#also that bit about bang pd in the end messed it up but felt like it was necessary

[lateseptemberdawn]

would bts be bts if even a single one of them was missing? the answer is no, and here is why.

saw a comment just now on lost mv about rm being the secret behind bts's success and that just sent me to the previous similar claims about taehyung and jungkook and that just led me to think that bts really would not be what it is if it weren't for all seven of them. like. each and every one of them brings something so crucial and fundamental that it becomes impossible to imagine bts to be what they are now without even a single one of them. and since i like to dig through personalities and characteristics, im going to thrive making this post so lets get into it:

Namjoon: Obviously the leader and a damn good one at that. he is the brains of the group. the fact that he knows english is itself a great reason for their establishment in the west but of course its much more than that. his writing and composing skills are no joke, first of all. his mature perspective on life and people helped a great deal in sort of identifying exactly what take to have on any circumstance. he knows emotions, is damn good at identifying them in himself as well as others, which becomes helpful in pinpointing what their fans want and expect. i wouldn't say he's a saint, i wouldn't say any of them are, and i suppose it'd be hard to be Good and Humbled after the heights they've touched but, he's very good at projecting himself and his team as well. his leadership skills are so refined you can tell its inherent because the way he takes stands and also makes sure all the members are represented is honestly a treat to watch. i wouldn't call him the backbone of the group because that's the next member we will be talking about.

Seokjin: He is the backbone. recent weverse interview offered a damn good insight to his mentality and i have to say, it's beyond whimsical or naïve. in today's day and age, and even before, especially for a korean man, to have that much confidence and self-assuredness that manages to not be toxic or overly forced onto the others is a fresh wave of breeze in a world where men are desperate to be noticed for the smallest of things. his maturity differs greatly from namjoon, as i think their foundations of their life philosophies are separate from each other. while namjoon is more of a worldly-wise guy, seokjin is more into the self aspect of life, and both of them combined are a very healthy ideologies to grow up around. seokjin may have had moments of suffering and self-doubt, that is not what i'm insinuating, but the fact that he's grown past those phases in such a beautiful way is inspiring, not only to the fans, but especially to the younger group members. he is insanely good at handling the member's separate personalities, even better than namjoon who i think is more tied around the professional aspect of their personalities. this is not to say that he doesn't know them personally very well, of course he does, but it means that he probably doesn't know best how to interact with them on a more personal, nuanced level, which i think we will all agree, seokjin is a genius at. ("what if he flings it?" "then he flings it.")

Yoongi: Yoongi, of course, the musical genius, he brings in passion to the group. I will admit i dont really know all that much about the fundamentals of music, but i know enough to know that Yoongi is definitely a genius of the field. while i think that namjoon is more of a lyrical genius, yoongi sure knows his way around words as well. but his strength is definitely in composing. and he's insanely talented at that. his early passion in rapping and his emotional connect to it fueled his rage and his need to be successful at it, and i feel contrary to what it seems like, he is the type to not let go of his dreams no matter what. i feel he is someone who picks his battles for the long haul and never ever thinks of quitting, no matter how hard it gets. that tenacity i think he shares with every single member on some level but in different ways. i think namjoon is more practical and reasonable in his pursuits, and jin is more self-studying, but yoongi seems like someone who, if has decided for himself that it is something he needs to do, will simply jump into it headfirst, and no matter what else he might need to do, he won't hesitate in doing that, will simply try until he gets it. being such a musical genius, he knows the musical strengths of his group mates. he identifies and values each aspect of bts, theirs strengths and weaknesses, and knows how to work through them. he not only recognises their specialties, but also encourages them greatly, resulting in the betterment and strengthening on bts as a muscial group.

Hoseok: Hoseok is the perfectionist. a very strict one at that. he does not play when it comes to professionalism, especially his field of it, and that's helped the group in strengthening this other aspect of idol life. of course, dance is one of the main things that makes any kpop act famous. and hoseok is definitely a huge part of the reason why bts is known for its choreographies. hoseok is serious when it comes to dance and synchronization and being absolutely perfect on the stage and in front of the camera. its not that he does not tolerate mistakes, but that he has that leadership quality of knowing who to push, when to push and just how hard to push them. but hoseok comes with dual benefits, because he is of course the sunshine of the group. hoseok is perhaps the best at compartmentalising, at distinguishing his personal life from his professional one, because he snaps the moment he recognises the need to slip off his professionalism. he is an incredible person to be around. that is evident in his compact relationships with the members. he shares a special friendship with each and every one of them, they all trust him to share their time with him and he shares a sort of playful comradery with every single one that it is always a treat to witness. he brings in that flavour of friendship that brings life to the group as a whole, because his closeness with every single one of them separately, in couples, triplets, quadrats or quintets or all seven of them together is the exact same: it brings playfulness to the front, a sort of easygoing, casual, free atmosphere that tells that he is someone who is a great friend. he brings in discipline as well as that humanness that needs to be tied together in order for anyone to reach anywhere in life, that bts has thruough hoseok.

Jimin: While hoseok brings in the professional aspect of dance in the group, jimin brings in his own separate flavour to it. one that, in my opinion, is the richest out of all of them. similar to hoseok, jimin too is a perfectionist. his perfectionism, however, revolves more around himself, as in he strives and strives to be the absolute best version of himself that he can be for any bit. he seems like someone who compartmentalizes in the extremes, as in he completely immerses himself in the environment he is in. his artistic vision appears to be rigid to him, it can maybe get him in his head, and that is perhaps why he gets lost in it sometimes. his solo does mention getting lost in feelings, going crazy in his reaching, and while they may not be autobiographical, it still says something about him. his personality is more loving and pure, he is caring in a way that seems angelic, knows himself and in that also finds it easier to know others, similar to seokjin. jimin brings in the heart of bts. he is simply full of feelings, but he is articulate and knowledgeable in navigating through them. his addition in the group is his loveliness and his exquisite talent. not only is he an exceptional dancer, but his voice is simply a whole other thing all together. his range and tone is so unique and vast, that bts manages to seamlessly transcend musical restrictions. his vocals are no joke, he is also a good enough rapper, was almost trained in it as well. what jimin brings to the stage when the performance is on is something that only he can bring. he sets the stage in sensuality without even trying, he expertise in the dance forms brings bts that all-rounder status with a depth that would not be possible without jimin.

Taehyung: The face of bts, no doubts at all. he is the one that brings in the crowd in bulks with a single blink of his eye. and i wish i was exaggerating but from my own experiences and almost experiences and judging by what i was listening in the fast-growing fanbase during boy with luv era, i really am not exaggerating at all. its not just his face either. or, perhaps it is, but it's not just his face that does all the work. his personality is such that it just sticks out. not always in the best way, we all know he also has the most haters out of them all as well, but the point stands; he attracts. with the least efforts, he becomes the crowd magnate that if nothing else, makes bts known at the very least. his position in the group has always been dynamic, from the very beginning to even now. being a hidden member, not having any main positions; sharing the visual position with jin, sharing the vocal positions with jungkook and jimin, no separate training to get him into the dance line-up, not enough training in being a rapper -- taehyung has had to prove himself to earn any position at all. but he has achieved his own place in the group in the same effortless manner that he does everything else. and that is what beings in the charisma. while his singing or dancing or visuals or rapping are incredible in themselves, it's no secret that he has grown to betterment. unlike jimin or hoseok or yoongi, taehyung seems to do things simply because he wants to do them. and he seems to be the type to want to be Good at what he does. he is also perhaps the one member in the group whose personality has changed the most over the years out of all of them. that makes him dynamic, it makes him captivating because he does not remain constant and seems to hold parallels inside himself. his uniqueness contributes immensely to the factor, because it doesn't take long to recognise that taehyung is far from being the average person you meet, in fact, he is nowhere close to it. he is smart in a way that he keeps hidden. perceptive in a way that is surprising every single time he lets it break out. he is effortlessly perfect, and he makes it known. he is in control of how he is perceived and that makes him clever in a way that keeps people on their toes whenever he shows up.

Jungkook: The pure, sheer, talent. he is the one that is born for it. the one that can do it all, and can do it all well. like the younger sibling in families, jungkook too is the handyman of the group. there is nothing else to say, he simply really was born to be jungkook of bts. it helps that he is insanely humble and incredible grateful for bts, because that makes him the fuel that that keeps the group running. he lives for bts, not for himself, but for this life. and while that is problematic on a lot of levels, it seems like he sort of is getting the hang of what it means to be a human. it is understandable, since he was recruited at a very young age, and that is also what contributes to him being theoretically perfect. every group needs undiluted talent, talent that can be molded into whichever vessel that is needed, and in bts, that talent is brought in by jungkook. he was acknowledged and acclaimed for it in the beginning itself, he is known by being perfect, and that ideal, the ideal of perfection in all its forms, thats what jungkook symbolises. his perfection comes from not only his born talent, but the fact that he puts effort behind it. him having perfect pitch is what he is born with, but he has trained himself in such a way that he can reach any vocal range at all. he has an energetic body, but he pushes himself to drive that energy out in every single performance to the point of near collapse. his perfection comes from his efforts, his efforts come from his humility, and that comes from keeping the truth of his talents to himself and keeping to work on them. he has never been one to sit idle, or be satisfied, or held himself back. when he gives, he gives in full. and perhaps that is the he is the one that feels the most amongst all of them. his gratitude towards the fans is what keeps them loyal like he is. he never fails to mention his fans for his success, never takes their support for granted, and despite being not as good as namjoon at voicing his feelings, he has such a face that reveals it all. his devotion to his fans is one that is rare to see anywhere else, and that's what maintains the hold bts has on its fans. jungkook is humble to a fault, but the fact that he is learning to think of himself is another beautiful thing entirely.

thus bts would definitely not be bts if even a single one of them wasnt part of it. brain, backbone, passion, discipline, heart, face and talent. even a single aspect goes missing, and you don't have bts. its another thing that they definitely would not be here if it weren't for bighit to push them in the west specifically with its insane pity-gaining and story-selling since the beginning of the formation of the group, but that's a whole different matter all together. bang-pd certainly had no good intentions for the boys individually or even separate from being idols who work under his company, so it makes me not want to call him or the company the soul of bts, but when you really look at it, i guess it wouldn't be too far off the truth to say they sort of did end up selling their souls to the company with its own selfish goals so it would somehow in a twisted way make sense. but anyways, yes, bts is bts because of bighit/bang-pd as well.

[ggukkiedae]

❝ 𝕕𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕥? ❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ yoonmi getting a great opportunity but not knowing what to do or how to react. yoonmi may look okay, but her parents’ actions made something in her mind snap. i just don’t really write in detail what she’s been going through. there’s fluff at the end of this post i promise akjfdklfhs

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜:

⇢ anxiety attack (please don’t read if this is triggering for you)

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

“Calm down, Yoonmi. It’s just a meeting with Bang PD and less than a handful of staff members.”

Despite Namjoon’s words trying to calm her down, she could feel her hands slightly trembling and her palms sweating despite her being cold. How could she calm down when there was the possibility of Bighit taking her out of the BTS lineup. What if they saw how well the group worked without her? What if they decided to kick her out? What if she was forced to leave the boys that grew to be her family?

She felt Namjoon place a hand on her shoulder. She let out a sigh and walked into the meeting room with him. After bowing at everyone and properly greeting, Bang PD stood up.

“Okay, let me start this off by asking Yoonmi a question.” He turned to her, and she felt her heart speed up. “Do you remember the hard drive you submitted to me the week before you went on hiatus?”

“Yes.” Her answer came out somewhat like a squeak. Namjoon placed a comforting hand on her knee. That drive held songs that Bang PD had asked her to make. They were a little bit more personal to her rather than to the whole group. She didn’t know why he asked her to do that, but she went ahead to make around a dozen songs.

“We went through them and cleaned up a few just a little bit,” Pdogg told her. “They’re great, and they are more than enough to release to the public. Now, we discussed this among ourselves.”

“We want you to debut as a soloist.” Bang PD told her.

Yoonmi’s breath hitched in her throat. Her stomach dropped. Suddenly, it was hard to breathe. “Are you kicking me out of Bangtan?”

“No, no we’re not,” Bang PD reassured her. “We just thought that it would be a good opportunity for you to explore more concepts and a way to market Bangtan more. You’ll be able to promote both as a soloist and as a member of BTS at the same time.”

Yoonmi looked at Namjoon. She wanted to know his opinion on it. He was her leader, and he knew what was best for her.

“Would she be able to have creative freedom?” Namjoon asked. “Over her music, concepts, album art, all the works?”

“Of course she would,” the marketing manager spoke up. “We’ve discussed this before. We all know Yoonmi is very serious about her work and has really great ideas. Bangtan’s team will also be working with her by giving suggestions and maybe cleaning stuff up, but that’s it more or less.”

“Sejin will also be taking my spot as her personal manager,” Eunhae began.

Yoonmi’s head whipped to her personal manager with wide eyes. “Unnie?”

“I’ll be here to help you always,” Eunhae told her. “They just need me to help with the trainees just a little bit more.”

Yoonmi nodded, just a little bit upset because she had Eunhae as a personal manager since 2014. Sejin was okay. She grew to see him as a friendly cousin she could mess around with. She nodded at Sejin who gave her a smile. She turned to Namjoon once again.

“I think it’s good for you,” Namjoon told her. “You have so much potential, and you’re still young. We all know how you love making songs outside of Bangtan’s image just as much as you love making songs for Bangtan.”

“Can I have some time to think about it?” she asked. She was unsure. As much as she made tons of songs she imagined performing on her own one day, the idea of debuting solo was terrifying to her. She was only sixteen. If she wanted to be technical, she just turned fourteen in international age. She didn’t know if she wanted to debut without her members. She knew she was young and lacking, so she liked the idea of having her members to comfort her and help support whatever area she lacked. She wanted to stay with them. But did they want her to stay?

She could feel her hands getting clammy, and her chest was starting to hurt. She muttered an excuse and stood up. She needed to leave. She needed to hide. Just as tears started welling up in her eyes, she hastily bowed and ran away.

She found herself coming face to face with the studio door. The lights were on. She prayed in her mind that it was Yoongi inside and walked right in. The moment she closed the door behind her, she collapsed to the floor.

Yoongi was peacefully editing something for their upcoming album when he heard the door behind him open. He turned around and saw Yoonmi, except it wasn’t the smiling self he’d been seeing the past few days. She had collapsed on the floor in tears and was having a hard time breathing. Yoongi knelt in front of her.

“Yoonmi-ah,” he called out gently, “can you hear me?”

Yoonmi nodded her head, but the action made her dizzy, and she lurched forward. She gasped, but air didn’t come in. Yoongi cursed.

“Can I touch you?” he asked her. He heard no response. He gently put his hands out towards her as if asking through his actions. When she nodded, Yoongi pulled her onto his lap and brought her head to his chest. He could feel her trembling. He placed his hand on her chest and felt how fast her heart was beating. She cried out.

“It hurts.”

“Relax,” Yoongi whispered to her. She switched to English. That meant she wasn’t thinking properly. He tried to look for the words he needed in English in his head. “Do you feel my breathing? Breathe with me, okay? Slowly.”

Yoongi spent the next fifteen minutes trying to get her breathing to slow down and her tears to stop. He tried adjusting her legs to make her more comfortable, but they fell limp. Yoongi decided to bundle her up instead and pull her closer to him while they sat on the studio floor.

“You’re okay,” he murmured among other reassuring words. “Oppa’s here. You’re going to be fine. I’m right here.”

When her breathing slowed and her sobs turned to hiccups, she spoke. “They want me to debut solo.”

“That’s great, Princess.” Yoongi pressed a kiss to her head. “You’ll do amazing.”

“I don’t want to leave you guys,” she admitted. Yoongi realized what had caused her attack. He mentally cursed her soon-to-be ex-parents for leaving her once again. They didn’t realize the effect it had on their daughter.

“You’re not leaving us behind,” Yoongi promised her. “You’re trying new things with us supporting you. All seven of us will be right there by your side if ever you choose to debut solo.”

“Won’t the others get mad?”

“No one’s getting mad. They’ll all be proud and excited. I just know Seokjin hyung will make the biggest and most obnoxious sign and bring it to your first ever performance.”

Yoonmi nodded at that and buried her head into Yoongi’s neck. His phone dinged. He smiled at what he saw. There were messages from the rest of the members cheering her on and encouraging her. Looks like Namjoon spilled the beans. He showed her his phone.

“See?”

“Hobi oppa is offering to help me choreograph,” she said in slight awe.

“They’re all supportive,” Yoongi lightly stroked her hair. “We don’t want you to be stuck in a boy group image forever. We want you to explore. Look for other things that may suit you as well as our current image does.”

Yoonmi nodded once again. She didn’t say it out loud, but Yoongi knew she was going to accept the offer.

Just a few days after, Yoonmi already did a lot. Alongside rehearsing for another performance they had and constantly being encouraged by her members, she also apologized to all the staff present during the meeting and agreed. She spent days in the studio trying to pick which songs to include on her album with Yoongi’s help. Namjoon was helping her work out all the details regarding promotion schedules and possible music video shoots. Hoseok was with her when she was trying to conceptualize what type of dance styles she wanted to try. It was overwhelming, yes, but her members always made sure to be by her side whenever she was working on anything for her solo debut. They were hovering, actually.

“Oppa, I’m gonna go take a breather,” she told Namjoon while they were figuring out how to work their tour schedule with her future promotions. Namjoon nodded at her with a smile.

“Take all the time that you need.”

Yoonmi smiled back and trudged her way to the artist lounge. To be fair, it was more of a conference room with a water dispenser and a cupboard filled with snacks. She sighed and dropped herself onto the worn out couch. A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

“If you’re one of my members, please leave me alone for the next ten minutes.”

“Good thing I’m not one of the sunbaes, then. Can I come in?”

Yoonmi sat up and smiled at the sight of her friend. “Yeonjun oppa! Aren’t you supposed to be in training? Come on, sit with me.”

“It’s my free time right now,” he told her. He sat next to her and took one of the crackers she was eating. “What’s got you so?”

He didn’t finish his sentence and opted to shake his hands around his head instead. Yoonmi laughed at his actions.

“All this preparation stuff is a lot more complicated than I thought,” she told him.

“Ah,” Yeonjun realized, “for your solo debut? I heard that was going to happen soon. I guess the rumors among the trainees are true, then?”

“Yeah. I’m amazed at how Joonie oppa handled this all for our debut back in 2013. I’m already stressed out, and I don’t debut until around June or July.”

“Do I get to be a backup dancer by any chance?”

“I’m planning on just having girl backup dancers,” she looked a little apologetic before putting on a playful grin, “so how about I put a wig on you?”

“I’m down for that.”

Yoonmi laughed at how nonchalant he was about it. She handed him a cup of water and watched him. He still seemed so optimistic even after training for two years without any signs of another boy group being formed. She heard from the trainers that Yeonjun just kept improving and never stopped working hard.

“Oppa, how are you not worried at all?”

“I am,” he admitted to her. “I don’t know when I’m going to debut. Some of my friends left already. All I know right now is training. I just work hard, I guess.”

He smiled at her and shrugged. Yoonmi tilted her head at him in curiosity. “You seem so relaxed about it.”

