opened up a whole new level of vulnerability. But you felt ready to show Namjoon, and it was actually going very well so far.

“And this is my bedroom.” You stated as you walked in and let him enter ahead of you.

He strolled around slowly with his hands behind his back, taking in every detail; his eagerness to learn everything there was to know about you evident.

“It’s cozy in here,” he said looking back at you with a dimpled smile, “I like it a lot.”

You blushed and thanked him quietly. He then sauntered over to your large bookshelf full of all different genres. He ran his long finger along their spines, occasionally picking one up to inspect it.

“May I borrow this?” He questioned, holding up a particularly good one.

You nodded and leaned against the doorframe.

“Of course. You can borrow any of them.”

He nodded and tucked it under his arm, then went back to investigating.

You smiled, admiring the way his eyebrows furrowed while searching all the titles and how wide his eyes got when he found one that sparked his interest. You were so glad you found someone who loved to read as much as you did.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing, but you couldn’t see why since he had turned his back toward you.

“What about this one?” he asked, “Can I borrow it, too?”

To your horror, when he turned around he was holding up a notebook you had put together before you had met; a colorful notebook covered in pictures of your old bias.

“‘All the Reasons I Love Min Yoongi’,” he read out loud, “This sounds like a really great read!”

Your face turned beet red as you rushed over to him.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I forgot all about that!”

You attempted to grab the notebook from his grasp but he quickly held it up high, his height taking the upper hand.

“I’m serious, (y/n), I really want to read it! Maybe it will give me some inspiration!” he joked, grinning down at you as you tried to jump and take it from him.

“Joonie, nooo, oh my god, please give it back!” You demanded in between giggles.

Finally he lowered it down and you snatched it from him while you had the chance, holding it tightly against your chest. Namjoon couldn’t stop laughing.

“I-I really did forget about it...” you smiled, looking down at the ground shyly, “I’m sorry, Namjoon, I would have thrown it away...”

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Please don’t throw it away, (y/n),” he said, “It’s so cute. I love that you were a fan of ours before we met... even if you did have poor taste.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“Besides,” he went on, “I know for a fact I’m your favorite Bangtan rapper now.”

You smiled wide at him and ran a hand through his soft hair.

“Of course you are, Joonie.”

Then you stood on your tip toes and put your lips to his in a tender kiss.

~~~

Seokjin: You had spent the day showing your boyfriend Jin around your hometown, ending at the house you grew up in where your parents still lived. He had followed you through the whole tour of the home, listening to the all the anecdotes and memories you had of the things you experienced there. He loved getting a glimpse into the childhood that had shaped you into who you are as an adult. It made you two feel closer than ever.

“So that concludes the tour!” You exclaimed, throwing you hands up and entering the foyer where the tour had started. Jin looked at you quizzically and pointed at the staircase.

“But you didn’t even show me your old bedroom. Can’t I see it?”

You shook your head. “No, no that’s not interesting. It’s just a bedroom... you know, there’s a bed, dresser, desk... normal stuff.”

You waved your hands in protest, trying to convince Jin it wasn’t worth seeing. He cocked his head and squinted his eyes at you suspiciously.

“Hmm, no, I’d actually really like to see your old room,(y/n)-ah.”

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

“Fine.”

You headed up the stairs, Jin folllowing close behind you, your heart beating faster with every step. You stopped outside the bedroom door and turned to him.

“Jinnie, I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes of course. Why are you being so weird? What is in there?”

You put your hand on his arm in reassurance.

“Just remember, I haven’t been in this room in 5 years... A lot has changed since then, okay?”

Jin knitted his eyebrows and nodded hesitantly.

Finally, you took a deep breath and opened the door. You switched the overhead light on to reveal what had made you warn Seokjin before entering; all the walls were covered in pictures and posters of your old BTS bias, none other than Kim Taehyung. You bit your lip and glanced at your boyfriend. His wide eyes scanned the whole room, his mouth open in shock.

“Oh my...” he trailed off.

Suddenly he burst out laughing his infamous windshield wiper laugh, wrinkles forming around his eyes. He brought his hand up to his mouth and slapped his knee with the other.

“Jin-ah! Stop laughing!” You demanded with a smile, hiding your embarrassed face in your hands.

He couldn’t stop. You noticed tears falling down his cheeks from laughing so hard.

“Oh my god, I have to take a picture for V-ssi!” he said, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

You quickly snatched the phone from his hand.

“Oh no absolutely not! No one is ever seeing this room ever! I’m-I’m taking all this down!”

Jin finally began to catch his breath and held up his hands. “Don’t take it down, (y/n), please,” he said, stepping toward you and pulling you into a hug, the chuckles still escaping from his chest making you shake against him, “It’s okay, it’s okay. You just found a different BTS Kim to love!”

~~~

Yoongi: You sat on the couch flipping between channels when your boyfriend walked in the living room. He had come from his studio down the hall where he had been working on music.

“Hey (y/n)?”

You glanced over at him and noticed an annoyed look on his face.

“Yes, Yoongs?”

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck.

“Can I borrow your laptop? My computer is completely fucking up and I can’t seem to fix it.”

You smiled sympathetically at him.

“Of course you can, it’s in the bedroom at the desk.”

He turned away then came back a couple minutes later holding your computer and a pair of his headphones. He plopped down next to you and propped his feet up on the coffee table before opening the laptop and recovering the files he had been working on. You let him do his thing, happy that now with a portable computer he was able to be next to you while he worked.

Some time passed when suddenly out of nowhere Yoongi burst into a fit of giggles, leaning his body away from you slightly.