“There’s no point in worrying,” he told her. “Worrying would slow me down. It could possibly make me miss my chance. I choose not to worry and to put all my energy into trying to improve myself.”

Yoonmi sat back in impressed silence. She never thought of it that way before. People were able to direct their nerves into some positive productivity or something like that? The concept seemed foreign to her.

“Looks like I have a lot to learn from you,” she told him. Yeonjun snorted.

“I think it’s me who has a lot to learn from you, Miya sunbae.”

“Oh my god, noooo.”

“Sunbaenim, please teach me all you know.” Yeonjun had stood up and bowed ninety degrees to her. She laughed and tried to push him up by his shoulders. He resisted and went down to his knees in a full on bow. “I have a lot to learn from you, Sunbaenim.”

“Oppa,” she whined while trying to pull her friend from the ground, “stop treating me like a sunbae when you’re practically my cousin or something. This is embarrassing.”

“I’m only expressing my respect to you, oh main rapper of BTS.”

“Stop!”

“Only if you tell me about that guy you visit in SM all the time.”

“You know I visit Hannah!”

“Yes, and the other rookie guy. What’s his name? Mark?”

“OPPA!”

The artist lounge was filled with laughter and teasing voices. Yoonmi’s stress and worry seemed to disappear. Somewhere outside the door, Bang PD listened to them with a smile. He knew it was a good idea to let Yoonmi hang out with people closer to her age. He walked past the room and to where Namjoon, Sejin, and some of the marketing team were hunched over their laptops and some paperwork.

“PDnim,” Namjoon addressed him, “should I go get Yoonmi? I can--”

“Let’s let her take a break,” he responded with a small smile. “I’m sure we can handle whatever it is we need to get down here.”

[jungshook69]

Comforting him

DISCLAIMER: This doesn’t represent the members’ actions or the army’s actions in any manner it’s pure fiction. This is an original work, do not copy.

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

PAIRING/S: Taehyung X female reader

GENRE: Idol x Staff au ; Best friends au

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Being an idol brings an overwhelming pressure on one’s shoulders. And that pressure is heightened when there’s an audience in front of you and you’re in a very vulnerable emotional state. Taehyung needs your help. He needs your comfort. And that’s exactly what you give him.

A/N: This is not necessarily my first fanfiction, but it is the first one I’m ever gonna post on Tumblr! Well hope you guys like it and it does well:) Also I’m sorry in advance if there’s any spelling errors:(

Hi, my name is Min Y/N. I’ve been working as an editorial assistant under Big Hit for a group known as BTS for the last 5 years, ever since BTS had their debut.

I was sitting in my hotel room on my desk eyes fixed on my laptop screen as I watched some of the boys on their own Vlives. Yes this became a part of my job for the last 2 years. I was responsible for watching their Vlives and making sure nothing went wrong. By wrong I meant there were incidents when fans asked questions that were too personal or idols lost their cool on Vlive but Bang PD-nim trusts the boys and I was just assigned to do this as a precaution.

Today only Taehyung, Yoongi oppa and Jin oppa were doing Vlives. Jin oppa wrapped up pretty quickly with his EatJin Vlive segment and signed off. Now the only ones left were Yoongi oppa and Taehyung. Yoongi was bopping along to his own lyrics while Taehyung was just sitting and staring at the camera.

Even though it was just me watching his Vlive, I could almost feel his eyes bore through the screen staring straight into my soul. I suddenly saw Yoongi oppa’s screen go black. I didn’t hear him say anything it just stopped. I texted him asking him if he wanted any help with setting it back up but he said that he didn’t have any problem he actually ended it by saying goodbye and everything. Maybe I didn’t hear him because I was busy staring at Taehyung.

And yes I texted him. I know they don’t really text too many people and very rarely females, but me and Jungkook’s makeup artist Park Min-Young, were the only females from the staff that the boys were closest to and most comfortable with. Personally I am the closest to the ’95 liners Jimin and Taehyung, not just because of the same age but we just get along the best.

Soon I shifted my gaze back onto the only Vlive left, Taehyung. He was leaning over and reading the comments. He remained still for a long time with a blank look on his face.

Soon curiosity got the best of me and I wondered what he was reading and began reading the comments too.

Comments:

@army1: Oh my god your guys 3rd muster performance was amazing!!! I was there Taehyung oppa!!

@army2: Aww I’m broke I couldn’t go T-T

@army3: Taehyung oppa are you okay?        

@army4: What happened?

@army5: Didn’t you hear Taehyung cried during the concert?

@army6: Oh my god I cried too T-T

@army7: wHaT?! send me a link aSaP!! T-T

@army8: The concert was just yesterday it’s not up yet!!

I was going through the comments when I heard Taehyung speak up. He looked up at the screen with a serious face. I knew exactly what was gonna happen. He was gonna tell everyone the same thing he told people on the day of the concert. About his grandma.

I was surprised at how calm he was because everyone knew how sensitive he was when it came to his grandmother. He kept a straight face and told everyone about his grandmother. I suddenly heard his breath hitch and looked at him concerned. I knew that face. He wanted to cry but he was holding himself back. I watched as he suddenly picked up his phone and began doing something on there. As soon as he kept his phone back down my phone lit up with a little ‘ding’. I opened it and saw what he had written.

I was surprised he texted me and not Jimin. Without overthinking it too much I quickly put on my hoodie and my white sneakers and put my phone in my pocket and stepped out of my hotel room.

I was on the 2nd floor and got into the elevator to ride to the 4th floor. I reached his door and stopped in front of it. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard a bit of shuffling on the inside and about 5 seconds later the door opened and my eyes met with his.

“Come in…” he said.

“Yeah…”

I said as I proceeded to take of my shoes.

*A/N: don’t come at me with the whole stinky feet thing y’all where I live its normal to be barefoot in the house*

“Soooo….” I started.

“Here take a seat”.

I sat down on his bed and he pulled up his chair in front of me.

“I want you to know that you can tell me anything okay. Whatever you feel whatever’s been on your mind just pour it out don’t hold anything back. I’m listening okay?” I said trying to comfort him.

With that he burst into tears in front of me.

“Heyy heyy its okay just let it all out its okay” I said softly.

“You must be thinking I’m such a baby right?” he said sniffling.

“No no no no who said showing emotions is being a baby?”

“T-t-thanks.”

I raised my hand to touch his arm to comfort him. As I touched his arm he looked up at me. I thought he felt uncomfortable so I quickly jerked my hand away from his arm.

“I’m sorry.”

“No no no just—“

With that he engulfed me in a warm embrace. And its not like we haven’t hugged before. We have plenty of times. But this was different. He seemed more vulnerable now. He buried his face in my neck and sobbed onto my hoodie. I could feel his tears soak my hoodie but I didn’t mind it at all. My hand instinctively flew up to his back and started rubbing it.

After a while of enjoying each other’s comfortable silence and warm embrace I felt him stir under me. He pulled away desperately trying to wipe away his tears. I pulled my hoodie over my palm and grabbed his face with one hand. Using the other hand I wiped away his tears slowly. We looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds till I broke the eye contact.

Smiling I said to him, “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Ok good. Lemme get u a bottle of water.”

I stood up and walked over to his side table and picked up his water bottle. I walked over to the bed and sat back down. I handed him the water bottle and he took a sip as I waited for him to finish.

“Don’t look at me I’m a total mess right now.” He said.

“Personally I think you guys look better without makeup.”

He stared at me and the corner of his mouth lifted a tiny bit.

“Yaaahhh there’s that smile.” I said.        

“Thank you so much Y/N.”

“Anytime Tae Tae.”

I giggled. I checked my phone. It showed the time 11.00pm. I didn’t realize I had been here for an hour.

“Well are you sure your feeling okay?”

“Yeah much better” he said smiling.

“Ok cool. Its not like I wanna escape or anything but it’s 11 so maybe I should let you sleep and I should be heading back to my room.” I blurt out. Truth being I wanted to stay with him. But I didn’t want to seem too clingy.

“Oh yeah right.” He said with a disappointed look on his face.

I grabbed my phone from beside me and put it in my pocket.

“I’m sorry I soaked your hoodie.” He said.

“Heyy don’t worry about it.”

“Ummm Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If you don’t mind me asking how’s your life going? I mean I feel like all we’ve been talking about is me…”

“Yaahh I’m…” I sighed. “…fine.”

“What’s wrong? Is it about the guy your crushing on?” he asked his tone slightly off.

Yes I told Taehyung and Jimin that I’m crushing on a guy but I refused to reveal his name. Well if I would reveal his name to anyone all hell would break loose.

*A/N: I think you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

“N-no… I mean m-maybe” I said stuttering, scared to accidently reveal the truth.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” he pressed further.

“Don’t you have to sleep or something?”

“No talk to me.”

“Well I haven’t told him that I like him.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because—because I just can’t. Let’s just say it’s forbidden or it’s against the rules or something.”

“You’re still not gonna tell me his name huh?”

How can I tell you that the man I’m in love with is you.

“You’re still not gonna tell me his name huh?” he pouted.

“Nope.” I said popping the ‘p’.

“Are you afraid?”

“Yeah, that he won’t like me back, cuz I’m me and he’s…” I sighed. “It won’t work out.”

“What do you mean you’re you? You’re literally one of the smartest and prettiest girls I know. Your kind, forgiving, humble and caring towards everyone around you.” He said practically ranting.

“Aaaaww thank you Tae but correction I’m not pretty… look at me c’mon?!”

“I am looking.” He says in a deep voice.

He stares into my eyes and his hands reached out to my face as he took of my glasses.

“I think you have beautiful eyes it’s a pity I can’t see them well because of your glasses”

“Yaahh that was Jimin’s line!!” I smile.

“But I meant it.”

He said putting on my glasses.

“Oh god it’s so blurry”

He said pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his eyes. His gaze didn’t falter once from my eyes. I looked down at my lap trying to avoid his gaze. I could feel my cheeks heating up. I froze when I felt a finger gently lifting my chin up.

And there he was the man that I couldn’t have, the man that I was too afraid to confess too, about to steal my first kiss. He stared at my lips while licking his own. He slowly leaned forward and I closed my eyes waiting for the impact. And then I felt it.

Soft plump warm lips gently brushing against mine. He pulled away to see my reaction and I sat right there with my eyes closed and lips still puckered waiting for his warmth to come back again. He clearly saw me wanting more and leaned in again. This time his hand went to the back of my neck as he pulled me closer to deepen the kiss. He got up from his chair and leaned over me. He began to push me back gently as I felt my back touch the bed and felt him hovering over me. We remained in that position for like barely 10 seconds until the loud doorbell rang.

Me being me, I panicked at the loud sound of the bell and and jerked my head up to sit up and accidently banged my head with Taehyung’s who was hovering over me. I immediately apologized and touched his forehead.

“I’m okay, are you?” he says brushing my forehead.

“I’m fine”

He begins chuckling as he made his way to the door.

“Wait! What if someone sees me here at this time?” I freak out.

“It’s probably just one of the guys relax.”

He opened the door to reveal Jimin look up from his phone.

“Taehyung-ah I saw your Vlive and I cam— oh hi Y/N what’re you doing here so late?

“Taehyung texted me to come over so I did.”

“Oh Taehyung-ah are you okay? Cuz I saw the Vlive…”

“Yeah I’m fine now thanks to Y/N.”

He said biting his lip and smirking at me.

I blushed looking away.

“Anyways it’s pretty late. I just came to check up on you and now that I know you’re okay I’m gonna have to get going. I have practice early tomorrow morning with hobi hyung. I’ll leave you two alone now! Byee!!” he spoke in a blur and left immediately.

As soon as Jimin left I got up from the bed and checked the time, it read 11.20pm.

“I should really get going Taehyung.” I said looking down at my feet unable to meet his gaze.

I started walking towards the door. Suddenly a hand flew from beside me and pushed the door close. I turned around to see Taehyung looking down at me, trapping me between the door and him.

“So your still not gonna tell me his name?” he said, his voice extremely gruff.

“W-who?”

“Aaaww look who’s all flustered.”

“I-I’m… n-not…”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

“Well whoever he is, I think you should tell him that you love him no matter what the rules are. He deserves to know. And if he says anything to hurt you I swear to god I’m going to break his spine in half!”

I think he was trying to be threatening but I found it rather cute. I giggled. Oh Taehyung-ah if only you knew…

“You really think I should tell him?’

“No, be mine…” He mumbled.

“What?” Did I hear him right?

“Y-yes.”

“Ok then I will.”

“Great.” He sighed.

He moved away from me and started walking away towards his bed.

“I love you Taehyung.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly his gaze fixed on me. I looked down at my feet feeling the heat crawl up to my cheeks. I jerked my head up in shock when I heard what he said next.

“I love you too Y/N.”

With that he walked towards me grabbing my face with his hands as he smashed his lips onto mine as we stood there against his door, not wanting to escape each other’s warm embrace. That’s when I knew that something called true love does exist.

*A/N: I hope you guys liked it:) Smile for me:)*

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[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH24

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4, 340

- Author Note: Double update so check previous one too~ ^^*

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Chapter 24

“All of you are aware of her replacing your original caretaker?” their manager steadied his breathing trying to sound rational and not irritating. Handling the mess created by the boys was not unusual thing to do. Either the boys created the mess, or they were dragged in someone’s else problem without they realized.

“We can explain” Jin bit his nails out of habit while looking out at his members seeking for support. “Manager-nim, I can explain too” Seul felt it was necessary for her to speak for herself instead of depending on the boys. Even though Namjoon did 80% of the talk and others would nod along, it made her feel extra uncomfortable.

Sejin closed his eyes for a few moments, summoning his lost soul back. To be frank, this Seul’s issue sounded absurd as Namjoon and Hyerim relationship. Now that eight pairs of eyes were diligently scrutinizing the older guy, fear surged inside them like an onrushing tide. Grinding his teeth together, his eyes landed on Seul’s small figure “I heard enough explanation today” she flinched, and fixated her gaze on her lap.

“Are you sure you did not make this up? This is not the way to cover up your relationship with her right, Jungkook?” Jungkook cringed at his accusation. Part of the accusation was right all along, minus the part they were not in a serious relationship.

“About that..It is a little complicated but we will let you know once it is confirmed” he smiled sheepishly earning a hard glare from Sejin. “That is not the answer I am expecting it to be. Don’t tell me… Are you expecting a child?” his stern voice caused everyone to shriek in their seat.

“NO!” “NO-WAY” “IT IS NOT LIKE THAT”

Her eyes rounded in pure fear “Oh god, no. It is not that!” she gave Jungkook’s legs a soft kick, and communicated with her eyes. His chin jutted out, and his brows pulled together, noting the expression of disappointments “Then, why none of you inform me about her replacing Mrs Hwang?” Yoongi muttered soft curse under his breath.

“We are protecting her from the contract” Yoongi’s voice caught everyone attention. Under critical circumstances like this Yoongi would choose to seal his mouth shut and observe before voicing out his point of view. Considering how he changed that pattern, it was undeniably fishy.

Sejin scoffed in disbelief “Protecting her from the contract? Isn’t it obvious, her mother has violated the terms. We have no reasons to keep her as your caretaker anymore, this doesn’t make any sense” he rubbed the bridge of his nose exhaling a tired sigh.

Clasping her hand together, Seul’s body shook vigorously “I am sorry… but please.. spare us just this one time. I cant get caught now when my mother still need me, please forgive me… I promise to work hard..Work hard and you won’t know that I even work here” she begged pitifully.

Her eyes stung with tears, feeling defeated. Everything seemed dark, there was no single light of hope there.

The boys threw a sympathize glance at her way, as their heart ache in pain. “Seul-ah.. you don’t need to do this” Jin encircled her wrist, placing it back on her laps. Jungkook wrapped his arm securely around Seul, pulling her into his chest in hope to calm her down “Hey, this is partially our fault too. We won’t let anything happen to you” Sejin eyed their closeness, followed by a sarcastic snort.

Jin took the chance to caress her hair with attention “Seul..you are shaking, steady your breathing. Take a deep breath” his sweet voice was intoxicating.

“Now I know why none of you come forward and speak about this” taking a deep breath Seul calmed down her racing heart getting ready to get scolded again by this intimidating man. They heard him continue after a long pause “You guys like her. Some of you even… love her” he specifically pointed out Jungkook upon witnessing his heroic side which was not that heroic after all.

Stood behind the couch were Taehyung and Hoseok with an unreadable expression. They didn’t want her to get caught this way when it supposed to be over yesterday. Why was this happening to them?

Namjoon cleared his throat, scratching his head in process. He was stuck whether to keep his members’ secret or to be professional. The heavy loads on his shoulder making him few centimetres shorter. This was complicated.

“Hyung, can’t you let this slide? We..really care for her. She doesn’t cause any trouble and we enjoy her company here” Jimin said timidly.

“I am with Jimin. Seul has never done a thing that will jeopardize our reputation. She is doing this to help her mother. Mrs Hwang is terminally ill, and she is waiting for a donor. Until then, can’t you let her stay?” the sunshine of the group kept the smile on his face, hoping that Sejin would not take any rash decision.

Seul was touched by their generosity and sincerity, with that she slowly pulled away from Jungkook’s embrace, mouthing the younger guy a thank you before tearing her gaze to the fury manager “I know, we should have said something about this. My job alone is not enough to cover up my mother’s hospital bills. If she resigned, she can’t continue with the treatment. I..am sorry if that doesn’t make sense to you, I will take the responsibility for my own action. Whatever you decide, I will comply to it” she hung her head low with a deep sigh.

“It is not something that I can decide”

Taehyung finally spoke up “Are you going to tell Bang PD about this?” he inquired.

Defensive, he crossed his arms “I don’t have a choice but to report this right?” his response earning dissatisfaction grunt from the boys. Even so, neither Seul nor the boys had a say on this. Contract violation is a serious offence and it could not be taken lightly, not when the boys’ reputation is at stake.

Seul on the other hand nodded in defeat, she screwed up and this would be the end of it. Taehyung pat her shoulder from behind, and he locked eyes with Seul sending strength through his gaze. She grabbed for his hand in delight, giving the tall guy a soft squish.

“Unless..” the older guy murmured again sparking hope in their heart, Seul turned her head to face him immediately.  He shook his head to see their eagerness “Unless, we keep this issue between us. And the young lady over there promise to not cause any problem. Can you guarantee that at least?” he looked at Seul with a serious expression that could make anyone piss in their pants.

Namjoon found his smile back on his face as he exchanged look with his members, feeling a little relief of Sejin’s decision. Yoongi smirked expecting this from Sejin in the end. Their manager might appear intimidating to everyone but that was needed to scare off those crazy fans and reporters. Manager is meant to protect the idols from the world. Nonetheless, he has a bigger heart.

“YES SIR. I won’t disappoint you!” Seul grinned widely, clasping her hand together again. This time it was not for begging but showing her gratification. The manager let out a small chuckle easing the tension in the room after god thirty minutes probing answers from the boys and Seul.

“One more thing.. Whatever issues that some of you have with Seul, resolve it or keep it under the radar at least. I don’t want any of you make it to the headline this year with a dating scandal” his expression changed as he nodded at Yoongi.