“What, what? What’s so funny?” You asked, smiling at his outburst and cute gummy smile.

He waved his hand at you while still staring at the screen.

“Nothing nothing.” He snickered.

You turned your body toward him and nudged his arm.

“Come onnn Yoongi, show me.”

He covered his large grin with his hand and slowly turned the laptop so you could see it.

There on the screen, to your horror, was a file folder with the title “WWH Jin”, full of pictures of your old bias Kim Seokjin. Your face turned hot and red, and you went to close the laptop. Yoongi’s hand stopped it.

“Don’t shut it, I want to look!”

He was still laughing.

You put your head in your hands and whined through a smile, “Yoongi-ahhhh, you weren’t ever supposed to see that, I meant to delete it!”

He scrolled through the pictures while you just peaked through your fingers in shame.

“Damn, (y/n), I knew Jin was your favorite but I didn’t think you would have a whole folder dedicated to him.”

You shrugged. “It was a long time ago.... can we stop looking at it now please?”

Yoongi rubbed your shoulder.

“Sure, sure, but I’m emailing the whole folder over to Jin hyung.”

Your eyes got wide and you quickly grabbed the laptop from his grasp.

“Oh no you are not Min Yoongi!”

You closed it swiftly and put it on the coffee table in front of you. Yoongi laughed and pulled you by the shoulders until you fell into his warm chest, his arms holding you close to him.

“I’m just kidding jagiya, I would never do that to you.”

He kissed the top of your head and you looked up into his dark brown eyes.

“Just maybe make a ‘Min Suga’ folder, too, hmm?”

You laughed and snuggled more into him.

“Okay, I can do that Yoongi-ah.”

~~~

Hoseok: You were preparing dinner for you and Hoseok when you suddenly heard your Twitter notifications going off like crazy. You got mentioned a lot being in a public relationship with an idol, but this seemed excessive. You wiped your hands on the kitchen towel and unlocked your phone to see what all the fuss was about.

Your eyes widened in shock when you scrolled through the tweets about you... someone had found your old Tumblr where you had written stories about your old bias, Park Jimin. How they figured out it was you you had no idea, but you did know fans could be quite detective.

“Hobi!” You called to him, rushing into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, “Please tell me you haven’t read any of the tweets about-“ you stopped when you saw him looking at you with the biggest mischievous grin on his face.

He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively. You groaned, hiding your embarrassed face in your hands.

“‘I closed my eyes and felt Jimin’s soft plump lips on mine as he kissed me passionately...’” Jhope read out loud from the app on his phone.

You leapt towards him.

“Hobi-ah, noooo!”

He moved the phone away from your reach.

“Ohh Jimin, yes, I love your 6 pack and plump lips, ohh you’re so sexy Jimin-ah!” He teased.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, attempting to take his phone so he couldn’t read anymore. He held the phone above his head and laid back on the couch, using his other arm to pull you down on top of him.

You squealed, falling into his chest.

“So you liked Jimin-ah, huh?”

You tugged at his shirt gently, not meeting his gaze.

“Yes...” you mumbled, “I honestly totally forgot about that site and those stories.”

Hoseok kissed your nose and ran his hand through your hair.

“I think it’s cute, Jagi.”

You cocked you head at him.

“You do?”

He smiled.

“Yeah! And it just confirms my suspicions about you having a thing for dancers.” He said with a wink.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 5 years ago

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BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request; You and your kids are mobbed by fans/antis

A/N: Imma be honest with you all. I worked on this request for 2 hours last night and was almost finished, and then it got deleted somehow. :( SO. This is a watered down and not as well done retype of my previous ideas. So i apologize.

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof boyscouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Anon Request, Anon Ask, Angst, Husband Au, Dad Au, Seokjin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you

Genre: Angst

Warnings: There’s not many, and they’re brief, but some hateful things are said to idols and their families.

TItle: Maddening Crowd

KIM SEOKJIN

Your phone begins to ring shrilly as you pull back down your shirt and slide from the exam table. You mouth an apology to your doctor as you begin to dig through your purse for the cell phone, while Mishil eagerly takes the line of ultrasound pictures and begins to ask the doctor a million questions.

“Hyo, is everything okay?” You ask when you pick up, slightly surprised that your eldest daughter is calling. She had decided to skip the ultrasound in favor of going to the mall with her friends, and it was odd for her to call you when she was out and about.

“Mom?” Her voice sounds wobbly, and you are instantly on the defensive.

“Hyo, honey, is everything okay?” You repeat again, reaching for your purse as you ready to leave the doctor’s office.

“No.” She sniffs, the sound loud through the speaker, and then continues, voice thick with tears. “Some of dad’s haters saw me at lunch…...and they…..said really horrible things.”

Anger immediately fills your stomach at her words, and you pause, pinching the phone between your ear and shoulder, taking a deep breath in to keep calm for your daughter, who still sounds terrified and shook up on the other end of the phone. “Okay. Hyo, honey.” You grab Mishil, and with another mouthed thank you at the doctor, pull her behind you down the hallway and out of the doctor’s office as you ask, “Where are you right now?”

“In the bathroom.” Hyo replies, and she sniffles again, and you can tell that she is on the verge of tears.

“Okay, honey.” You push through the doors of the office and out into the parking lot. “Stay where you are. I’m going to call dad and he’s going to come and get you, okay?”

There is a brief moment of silence, and then Hyo’s voice, trembling, replies on a shaky breath, “Okay.”

Hanging up, the rage still boiling in your stomach, you punch in Jin’s number.

*********

Jin sees your number come up on his phone, and brief anxiety clenches his stomach as he waves to the other boys, excusing himself to the silence of the hallway. “Hey, jagi, what’s up?” He wonders, only momentarily, if something is wrong with the baby.

“Jin.” Your voice is gravely serious as it comes through the speaker of his phone, and once again, his stomach clenches in worry.

“Is everything okay?” He asks softly, waiting for your response, as he hears the car start in the background of your phone call.

“No.” You reply, and he hears the car door slam before you continue, voice tight with anger. “Hyo was at the mall and some of your haters cornered her.”

“What?” The word tumbles from Jin’s mouth in shock, and then immediately, he is on the defensive, as he demands, “What the hell happened?”

“She’s hiding in the bathroom.” You say with a sigh. “I told her you’d go and pick her up.”

“I’m on my way.” Jin says, already pulling his car keys from his pocket, vision hazy with anger as he heads toward the elevator.

“Thanks, Jin.” You respond, before he ends the phone call, already on the way to pick up his daughter.

*******

“Hyo, honey?” Jin calls through the doorway into the empty bathroom, the door held cracked open as he peers through to try and catch sight of his daughter.

When there is no response, he barges in without a second thought, and making his way down the aisle of stalls, he pauses outside one where a pair of checkered converse with bright pink laces are peeping below the door, and sniffles can be heard from inside.

“Hyo, I’m coming in.” Jin says, before slowly pushing open the door of the stall to see his daughter sitting on the lid of the toilet, eyes red, as she wipes at her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“Are you okay?” Jin asks softly, crouching down in front of her, as he rests his hands on her knees, and hands her a wad of toilet paper.