Dumbfounded Yoongi, held his tongue back “No public date is allowed. Are you clear?” Seul widened her eyes as soon as she heard Sejin’s warning. She blurted out “How did you know?” Seul clasped her hand over her mouth like a reflex. Cussing lowly, she blamed her stupidity.

Jungkook eyebrows arched with a suspicious look “How did hyung know what?” even Jimin looked alert in his seat. Now this garner his attention, why was Sejin aimed Yoongi as he spouted out those warning.

The older man got the cue as his mouth slightly opened in daze “Wait a minute. They don’t know about this Min? Ah..I got it now! You guys are fighting for her love, aren’t you? All of you?!” his voice reached one octave, almost shrieking alarming everyone in the room.

Seul shook her head frantically denying the questions before he got the wrong idea “That is not what you think. They are not fighting for my love. You are flattering me” she chuckled awkwardly, exchanging hard glance with Yoongi forcing the guy to show a little support. As Sejin was about to put himself at ease, Yoongi dropped another huge bomb.

Yoongi lets his mouth curve unknowingly into a playful smirk “I do…” his gaze fixated on Seul’ face. His pleasantly strong gaze took her in, causing her to blush madly. ‘What in the world!” she turned to Jin seeking for help yet Yoongi’s honesty also took him off guard.

The maknae line fall into silence, registering Yoongi’s response in their thick head though they were aware of Yoongi excessive attention on Seul. Jungkook mustered up his courage and admitted “Me too..I am fighting along with Yoongi hyung” he looked down on his finger did not even dare to look up.

Sejin’s hand swept his face and gawked in disbelief “WHAT? BOTH OF YOU?” he let out another low scowl. Within thirty minutes, the conversation that he had with the boys came out with at least three shocking news. Indeed, it was too much to bear. How was it possible for him to cope with these complicated issues revolving around them?

Without he realized, Sejin spotted another hand in the air which appeared to be Jimin “I like Seul too..hyung..” Seul ran her fingers in her messy hair, facepalming her now reddened face. ‘I am fucking screwed. I thought we are done. Manager-nim will kill me before the oxygen hit my lung’ Seul cursed subtly.

Taehyung protested “I knew Jiminie and Gukkie are in this, but Yoongi hyung…why are you in this too?” his brows pinched together in annoyance.

“Am I not qualified to be in the battle?”

“NO YOU CANT- I MEAN YOU ARE QUALIFIED BUT YOU ARE NOT-I MEAN YOU CANT BECAUSE, THIS IS TOO- OH GOD… I DON’T KNOW” Miserably, she shook her head, hating herself for blurting out every thought. “Jinnie help me” she scooted close to Jin, burying her face in his arm.

Why oh why, Yoongi had to complicate things? Why couldn’t Yoongi shut his big mouth?

Slightly flustered by Seul’s sudden contact, Jin cracked an awkward smile “I think that is enough for today. Hyung, Namjoon and I will make sure the members behave and won’t do anything stupid, okay?” he looked suddenly wary of his surroundings. First of all, Seul was clinging onto him and that was by far the closest that he ever gotten with Seul. Then, he could hear his own heart beating in his ears.

“Alright, I don’t think I can handle more surprises today” he noted in sarcastic way. Sejin arose from his seat, throwing a last glance at the youngsters before him “We will be leaving in 30, settle whatever you guys have to settle. Im out from here” he exclaimed, closing the door behind him to clear his messy mind.

Not long after, Yoongi stood up getting ready to leave only to be stopped by Namjoon “Hyung where are you going? We still have to talk”

“I have make things clear, there is nothing to talk about” as much as it infuriated him to see Seul getting all cosy with Jin, he decided to let it go and did this thing using his own way. Yes, his own way. They watched his figure disappeared from their sight before everyone gathered back their lost soul and started to speak up “WHAT WAS THAT?” Hoseok cried out in disbelief.

“Yoongi hyung likes Seul too?”

“That is possible” said Jin.

“HOW?” Namjoon crossed his arm with a visible frown on his face.

Jin rubbed Seul’s hair “Seul knows. Let’s call it a day. Seul-ah, are you alright? Can you go back home alone? We can drop you off if it is okay for you” his sot voice continued with a touch of concern.

“I can manage that, don’t worry. I need time alone just to clear my mind” Seul’s attention was solely on Jin and it hurt both Jimin and Jungkook. Yet, they couldn’t blame her for that she almost lost her job and friend that she just made.

“Then I will walk you to the door” Seul slipped her hand over his, covering his hand. Seul gave everyone a polite bow and avoiding Jungkook and Jimin at all cost. She knew those two had a lot of things to ask, however she was in total mess. Not the right time to answer anyone.

“Good luck with your stage later on, I will cheer from far. And, oh.. I will see you around” she muttered before leaving the room.  

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Time flies faster when you’re too occupy with your work. The busier you’re during a time interval, the faster that time interval will feel like it passed. That’s not surprising for BTS. They had just wrapped up their promotion two months ago and now they were doing their tour all over the world.

Manager Sejin would keep his eyes on the boys and made sure they would not plot any murderous act anymore after the one they pulled on him. He was getting used to see Seul lurking around the dorm doing her job, and whenever he needed something, he would casually ask the girl to do it for him. In other words, their relationship got better after the intense unintended meet up months ago.

Apart from bumping into each other during her work hour, Seul had never met any of the boys outside the dorm. The last one if she recalled was with Yoongi. The boys were too busy to even breath Korea’s air properly. Their travelling time to one concert venue to another was rather time consuming.

Few days ago, they wrapped their Wings Tour successfully in Hong Kong, and now they were preparing themselves for their very first appearance in Billboard Music Awards which took place few days from now.

“We have problem” the head stylist walked up to Sejin with a distressed face. They were on standby in the VIP waiting room as their flight to Las Vegas will take off in few hours. Everything went smoothly except one of the assistant stylists that was banned from boarding the plane due to her pregnancy. She was not allowed to board the long-haul flight since she’s 36 weeks pregnant. At this point, many airlines can refuse the passenger with such criteria due the increased risk of delivering on board.

Everyone was gathered in circle trying to resolve the issues considering they were outnumbered. Yesterday, one of the staffs had to take an emergency flight back to her hometown due to the death of her family member. Since it really came to this, they were at disadvantages. The head stylist couldn’t do everything alone, it would take a lot of time to prepare everyone. Not to mention, it would be a total chaos.

“Alright, who else we have back in the company?” Sejin scroll through his contact, trying to call out one of the managing directors.

She shook her head with a deep frown evident on her forehead “None. They are either booked for another event or they are out for training” she sighed.

Namjoon pressed his lips together “Hyung, can’t we recruit someone who isn’t from our company? Or someone that has no experience as a stylist but is capable to do such job? Since they are assisting nuna in her job, it should be okay right?” he suggested. His members were trying to read what’s on his mind and their sharp hunch were directed to that one person, only that one person.

“Who are you trying to suggest here?” her eyes glistened with hope. She was out of option; any hands would be a great help for her. Their manager blinked “Hoseok’s sister?” Hoseok shook his head in response.

“My nuna is not in town at the moment if I am not mistaken” he claimed.

Jin looked over his shoulder meeting Namjoon’s gaze “Are we thinking of the same person here?” he raised his eyebrow with questionable look. Nodding softly, Namjoon said calmly “Seul. Ji Seul” the manager rounded his eyes in surprise.

The name gauges her attention and she immediately inquired “Who is Ji Seul?”

“She is our caretaker’s daughter but once in awhile she would come over to help. I think she can assist you, nuna. She is good” Jin explained. Yoongi shot the two men a bewildered look, not agreeing to their wild ideas in pulling Seul into the mess. She was not trained to do a stressful job like this. On the contrary, the maknae line seemed to like the idea of having Seul travelled with them. It had been a long time since they had a proper conversation with her. They were barely in Korea and whenever they were around Seul would be busy to tend her other jobs.

There was a long pause between them before Sejin broke the silence “Alright, Jin can you give her a call, I will get someone to pick her up instantly. And, Bum-ah can you arrange Ji Seul’s flight ticket” he ordered.  The situation remained calm as they finally found the solution to it.

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“Ahjussi, don’t you think, you need to hear me out before sending me off?” Ji Seul asked again this time not liking how she was forced into this without her consent. Jin trapped her mom with his sugar coated lies only to put Seul into trouble.

 “Jin-ah gave me a call..” her mother held onto the luggage handles as soon as she made her way inside the house.

“Ah, why?” she scanned her mother from head to toes realizing the cabin luggage stood lifelessly there. “Mom, are you going somewhere?” she blinked in dazed.

Mrs Hwang grinned “I am not, but you are. Your ride is here, quick. You might miss your flight” she pushed her daughter out softly. “ I have packed everything for you. This is your backpack. Your passport and your necessities are inside there. Enjoy your trip” she said chirpily.

“MOTHER WHERE ARE YOU SENDING ME” Seul stood still, refuse to budge even an inch.

“AISH JUST GO! The young man will explain to you on your way to the airport. So, don’t waste time. They need you to be there on time” she patted her back, forcing the young girl to put on her converse.

Her shriek of surprise echoed around the building, drumming in Mrs Hwang’s ears, “MOM ARE YOU SELLING ME OFF TO SOME RICH OLD MAN? OH MY GOD! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME” her heartbeat increased rapidly at the thought.

The older woman whacked her head causing the girl to moan slightly “Yah! It is not like that! This is a Bangtan’s thing, I have no time to explain so can you just go now. In the mean time you enjoy yourself” she gathered Seul’s purple backpack and dumped in her arm which she gladly accepted.

“Bangtan’s thing? Mom, I am not going anywhere. How about my work?” she frowned.

“I will talk to Wongeun-ah, don’t worry. You are going, let’s go” Mrs Hwang escorted her only daughter to the black urvan, ignoring her whiney voice that itched her ears.

 The man was annoyed of Seul’s never ending questions.  He explained everything to her without leaving any details, yet the girl seemed persistent of her rights to make decision. He helped to grab her things and walked ahead her “Ahjussi wait! Can’t you hear me?” Seul scowled in protest.

“Don’t I have a say in this? Like they should ask whether I am alright to travel with short notice. I have to take an official leave from job. I can’t just disappear without words. That is unethical” the man handed her the plane ticket, nodding along to her unclear words.

She gasped “Oh my god? This is real! I am going to Las Vegas for real… Are you crazy? I refuse to go!” he rolled his eyes listening to her tantrum.

“Young lady, I am not an ahjussi. I am as young as BTS’s Jin so stop calling me that, will you? As for your resentment towards the decision made by the company and your mother. I don’t have a say in that too, my job is to pick you up and make sure you enter the departure hall safely. So, it is almost boarding time. Make your way inside” he heaved a heavy sigh, escorting her to the gate.

Her jaw clenched shut, with a dispirited look, Seul dragged her heavy feet to the departure gate underwent the security check before she was allowed to enter the other side. Inhaling a deep breath followed by a deep exhale of all her doubts, she decided to see people in charge and if she could talk some sense out of them. She wished they had some common sense.

Following the sign in the area, she finally found her gate and skidded to the area as fast as lightning upon seeing people had started line up to board the plane. Squinting her eyes to make out familiar faces among the crowd, Seul caught a familiar stance. In the midst of the crowd, she found Yoongi stood out among them despite in his black mask. She would not forget that deadly sexy eyes which used to shake the deepest core in her heart.

Hurriedly, she squished in between the crowd apologizing in between for cutting the line. She ignored the nasty glare she received from others. Finally, she was only few metres away from Yoongi, Seul came nearer and grabbed his wrist, forcing the sleepy guy to stop walking further.

He snapped “YAH WHAT THE-“his eyes softened when he realized it was Seul.

“Yoongs...” she murmured.

“Can we talk? I am still confused” Yoongi slipped his hand into her, intertwining it together. Part of her was relief of finally reconnecting with him after so many months and to finally see some friendly faces.

Whispering lowly, “Let’s talk inside. The plane will take off soon” he tugged her lightly entering the plane. “But-“ she chewed her lower lips, tightening their hand together as she tailed him from behind mindlessly.

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The flight was long and dreary, not to mention they barely survived a 4-hour journey and they had few more hours to cope. They were dying to get off the plane feeling fresh air on their skin. Yoongi stretched in his seat, finally recharging himself. He was planning to talk Seul earlier on, but too bad her seat was on the other section along with other staff members.

“Seul-ah it is okay if I drop the formality, right?” said the head stylist with a genuine smile. Seul simply nodded “It alright, I will call you unnie then” she chuckled.

“Let’s do that, we need to have a comfortable working environment. Thank you for doing this again, if you have any inquiries just let me know. Everyone is willing to help. Oh, for your information, there will be four make-up artists, a stylist and now it is two since you will be assisting me, three of their managers. There are other five staffs that in charge of their videos for Bangtan Bombs and Episodes. I will introduce you to them formally once we land” Seul listened attentively noting it in her head.

“Will their ceo attend the award show? Band PD-nim?”

She nodded “He will come but a day before the event, don’t worry we have informed him about this. He is grateful that we have someone to fill in” her eyes travelled to the small frame in front of her. “Yoongi-ah? Why are you here?” one of Seul’s brow arched in confusion.

Yoongi smiled bashfully “Nuna, can we exchange seat? The man who sat beside me snored loudly, I had a hard time falling asleep” his eyes glimmered with hope. She laughed softly knowing how annoyed Yoongi would be if someone invaded his precious sleep time.

“Will you be alright Seul-ah if I exchange seat with Yoongi?” she was concerned of Seul.

“I will be fine unnie. The star of the show deserves a good nap” Seul felt like ripping off that mouth of his. Yoongi’s smirk would be the cause of her death one day, how impudent. “Then I will leave Yoongi in your hand” she stood up from her seat, allowing the black hair guy taking her place.

“Thank you nuna”

“……..”

”………”

The dead silence between them giving of an awkward vibe. Seul played with her fingers trying to find a suitable word to start the conversation. “Yoong I-“ he lifted up the armrest which confused the girl.

“Let’s nap” encircling his arm around her waist, he closed the distance between them. She wanted to push him away, but he tightened her grip around her with one eyes close “I thought we want to talk” she felt a little queasy inside.

Yoongi hugged her closer, raining kisses near her temples, at the top of her ears and nuzzled her pink cheeks “We will talk later. I am sleepy” he soothed her hair. She settled in his arm comfortably, as her soft lips emitted a soft sigh “Fine…” with a frown, she leaned down pressing her ear to his chest, she listened to his heartbeat hammering against it.

His heart raced, fluttering in his chest vigorously.

“Sleep well”

  This work belongs to  Chimswae © 2020. All Rights Reserved

[bangtan-madi]

546 Days Without You — One: Negative 41

Pairing — Seokjin x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Seokjin, older brother!Yoongi, producer/songwriter!MC, military au (ish), idol au (ish)

Genre — fluff, angst

Word Count — 3.1k

Summary — Kim Seokjin is your entire world, and that world falls apart the moment he and your older brother Yoongi are conscripted into the South Korean military.

Part — 1 / 15

A/N — Hey lovelies! This is the first chapter of an estimated 15 part series. Feedback is always welcome! I anticipate a chapter of this story going up every weekend, either Saturday or Sunday. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!!

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Previous — Next

Not every great love story starts with a chance encounter, and not every beautiful relationship blossoms from love at first sight. Sometimes the universe has a sense of humor as she tosses two unlikely people at each other just to see what could happen. 

Sometimes it's not love, but annoyance at first sight.

"All right, again, from the top," you state into the microphone at your desk. "This time, try to nail that middle note. I know you got it in you, Kook."

Jungkook glances up from the sheets of music that line his podium in the recording studio. From behind the glass, he gives you a big thumbs up and boyish grin.

"That's producer-speak for, 'Again...but with passion!"

You don't have to turn to know who's sneaked up behind you, speaking over your shoulder and into the mic so Jungkook can hear.

The youngest member snickers, replying, "Aish, I got it, Hyung. Go back to your own room."

"I finished recording mine!" Seokjin retorts, causing you to finally glance over your shoulder at him. "My vocals were flawless so it didn't take nearly as long as the rest of you."

Without thinking, you pop your elbow back just hard enough to hit Seokjin in the ribs. Being the dramatic fool that he is, Seokjin jumps back, cradling his rib cage as if he's just been shot. The look on his face only causes you to roll your eyes.

"Oh, you're fine," you murmur. "What were you recording anyway? You didn't say."

He shrugs. "Mostly just practice, nothing specific."

"Well, if you're done being secretive, can you go be annoying somewhere else, just for a few minutes so JK can finish his session?"

"What do I get out of it?"

You tap your chin for a moment, pretending to think it over. "My undying gratitude?"

Seokjin scoffs. "I already have that, Jagiya."

"C'mon, Jin," Jungkook intervenes. "Leave [Y/n] noona alone."

"Five minutes? Then I'm off the clock and all yours. Until then, maybe go bug my brother. I know that makes you happy."

At the mention of Min Yoongi, Seokjin's face spreads into a wide smile. He leans down, presses a quick kiss to your cheek, and says, "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll go bug Yoongi until you're done. Then I'm holding you to your word."

Attempting to hide the happiness that simple gesture brings you is hopeless, so you settle for saying, "See you in a minute!"

Seokjin flashes a wink as he reaches for the doorknob. "Don't you dare be late."

Once the oldest member has left the room, you turn back to Jungkook with a grin and wave of your hand. "You heard the man: Again, but with passion!"

After wrapping up at the studio—a task that takes closer to an hour than five minutes, like you initially promised—you turn off the lights and lock the door on your way out. Jungkook had really sung his heart and soul today, and you couldn't help the proud smile that stays on your face on the bike ride home.

You're lucky. Of this, you're very much aware. Not only are you involved in one of the most lucrative businesses in South Korea but the particular company you've dedicated yourself to for the past eight years is truly one of a kind. Big Hit has given you so many opportunities, just like all of the other five-hundred-ish employees. Your CEO, Bang Si-Hyuk who is often referred to as either Hitman Bang or Bang PD, is one of the most passionate and empathetic humans you've ever met. If it weren't for him, there's not a change Big Hit would be where it is today. The co-CEO, Lenzo Yoon, is also a talented man, but he came into the picture far later than Bang PD, around March of last year.

But your luck doesn't just stop with the company or its leaders. Your specific job is one you've always wanted. Not only do you get to manage some of the best music coming out of your country, but you get to produce and write it alongside the biggest band in the world. This is a group that includes some of the most important people to you, including your older brother by two years Yoongi, your boyfriend of four years Seokjin, and your best friends of almost eight years which make up the rest of the group.

You don't like to think of your life as fate or destiny, but hard work and a little luck paying off after years of struggling.

There's no greater example of your success than what you get to come home to. Some people might see the nice apartment in downtown Seoul and think that's what you mean by success. Nice things, nice home, nice location just down the street from Big Hit HQ. But what you mean when you say success is the person, or people, you get to come home to.

On most days, the entire band is at the dormitories a few blocks away, but a couple years ago, you and Seokjin decided to get a place to yourself so you could have some space as a couple. This is where you spend most nights, but Seokjin still splits his time between the two locations. Lately, you've noticed him spending more and more time at your shared apartment, and your heart sinks when you remember why.

The word feels like venom in your mouth, and your hands grip the handlebars tighter as you pull the bike through the front door of the apartment.

Enlistment. 