“No.” Hyo replies, her voice shaky, as she wipes her eyes with trembling hands and takes in a deep breath. “Those people. They said really horrible things about you and mom and me and Mishil….” She trails off, her voice catching, as tears begin to gather in her eyes once more.

“Hyo.” Jin states firmly, seriously, as he meets the watery gaze of his daughter, pushing the anger down in his stomach in favor of fervence. “Don’t listen to anything they say. They’re jealous and hateful and spiteful, and nothing they say is true. And they don’t matter.”

She sits in silence for a brief moment, still sniffling, thinking over his words, and then she nods, just barely, as she whispers, “Okay.”

“Good. Now come on. I’m here to take you home.”

MIN YOONGI

“Shit.” You swear under your breath as you round the corner and see the crowd outside the BigHit building.

Making sure Jag-Eun is still asleep in her stroller, chubby fist in her mouth, dark pigtails falling over her forehead as the toddler sleeps soundly, you bend down, placing Holly into the stroller beside your sleeping daughter, as you say softly, patting the miniature poodle’s soft head, “Stay in here, buddy. I don’t want you to get stepped on.”

Sighing heavily, you pull down the ball cap that you wear to cover more of your face, before adjusting the mask higher on your nose and ducking your head as you begin to walk once more.

You know, if you can get through the first layer of fans, that the security guards at the door will recognize you and help you inside. It’s just making it through on your own until then.

You manage to walk past the first couple of fans littering the sidewalk, pushing your stroller, head down, without much trouble, but then, someone recognizes you, and chaos ensues.

“Holy shit, is that Min (Y/N)??”

“It is! And she has Jag-Eun with her!”

“Excuse me.” You say loudly, firmly, as people begin to close in around you and the stroller, jostling you as you try to stay your course toward the front door of the building.

The press of bodies around you is closing in, and you feel claustrophobic, as hands grasp at the material of your jacket, gripping, grabbing, touching.

“Please let us through.” You repeat, louder this time, over the babble of the crowd, as more voices join in with exclamations.

“Noona, how’s Yoongi??”

“I swear to God, Jag-Eun is a carbon copy of Suga-oppa!”

“And she has Min Holly too!!”

You manage, with white knuckles and caught breath, to push through the last of the fans, and finally, you are at the doors, as the security guards rush to assist you, pushing back the crowd, as one of them ushers you quickly inside the building.

Once inside the quiet, empty foyer of BigHIt, you catch your breath, leaning over the stroller to see that Jag-Eun is still soundly asleep with a sigh of relief.

Assuring the worried security guards that you all are fine, you take the elevator up to the floor where the Genius lab is located, taking the time to regain your breath from the press of the chaotic crowd outside.

You’re just thankful your daughter managed to sleep through it all.

Reaching the floor, the elevator doors open, and you step out, only to run directly into Yoongi.

“Y/N?” He asks with surprise, and then his eyes darken slightly, as a frown furrows his brow. “What the hell are you doing here?” He glances into the stroller for a moment, making sure his daughter is all right. “I thought we agreed you two wouldn’t come to the studio anymore!”

“I know.” you breathe out, running a hand through your mussed hair, suddenly realizing that your hat had somehow been snatched in the fray outside. “I know.” you repeat with a slight smile, before saying, “And now I remember why.”

Yoongi’s face softens slightly, and he once again glances in at Jag-Eun, before scanning his gaze over you. “Are you all right? Did they hurt you?”

“No.” you shake your head, reaching down to pat Holly. “We’re all okay. Although, I did lose my favorite ball cap in the rush.”

Yoongi snorts, a sound between a scoff and something of amusement, and then he pulls you to him, pressing a brief kiss to your lips, his own soft and warm against your own, before he pulls back and says with slight humor, “Don’t worry. I’ll get you another one.”

JUNG HOSEOK

“Okay, boys, remember.” you warn as you step into the airport terminal, the twins’ hands held tightly between your own. “Take care of your own backpacks, and please don’t let go of my hands.”

“Okay, mama.” Korain looks up at you with a smile, cap pulled low over his eyes, his ears sticking out much like his fathers, as he grasps the straps of his backpack.

“Kyong?” You question, glancing down at the other boy, who stands on your other side.

“Yes, mommy.” Kyong replies, glancing up at you with bright eyes, as he adjusts his own backpack on his shoulders.

Making your way over to the front desk, a flight attendant smiles at you largely, as she asks cheerfully, “Tickets please?”

“Stay right here, boys.” You say firmly, as you release their hands to hand the woman the tickets.

“Thank you!” She hands them back after a moment, giving you another overly cheerful smile, as she motions down the long corridor toward the gates. “You’ll be at Gate FA. Have a nice flight!”

Taking the boys hands once again, you hoist the bags higher on your shoulder, as you pull them along with you toward your gate, suddenly regretting attempting to take them alone to your parents’ this weekend.

And then, out of nowhere, all hell breaks loose.

“There they are! Get the cameras!”

Suddenly, a throng of press and reporters is closing in, surrounding the three of you with flashing lights and the click of recording, as voices pour over one another, shouting questions in your direction.

“Mrs. Jung, where are you headed? Why isnt your husband with you?”

“How is your relationship with J-Hope?”

You blink, trying to see through the wave of lights from the cameras and video recorders, stumbling over your words as you get out, “I’m not answering questions. Please let us through.”

A microphone is shoved in your face, as a reporter asks hurriedly, “Mrs. Jung, why are you at the airport without J-Hope? Are you running from something? Where are you going?”

You blink again, as more microphones are pushed in your direction, trying to collect your thoughts, but when you look down and see the twins clinging to your sides, eyes wide with fear and distress, suddenly, your mind clears, and you yell out, pushing forward through the crowd, “Let. Us. Through!”

The twins’ fingers clenched tightly between your own, you shove through the throng, and one of the reporters knocks the bag on your shoulder loose, and while you struggle to right yourself, and keep hold on the scared twins, you feel tears start to threaten behind your vision.