Everyone knew this was coming. It doesn't make it any easier to accept. Big Hit's had lawyers fighting against the boys' conscription for years. They've tried every argument they could think of: their impact on the South Korean economy, the fact that the Idol projects were started by and are still majority funded by the government and thus they've already served, the Hwagwan Order of Cultural Merit they were awarded by President Moon Jae-in himself.

So far, nothing has worked, but they swore they would keep trying until the very last day.

A string of uttered curse words brings you out of your thoughts and back to your surroundings. The beautiful apartment, simple and elegant as well as lived-in and homey, gives you an immense sense of comfort. As you park your bike in the interior walkway, you hear even angrier muttering from the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Seokjin stands over a set of sizzling pans. Several ingredients are strewn across the counters, and the heavenly scent of traditional Korean food fills your nose. Soft instrumental music plays in the background. 

The sight wouldn't be unusual if it weren't for Seokjin cursing at the pan that's holding what should have been mildly brazened vegetables. However, the greens are charred beyond recognition, and Seokjin's palm is clutched to his chest.

"Wow, that radish must have seriously pissed you off."

Seokjin jumps and lets out a yelp. Knowing how easily scared he is, the sight makes you giggle, much to his dismay.

A scowl quickly replaces the fearful expression. "It's not nice to sneak up on an unsuspecting boyfriend, you know!"

"You'll live," you reply, teasingly popping a small slice of carrot into your mouth. You gesture for him to extend his hand. "Let me see?"

The brunet offers his hand, and you examine his palm. There's a small burn there, nothing too nasty, but it does look like it hurt a few moments ago. You bring the palm to your lips and kiss it tenderly before moving towards the pan of burnt vegetables.

"Burning the food and then yourself. Are you feeling okay, Jinnie? It's not like you to be so careless in the kitchen. I'd expect this sorta thing from Joon, but not you." Lifting your eyes to meet his, you add, "Something on your mind?"

Seokjin's smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, but not in the way it usually does. It's not playful or teasing, nor is it caring or empathetic. It's a little sweet, a little sad, and a little bit too revealing of what's going on underneath.

"Honestly? I just wanted to have a nice night with my Jagiya. No talk of the album or tour, no one or several of the guys interrupting, no one but us. And I wanted to impress you by making your favorite meal!" He runs his un-burned hand through his hair, messing with the long black ends absentmindedly. "I guess I have a lot on my mind, and it distracted me."

You remove the pan of ruined food and place it quietly in the sink. "You wanna talk about it?"

"You probably already know, Jagi."

You do. Of course, you do. What else could make the happiest person you know this distracted and frustrated?

It's just like a few years ago, and you feel your chest tighten at the thought of the friend you lost. You felt a similar sense of impending doom just before he left for the military, too. After all these years, you thought you'd forgotten that feeling, only to have it return ten-fold with Seokjin.

Shaking your head, you turn on a different playlist—something more upbeat, and turn back to Seokjin with a grin. "C'mon. I'm hungry, and you need a sous chef."

Seokjin's somber expression melts away. Reaching into the cupboard nearest him, he pulls out two chef's hats that belonged to a couple's costume set you'd worn for Halloween a few years back. Being the goofball he is, Seokjin kept both hats and forces you to wear them whenever you cook together.

Placing the item on your head, tucking your hair behind your ears, he gives his signature windshield wiper laugh at your eye roll.

"You can be my little chef!"

The reference to the animated movie Ratatouille, which you both adore, causes you to chuckle along with him.

"So does that mean if I yank on your hair, you'll do what I want?"

Seokjin's laugh becomes outrageous and uncontrolled. Realizing how your words might've sounded, a deep heat rises in your face, and you pull your sweater collar up to cover your cheeks. 

Your boyfriend claps his hands, thoroughly entertained by your reaction. "Well, you can give it a try, Jagi! I think that jus—"

"—Shut up or I'll stab you."

The laughter didn't stop for another few minutes, and the teasing didn't cease the entire night. If you're honest with yourself, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Seokjin was right; it's nice for once just to be alone together. Not that you don't adore the boys—hell, one of them is your brother—but it is nice to have a quiet night in, filled with good food and great company. Despite it just being the two of you, nights like these are never dull. You doubt there's ever been a dull moment in the man's entire life.

After the meal is finished, you decide to do your usual wind-down routine: shower, skincare, dancing on dangerously damp floors to the sound of your favorite playlist. The usual.

When you are finished, you exit the bathroom and enter immediately into the adjacent master bedroom. What you should've seen is something simple: a few pieces of furniture, various personal items, and a large mattress in the center. However, it seems as if Seokjin's taken the opportunity while you're in the shower to redecorate.

All the pillows are on the floor, in front of the mattress. Several duvets cover the floor. Throw blankets line the space, and curtains are strewn in the air above it, creating a sort of carnival-esque tent. Fairy lights are strung from the ceiling down to the interior of the space. BT21 character pillows line the exterior, creating a walkway of sorts. The whole space looks cozy and enchanting and well thought out.

He's gone way out of his way to make tonight special, you think to yourself.

You grab a notebook from your nightstand before nestling down into the pillow fort. You're unsure of where Seokjin has sneaked off to but are fairly certain he'll be back any moment. Until then, you hum gently a recently crafted melody to yourself, repeating it over and over, until you get it just right. Once nailed, you sketch the notes onto the blank music sheets inside your notebook, knowing that if you don't write it down you'll forget.

Yoongi's notification pings from your cellphone. Placing your notebook on your lap, you read the text before swiping to respond, all the while continuing to hum the newly created melody.

"You can sing like an angel and yet you still refuse to do vocals for us." Your eyes lift to meet Seokjin's as he stands in the door. "Do you like holding out on us or something?"

After seeing Yoongi respond with a smiley face emoji and a thumbs up, you turn off your cell and drop it onto the pillows. "How long have you been standing there?"

He shrugs. "Long enough."

"And...why are you staring at me?"

"So I can have a better picture of you in my mind."

You toss your notebook aside with an exasperated groan, only causing Seokjin to laugh. "You're so cheesy, my god."

His playful smile doesn't fade as he approaches the pillow fort. "Worldwide cheesy is my second nickname, you know."

"I am not calling you that. And I do not sing like an angel. So...no. Not holding out on anyone."

"But you do write your own lyrics and melodies. You don't share most of that with us, either. Except maybe with Yoongi, but that's not fair."

Seokjin plops down on top of you, his weight causing an "Oof," to slip from your lips. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and slips his arms under the small of your back.

"Are you seriously pouting because I tell my brother, my producer and songwriter brother, about my shitty drafts?"

A muffled, "Yes," comes from your boyfriend's mouth.

Rolling your eyes, you relax into the comforters and relish in the cozy and intimate atmosphere. One of your hands tangles in Seokjin's dark hair, playing absent-mindedly with his long hair. The other rests against his broad shoulders; your fingers dance along the edges of his ocean-blue sweater, the one you often steal for yourself. 

"Tonight was really sweet," you whisper after a few minutes of silence. "You didn't have to go out of your way like that."

"I wanted to. We haven't spent a long of alone time together since we started pre-production on the next album. And before that, there was the tour for Seven. I feel like 2020 has been a year we've spent more apart than together, and it shouldn't be like that..."

His sentence trails off, and you know what his somber tone is implying. It's 41 days until his twenty-eighth birthday. What should be a day of celebration will most definitely be a day of mourning. 

"There's still hope," you mumble, pulling him tighter to you. "The lawyers haven't given up yet. They're still working on getting you and everyone else an exemption."

"Yeah...you're right."

"Hold on, can you say that again? I didn't quite catch it."

Seokjin nips gently at your throat, earning a surprised giggle from you. "Watch it, Jagi."

After your laughter settles down, the peace of the evening returns along with the blissful quiet. It's not often that Seokjin is still or silent, but over the years, you both have found a rhythm that works for you. You have your obnoxious, loud, exciting times, and then there are the serene, still, hushed moments like these. Both are beautiful in their own way, but after a full day of work, this is exactly what you needed.

"I wish every day could be like today," you murmur, half to yourself.

Your brunet boyfriend moves slightly, resting his head on the pillow beside yours. He shifts you so you're curled up against his side, arms and legs tangled under the covers he pulls over you both. A yawn slips out, despite you trying to fight the signs of sleepiness. Your eyelids become droopy, and his fingers rubbing circles on your ribs doesn't help.

When a second yawn escapes, Seokjin chuckles and presses his lips to your forehead. "You can sleep, [Y/n]. I'll be here when you wake up."

Loving nothing more than to spend more time with him, you know he's right. It's been a long day, and you have another one ahead of you tomorrow. Instead of fighting him and slumber, you curl closer, pressing a brief kiss to his lips, then tuck yourself under his chin and wrap your arms around his small waist.

"Promise?"

As if to show you, Seokjin holds you tighter as he continues to run his fingers along your rib cage and spine. 

"I promise."

[youarejesting]

Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire - MYG

[MASTERLIST]

Summary:  Yoongi x reader story. Y/n is a 97 liner from Europe, she came to Korea to study Literature but to maintain herself in Seoul she works as a producer and songwriter. BigHit hires her and while working with BTS they become friends and yoongi falls in love. I only got the music making part of this request, because, I am thinking I might make a second part. Where they can practice dancing together once the songs are recorded and progress the relationship a little more.

Request: 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None that I know of unless you fear job interviews and bad lamb skewers...

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama 

Words: 2.5k (SO MANY WORDS)

You walked through the busy streets on your way to an interview, you were going to a little almost unknown company. BigHit entertainment, you really hoped this wasn't a scam, you had been warned by friends that some shady companies liked to lure in foreigners. You were dressed rather nicely, if you do say so yourself. Fitted business pants and a button up, you felt confident, stopping out the front of the company. Adding a little perfume, trying to freshen up from your walk.

Heading inside you sat in the waiting area, with about ten other applicants, you were called in. The room was what you would expect to see for a board meeting of CEO’s a big oval table and lots of chairs. However besides you there were only two other people in the room. Above the table you appeared calm and collected, but below you were gripping the arms of the chair firmly.

You gave your skills and explained your work. They played your audition track and wrote some things down, "your work was one of the best we heard for the audition. Why do you think you are a perfect candidate for this job?"

"As BigHit entertainment aims to be a company that provides a challenging workplace, whilst promoting the joy of doing the work the employees love. I can assure you I have a passion for expression through words, music and dance, I have the advantage of knowing Korean Italian and English, I can open a wider market for international listeners. I am autonomous working well not only independently but also creating synergy within group projects. Finally I am someone you can trust, I take my responsibilities and I hold them firmly"

Bang Si-hyuk rubbed his chin and leaned forward, he pondered your words for a minute writing some things down and then dismissed you. You headed home that day concerned that you didn't get the job.

~~~~~~~

Sitting in front of your studio desk you started by uploading your demo's and listening to the very few songs the bangtan boys had already debuted. Getting straight into work the door opened and a thin man slinked in, he moved sluggish but each step was surprisingly agile. And the more you noticed him move across the room you could liken him to a big cat. He was obviously another producer, sitting behind you at the other desk. With your backs to one another, you two worked quietly head phones on.

After doing everything you could electronically you had to play somethings on actual instruments to really start bringing this cursed song to life. Heading into the booth, catching a sideways glance from the other producer. Ignoring the pressure of his watching eyes you took a seat at the keyboard changing the tone and playing a melody. You went around the room piecing the song together, playing each instrument with care. Grinning at the result you decided to head back to the computer to tamper with your recordings.

You had this song in your head, since you heard their first couple of songs and you couldn't shake it. So you were determined to make it come alive. It was a slow process and tiredly you stood back up happy with the back track and headed into the recording booth once more. This time you weren’t going towards any particular instruments but stood before the microphone. Putting headphones on you began singing a few of the lyrics you had scribbled down.

Once it was recorded you, resumed your position at your computer and began messing with the words. A figure appeared over your shoulder. "Let me hear" His voice was low and he spoke in a slow, lazy way with prolonged vowel sounds. Nodding you unplugged the head phones and played it. He did a small freestyle kind of rap over your shoulder and changed a few of your beats layering them, making the track sound more complicated you blinked, "I like it, we could use that"

You turned about to ask if this producer was going to steal your song, the paranoid feeling growing in your chest at the possibilities, when he said "tell me what I am missing?"

He played you his song and you were surprised it sounded way better than yours, his was crisp and experimental and all round made you feel like it was a genuine pop song already. But it was unfinished you could tell, it fit the formula of a pop song but you grew tired quickly it didn’t real you in it didn’t play with your emotions. The chorus came around and every time it was just there it didn’t make you anticipate anything. "There is something missing, it doesn't build like it should everything should build back to the chorus but it just isn't."

"That's your homework little producer go home and find out what it's missing" he grinned saving his work and shutting everything down. You went home and for the life of you couldn't sleep. That song played in your head over and over. You did what you had to, setting up your home computer you recreated the song as best as you could. Once it started to sound exactly how you remembered you started making alterations.

Staying up all night and heading into work tired, you sat at your desk continuing to work on his song. You couldn't get over the missing piece and after trial and error you figured it out you had recorded something with the synthesizer and then layered the track, it wasn’t to space but gave the build up to the chorus well. There were words on your mind and you took to the recording booth to make a vocal track putting it onto your replica of producer Min’s song. Leaving a USB for him on the desk and sitting back in your chair.

You were finishing your song when the exhaustion took over and you fell asleep. Min PD stepped into the room and saw you sleeping. He frowned thinking you were slacking on the job, perhaps he would have to have a word with Bang Si-hyuk. Sitting down his gaze landed on a little lady bug USB on his desk, there was a post it note attached. "I couldn't sleep until I figured out the issue, problem is I had to try to replicate your song, so it doesn’t sound as good” he turned his computer on excited to see what you had made.

He placed it into his computer and pulled on his headphones, listening you were singing but he tried to drown that out as he listened to every piece you added to his song. He was impressed the back track sounded perfect, lost in the beat, the build-up was perfect. Right after the second verse you flipped it and started another verse rapping. He took a sharp breath, you had some lungs and you were rapping in a mix of English and Korean that gave August D a run for his money. He felt his heart racing as you didn't slow down. He laughed silently as he heard you take audible gasps to the beat it was funny, cute and he was all for it. Before rapping the last two lines in a nonchalant way bringing in the bridge which hyped back into the chorus.

When the song had ended he was in awe, he wanted you to fix his back track but this was amazing. He wanted to keep the format you rapped, but he wanted to change a few lines, you were a good rapper. Just a bit too humble in some of your lines. Yoongi turned in his chair looking at your sleeping form, the times stamps on the files said three am. Meaning you had stayed up all night for this song. Excitedly taking it to the dance studio meeting the others.

"We thought you are trying to ditch dance practice again?" Hoseok laughed

"Don't be mistaken I was, but um our new producer, I asked them to fix my song and they made this" he plugged it in and the song filled the room.

They listened to the beat and Hoseok and Jimin were trying to make moves to the song. They prepared for the chorus only to be hit with the rap verse, making them freeze listening to you spit fire couldn’t help the smiles. When you got to the small out of breath gasps Namjoon looked impressed and Hoseok was shouting running around the room jumping on Jin. The bridge came in slow and the chorus hit they danced around and Namjoon grinned "that has got to be the best thing I have heard in weeks"

"My heart is racing" Jhope said looking at the maknaes line who grinned back at him. Yoongi smiled at their reactions and took their feedback and requests before heading back to the studio. You were in the recording room playing the piano and writing down notes when you heard Yoongi Knocking on the door. Blushing heading over, had he liked your song. You stepped out and sat at your desk turning, your chair to face him and he did the same.

"The guys really like your song" he said and your jaw fell open in shock he did not just show a proper group of performers your song.

"Sul serio, you showed it to BTS, I was rapping and everything"

"Oh they loved that they are currently arguing who gets the big rap verse" he smiled as you buried your head in your hands.

~~~~~~~

It had been months of lunches and late nights you exchanged phone numbers and worked on songs together. You jokingly bought him a pair of old man slippers for the office. He seemed to be wearing them every time you turned up. Sometimes you would see him on his chair with knees pulled up to his chest and his little toes wiggling in his slippers. There was also an awkward night when you both ran down thirteen flights of stairs to the only working bathrooms. He ended up grabbing your hand trying to pull you along, after you shared some bad lamb skewers.

The song and many others you had both worked on were approved for the next album. Turning to Yoongi, you felt rather nervous to meet the members of the band, "so what are the BTS guys like?"

"Uh they are all nice" he replied not turning to face you as he worked on some lyrics and timing, finding your question a little odd.

"I am just nervous, how many times have you worked with them?"

"From the beginning" he mumbled restarting the section he was working on and muttering lyrics under his breath to the beat.

"So you have been their producer this whole time?" You said shocked and it clicked you didn't know who he was, turning to face you he threw his head back laughing. You blushed confused why he was laughing at you. Grabbing their latest magazine he slide across the floor on his chair until he landed beside you. He opened the magazine and smiled showing you the picture.

"This is Rap Monster the leader really smart don't let him near your computer he is clumsy, Jin handsome face brings all the fans to the group, don't indulge him for his shitty puns. This is Suga, handsome rapper extraordinaire, he is probably the cooled of the group" he went to turn the page and you slammed your hand down on the page and held it up and looked at him.

"Are you brothers? You look the same, and if you say that you’re a member of BTS I am going to die of embarrassment?" He gave you a sheepish gummy grin and a shrug of his shoulders, you slapped his arm in shock "You are seriously a member of BTS and you never told me"

He laughed as you continued to playfully slap his arm and he grabbed your wrist, to stop you from doing any damage to either your hand or his arm. He smiled unable to control himself. He saw you pouting adorably, but what made him the happiest is that you didn't shy away you still hit him and treated him like your friend. "Come on my best friend can't be mad can she?"

"She can, you never thought in the months we have been working together to say "hey I'm Suga the rapper from BTS, never thought while texting to say ‘Hey Jhope from BTS told me during the BTS dance practice that I am the best looking BTS member of BTS’" You wiggled your hands free to playfully smack his arm a few more times, he was cackling.

"I thought you knew, I really thought you knew, forgive me I will buy dinner" pulling you into a hug so you couldn't try to hit him anymore. Huffing you gave up watching him order your favorite food to the studio, with ease. Sitting on the floor together, picking up from your last deep and meaningful conversation about work, home, money and the incident earlier that week involving the broken elevator and dodgy plumbing.

“I swear if it doesn't get fixed I am moving my office into the lobby, my legs can't take thirteen floors every day and then the fact that half the building is getting plumbing maintenance so we have to use the first floor toilets the first floor Yoongi, I run on tea and coffee and I took the stairs six times yesterday and not both ways six times down and six times back up. That’s nine steps a flight by thirteen flights, that’s just one way, one hundred and seventeen steps to get to our office” You were punching numbers on the calculator on your phone. “I climbed one thousand four hundred and four stairs Yoongi”

Yoongi stopped mid chew you had his face between your hands squishing his cheeks together as you stressed this, he was looking at your face and he swallowed his mouth full of rice looking at you. When had he fallen for you? This was a question that struck him, in this very moment. He looked at your soft features contrasting with your fierce eyes.

Was it your smile? The way you said such strange things that were foreign to him? The way you spoke to your family and how your mother would ask if you were eating enough and if you had found a nice boy yet? The times you would say ‘si’, ‘per favore’ and ‘grazie’ cutely? Maybe it was the way you would, get angry and start arguing with him only to slip into Italian and he would just stare at you amused watching those melodic words and foreign tones move your mouth in was he never usually got to see. Perhaps it was the way you would apologize for having long conversations in the office and for your family being so involved.

He would never know but he felt his throat go dry as he licked his parted lips watching you in slow motion speaking so fast, he didn’t know what you were saying and in what language. But he smiled grabbing the back of your neck and your waist he pulled you forward. With his lips on yours he seemed to devour your words, your arms went slack and he pulled back to see your eyes were wide open you were in shock.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Talking in Your Sleep (Sriracha, Part 9.)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: Something at the back of your head was telling you that Hoppers didn't end your summer job at the Hawkins PD early just because Flo came back and because you were really trying.

A/N: Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the source of the gif (really, I searched for HOURS, and it's difficult to track down the source when it's on Pinterest)! Also, I love the idea of Hopper being drunk out of his mind.

Word count: 4.6 K

Tagging: @nemodoren​ @missdictatorme​ @creedslove​

Master list: H E R E

"Aiden! Y/N! Dinner’s on the table!" - Your mom yelled at both you to the depth of your house, standing below the stairs. You nervously looked around, just realizing that you sat there for longer than an hour and thought about the PD. You were just sitting on the bed, playing with your bottom lip with your pillow between your legs. You were still thinking about that very afternoon, about everything Hopper told you, about the language of his body and the hurt looks.

The PD situation still didn't quite make sense.

Hopper came there, he stood in front of your desk and told you to come into his office to have a word with him. For a small while, he just put his palms in front of you and watched your face. When you sat down on the chair, he informed you that you don't have to come the next morning. That you don't have to work there anymore.

When you walked home after the end of your shift and thought about the way Hopper told you that you're not the secretary anymore, something about all of that just didn't make sense. Hopper was simply weird, his behavior put you off.

Your relationship went back to point zero and even lower. The help you provided with the marriage fraud case was forgotten, Chief was overly controlling himself when he spoke with you or just was in your presence. The others acted normally, only Hopper was weird. Could that be a distress call? Oh, lord, what if it was one?

When you walked down the stairs, you realized that you wanted to check on Hopper. You felt the need to check on him, for an unknown reason. You ran back to your room and dressed in a black flannel shirt and a pair of jeans, pulling your hair into a ponytail.

"What's going on?" - Your mom asked when you put the small black leather backpack on your back and took your keys, quickly putting your Converse shoes on. Suddenly, you felt disoriented and over-excited. Your mind was in hundreds of places in one moment.

"I need to... Talk to someone. I'll be back in the morning." - You called at your mom and left the house with a bang of the door. Your mom and your brother just looked at the door with confusion, both watching as you left, walking the pavement in the direction of the downtown. - "What the hell was that?" - Your mum mumbled when you disappeared under the hill.

It was already almost nine in the evening. You somehow had the feeling that you'll find Hopper in his office - something was telling you that he didn't leave for home that night.

And for a reason, you were right. The lights were still on inside of the building. Gently, you knocked on the door and waited a moment - there was an option that it was one of the cops. But after standing for two minutes in the warm wind, you opened up the door.

Oh, that was when you heard it - Hopper singing Jim Croce... Well... At least he was trying to sing. It sounded more like mumbling and an attempt to sing. That was how a drunk person would sing. And... Oh boy. Hopper did indeed sound funny. You slowly walked through the empty office, finding Hopper completely alone in his super small room. For a second, you leaned into the doorframe and watched him. 

He was super drunk - at least that was what were the three empty bottles of bourbon on his desk saying. The upper part of his uniformed was tugged out of his pants, his hat was basically falling down from his head and his buttons were also poorly buttoned up. The chairs were laid on the ground, they have presumably fallen, there was coffee all over his carpet, the papers of the last case were all around the table. 

Hopper himself was standing in the middle of the room, dancing like a literal fifty-year-old. Jesus, these moves were almost painfully outdated. 

“You look like a piece of fucking shit, Chief.” - You’ve spoken out, entering the room, slowly taking the backpack off. Hopper watched you walking through the office, opening the locked window since it smelled like a pub. He was surprised, his eyebrows were risen up, his fingers pointing at you. 

“What is the horse’s arse are you doing here, kiddo?” - He rambled in his drunk, deep voice that resonated through the whole building. You didn't answer right ahead, you focused on cleaning up the mess he made. 

“I came to check on you and I'm glad that I did, Chief.” - You took him by his shoulders and sat him into the big plushy chair you were sitting on when you were telling him the news.

“But you don't understand, no, no, no.” - Hopper rambled again and tried to stand up only to fall back on his drunk ass. You stopped cleaning up and looked at him with curiousness. - “I just want to dance, kiddo. I just want to dance.”

“You want to dance on your own? Alright, boss, let me just clean up the office for you before you'll cut yourself or something.” - You turned back to his desk. - “Or we can dance together if you want to.” 

Hopper looked at your body bent on his desk and Jesus Christ, didn't some nasty images just flashed right in front of his damned eyes? The demons Jim had inside were always coming out when he was drunk and to say that he's horny was an understatement and misunderstanding of what was happening inside of him. He was confused, of course, but you really didn't have to worry about anything. 

He could barely stand on his feet so he wasn't really harmful in any way. - “Yeah, sure, let’s dance.” - He mumbled out and he burped so hard that you jumped at that sound. You were almost afraid that he's going to puke, but he kept everything inside. when you were done with cleaning up and securing that place for that drunkard, you disappeared for a second before coming back with tape, changing it for the Jim Croce one.

“Hey, hey! Where did you get that? Why don't you keep the old in?” - He asked, but no answer could be heard. You were too concentrated on finding that song. Soon, pop started to play all over his office and you seemed to be happy with yourself. 

“Calm down, this is the mixtape I play when you and the boys aren’t here. I swear that you're going to love this one, come on, Chief.” - You took his palms to yours, they were three times bigger and a bit sweaty, but you didn't mind. Slowly, you lead him to the middle of his office, swinging your hips along with the guitar and drums. - “Just take it easy and don't puke on me, alright?” - You smiled and gave yourself a slow swirl.

Slowly, Hopper noticed the rhythm of the song and pattern of the guitars and drums, he moved as well. It could be easily spotted that his dance moves needed some refreshing, yeah, but you didn't complain. He smiled when you took the hat off his head and jumped on the plushy chair, obviously trying to make him laugh. 

“You tell me what you want me! You tell me that you need me! You tell me that you love me! And I know that I'm right, ’cause I hear it in the ni-i-ght.” - You sang dramatically on the top of your lungs before coming back to him, catching his palms as well. All this just to brighten up his mood? You truly were too good to be true. - “I hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep!” - You yelled loudly, singing the chorus with your eyes closed while moving to the rhythm with a wild smile on your lips, your hair was a complete mess, just as your vocals were.

Hopper didn't care - seeing you enjoying yourself that much made him enjoy himself as well, because your energy was just out of the world, catchy. As the song progressed, you got more and more dramatic with the word, singing each of them by heart, walking around in his hat with a serious face, still holding his palms. The song was quite catchy and easy to remember, so Hopper was soon singing along as well.

"You tell me what you want me!" - You both yelled at each other, now laughing like two crazy people - that was when his palm found your waist while the second still held the other one in the air. The grip on your waist was tight. A bit too tight to be taken as a friendly one. You could feel his body pressed into yours, his hand gripping your shirt a bit too harshly, tugging it off your shoulder. You rose your eyes to give him a look when you felt him pull you even closer.

He was warm, his body felt firm. And the room was suddenly too hot for you to even breathe in. Dear God, you knew you're going to hell for that.

"You tell me that you need me. You tell me that you love me." - You mumbled and still watched his blue eyes piercing through yours. Something felt... Off. But not in a wrong way. Hopper felt different. It seemed that Hopper is alive. And you've never seen him that way. Slowly, you finally accepted that he's holding you like the world mattering on it and put your palm on his shoulder. You were smiling. And you were gorgeous.

This was the moment, Hopper's mind told him, this was the right moment to just lean in and kiss you. To test out the waters and the theory that older men were attracting you. But just as he picked enough of courage to do so, it didn't seem so complicated when he was drunk, his head spun. Jim almost fell flat on his ass.

"Alright, that means no dancing for you." - You mumbled and walked to the radio to turn it off. Jim was leaning into a bookshelf, looking like he's about to throw up. You knew that he was trying to do or tell you something - the expression before he almost fell was somehow different. You were kind of curious what it was but decided to shut up about it and to rather take him home.

"I'll take you home, alright? You'll have a nice, cold shower before you'll go sleep." - You huffed and circled your arm around his waist, letting him lean into you. You successfully lead him through the small halls and turned off all the lights and once you were out, you let him lean his ass into his car.

"Alright, where do you have your keys?" - You put your hands on your waist, looking at him - you didn't realize that you still had he had on, which apparently made him laugh. Once he pulled himself back together, you repeated the question. - "In a pocket." - Jim grinned at you flirtatiously and you exhaled, realizing that he's way more shitfaced than you thought. Also, he made himself laugh again.

"Nice one, yeah, but you need to be specific. Which one, Jim?" - You put your hands on your hips and watched the man almost crying. Man, he was really something.

"All of 'em." - Hopper put both his hands to the level of his head so you knew that you are allowed to search through his pockets. That motherfucker didn't count that you will actually search his clothes and of course, he knew exactly where the keys were - they were currently causing a lot of pain on his left buttcheek.

But you stepped in front of him and put his hat back on his head and slowly, both of your hands took a deep dive into the front pockets. Hopper's left corner slowly raised as your fingertips dug into the deepest ends of the pockets, feeling a lot of things, yet not a single key. He closed his eyes for a second, when you brushed something directly between his legs, unable to actually tell if you're doing it because you wanted to or that you had absolutely no idea.

Slowly, your hands brushed both hips, not leaving his body for a second, while you traced his palms into his back pockets, palming his ass. You couldn't help, but squeeze his ass a bit when your fingers traveled down. You may be brought his pelvis closer to yours when you pushed him towards you.

"Got the keys." - You rose your eyebrows playfully, taking the keys with your nails. Them you made sure that he's sitting before you left. Quickly, you checked the office once again, before you locked the door and unlocked his car, leading him to the co-driver's seat.

"All right, big guy, I'd use some help now. Climb there." - You mumbled, helping him climb there. It was a ten-minute job, but in the end, he sat there and even his seatbelt was wrapped around him. Quickly, you put your back to the trunk and sat next to him as you turned the engine work, doing your seatbelt as well.

You were a pretty good driver, that was for sure - the car responded and listened to every move of the steering wheel, he probably never rode in the car with such safety. You were good with road signs and you never went over the speed limit. He wanted to tell you that you're a good driver, but he just glazed in the direction in front of him before his hand covered your palm on the stick shift.

You turned the position around, placing your hand on the top to make sure you're still the one driving the car.

"Something's wrong?" - You asked and leaned a bit out of the window, watching the road before turning from the main road to the long driveway. You hadn't noticed that the trail is standing next to a quarry - and it had some beautifully see-through water.

"No." - Hopper mumbled and his eyes pierced through your hands put over each other. He didn't know why he has done that. What did tell him to do that? He was drunk - his mind didn't make much sense, his thoughts were confused, words have left him. It was that feeling... That warm ball of feeling good that... Emerged from somewhere inside of him. He wasn't happy or anything, he was just feeling normal, which was a dramatic change since he didn't feel normal usually. He felt alone, angry, depressed, disgusted, insane - there were rarely times when he felt like a normal human being. Yet, at the moment, you made him feel like a normal man.

"Nice quarry you got here, big man." - You told him when you parked his car next to the trail. Before your hand left his palm, you gently scratched the back of it. Then you undid the belt and got off. - "Why don't we go for a swim instead of the shower?" - You opened his door and undid his seat belt, helping him to get out of the car.

"A swim? Now?" - Hopper repeated after you and you nodded, taking the shirt off, leaving yourself only in a white t-shirt. Your smile was intoxicating, just like your energy. - "Yeah, right now. Just kick your shoes off, take off your pants, leave the uniform and hat here and come. Come on, dude, you're not an old-ass grandpa."

"That's right!" - Hopper answered and put his hat on the car, while you kicked the shoes off and took your jeans as you walked to the quarry, leaving yourself in the underwear and a white t-shirt. Hopper struggled to undress before he took the shirt off his shoulders, trousers soon leaving behind. He didn't dare to take off his briefs and a t-shirt, following your example. When Hopper finally stumbled to the quarry, you were already swimming, water starting a few inches under your chin. You turned around to help him get down.

"I'm not that old." - Hopper told you in a firm voice when you stood up and offered him a hand. You smiled and took his palm, slowly dragging him down to the water.

"You're not old. Come on, big guy." - You mumbled and lead him to the warm water of the quarry.

That was right. Hopper had enough time to change his life around, there was still time for him. He wasn't old. He didn't have to sit there alone and depressed in his trail, he could just... He didn't know. Go play darts? Or bowling? Perhaps join the bowling team of Hawkins or perhaps the baseball team? - "I'm not alone or old."

"You not alone nor old. Come in. Let's get you wet - you'll have a better hangover, then." - You told him and in the other moment, it looked like he had just fainted and fell underwater. Before you figured out that he was just diving, his palms took your thighs and he charged, jumping and falling back to the water with you.

You were lucky since you had enough time to take a breath before you both ended up under the surface. Reflexively, your arms hugged him and brought him closer to you, so you wouldn't drown.

After that, you both swam out and took a deep breath, Hopper laughing out loud. You waited a moment until his focus was off of you and jumped on his shoulders, bringing him under the water. Both of you were laughing, bubbles of air were flying everywhere around and suddenly, it happened.

You somehow ended up looking into his face under the water, small bubbles were tickling your face, your eyes looked funny and your hair was just goddamn everywhere. The underwater sounds were cracking in your ears but none other sounds than these could be heard, his body felt weirdly warm under yours.

Without realizing anything, your hand traveled on his arm to find his palm and for a second, you held it. When you felt that the time is good, you gently grabbed his palm and brought it to your jaw, watching his face looking as funny as yours. The mustache was looking hilarious, his hair was weirdly levitating around his head and he was... Smiling. He let his palm to brush over you jaw for a while, to just ghost over it, before he leaned in and really pushed his lips on yours, it was really a kiss.

Hopper was desperately trying to find a sign of resistance that could stop what was happening, but your body was sending only green lights to him.

And you did your best to kiss him back as you felt your body warming under the already warm water, it was gently tumbling and you suddenly felt an explosion of euphoric feelings. You could say that you felt happy. And he did too.

When you swam for some air again, you were practically touching each other with chests, but you didn't kiss him again. You just watched his face smiling back at you and you liked it. The heat was slowly consuming you as you lead your fingers over his shoulder.

There was a chance that he won't remember anything of it once he wakes up, but you were glad that you did the first step. It wasn't anything you would've thought about, you just did it. It felt natural.

"Feeling better now?" - Was a question you basically whispered to Jim before turning around to leave the water.

"Indeed." - Jim followed your every move, still feeling couraged enough from the alcohol he drank.

"Great. You'll have a shower and then I'll tug you in, deal?" - You left the quarry and the wet clothes glued on your back, showing your silhouette clearly. You were pretty. On the way back, you picked every piece of clothing you there off on the way, letting Hopper to just walk to the door. With full hands, you unlocked his trail, watching the mess everywhere.

So you really didn't do anything there - the place was literally as messy as the last time. Jim, with his feet completely dirty, went straight to have a shower while you hung the clothes which got wet. After that, you borrowed some of his clothes again, this time a dark blue t-shirt and black boxers. While he was still trying to wake himself up and sober under the hot water, you started to clean up the whole mess he got there - all the cans were thrown out, dirty clothes were picked up, dishes were washed and ashtrays were cleaned up when he opened up the door. The place looked a lot better with such little changes.

“You're stealin' from me again? You haven't given me back the ones youve took last time.” - Hopper acknowledged you walking around in his clothes and he needed to say that it was most probably one of the nicest views he ever had.

“Ready to go to sleep?” - You leaned your head to your shoulder, leaning into the countertop under your ass.

“I would maybe eat something. I'm starvin'.” - Hopper said honestly and dressed only in his towel around his waist, he walked to the table, sat down and lighted up a cigarette. You exhaled out loud, opening his fridge. It could be spotted that he's a takeaway and fast-food person because his fridge was empty - there was only a box of milk, a few apples, cheese, and eggs. You checked the counter for oil and when your eyes found it, you were sure that an omelet it will be.

You got to cooking, searching for a plate and a pan for a while, just minding your own business, but Hopper just continued on smoking and watched you. 

“How long it is since the last time you've cooked? These pans look new.” - You rose your eyebrows while you flipped the omelet skillfully, leaving Hopper in slight awe. So, you weren't only smart, gorgeous, funny and interesting, you were even a pretty handy cook.

“It's been a time.” - Hopper said without lying and you took out one of his unfiltered Camel cigarettes and lit it up as well. You haven't smoked in weeks. You weren't a smoker, but sometimes, a cigarette came in handy. Plus, who could've arrested you for doing something illegal? The Chief of police was sitting behind you, completely wasted and watched your ass.

“Yeah. I can definitely tell. Well, we changed that today. Bon appetite.” - You wished and gave him the plate along with a knife and a fork. Hopper didn't answer that remark but gave you a heartwarming smile. He was still wasted, yeah, but at least, he was acting like a normal man now. He was fun to be around, he looked so kind and nice.

“Hell, I didn't know that anyone can cook better than me.” - Hopper said when he tasted the omelet. You were sitting in the table on the opposite side of the table, your knees were leaned into the desk and one of your elbows was reached out, so you could still reach the ashtray.

“You're such a liar. First, you tell me that your face is handsome and now you tell me that you can cook. Oh, dear.” - You giggled, but secretly, you enjoyed that he enjoyed the meal.

“So, you are saying that I'm ugly.” - Hopper leaned his elbows to the table to lean closer to you, his blue eyes were looking you in the face. You almost couldn't believe what you were seeing. Hopper in a playful mode? Did that even happen already?

“I haven't say that you're ugly.” - You bickered back with a smile, puffing out the smoke again.

“So, she thinks I'm handsome.” - Hopper muttered to himself and you just shook your head, because that man was simply unbelievable. Hopper was done with his food pretty fast, so you let him go to the bedroom, following him, giving him the bucket. Then you leaned in and covered his body with the blanket he got there. - “If anything happens, call out to me. I'll be here in no time.” 

“You're goin' somewhere?” - Hopper sat back as you opened up the door. You nodded, watching the man. God, he wasn't looking bad at all - those hands and shoulders, these were something to look at. And that chest wasn't so bad either. Sure, he wasn't the youngest or the slimmest boy in the neighborhood, but you've seen way worse looking men around his age. You liked that half-grown mustache and damp hair, which wasn't short, but either it was long. And dear lord, that smirk and blue eyes. 

“Yeah, I will be sleeping in the living room. I'll clean up the rest of the mess and...” - You said with a shy smile, gulping quickly while you watched a small trail of hair in his chest and a smaller one leading down under the towel. Oh, you were damned. 