Suddenly, airport security is there, pushing back the crowd and ushering you all forward, and as you hurry toward the safety of the gates, the tears finally begin to fall.

*******

“We called your husband, Mrs. Jung. He should be here momentarily.” The attendant says with a soft smile and a sympathetic look in your direction, as she hands you a water bottle.

You nod, taking a hard swallow of the water, before you sigh into the silence of the back room, glancing over at the twins, who seemed to have forgotten about their harrowing experience moments before, now that they had the lure of free movies and snacks to keep them occupied.

“Baby!” Hobi barrels into the room, eyes wide and dark, coat flapping around his tall frame, hair messy and falling over his forehead.

“Thank god.” you breathe out at the sight of him, getting up from your seat and running directly into his arms.

“Shit. Are you okay?” Hobi asks as you bury your face in his chest, his familiar smell and sound of his heartbeat comforting enough that it manages to regulate your breathing. “I can’t believe those assholes….”

You pull back from him slightly, giving him a warning glare, as you look pointedly over at your sons in the corner of the room, watching something on an iPad intently.

“Sorry.” he winces, apologizing for his swearing, before he glances over you. “But are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, we’re okay. Just shook up.” you reply truthfully, still not letting him go, your fingers digging into the fabric of his coat sleeves. “How did they know we’d be here?”

“I don’t know.” Hobi replies, eyes darkening, as his voice fills with weary anger. “However, I do know that you three aren’t going to your parents’ alone now. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

You nod, grateful for his decision, as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, before reluctantly letting you go and crossing the room to his sons, crouching before them as he prepares to tell them that daddy is going on their trip.

KIM NAMJOON

Stepping out of the car, you are thankful that you left Moon-soo and Hana home with Namjoon’s parents tonight, as you scan your gaze over the crush of people pressed against the barriers on either side of the carpet leading to the award’s show.

You know, judging by the lightsticks and banners and screaming, that most of the crowd is fans of your husband, but at every large event, there are always haters, waiting in the background to ruin the evening.

“Breathe, baby. And smile.” Namjoon’s voice is low in your ear, his breath warm against your cheek, as he chuckles, feeling how tense you are beside him. “You’ve done this a million times.”

“I know. I know.” you grumble out between your teeth, trying to do your best to plaster a fake smile across your overly lipsticked lips, as your fingers curl around Namjoon’s elbow.

He leads you forward down the carpet, and you wave politely to the fans, as cameras flash, and your fingers clench tightly into the material of his suit, as you focus on walking and not tripping over your high heels or the long length of your ridiculous evening gown.

And then, you hear it.

“Go back to Ilsan, you wannabe idol!”

“Who let someone so ugly on the stage??”

You clench your teeth at the voices wafting above the cheers from the rest of the crowd, and Namjoon, sensing your sudden tenseness, murmurs below his breath to you, smile still on his lips, “Baby. Don’t.”

You heed his warning, trying to ignore the voice in the back of your mind that is begging you to confront them, as you walk forward another step.

“Why do we even have idol beauty standards if they’re not followed? Who hired this guy? They should be fired!”

“That’s it.” You say, teeth clenched, as red rage fills your vision.

Namjoon was used to the haters, he viewed their comments philosophically, as a platform to grow and prove them wrong.

But you were not so inclined.

“Hey!” You whirl on your heel before Namjoon can stop you, pointing through the crowd toward the boy who had just yelled, surrounded by his friends, as they giggle over their insults at the back of the fans. When they look up at your cry, you fix them with a glare. “Yeah, you.”

The boy who had spoken stares at you, eyes wide, as you approach the barrier, and you realize that the crowd has quieted, all eyes on you, as your knuckles grow white from gripping the edge of the walkway.

“Are you aware that you’re spewing shit from your mouth like an overflowing toilet?” You ask hotly, glancing between the group of teenage boys, who in the face of what they’ve done, suddenly look slightly frightened. “I swear to god, if I hear one more word of your bullshit, I’ll come over this barrier and beat your asses into the ground, so hard, in fact, that you sons of bitches won’t be able to sit on said toilet in the morning.” They look sufficiently cowed in the face of your anger, and the rest of the crowd is silent, watching you with open mouths as cameras click furiously. “Do I make myself clear?”

And then, Namjoon is there, saying something indiscernible into your ear, and pulling you away from the barrier and toward the building.

Stumbling over your feet behind him, you yell out over your shoulder in the direction of the boys, now lost in the crowd, “You wish you were this famous, you son of a bitch!”

Namjoon pushes you into the cool, darkened interior of the building, into an empty back hallway, and you take a moment to catch your breath, smoothing your hair, before you glance toward him through the darkness. His face is unreadable in the dim lighting, and so you say softly, “I’m sorry, Joonie. I’m sorry that I made a scene and might have made you look bad.” You pause, before straightening and saying firmly, “But I’m not sorry I stood up for you.”

You wait in the silence, wait for him to come forward and tell you how bad the stories will be in the morning, how you’ve ruined his image, how you need to control yourself better.

But instead, he steps toward you, and catching you off guard, meets your lips with his own. The kiss is impassioned and rough and ends all too soon, and as Namjoon creates space between the two of you, breath hot on your face, he smiles, just barely, dimples marking his cheeks, as he reaches up to press some hair behind your ear, before saying two, fervent, firm words.

“Me neither.”

PARK JIMIN

“Hey Chim, I’m going to run to the corner store, okay? You call out to your husband, as you slip on your sneakers beside the door.

There is a brief moment of silence, and then Jimin appears in the doorway, Yun Hee held on his hip, her favorite dolls clutched to her chest. “Okay, baby. We’re fine here. I just got Eun-Ha down for her nap.”

“You’re a god, I swear.” You say gratefully, crossing the room to press a swift kiss to Jimin’s full lips, and then another against the crown of your toddler’s head. “Be back in just a minute.”

With a wave, you head out from the apartment, breathing in the crisp Seoul air as you walk down the block to the corner store, your coat pulled tightly around your body for warmth.

Entering the store, you greet the cashier, before heading toward the back corner, but not before taking a few detours.

Stashing another bag of crisps into the bottom of the basket held in the crook of your arm, you are startled slightly when you almost bump into someone at the end of the aisle, glancing up as you blurt out, “Oh shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, at the sight of a group of teenage girls standing before you, circling and blocking off the end of the aisle, eyes bright above their face masks, hands holding cell phones and notepads, all covered in one face that you know incredibly well.

Park Jimin.

Jimin Stans.

“Mrs. Park? Can we ask you some questions?” One of the girls, seeming to be the leader of the group, asks, pulling down her mask slightly to reveal berry pink lips against white gleaming teeth.

“Umm….” You start to say, shuffling your basket full of snacks awkwardly to your other arm as you shift on your feet.

“It’s just, we LOVE your husband SO much.” One of the girls giggles out from behind your mask, the Chimmy headband she wears bright yellow against her dark ponytail.

“Who doesn’t, right?” You try to chuckle, though the sound comes out humorless, as you begin to inch to one side of the aisle to squeeze past the overly excited group.

The girls giggle loudly at your joke, as if you are the funniest person in the world, and then another speaks up, eyes comically wide as she gasps out, “Mrs. Park, is Jimin as sexy in person as he is on stage?”

“Oh yes!” Another girl chimes in dreamily before you can get a word in edgewise, hands clasping to her chest in an expression of comic wonder. “Jimin is sooooo dreamy.”

You are growing antsy. You want to get home, eat your snacks, and cuddle with said man that the girls are talking about with stars in their eyes.

Not to mention, the main reason you came to the store in the first place.

“Yeah, look, girls….” You start to say once again, managing to squeeze past a few of them as you try to reach your original destination.

“Mrs. Park.” The leader speaks up again, eyeing you as you creep your way through, her voice suddenly serious. “No offense, but if Jimin ever leaves you for a fan, someone younger, I hope you’ll realize that he’s only doing what’s best for him, and try not to be angry.

You stop in your tracks at her words, disgust and annoyance welling up inside of you, and before you can rein yourself in, you turn to face her with a tight smile, saying through suddenly clenched teeth, “You know what, honey?” You offer her a saccharine smile. “You’re absolutely right. If Jimin ever leaves me for someone younger, I would have no reason to be angry. Do you know why?” At her blank stare, you continue softly, stepping closer to her, “Because, I know sure as hell, for a fact, that this ‘fan,’ this ‘younger girl,’ would never be you. You’re not Jimin’s type.”

Her mouth drops open, and the other girls gasp at your statement.

Fixing the smile once again on your lips, you straighten, clearing your throat as you motion toward the back corner of the store. “Now, if you all don’t mind, I just had a baby, and my vagina feels like it’s going to fall out of my body, not to mention, I’m bleeding like the Crimson Tide down there. So I’d really like to get my pads, if that’s okay with you.”

Without a word, the girls part to let you through, mouths agape, and you don’t bother to hide the smug smile on your face as you leave the aisle.

KIM TAEHYUNG

“Oh my gosh, can you believe that this is Taehyung’s favorite flavor of ice cream?”

Ara rolls her eyes beside you from the back of the line, looking up from her phone at the teenage fan’s fervently spoken words.

You look over at her in amusement, stepping forward as the line moves closer to the window. “What?”

“I dunno, just….” she sighs, sticking her phone into the pocket of her jeans as she crosses her arms over her chest with a scowl. “It’s dad, you know? It weirds me out that people care about this stuff. Like, what ice cream flavor he likes.”

“He’s an idol, honey.” you reply, shrugging slightly. “It’s always been like this, even since before you were born.”

“I know, I know.” She replies with agitation, moving closer to the ice cream truck. “It’s just weird, mom. Like, we see him at home, where he’s just dad, and then there’s stuff like this.” She motions with a wave of her hand to the sign on the side of the truck, a picture of her father’s face from one of his shoots blown up, next to the name of his favorite flavor of ice cream.

“I know, babe.” you laugh slightly, as the group of girls from earlier pass by you on their way over to the park.

“Oh my gosh.” one of the girls stops, her mouth wide, ice cream momentarily forgotten, as she catches sight of you and Ara, elbowing her friends slightly before she says excitedly, “You’re Taehyung’s family!”

Ara rolls her eyes again, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her coat. “Yup. That would be us.”

“Your dad is like, so cool.” one of the other girls chimes in, clutching her cone in her hand, as she grins brightly at Ara.

You glance over at your daughter, who seems to be softening, just a bit, underneath the attention of the girls, and eager to help her along, you glance over at the group, saying brightly, with a smile in their direction, “I’m sure Ara would be more than happy to tell you some more about her dad, girls.”

Ara shoots you a sharp look and you shrug, as the first girl speaks up, excitement clear in her tone, as she bounces on the balls of her feet, “That would be so cool!” She glances at the other girls, and they all nod. “Would you want to come to the mall with us?”

Ara hesitates, and you hold your breath, waiting for her response.

She scuffs the sole of her sneakers on the concrete, before saying softly, “I mean, after I get my ice cream, sure.” She pushes hair back from her forehead. “Although, i really don’t want to talk about my dad all the time.”

“Oh no!’ The girl waves her hand with a laugh, and your daughter almost smiles as she says, “Just a few questions. And then our lips are sealed, okay??”