You wouldn't say that the chief is handsome, never before. But now, when you were looking at him, watching his moves, smirk, body language, and everything... Damn. 

“Don't you even try to play the I'll sleep the couch card on me. It's uncomfortable, trust me. Have a place here. We've done that already and it went just ok.” - Hopper rose up the second blanket for you and gave you one of the pillows. With a short exhale, you did as he offered and sat on the bed next to him. Last time youve slept in the bed, nothing happened. Hopper was right. What could happen this time?

You couldn't fall asleep for a long time, but you tried your best not to move since the mattress was shaky as hell. Hopper fell asleep pretty quickly - as soon as his head touched the pillow, he was done for good. He also was snoring pretty loudly. 

Just one touch wouldn't hurt anyone, right? You asked yourself when you turned on your side as well, watching his back. Slowly, you moved closer. The smell of his soap hit your nose and you giggled quietly. Just a touch, nothing more. Slowly, you put your palm on his shoulder and smoothed his back, stopping at the small of it where the towel was stopping. Then you circled your hand around his ribs, moving even closer, copying his body with yours. You put your leg up on his hip and laid like that for a minute. 

You froze down when his palm sloppily smoothed yours before catching the one that was circled around his waist. He was still snoring so you knew that he did it reflexively, but you had bigger problems - you couldn't move away. His fingers entwined with yours and he had some strength in his arms even if he was asleep. Well, you will have to explain yourself in the morning. What else were you supposed to do? To wiggle out and wake Jim up? Oh lord, you didn't want to when he was as drunk as he was.

And that was how the story of Red Riding Hood and the Ugly Wolf continued. And you really hoped that it will lead to even more, unlike Jim did. 

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A Little Caught Up- V (Finale)

Masterlist

Word Count- 3k

Black reader x OT7

Angst with a hint of fluff

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV 

After spending a couple of days in the dorms with the boys and YoungMi (of course Namjoon begging you to stay so he can have quality time with his daughter) you were happy to see that he was forming a bond with her. Like any baby she cried during the night every few hours in which you had to get up and feed her and Namjoon would get up to change her diaper after you showed him how to do it multiple times and to your surprise, he was actually pretty good at it. You couldn’t lie to yourself, it was weird, all of it was, having a baby by Kim Namjoon of BTS and sleeping in the same room as him even though he said he’d sleep on the floor if you made you more comfortable but you opted for the couch after cleaning the living room area. The boys didn’t mind either, they all grew to love YoungMi and were content with staring at her even when she was asleep because she was adorable. You and Namjoon didn't talk much unless it had to do with the baby, which was also awkward at times. You weren’t gonna lie, it sucked not actually being in a relationship with the father of your child but you also knew the position he was in with even having a child. Of course it bothers you that you two were so careless that night but you would never regret your baby girl. She was everything and more you could’ve ever wanted. She was perfect. 

Folding up your blanket, or rather Namjoon’s blanket that he let you borrow and grabbing the pillow he gave to you, you carried everything into his room and set it on the end of the bed as you did every morning. You were sure to be quiet since everyone was still asleep. Scooping up MiMi from her slumber, carefully, you carried her out of the room and into the kitchen area to feed her a cereal bottle while preparing yourself something to eat. Sitting at the kitchen table, you looked down at her as she stared back up at you with her deep set eyes, sucking away on the bottle. You smirked and kissed her forehead and quickly glanced up when you heard shuffling footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Namjoon trudged towards the counter and began setting up the coffee pot which meant everyone else would be up soon. You two stared at each other for a few seconds before he leaned down in front of you to kiss MiMi on the forehead and then sat in the chair across from you and rubbed his eyes while yawning. You never knew what to say in these moments since you were staying there. What could you say? Sorry for getting pregnant with your child and not talking to you even though you ghosted me and now I’m here in South Korea wanting you to meet her now? 

He broke the silence first with a heavy sigh and cleared his throat. “Good morning...did you sleep okay?” He asked. It was the first question he’s asked that didn’t have to do with the baby. You nodded and looked down, removing the bottle and placing your daughter on your shoulder and began patting her back. “I slept fine. Thanks.” You mumbled. He then stood up and grabbed two coffee mugs and filled them with coffee from the pot once it was done and glanced over his shoulder at you. “Sugar? Cream?” He asked. “Two scoops of sugar and a little bit of cream. Thanks.” You replied and once MiMi burped, you carried her into the living room and laid her down on the couch since she slept for a little longer after her morning bottle. Walking back into the kitchen while fixing the pineapple of hair on top of your head, you grabbed the mug from him and sat back down at the table, taking a sip and began making yourself a bowl of cereal. “I wanted to talk to you actually, Y/N, about coming with me somewhere today with the baby. It’s important actually.” He blurted out. Where did he want to go with you today? They all had to go to the studio for rehearsals since their comeback was a few months away. “Where are we going?” You asked, taking a few scoops of cereal and shoveling it into your mouth. He placed his hands on the table, folding them together. “I’ve spoken to Bang PD about the situation going on and he wants to meet with us, both of us to figure out the best solution for all of us. I know I haven’t been too welcoming the past few days but I do hope you’ll come please.” He explained. You knew that was coming but today?! 

After cleaning up and changing Mi into an outfit and feeding her again, you managed to shower and get dressed in half an hour, fluffing out your curls and checking over your outfit which consisted of a white shirt, blue jeans and red Converse. Y/N placed Mi into her carseat while Namjoon was getting ready in his room now. So many things were going through your mind about what could happen at this meeting. What if he didn’t like you? What if Mr. Bang made you go back home with YoungMi and tries to pay you off without ever getting in contact with Namjoon or any of the boys again? Rubbing your lips together, you sighed and looked down at your daughter. Only 3 months old and having no idea of what’s going on in the world at all. She needed to know her father and the people around him. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t take that from her ever. 

The boys were quickly making their way out into the living room, late for practice and rushing to the front door to slip on their sneakers. Each one waved to you or said bye and you waved back. Jimin on the other hand, quickly ran over to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay. Okay?” He smiled and you couldn’t help but return the smile and nodded. “Okay. Go, you’re gonna be late.” He nudged him and watched him leave the dorm. As the door closed, Namjoon made his way out of the room, wearing a black tracksuit that was oversized and a black baseball cap to match. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive right now. His hair was a beautiful blonde color that you wanted to run your fingers through while he spoke to you about his latest deep thoughts. Looking away before he could catch you practically drooling over him, you placed her phone in the diaper bag ang and situated your daughter before pulling the hood over the carseat and placing a blanket over top of it to keep the sunlight out of her eyes. 

“Ready? The driver’s waiting.” Namjoon asked, grabbing the carseat from you and making his way over to the door. You picked up the diaper bag and your purse and quickly followed behind. 

The ride there didn’t take long, since it was in the same building that they held dance practice in. The building was big, one of the biggest you’ve ever seen and you couldn’t help but stare up at it as you made you way inside, discreetly of course. The three of you, plus two guards had to go through the back in case someone saw you and when you walked inside it looked like a typical building except for the word ‘Big Hit’ being on the wall. You managed to tie your hair up into a puff at the top of your head in the car before you made it to the building since the heat was too much, especially for your having your hair in your face. Making your way onto the elevator, the guards long gone, you fiddled with your fingers while stealing glances of Namjoon every once in a while until you made it to the right floor of Bang PD. Now your heart was pumping and fast. Everything was happening so fast. 

His office was big, personalized for him of course with a few plants and pictures of the boys throughout the years on the wall along with the members of TXT as well. “I’ll just set her in the chair between us.” He carefully set the carseat down and removed the blanket and pushed back the hood to reveal a sleeping YoungMi. You smiled down at her and Namjoon watched you until you looked up at him and he looked away, his eyes quickly moving to the door when he heard it open. What the hell do I even say to him? 

He looked exactly like he did on Youtube videos and pictures, friendly and smiling. He smiled at you and all the weight you had on your shoulders lifted and you smiled back, standing up when he outstretched his hand. You quickly bowed your head and introduced yourself. “Please, have a seat. Is this the baby? YoungMi?” He asked, peeking into the carseat and already gushing over her adorable pouty sleeping face. He moved across from the both of you and placed a thick folder on the table, in which your eyes couldn’t move away from. What was in there?

Before he started, the door opened and in came the members one by one, taking a seat at the table as well. They looked just as confused as you did, her eyebrows stitched together before returning to Namjoon who seemed to be sharing the same expression. 

Mr. Bang folded his hands together and sighed heavily. “You all must be wondering why you’re here, but you’re all aware of the situation at hand with Namjoon and Y/N-ssi. We are weeks away from your upcoming performances and this is unfortunately an inconvenience to us all…” His eyes went to Namjoon and he shook his head. “You are the leader of this group and therefore you are to set an example for this men so you all can go down the right path, but you weren’t thinking about that when you made a careless mistake based on lust and a one night stand.” You blankly stared at the table, keeping her fists clenched in your lap as you felt not only insulted but offended in any way possible. Did you have to even listen to this?

Namjoon’s face hardened, his jaw clenched and a distant look in his eyes as he was being scolded. “Your actions have affected this group and if one messes up, the rest have to follow suit which is why I’ve called all of you here. This will be quick and to the point, no arguments, no working things out with what I am going to tell you all. You can talk about it after this meeting is over, everything is already set in stone and I’ve even contacted your families as well.” He began opening the folder and everyone seemed to have leaned in, curious about what was happening now. 

Everything was your fault, you were reckless, you let him blind you and now you were responsible for what was going to happen to the boys and even Namjoon. What if you cost them their careers? What if he sent you back home with YoungMi and made you lose contact with everyone, including her father? What about your career? You had finished an online school of course but when you came here, it was supposed to be for a few weeks before you would go back and start your job as an esthetician. 

He pulled out a form...a wedding certificate and looked between you and Namjoon and it felt like the world stopped shifting. A contract? Namjoon’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. “I’ve checked your background, Ms. Y/L/N and you’ve accomplished a lot, no criminal history or write ups in America, you live alone as well so this will be easier said than done. You two are to be married, by the end of the week. I will send someone to pack up your things Y/N in your apartment in California and ship them here. Namjoon, you will be moved out of the dorms and there is a residence in which you and Y/N will reside in with your daughter YoungMi as well. This arrangement has been set in stone. I’ve called your family and they are aware of what’s going on. If you want to remain in this company and in this group then you will take this contract and do right by it. This can’t get out to the public unless it is sealed. Do you understand? Namjoon? Y/N?” He asked. 

You didn’t know what to say, but married?! Yeah you and your friends joked about who you would marry in BTS but it was with the intention that it would never actually happen and now it is, under the worst circumstances. Without thinking you wiped your cheek quickly, a tear escaping your eye. You were still young, you didn’t know Namjoon outside of BTS and now you had no choice but to be with him. You couldn’t ruin his life anymore than what it was. What if he had a secret girlfriend? What if you two didn’t get along once you were moved in together? While you pondered this, Mr. Bang spoke to the boys, you couldn’t understand what he was saying but you figured he was explaining the situation and as you looked at each person’s face, you could see the pity in their eyes. There was no way you would even turn to look at Namjoon but you could feel him burning a hole into the side of your face with his glare. Great.

“As for you boys, because of this arranged marriage, each of you will have to follow suit. All for one and one for all, right? In a month’s time, you will have wives, you will all be moved out of the shared dorm and into your own apartments. You’ll all share the same building of course since we can’t risk the exposure. I’m sorry it has to be this way but we will work according to your schedule. You will continue to have your rehearsals and performances, the arrangements will be sent to me along with your wives. If someone has a disagreement then this company will fall with the reputation you have as a group and as people.” You didn’t know what was being said but from the look on the members faces, you knew it wasn’t good. 

He dismissed you all and you blinked rapidly, standing up without saying a word, tears spilling down your cheeks. Their eyes are on you and you could tell, everything was ruined. Grabbing your bag and the diaper bag, you picked up the carseat and quickly made your way out of the room and glanced around, trying to find the nearest exit. You didn’t want to see any of their faces right now. Making your way to the elevator, you walked in and saw them walking out, arguing with each other before Jimin was the one that noticed you and ran to catch the elevator before it closed. He pressed a button and let the door close before turning to face you. 

“This isn’t your fault, you know? Namjoon-ah has to take responsibility too and none of us wanted this for ourselves.” He shifted back and forth on his feet. You couldn’t speak in fear of letting out a sob and he sighed. Once the door opened and revealed a break room, you followed behind him and sat down at the nearest table, placing the carseat on the ground and unstrapping MiMi as she began to wake up, you picked her up and stood up after grabbing a bottle from the diaper bag to feed her. It wasn’t long until you could hear the elevator doors again and Namjoon storming in, everyone else filing in behind as stalked up to you and sighed. 

“We need to talk, now.” His voice was stern, you nodded and before you could say anything, Jimin took the bottle and the baby from you, resuming her feeding while Namjoon, ever so gently, grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind a door and closed it behind him. 

He paced back and forth, before placing his hands in his pockets and turning to look at you. “Is this what you wanted? It’s not what I wanted for myself and I’m sure it’s not something that they wanted and I know part of it is my fault as well. We’re going to go and get everything verified tomorrow morning and when we move in together there will be three bedrooms so..you can have your own room and I’ll have mine. YoungMi will have her own as well, I saw the apartment, it’s big enough so I can still have my space and you can have yours. We won’t sleep in the same room, I have to focus on the comebacks and-” You cut him off. “First of all, no, it’s not what I wanted and before you continue I’m going to explain something to you. You. Will. Not. Blame. Me. For any of this. I don’t like what’s happening either and I know they’ll hate me…” Your voice cracked and you looked away, trying to hold back tears. 

“You have fans and I know how they’ll feel, I’m a fan too and I don’t know how this is going to go or when it will all be out for everyone to know, the only thing I ask from you is to be a father to our daughter. You don’t have to love me or even like me but you will respect me, I’ve given you the same since I’ve been here. I’m not going to bother you or interrupt your studio sessions or rehearsals. I still have to find a job while I’m here, that’s pressure enough.” Clearing your throat, you sighed. “Don’t worry about me being in your way, now I can see the kind of person you are, Kim Namjoon.” With that, you opened the door, seeing the other members standing around the door, clearly they were listening and looked down after they saw your face. 

“I’m sorry I did this to you, to all of you. I didn’t think it would happen this way and there’s not enough apologies in the world that will fix this. Excuse me. “ You moved past them, taking your daughter from Jimin and placing her back in her carseat and grabbing your things. You had to go somewhere, anywhere but here. You only knew the dorms so once you got to the main floor you asked for the driver to take you back there. This was all too much. You’d have to figure it all out after tomorrow, which would seal the deal.

// Thank you guys so much for reading! Obviously this was my first story and it will be linked with another series I have in the makings so if you liked this then you’ll love the next one. Also, feel free to ask any questions you would like me to answer or any suggestions about what kind of content you guys would like to see. I’d love to interact with everyone on here. 

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Thank You (For Everything You Do) - NamjoonXBTS Littlespace Drabble

(Source: nikadonna) I was searching for gifs for this fic and came across this perfect fanart that just so happened to say Thank You! I’d titled this fic before I found it so I just had to use it :)

Unfortunately, it will not allow me to actually link the source :(

A/N: I wrote this for our leader’s birthday ;) I wanted to write a story showcasing BTS giving back and appreciating all Namjoon does for them as a leader.

Hope you enjoy!

Also, just for reference, this is what Namjoon refers to the others as in littlespace:

Jin - Eomma (I know this is kind of overdone, but I liked it for this fic)

Yoongi - Appa

Hoseok - Daddy

Jimin - Oppa (Again, kind of done a lot, but I chose it anyways)

Taehyung - DaDa

Jungkook - Hyungie

Relationship: Little!Namjoon X Caregiver!BTS (My first OT7)

Rating: G

Words: 3130

Fluff, just fluff. Too much probably. Y’all gonna need a dentist after this, it’s just too sweet.

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Namjoon felt only half asleep as he stumbled up the three flights of stairs to their dorm, because, of course, the elevator was out of order.

Their promotion period just came to an end after months and months of concerts and interviews and music shows and filming Run episodes. The rest of the BTS members had been sent back to the dorm five hours earlier, but Namjoon was asked to stay back at the company for a meeting with Bang-PD.

Now, he was finally finished. It was barely four o’clock in the afternoon but he was tired and he ached all over. The front door of the dorm never looked so inviting, and the fact that all of his boyfriends were inside and one of them would surely be willing to cuddle tonight, made it all the better.

Namjoon thought about the comfort of his bed and sighed out contentedly. He lifted one of his hands to grab the doorknob of their dorm door when the door opened on its own.

The leader looked up with a heavy blink, taking in the smiling forms of Jin and Yoongi. They appeared to be well-rested - no doubt they spent the last five hours catching up on some much-needed sleep while Namjoon was busy.

“Oh - hi, hyungs,” he said, so tired that it made his voice more raspy than usual.

“Hey, Joonie! Come on in!” Seokjin exclaimed, his voice a bit too happy.

Namjoon arched a curious brow at the odd behavior, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi was the one to reply, stretching his arm around the younger’s shoulders and guiding him into the dorm fully. As Jin closed the door behind them, Yoongi sat Namjoon down on the bench in the entryway and began removing his shoes for him.

“What are you doing?”

Yoongi looked up at him, confused, “Removing your shoes?”

“Okay,” Namjoon drawled, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “But why?”

“Because I feel like it.”

The younger whined and he didn’t care one bit that it sounded extremely childish. “Why are you guys being so difficult?”

Yoongi and Jin shared a look between them that the younger couldn’t decipher and then the oldest was grabbing Namjoon by the cheeks and pulling him into a kiss.

Namjoon was pleasantly surprised and kissed his hyung back gently. When Jin backed away again (much too soon if you asked Namjoon) the younger asked with sparkling eyes, “What was that for?”

Jin winked at him and pressed one last kiss to his lips, “We wanna spoil you today, baby. How does that sound?”

The leader heard the term of endearment and felt the tugging of littlespace in his mind. “Y-You really want to do that?” he asked hesitantly.

Namjoon was always a little insecure about his little self. He was the leader of BTS, he was the one that was supposed to be taking care of the others, not have them take care of him.

Yoongi spoke up, placing a kiss to the leader’s cheek. “We really, really do, bub.”

It wasn’t a hard decision to make after that. Namjoon felt all the built-up stress and tension release from his body as he let out a whine, “Appa!”

“Ah, there’s my good boy,” Yoongi said with a smile reserved only for little Joonie.

“Come on, baby,” Jin picked up Namjoon in his arms without much difficulty and began leading them further into the dorm. The little wrapped his arms around his oldest hyung’s neck and nuzzled in contently. “We have a lot planned for our baby today.”

First, they went to the bedroom, where Jin and Yoongi worked together to change the younger into an old t-shirt and sweats. The little was confused as to why they weren’t putting him in something more comfortable, like a onesie, but he accepted it without question.

They left the bedroom and entered the living room, Yoongi trailing behind them, to find Jimin and Hoseok sitting patiently on the floor in the middle of the room. A tarp was spread over most of the space, and about a dozen tubs containing different colors of paint as well as multiple sizes of canvases were set up beside them.