Another hesitation, and then Ara smiles fully. “Okay.

JEON JUNGKOOK

“I’m really nervous about this, Kook.” you say, as you jiggle your knee in the backseat of the car, hand resting on the lip of your son’s car seat as you stare blindly out the window at passing Seoul.

“I know, baby, but try to relax.” Jungkook reaches over to rest his hand on your knee, stopping your agitated movements as he flashes you his bright smile, teeth biting into his bottom lip with the motion. “Our security is really good. They’ll keep us safe.”

“I know, I know.” You sigh out, once again resuming your knee bouncing beneath his large palm, as the airport draws into view. “This is just our first time traveling with you since Daeseok was born.”

“Baby.” jungkook says, slight amusement in his tone, as the car pulls to the curb. He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to face you fully, a slight smile still crossing his lips as he leans over to kiss your cheek. “Trust me, okay?”

“Okay.” you nod, once as Jungkook gets out of his side of the car, crossing around to open the other door, as he begins to unbuckle the car seat from the car, your son still sound asleep inside.

Grabbing your purse from the seat, you thank the driver and exit the vehicle, your hand finding Jungkook’s, as you walk into the Inchan airport.

It is just how you had imagined.

Throngs of fans have gotten word of Jungkook’s departure from the airport, and the walkway to security is lined with screaming people, waving signs with your husband’s face on them, yelling out your names, hands reaching across the barrier, only to be pushed back unceremoniously by airport security.

Moving tighter against Jungkook’s side as you begin to walk down the line of fans, your fingers dig into his forearm and he glances down at you, Daeseok’s car seat slung over his over hooked elbow. “Are you okay?” He asks, bucket hat pulled low over his eyes, although they are dark with worry as he looks at you.

“Yeah, yeah.” you choke out, waving your free hand at him, as you dodge a fan’s reaching arm and fingers.

Jungkook’s name is being chanted over and over as you make way down the walkway, surrounded by the security detail, dressed in black, earpieces firmly in their ears, as they usher the three of you hurriedly toward the safety of the inner airport.

Glancing across Jungkook to check on Daeseok, who is now awake, watching the bright overhead lights with large, glistening eyes, your movement is halted, as someone calls out over the roar of the crowd, “Mrs. Jeon! Wait!”

You glance over your shoulder, pulling a confused Jungkook to a halt beside you, as your eyes come to rest on the girl pressed against the barrier by the crowd, her arm outstretched toward you.

The security pushes her back, uttering warning words to her, but you call out to them, “Wait! Let her be.”

Leaving Jungkook’s side, you thread between the men, who are watching you closely, and approach the fan, who is now back at the barrier, her hand once again outstretched, and in between her fingers, is Daeseok’s rubber binky.

Taking the binky from the fan’s hand, you smile at her, thanking her sincerely as she withdraws her arm respectfully, careful not to touch you. “Thank you so much for noticing this. It would have been a long flight if we didn’t have it.”

She bows politely, and you are once again being whisked away from the crowd and back toward your waiting husband by security.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks when you are back safely at his side.

“Yeah.” You nod, searching for the girl, without result, in the throng of people still calling your names. “Everything’s okay.”

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quick thoughts on the bts spotify mixtapes

aka i talk a lot of nonsense

Rap Monster: Careful to play by mixtape rules, but also the most eclectic and diverse mix in terms of genre and time. Bon Iver AND Aphex Twin AND Sade AND Chet Baker. Plus! Pre-OKC Radiohead! I love this nerd sob. I think it kinda reflects who he wants to be, it’s his aspirational self - broad-minded, genre-crossing, able to draw influences from the past as well as look ahead to current/future trends, a little edgy in a geeky way. OR as I think of it - Namjoon as college kid AU: the soundtrack.

Rap Monster’s Heavy Rotations Film - Aphex Twin - Come To Daddy PRBLMS - 6LACK - FREE 6LACK 143 - Musiq Soulchild - Aijuswanaseing I Love You - Lido - I Love You High and Dry - Radiohead - The Bends My Funny Valentine - Chet Baker - Chet Baker Sings Karaoke - Drake - Thank Me Later One Mic - Nas - Greatest Hits Swim Good - Frank Ocean - Swim Good CPU - Raury, RZA - All We Need Really Love - D’Angelo - Black Messiah U-RITE - THEY. - U-RITE Baby Blue - King Krule - 6 Feet Beneath The Moon About You - xxyyxx - Xxyyxx By Your Side - Remastered - Sade - The Ultimate Collection Rain - Razah - Rain Cleanin’ Out My Closet - Eminem - The Eminem Show Déjà Vu - TWENTY88 - TWENTY88 Perth - Bon Iver - Bon Iver

Suga: Look at this focus and discipline! Just the adherence to form and theme and its brevity make it stand out. There's nothing like super underground or surprising here and I'm wary of saying this expresses something personal the way Namjoon's does - but this is a good solid 'snapshot of the genre'. Also I'm just so unreasonably pleased both he and Namjoon included Nas.

SUGA’S Hip-Hop Replay N.Y. State of Mind - Nas - Illmatic XX POWER - Album Version (Edited) - Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy New God Flow.1 - Album Version (Edited) - Kanye West, Pusha T - Kanye West Presents Good Music Cruel Summer The Way I Am - Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP Losing Out (feat. Royce Da 5’9) - Black Milk, Royce Da 5’9 - Tronic My Moment (feat. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Jeremih) - DJ Drama, 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Jeremih - My Moment (feat. 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Jeremih) HYFR (Hell Ya F***ing Right) - Album Version - Drake, Lil Wayne - Take Care (Deluxe) This or That - Prod. by Statik Selektah - Reks, Styles P, Termanology, DJ Corbet, Freeway, - Rhythmatic Eternal King Supreme Ali Bomaye - The Game, 2 Chainz, Rick Ross - Jesus Piece Bugatti - Ace Hood, Future, Wiz Khalifa, T.I., Meek Mill, French Montana - Trials & Tribulations (Deluxe) Notorious Thugs - Amended, 2014 Remastered Version - The Notorious B.I.G. - Life After Death (Remastered Edition) [Amended] Work Out - J. Cole - Work Out (Clean Version)