Namjoon eyes widened at the sight. If there was one thing little Joon loved to do, it was paint. “Pretty colors!” he exclaimed as he began squirming in the oldest’s arms, “Eomma, pretty colors!”

“I see that, baby,” Jin replied fondly, placing the younger on the ground so he could hurry over to the two sat on the floor. “Appa and I are going to go start on dinner while you hang out with your Daddy and Oppa, okay?”

Namjoon nodded his head excitedly as his eyes darted to each of the tubs of color. He was already planning his first painting.

Jimin scooted over to sit beside him and smiled so wide his eyes nearly disappeared, “Hey, baby, are you excited to paint?”

“Yeah! Joonie gonna be a artist!” he said.

Jimin ruffled the light brown hair falling over his forehead, “We have some paintbrushes if want, honey, or you can just use your hands.”

Namjoon responded by dipping his entire left hand in a tub of bright pink and slapping it on the canvas closest to him.

“Okay, hands it is,” Jimin mused.

“Joonie, can we paint too?” Hoseok asked, sitting across from the little.

“Mhm!” Namjoon hummed his reply, more focused on his masterpiece.

Jimin and Hoseok both chuckled at the adorable little and set about working on their own paintings, opting for using the paintbrushes Namjoon hadn’t wanted.

Little Joon spent the next half hour slapping and smearing color over his canvas until it was absolutely drenched in paint. Thank god the others had put down a tarp, otherwise the floor would have been a mess.

“Daddy, look!” Joonie picked up his first finished painting and held it out so the other could see.

Hoseok looked up from his own painting to observe the younger’s artwork. It was an abstract mess of pink, blue and yellow, with accents of red and purple. “Wah! You made that, Joonie? That’s amazing!”

Namjoon giggled and blushed a bit at the compliment, “Thank you, Daddy!”

“Let me see, let me see!” Jimin demanded. Once Namjoon showed it off to him as well, he grinned, “We’ll definitely have to hang that in the living room somewhere!”

“Right there!” Namjoon pointed to an empty space next to the television.

“Perfect,” Hoseok replied, clapping his hands together. “We’ll put it up once it’s fully dried in a few days.”

“What you make, Daddy? Oppa?”

Jimin puffed his chest out proudly and lifted his painting up for all of them to see, “I worked very hard on it, so be nice!”

The white canvas had been covered in various blues, creating a nice ocean base. On top of that, Jimin had painted multi-colored fish and other sea creatures in a rather, ah, basic technique. It looked more like a child had painted it than Namjoon’s did.

Hoseok was holding a hand over his mouth in a weak attempt to hide his snickers at the sight, but Namjoon - well, Namjoon looked in awe.

“Oppa painted pretty fishies!” he exclaimed before pointing to a particular blob of orange, “Lookit! Baby crabs! Joonie loves crabs, Oppa!”

“Well, thank you, baby, at least someone likes it,” Jimin sent a glare in Hoseok’s direction, who simply held his hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t say anything!”

“What about Daddy? Can Joonie see his picture?”

Hoseok’s attention was directed to the hopeful looking little holding his hands clasped together adorably. “Well, I can’t say no to someone so cute, now can I?”

“Nuh-uh!” Namjoon agreed, grinning widely.

Hoseok chuckled and lifted up his own painting for the others to observe. He had created a forest scene and splattered some white paint over everything so it looked like it was snowing. It certainly wasn’t the best painting in the world, but it was definitely better than Jimin’s, and it seemed the younger knew it too by his defeated pout.

“It looks like real trees!” Namjoon said, “How did Daddy make them look so pretty?”

“Why don’t I show you, baby?”

They spent another hour painting before Yoongi walked back into the room from the kitchen.

“Woah!” he exclaimed as he took in the mess of paint all over the tarp and the little. It looked like more of the colors had ended up on Namjoon’s body than on the actual canvases. “Someone had fun, didn’t they?”

Namjoon looked up at him with a giant grin, his adorable dimples showing as tried to simultaneously hold up the three canvases he had worked on at the same time. “Appa! Lookie! Joonie made the most prettiest pictures ever!”

Yoongi wandered over to take a closer look at the pieces of artwork as Jimin and Hoseok looked on fondly. “That one definitely needs to go there...” The second oldest pointed to the little’s first masterpiece and then to the same spot Namjoon had pointed to earlier, right next to the television.

The little lit up, his eyes so wide they nearly bulged out of his head. “That’s what Joonie said!”

Yoongi chuckled and gestured to the other two, “I think those should go in the entryway. That way whenever someone comes home, they can be greeted with your beautiful pictures.”

Namjoon giggled and clapped his hands together happily at the thought.

The others could only look on with heart eyes. They were all so damn whipped for the little and he probably didn’t even realize the extent of it.

Yoongi did a double-take as he caught sight of the ocean painting, “Uh...who painted this one?”

Hoseok snickered again, “Jiminie did.”

Jimin reached over and smacked him on the shoulder, “Shut up!”

“Well,” Yoongi began in a teasing voice, “It looks like...something else, that’s for sure.”

Jimin pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. Hoseok cooed at him and leaned over to pinch his cheeks, only to have his hand smacked away.

“Anyway,” Yoongi straightened up, “I came to get you because dinner is almost ready.”

Namjoon’s eyes lit up before they dimmed a bit once more, “Joonie has to help clean up, though.”

Jimin and Hoseok moved to either side of him and pressed kissed to each of his cheeks. “We want this to be a special day for you, baby,” Hoseok said, admiring the blush on the little’s face at their blunt displays of affection.

Jimin hummed and finished, “So just this once, you don’t have to help us clean up.”

“Really?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Yeah, bub, why don’t you go with Appa and get yourself a bit more cleaned up for dinner, huh?”

Namjoon eagerly accepted the oldest rapper’s hand and let him lead the two of them from the room.

Jimin sighed as soon as they were gone, his head in his hand and a smile on his face, “God, he’s so adorable. He’s gonna be the death of me.”

Hoseok scoffed fondly, “That boy only has to smile and I’d willingly give him the world.”

Yoongi used a cloth to clean up the worst of the splattered paint (he wasn’t sure how he managed it, but Namjoon had gotten some vibrant purple behind one ear and neon orange behind the other). He didn’t worry about getting everything since he knew the little was going to be having a proper bath after dinner.

“Did you have fun painting, bub?” he asked as he wiped some blue from between the younger’s fingers.

Namjoon nodded and swung his legs where he was seated on the bathroom counter, “It was the bestest, Appa! Joonie likes all the pretty colors!”

“I can tell,” Yoongi teased, “How did you get so much green on your feet? Weren’t you wearing socks when your Eomma and I dropped you off in the living room earlier?”

The little gave him an innocent smile, “Yeah, but Joonie wanted to paint with his feet!”

Yoongi blinked, “And your Daddy and Oppa let you do that?”

“Mhm, they thought it was funny!”

Of course they did, Yoongi thought to himself with an inner eye roll.

“Well then,” Yoongi grinned at the other, “I think it’s dinner time.”

Yoongi hitched the little up on his hip (the others were always amazed that the rapper, who had little to no muscle, was able to carry him, but he wasn’t that weak, okay?) and walked them to the kitchen.

When they arrived, everyone else was already seated at the table and they all turned to them at their entrance. Jungkook and Taehyung, who Namjoon hadn’t seen since he’d gotten home, gave him bright greeting smiles.

Namjoon saw the food on the table and promptly gasped, “Chicken nuggets! And mac’n’cheese!”

“Your favorite,” Jin said with a smile as Yoongi moved to place the little on the oldest’s lap. Jin scooped up a spoonful of the macaroni and cheese and lifted it up to the younger’s mouth.

Namjoon eagerly accepted the food, “Yummy!”

Jin kept feeding the younger, alternating between the macaroni and cheese and the chicken nuggets. Namjoon ate all the food with gusto, swinging his legs back and forth from his spot on the oldest’s lap.

The others were only eating half-heartedly, much too interested in their leader’s little side - well, all except Jungkook. The maknae was stuffing his face with food like it was the last meal he was ever going to eat.

“Jungkook, that’s gross,” Jimin commented as the youngest attempted to chew without fully being able to close his mouth. Jimin scrunched his nose up in disgust, “Please, stop.”

“This shit’s great!” Jungkook exclaimed, shrinking when five hands all reached out to smack him for swearing in front of the little. “Ah! Sh - sorry, sorry! But this is so tasty. Can we have this for dinner every night?”

Five mouths opened to shoot down the idea when one spoke up excitedly, “Yeah! Joonie want this every day!” Namjoon grinned, showing off his dimples. “Oh, please!” he added hastily, never one to forget his manners.

Taehyung cooed loudly and reached over from across the table to bop the little on the nose, “Oh my god, I really can’t say no to you.”

“But we will have to this time,” Jin said, giving the others a pointed look before focusing back on the little in his lap. “It’s not healthy to have this food every day, but if you’re a good boy I think we can have it more often.”

“M’kay!”

Hoseok and Jimin made simultaneous noises that sounded similar to that of a dying whale at the cuteness.

Namjoon promptly looked up at them with worry, “Oppa! Daddy! Are you okays? Do you have booboos?” his wide, innocent eyes and adorable pout were too much for the others to handle.

Yoongi was the one who answered, “They’re fine, baby. They’re just being silly.”

“Oh, okay!” Namjoon’s mood did a one-eighty and he was back to his grinning self.

The rest of dinner was pretty uneventful - aside from Jungkook nearly choking from how fast he was eating, but Hoseok gave him the Heimlich and Namjoon only had a mild heart attack at one of his caregivers nearly dying, so it was fine.

After dinner, the others were put on dish duty while Jin and Yoongi gave Namjoon a proper bath.

The little had a blast playing with the toy boats in the nice warm water of the bathtub, so much so that he almost didn’t want to get out when it was all over. The promise of cuddles made the decision easier, though.

After toweling Namjoon off, Jin put the younger into a diaper (he nearly slapped himself when he realized they had all forgotten to do that earlier) and slipped him into the cutest frog onesie. Yoongi distracted the little by making funny faces for him and making him giggle behind his green pacifier.

It was common for Namjoon to slip further into his headspace the more tired he got, and the bit of energy he had regained by slipping earlier was slowly fading.

As the three of them began making their way down the hall, Namjoon dropped down to the floor and began hopping in clumsy movements, “Ribbit! Ribbit! Joonie is froggy!”

God, they were so whipped for him, it was ridiculous.

They entered the living room (now cleaned up from the art session earlier) to find everyone scattered on the couches and few bean bags, television paused on one of the little’s favorite movies.

“Tangled!”

Namjoon scrambled to lay on top of Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook, who were already a mess of tangled (haha) limbs. They preened like they were the chosen ones while the other three rolled their eyes and tried to hide their pouts.

Yoongi climbed into Taehyung’s lap where he was lounging on a bean bag while the oldest took a seat in an empty one next to them.

The movie played and they all genuinely enjoyed it, even if they were constantly distracted by Namjoon’s cute little giggles and wide, intrigued eyes.

Soon enough, the credits were rolling and Namjoon’s eyelids were drooping.

“I think it’s somebody’s bedtime,” Taehyung mused, getting up from the bean bag chair and going over to pick up the sleepy little.

Namjoon nuzzled into his neck and sighed contently.

Jin and Yoongi first came over to press mandatory kisses to the little’s cheeks, whispering their goodnights to him.

Then came Hoseok and Jimin, who followed the oldest members’ actions with matching kisses on the little’s reddening cheeks.

Taehyung carried Namjoon back to his bedroom, Jungkook not far behind him. By the time they’d changed into their own pajamas, the little was pretty much asleep.

Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged fond smiles before crawling under the covers and settling on either side of the little. Namjoon gripped onto Jungkook’s t-shirt and cuddled into his chest, his other hand reaching back weakly to grab onto something of Taehyung’s, which ended being his wrist. Taehyung complied by wrapping his arm around the little’s stomach.

“Thank you. For taking care of Joonie.”

The two of them opened their eyes at the little’s words.

“Oh, you’re welcome, baby,” Taehyung replied with a kiss to the back of his head. “We all love taking care of you.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed, kissing the little’s forehead. “You always take care of us as our leader when you’re big, and we take care of you when you’re little. It’s a win-win.”

Namjoon let out a tired giggle behind his pacifier, “Love you, hyungie. Love you, DaDa.”

“Love you too.”

Arms tightened around him from both sides and Namjoon couldn’t help but smile as he settled back into Jungkook’s warm chest.

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A/N: There will never be enough Namjoon appreciation fics. Hope you enjoyed adorable Joonie!

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Happy Birthday, Namjoonie!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[chimchimdumpling]

Blue(berry) Days

Just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. (BTS’s Manager! AU)

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Warnings: Angst, mentions of sex, pregnancy stuff, some cursing 

Word count: 8,9k

A/N: Happy, happy birthday to Min Yoongi, the biggest inspiration in my life. And don’t worry, this is angst with a happy ending! 

You buried your hands in your hair, desperately gripping on to the roots as if they could anchor you and keep you from crying.

He hadn’t even come home yet and you already felt the tears stinging away in the corners of your eyes.

It was an hour and a bottle of wine later when Yoongi finally stumbled through the door, looking more dead than alive. In the hallway’s dim lighting the bags under his eyes looked almost black and not even his favourite pair of Doc Marten’s could keep himself from losing his posture anymore.

You could tell he was trying to be quiet, trying not to wake you. Too weak to even announce yourself you waited until he stepped into the living room, stopping in his tracks upon seeing you.

The moment your heavy eyes met you both knew you wouldn’t be able to continue like this.

“Fuck.”

He sighed. At least he knew he had missed a date of yours.

You didn’t blame him though, and that was the problem.

“I’m so sorry.”

For a moment he didn’t know what to do with himself, where to go, and after watching him with fear-filled eyes you patted the spot on the carpet next to you and poured a big glass of wine.

He plopped down beside you, taking a deep gulp, and for one last moment you could still pretend that it was all okay.

“I don’t even remember the last time we really spent time together.”

You finally spoke up.

And there they were, the tears. It almost felt like a literal dam breaking somewhere inside of you, along with your heart.

“Are we even...”

You took a deep breath, trying to give your voice at least a bit of strength.

“Are we even still good for each other?”

You failed, miserably so, and started sobbing.

Yoongi didn’t say anything.

He knew just as much as you did that your question didn’t need any answering. So instead he placed an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. It took you a few seconds to realise that he was crying, too.

“I hate that you’re always right.” he smiled through his tears after pulling away.

The fact that he was trying to lighten up the situation made you love him even more and a new set of tears well up in your eyes.

“Why do we keep on hurting each other?”

He messily wiped over his eyes before cupping your face, ghosting his thumbs over your worryingly sharp cheekbones.

“Because meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me but...”

He let out a breathy laugh that sounded like he was trying to cover up a sob.

“We had shit timing, baby.”

 You didn’t wait for Yoongi to wake up the next morning. You had always been the weakest for each other in the early morning hours and by staying next to him any longer you would only hurt you both more. After getting dressed you dragged yourself into the kitchen, risking a look to the fridge where your favourite pictures were pinned to the door. Yoongi had practically lived with you during the past months, always on the run from the loud mess that bangtan‘s dorms were. Just the imagination of soon being completely alone in your apartment and having no one to come home to made your heart clench already. Suppressing a deep sigh you looked at the beautiful diamond ring on your left hand for the last time and pulled it off, placing it on a note on the kitchen counter. All the little paper said was_, I’m sorry’_ and you felt like they were the only words that fit the situation. As quiet as possible you made coffee, filled it into your thermos cup and left the apartment, feeling as awful as after a bad one night stand.

Worse, actually.

But this was for the best. During the past weeks you two had done nothing but hurt each other by overworking yourselves, ignoring each other and then proceeding to be angry with each other. It was a vicious, frustrating cycle. And you didn’t even want to know what would have happened if you both hadn’t put your feet down.

 You spent the whole ride to work trying to mentally prepare yourself for the days, weeks, and months ahead of you. Breaking up was one thing, having to see your ex at work every day was a whole other thing. This was probably why people always said workplace relationships were anything but a good idea.

Finally arrived outside bighit’s building you considered smoking a cigarette for the first time in years, but decided against it after a few moments. The attempt at getting over Yoongi alone was already going to harm you in many more ways than you could fathom. There was no need to put yourself under any more stress. You took a deep breath and entered the building, planning to hide away in your office as quickly as possible. Under normal circumstances you could go days without seeing the boys at work, but before and during comebacks your schedule as one of their managers was fully packed up with meetings with them. Trying to keep your breakup a secret was already going to be hard enough as it is so there was no need to additionally rub it in their faces by waltzing around the building and giving out orders, as you normally did. You and Yoongi hadn’t talked about telling anyone, so you decided to leave it to him.

His bandmates, his news to tell.

Even if they were bad news. Throughout the three years of being one of BTS‘managers not only Yoongi but the rest of the members, too, had become like family to you. In the beginning, only your work life had revolved around them- but with their kind and fun personalities your private life had been very quick to follow.To you it wasn’t just Yoongi who you’d lost yesterday night.

It was also a part of their friendship. You were close, yes, but they would always choose their hyung, their brother, over you. You hadn’t even realised you had been staring out of the window instead of doing any work for the past few minutes until your phone went off, reminding you of the meeting you would have to attend in less than ten minutes. You had completely forgotten about it, the prospect of being confronted with everyone so soon completely scaring you out of your wits. Nervously fixing your pencil skirt you grabbed your laptop and took the elevator one level down to where the conference rooms were located. So far only Bang PD was there, greeting you with a friendly nod. He had been sceptical about your relationship with Yoongi in the beginning, worried it would cloud your judgement as one of the people being responsible for the well-being of all of BTS, but eventually he had come to terms with it.

In your head you sadly added him to the list of people who would inevitably have to be informed of your breakup. Now that you came think of it, you were actually the most anxious about him finding out- he would probably see it as a bigger problem than your relationship in the first place, afraid it would influence Yoongi in any bad ways.

Despite the mess of thoughts in your head you set up your presentation with proposals for schedules and important deadlines for the upcoming comeback. Soon the rest of the meeting’s participants filled the room, Jimin being the last one as always. Despite trying to avoid the boys’ eyes you couldn’t help but risk a glance at Yoongi.

He looked even worse than last night, if that was even possible.

“(Y/N)? Would you be so kind to show us what you prepared?”

Grateful for the distraction you nodded in response to the CEO’s plea and got up, grabbing the file you had prepared in the process. At least for a moment you could forget about everything and completely immerse yourself in the job you loved so dearly. But when the beamer’s lighting hit your left hand in a way that, normally, would have made your ring reflect the light and Namjoon widened his eyes for a second you knew your short moment of peace was over. Fortunately, the meeting was wrapped up within half an hour and you made sure to slip out of the room before any questions could be asked.

It was only during lunchtime that you were ultimately confronted with one of the members. As the leader of bangtan and a well-respected person in all of Bighit Entertainment he probably just felt responsible for everything going on but it still warmed your heart when Namjoon stumbled through your office door, packed with two takeaway bags.

“Hey.”, he greeted you calmly and closed the door behind him.

“Are you free right now?”

You tried to smile.

“For you and greasy food? Always.”