J-Hope: Looser adherence to theme and form, maybe a freer expression of personality? Seems like a good mix of stuff he genuinely likes without having overthought it. This is a fun one and I forgive The Chainsmokers because I for real gasped when I saw he included Blue (!), ASAP Rocky's Fashion Killa (!!) and Diddy & Faith's I'll Be Missing You (!!!!). HE’S MY FAVE FOR A REASON YOU KNOW.

J-Hope’s JAM Sunday Candy - Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment - Surf Beware - Big Sean, Jhene Aiko, Lil Wayne - Beware One Love - Blue - One Love i - Kendrick Lamar - i YOUTH - Troye Sivan - Blue Neighborhood (Deluxe) Dance On Me - GoldLink - And After That, We Didn’t Talk Fashion Killa - A$AP Rocky - LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Version) Talk - DJ Snake, George Maple - Encore Knock Knock - Mac Miller - Knock Knock - Single Cinderella (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) - Mac Miller, Ty Dolla $ign - The Divine Feminine Fakin It (feat. Ofelia K) - Kaskade, Felix Cartal - Fakin It (feat. Ofelia K) Sidewalks - The Weeknd, Kendrick Lamar - Starboy さくらんぼ - LOVE IS BORN ~13th Anniversary 2016~ - Ai Otsuka - LOVE IS BORN ~13th Anniversary 2016~ I’ll Be Missing You (feat. 112) - Diddy, Faith Evans, 112, Bad Boy’s 10th Anniversary- The Hits Paris - The Chainsmokers - Paris Closer - The Chainsmokers - Closer No. 99 - Joey Bada$$ - B4.DA.$$

Jin: I like how this is split into two halves, like a cassette with a side A and a side B, divided down the middle with some beautifully subtle and understated self-promo - never change Jin!!! At the same time Idk how personal this one is either. The mix of pretty mainstream hiphop with pretty mainstream top 40 and rnb is solid but very safe. Like he figured out who we expect him & BTS to be, and goodnaturedly played along. (That said there is a lot to be said for playing safe, as we get to the maknae line playlists...)

Jin’s GA CHI DEUL EUL LAE? Lost - BTS - WINGS (LOL I HATE JIN) Weight in Gold - Gallant - Ology Black and Yellow - Wiz Khalifa - Rolling Papers 6 Foot 7 Foot - Lil Wayne, Cory Gunz - Tha Carter IV (Deluxe) Rap God - Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP2 Black Skinhead - Kanye West - Yeezus Hold On, We’re Going Home - Drake, Majid Jordan - Nothing Was The Same (Deluxe) It’s Definitely You - V, Jin - HWARANG, Pt. 2 (Music from the Original TV Series) (JIN IS THE #1 PROMOTER) Viva La Vida - Coldplay - Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends Fix You - Coldplay - X & Y Kiss the Sky - Jason Derulo - Kiss the Sky Ain’t Giving Up - Craig David, Sigala - Following My Intuition (Deluxe) Party - Chris Brown, Usher, Gucci Mane - Party Love Right Next To You - Karina - Love Right Next To You

Jungkook: He is an adorable baby who loves soft things AWWWW! This is just... the softest mix ever. And I wanna know who got into the Eels first, him or Jimin? Who introduced them to the Eels, of ALL THE BANDS IN THE WORLD? This is way too long and sleepy for me to enjoy for more than a couple of songs at a time, it’s just not my style tbh. But I find it really endearing and genuine. No posturing.

Jungkook: I am Listening to It Right Now DNA - Lia Marie Johnson - DNA ILYSB - STRIPPED - LANY - Make Out I Need Some Sleep - Eels - Meet the EELS: Essential EELS 1996-2006 Vol.1 Beautiful Lies - Birdy - Beautiful Lies Dear No One - Tori Kelly - Foreword Like a Star - Corinne Bailey Rae - Corinne Bailey Rae Ghost in the Wind - Birdy - Ghost in the Wind What Do You Mean? - Justin Bieber - Purpose (Deluxe) Clouds - Before You Exit - Clouds - Single Lullaby - Arco - Coming to Terms Dream Lantern - RADWIMPS - Your Name. Nandemonaiya - Movie Version - RADWIMPS - Your Name. Heavy Weather - Bilie Marten - Heavy Weather Oasis - Jasmine Thompson - Oasis Boyfriend - Acoustic Version - Justin Bieber - Believe Acoustic Colors Of The Wind - From “Pocahontas” - Tori Kelly - We Love Disney Theme of Mitsuha -RADWIMPS - Your Name. 7 Years - Jasmine Thompson - 7 Years Lost Boy - Ruth B. - Lost Boy Mannequin - Yuna - Chapters (Deluxe)

V: I - I don't know what's happening here and I refuse to acknowledge it. (I LOVE YOU TAE but oh. my. god. 0_0)

V's Join Me Advice - Kehlani - SweetSexySavage (Deluxe) Undercover - Kehlani - Undercover Distraction - Kehlani - SweetSexySavage (Deluxe) CRZY - Kehlani - SweetSexySavage (Deluxe) I Wanna Be - Kehlani - SweetSexySavage (Deluxe) I Think of You - Jeremih, Big Sean, Chris Brown - I Think of You Castle on the Hill - Ed Sheeran - Castle on the Hill Shape of You - - Ed Sheeran - Castle on the Hill Piece of Mind - Kehlani - SweetSexySavage (Deluxe) Do U Dirty - Kehlani - Do U Dirty Crash (feat. Pell) - Skizzy Mars, Pell - Alone Together Alcoholics - Skizzy Mars - Alone Together Comb - Skizzy Mars - Alone Together Recognize (feat. JoJo) - Skizzy Mars, JoJo - Alone Together Fantasy (TEEMID Remix) - Alina Baraz, Galimatias, Teemid - Urban Flora (Remixes) I Will Be There - Agapornis, Come & C, ChocQuibTown - I Will Be There Falling Into You (studio version) - Hillsong Young & Free - Youth Revival Acoustic Heart Attack (Snakehips Remix) - Flight Facilities, Owl Eyes, Snakehips - Heart Attack (Remixes) Fields of Gold - Eva Cassidy - Songbird Creep - Karen Souza - Karen Souza Essentials

Jimin: Idky but this seems like exactly the sort of playlist a guy his age would be into? It's a fun mix again. AND EELS AGAIN WHY AND HOW. This lacks the period diversity of Hobi's but otherwise seems like a good counterpart. Like. It’s fine.

Jimin's Joah? JOAH! Pillowtalk - Zayn - Men's Health: Beach Body Workout Motel Pool - Travis Garland - Travis Garland Stayin Out All Night - Wiz Khalifa - Stayin Out All Night Private Show - T.I., Chris Brown - Paperwork (Deluxe Clean) Lot To Learn - Luke Christopher - TMRW I Need Some Sleep - Eels - Meet the EELS: Essential EELS 1996-2006 Vol. 1 Alive (feat. Coucheron) - Kehlani, Coucheron - You Should Be Here You Should Be Here - Kehlani - You Should Be Here The Way (feat. Chance the Rapper) - Kehlani, Chance the Rapper - You Should Be Here Let Me Love You - DJ Snake, Justin Bieber - Encore Mark My Words - Justin Bieber - Purpose (Deluxe) Fa La La (a cappella) - Justin Bieber, Boyz II Men - Under the Mistletoe (Deluxe Version) Coffee - Miguel, Wale - Coffee face the sun - Miguel, Lenny Kravitz - Wildheart (Deluxe Version) Shape of You - Ed Sheeran - Shape of You i hate u, i love u (feat. olivia o'brien) - gnash, Olivia O'Brien - us Lost - Frank Ocean - channel ORANGE (explicit) Never Be the Same (feat. Jay Rock) - Ty Dolla $ign, Jay Rock - Beach House EP So Cold - Chris Brown - Graffiti

Overall winner: hyung line by a M I L E.

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