With a chuckle he sat down on the carpeted floor and started unpacking the food. He had even thought of your favourite beer. Sighing, you got up and went to join him.

“I take it you’ve heard the news?”

As if it was some kind of peace offering RM shoved a bowl of Jajangmyeon into your direction before answering.

“He just told us.”

The sudden confirmation that it truly was over once and for all felt like a stab to your heart and suddenly your throat tightened. Glad to have the food as an excuse to keep you from talking you dug in and for a few moments a more or less comfortable silence enveloped you. You could feel the rapper’s gaze on you while you ate, watching you trying to hold back the tears.

“Are you sure it was the best choice?”

The question was one you had been asking yourself all morning long. You hesitantly placed the bowl of food next to you and leaned back against the wall to look at him.

“I...” you took a deep breath.

“I wish I could say it was for sure but I still love him way too much to do that already. All I know is that the past few weeks have been hell and that we couldn’t have possibly carried on that way. I mean, Joon, even you told us to get our shit together more than once.”

Now it was his turn to sigh.

“I probably should be mad at you for not listening to me. You’re idiots, you both. And I really wish you could’ve still somehow made it. Jimin even cried a bit talking about how great you were together. And PDnim looked a bit like he had lost all faith in love.”

You couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

“Do you think you’ll be okay? Especially with having to interact with him?”

You shrugged indecisively.

Very probably not, not when your heart strings still felt so connected to his. But there had been a time when the two of you hadn’t been the best of friends, back when you had just landed the gig of managing them during a longer stay in America. Later you would always jokingly call it_, your summer with bts’_, but between bus trips to the next concert’s city and late night food raids it truly could have been material for a road movie. With Namjoon, Jin and especially Taehyung you had bonded extremely fast, the rest had followed somewhere along the way, Yoongi being the very last one.

While Namjoon very openly guided bangtan through hardships and the occasional English interview, Yoongi had always been something like a silent guardian of the group. He might not have landed in it completely voluntarily but had still grown to love them and even consider them family.

He mostly watched from the sidelines, always ready to fend any unwanted intruders off, only springing into action when absolutely needed. To him, you as someone from a different agency and a completely different background than him had, for a while at least, posed a possible threat to his members.

A year later he had admitted to you that he’d tried to keep himself from warming up to you for the longest time yet couldn’t resist doing so after catching you and Taehyung in a cypher rap battle one late night.  You had catastrophically messed up his parts and probably butchered all the other ones, too, but still, for some odd reason that apparently had been the moment he’d become smitten with you. And then all the weird tension between the two of you had been resolved one late night in New York.

 _You closed your eyes and inhaled the cold night air in relief. _

The party going on downstairs had become way too stuffy for your liking and as soon as the opportunity to flee the scene had come up you’d gladly taken it. Normally you didn’t have too much of a problem with socialising but today just... hadn’t been the best day. You made your way to the edge of the roof and let your gaze sweep over the city. The lights were trying their best to replace the stars in the sky and from above it really did look beautiful. Maybe one day you would come to understand why people loved this chaotic city so much. For now all you did was sit down on your jacket, feet dangling through the reeling. Deciding to cease the moment you opened your clutch to receive your cigarettes from it, putting one between your lips. You weren’t really a big smoker, but throughout the years you had discovered that they could be quite helping with the jitteriness of anxiety. Just as you were about to light it a voice behind you spoke up.

„I didn’t take you as the type to smoke.“

Recognising the lazy daegu drawl as Yoongi‘s you turned around with a careful smile, putting your cigarette between your fingers for the moment.

„I try not to, but it helps me with nervousness and everything.“

You would have loved to snap back a snarky comment since up until a few days ago the rapper had always seemed to have a problem with you, but something seemed to have shifted in his behaviour towards you recently. Maybe he had decided to tolerate you after all.

„Can I?“ , he asked hesitantly while stepping closer, signalling his intentions of sitting down next to you.

You answered with an ,of course‘ and watched him while sitting down.

„Do you mind if I smoke this one?“, you asked after he had made himself comfortable.

„No, not at all.“

With that a more or less comfortable silence spread between the two of you, both seeming deep in thought. After a while though you couldn’t stand the silence anymore and lifted your head to look at him. The city beneath you didn’t do much to light his features and yet, the soft glow it gave them made it look like it was him shedding the light. Of course you had thought about how handsome he was before, his aura wasn’t something you just shrugged off, but here sitting next to you with tired eyes you realised how beautiful he truly was. The now messy bleach blond hair, the strong brows and soft cheeks, the delicately swung lips... he was composed of contradictions, painfully human and awfully real. Something in you itched to take a photo.

Luckily you managed to shake the momentary daze off. After taking a deep breath you opened your mouth.

„What did you mean with you didn’t take me as the type to smoke?“

Seemingly caught off guard he just stared at you with his mouth slightly opened for a second.

„I just...“

He seemed to be looking for the right answer.

„I thought people like you don’t smoke.“

„People like me?“ you lifted an eyebrow.

„I don’t know... you’re just always so perfectly organised and polished and seem like you have your shit together... but from the way you said it it’s different I guess.”

You scoffed.

“Oh yeah, it’s different, believe me.”, you muttered, lowering your head to pick at a thread on your dress.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t really make an effort to get to know you and I don’t think I made your job any easier either.”

You lifted your head to look at him in surprise. His words had been uncharacteristically soft spoken.

“It’s okay, not every-“, you started to speak but he interrupted you.

“No it’s not. This whole tour long you’ve been doing nothing but a great job at managing us and that’s really not easy. The rest of the gang adores you and even asked Sejin to keep you. I just... you know, so many people already tried to harm us and give us shit that I have a hard time trusting anyone new in the crew, but I made it unnecessarily hard for everyone by trying not to like you. Which I failed at, by the way.”

_Throughout his little speech your eyes had gotten bigger and bigger and by the end of it questions upon questions swirled through your head. The boys wanted to keep you as their manager? You weren’t a complete catastrophe at doing your job? Min Yoongi liked you? _

Unable to find a coherent answer to his words you just continued staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights. With the lightest smile on his lips he turned to you.

“I really hope Bighit decides to hire you.”

Still too confused to do anything you watched him getting up and leave. It was only when he had almost arrived at the door to the staircase that you were able to snap out of it and get up yourself.

“Yah!”, you exclaimed, causing him to turn around.

“You can’t just say stuff like that and leave.”

His lips twitched as if he had to actively keep himself from grinning.

You walked up to him until there was almost no space left between you, trying to muster up as much confidence as you could. But as soon as you found yourself just that much closer to him than ever before you felt your confidence and irritation evaporate, leaving behind nothing but a heavily beating heart.

Why did he have the power to affect you this much when so far he’d done nothing but ignore you?

You thought about Taehyung’s constant teasing grin whenever the two of you had been forced to interact and suddenly you kind of understood where he’d been coming from.

Yoongi was still looking at you a bit confusedly, seemingly waiting for you to do something.

And you did.

Following that one weird voice inside your head you eliminated the little bit of space still left between you with a step and pressed your lips against his. You felt him stiffen in shock for a moment, making you already regret your decision to go for it, when he suddenly cupped your face to pull you closer.

At one point you both had to stop and catch a breath and upon breaking apart you just looked at each other in disbelief. A slight blush had bloomed across Yoongi’s cheeks and yours probably too, judging by the heat on your face.

“We... we just kissed.”

You stammered. You had thought about how kissing him would feel like but you really hadn’t expected it to feel so oddly right. You now were officially more confused than before. His lips parted in the brightest gummy smile you’d ever seen while he kind of awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair.

“Oh yeah we did.”

His smile became sheepish.

“Do you think... we could do that again?”

You couldn’t help but giggle and nod.

 Maybe you’d be able to return to a professional relationship with Yoongi again, but there was a whole broken engagement sitting between you now. “God it’s gonna be so hard.” you groaned, leaning your head against the wall and squeezing your eyes shut. Namjoon gave you an empathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder.

At the moment there weren’t any soothing words for him to speak. All he could do was to wish that things wouldn’t become too hurtful and messy for you both during the next weeks.

 And for a few weeks, things had been going as smooth as possible regarding the situation at hand. You, constantly feeling like a corpse walking, tried to avoid gatherings with all of the boys at the same time, didn’t eat your lunch at yours and Yoongi’s favourite spot anymore and when confronted with the prospect of talking to your former Fiancé you kept it quick and professional. However all these things hurt like hell, and it wasn’t just you who noticed the lingering stares you and Yoongi gave each other whenever you thought the other one wasn’t looking. You had tried your damned best to keep the rest of bangtan out of your breakup but it had been foolish to think all of the boys would just let you slowly retract yourself from their lives. The maknae line had made it their personal mission to, make you smile at least once a day’, Jin kept showing up at your doorstep to cook for you, Hobi had declared himself a, healing hug generator’ and even Namjoon had started to not very subtly look out for you. Their endlessly kind attempts at trying to make losing what had probably been the love of your life somewhat easier for you actually made it just that much more difficult to move on for you. You couldn’t blame them, but the boys kept you from taking your much needed alone time to lick your wounds and as the weeks passed it only got worse instead of better. It seemed like your body was collapsing under all the emotional stress and you felt yourself slowly going insane among the lack of sleep and nausea. At night you laid awake and over and over again thought about if there hadn’t been a way to fix things after all, during the day you put on a smile and acted like you were okay so your friends wouldn’t have to worry. You were convinced that you could keep on bottling everything up forever in that jar of self-loathing of yours, but even the hardest of glasses can burst under pressure.

And it did one evening, god it did.

Things had just become very, very messy.

In a desperate nightly search for comfort in the form of ice cream you had made the trip down the street to the small convenience store, only to stop dead in your tracks in front of the aisle with the pregnancy tests. At first, it was only because you had to think of how one day, maybe, you and Yoongi could have been standing in front of these shelves together, happily giggling at the prospect of possibly becoming parents.

And then the thought hit you like a freight train.

During the weeks leading up to your breakup yours and Yoongi’s sex life had been non-existent, so you hadn’t really cared to keep track of your birth control. You were in the middle of losing your fiancé, there were more important things than swallowing a pill every evening. And then the night of the actual breakup had happened, your last desperate act of devotion to each other. You had been drunk on wine, he had been drunk on his sorrow, of course none of you had thought of protection. Oh god, you could be pregnant. The realisation triggered a feeling you had never known before, a feeling of pure fear. Shaking all over and trying your hardest to keep your breathing steady you reached for your phone and called the only person you could possibly confide in right now. It took a few rings for him to pick up, but finally his fatigue ridden voice mumbled a confused “hello?” into the speaker. You took a deep breath in the hopes of it stabilising your voice.

“I’m... “Your voice already faltered.

“I’m in the grocery store down the street and I’m scared and I don’t know what to do canyoupleasepickmeup? “At this you started sobbing, having never felt so helpless in your life.

„I’ll be right there. “ The now slightly more awake sounding voice at the other end of the line stated and hung up. And luckily it really didn’t take him long to show up, enveloping you in a tight hug the minute he had spotted you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, to which you only answered by shaking your head and further burying your face in the soft coat he liked to wear so much.

“Tae...” you finally whispered after having slightly calmed down and looked from him to the assortment of pregnancy tests right beside you.He furrowed his dark brows until the realisation dawned on him, too. But instead of overreacting, like you had done, he pulled you closer and took some tests from the shelve.

“It’s gonna be okay, snowflake.” Taehyung whispered into your hair and slowly led you into the direction of the cashier.

 It was certainly not going to be okay. The waiting time given to you by the manuals was over, and the three tests you had bought were staring back at you with bright smileys and crosses and double lines on their displays. Taehyung, alarmed by your quietness, carefully entered the bathroom and scanned firstly your expression and then the tests.  He huffed out a sigh and sat down next to you on your bathtub’s rim, leaving you the slightest bit of personal space. An uncomfortable silence spread in your bathroom, mostly due to you staring at the results in front of you like they could still somehow magically change back to negative. A thousand thoughts were going through your head at the same time and you very much felt like screaming to stop it all.

You had always been sure that one day, you would be a mom and happily so, and ever since getting together with Yoongi you had always hoped that it was going to be him you would embark on this journey with. But not like this, certainly not like this. This sick twist of fate made your dinner rise into your throat and even though it was still too early on for morning sickness you thought you were going to throw up.

“Oh fuck.”

Were the first two words you finally said after remaining quiet for what had certainly felt like hours. You put your head on Tae’s shoulder and breathed in his familiar scent, grateful for having him there.

“What am I going to do?” You whispered, afraid your voice would fail you when used at a louder volume. Taehyung shrugged.

“The decision is entirely up to you. You do know that you don’t... have... to do this?” He had difficulties saying it and you had difficulties imagining it. Straightening up you looked at him with wide eyes and for the first time in this whole situation you knew something for sure. That baby, that innocent little life growing inside you, had been created out of love. Pretty fucked up love, of course, but the little guy was still part you, part Yoongi. And you knew you could never live with yourself if you decided to terminate this pregnancy.

“No...” you murmured once, only to repeat it more vehemently. “This has probably happened for a reason, right? And also, if it wasn’t with Yoongi I think I’d never want a family so this is kind of my only shot at it right? But can I do this Tae? Oh my god I’m going to be a single mom I don’t know anything about infant care and my job!! What about my job?”

Taehyung knew that your little rant was you trying to reassure yourself, so instead of interrupting you he pulled you close and waited for the end of your soliloquy. Once you had finished he squeezed your shoulder and got up.

“Come on. I’m going to make us a nice tea and then we’re going to book you a doctor’s appointment and look at adorable baby stuff on the internet. This baby is going to be spoiled as hell.”

 Amidst all of the chaos your life had suddenly been thrown into, there was one thing you knew for sure: You did not deserve to have a best friend like Kim Taehyung. Even though he was working himself into oblivion with the band’s comeback he still made time to remind you of doctor’s appointments, send you articles on single mum’s and dietary guidelines during pregnancies and all in all be the exact support system you had needed. At work you had found into a rhythm of detachment, burrowing your entire existence beneath professional matters until after work hours, when you would open the gates and let your problems flood back in.

Many would expect joyful, outgoing Tae to have the secret keeping skills of a three year old, but when it came to serious... situations like yours he was more trustworthy than a rock. No one seemed to suspect a thing and for you, things could have continued that way.

But of course morning sickness had to come and ruin basically your entire life. You could barely keep anything down and even the slightest odd scent sent you running for the toilet (or a nearby trash bin). It was somewhere around your third month of pregnancy when your condition made itself known to BTS’s mother hen herself, Seokjin. You had already been on your way to the toilet, your breakfast rebelling in your stomach, when you ran into Mister Worldwide Handsome in the hallway. He greeted you brightly and tried to start a conversation with you, seemingly not noticing your problem. But when you rushed past him without returning his greeting, into the nearby toilet, he of course sensed something was wrong.

You were kneeling on the cold, hard bathroom tiles, your stomach painfully contracting around nothing after having already emptied itself when you felt someone hold your hair and rub your back.

‘For fuck’s sake, I left the door open’ was the first thing that went through your head once you were able to think properly again.

“How far along are you?” Jin murmured, revealing his identity. Too weak to come up with a proper lie you just shook your head and protested. “I’m not-“, he immediately interrupted you. “Please, (Y/N), I’m not blind. I’ve been watching you these past weeks and I know morning sickness when I see it.”

Sighing in defeat you leaned against the now welcomingly cool wall and closed your eyes. “Where the hell do you know stuff about pregnancy from?”

He sat down against the other wall of the bathroom, facing you with a careful glance.

“A friend of mine from university got knocked up after a one night stand.”

“Oh.”, you muttered, not used to his blunt honesty. Jin had this thing where he always kept himself room to surprise people, sugar coat words with a charming wink until suddenly, he didn’t.

“How did she deal with it?” you asked, desperate to hear something positive.

“She didn’t.”, he answered instead, making your heart sink into your stomach. “She decided to not have the baby.”

“Great.” You murmured. “That’s just great.”

A short moment of silence spread between you, only to be interrupted by Jin.

“Does Yoongi know?”

You scoffed. “Yeah, sure, hey Yoongi I know we broke up ‘cause we were slowly transforming into a toxic relationship and you’re in the middle of conquering the world but now I’m kinda pregnant so hey’? I don’t think so.”

“(Y/N)...” he sounded like he was about to scold you but decided against it. “He has to know at some point. You don’t technically owe him anything but with this... you kind of do.”

“Do you really have to go all wise on me right now?” You grumbled and managed to send the faintest smile across his lips.

“I guess I do.”

 With the help of Tae and Jin you somehow survived the horrors of morning sickness and with your first trimester ending it also finally came to a halt. You were slowly coming to terms with the fact that, holy shit, you were going to be a mom, and you were even slowly growing to like it. Of course you still didn’t have any idea of how to handle anything but somehow you knew that you and little peanut were going to be okay.

 You punched in the code to Yoongi’s studio and gingerly opened the door. There he was, sitting in his office chair, immersed in his music. You stole a glance at the small sofa close to his desk, where you had spent many a night helping him with music, talking, eating and of course fucking. During the good parts of your relationship you had never been able to keep your hands off each other.

Finally you returned back to reality and made your presence known with a cough.

“Hey... sorry to disturb but PDnim wants you to revise this.”

You handed him a file and a USB drive. He nodded and took it, his expression all too neutral.

“Thanks.”, he muttered and you turned to go. Only when you had almost reached the studio’s door did he speak up.

“(Y/N)!” he said, making your heartbeat freeze up for a moment. You slowly turned around to see that he had stood up from his chair.

“Are you... okay? You look really tired.”

If you hadn’t been such a coward you would have answered ,No, I’m not okay because I fucking miss you and your baby in my belly won’t let me eat anything’ but instead you just sent him a sad smile. In the next seconds your brain seemed to stop working because suddenly Yoongi closed the distance between you with a few quick steps and then he was kissing you, he was kissing you so desperately and god you had missed his lips.

For a moment the usually so loud thoughts in your brain grew quiet and everything seemed alright again. But then your conscience switched back on and you took a step back. You both looked at each other, scared of what was going to happen and finally, you broke away.

_“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” you whispered and fled from his studio. _

 Well, except for that little moment of weakness your life somehow balanced itself back into normality and the last big threat looming over your head was how Yoongi was going to react once you got yourself to tell him. At least that’s what you thought.

 “You know, I think Yoongi is actually going to be really happy about becoming a dad.”

You looked up from your chocolate cake and sent him a look. Taehyung and you were currently in your favourite little French café in Hongdae and you hated him for interrupting your serenity.

“What, and then we’re going to magically get back together?”

He rolled his eyes.

“How am I friends with such a pessimist? (Y/N), honey, Yoongi was and most probably still is crazy about you. Most of the songs in our recent albums written by him are about you. You won’t know until you tell him.”

You tried to avoid answering him by giving your attention to Yeontan on your lap but Tae just shot you a dark look.

“I don’t think I can do it, Tae. I really thought Yoongi was... it and it still blew up right into my face. If things go to hell again... I don’t think I’d make it. I mean okay, maybe there’s the possibility that he’s going to be happy, but he could also get really mad. I could lose my job over this, do you really think BangPD is going to be happy about a damn baby during comeback season? I actually keep on trying to figure out a plan for how to do all of this and I think...”

You took a deep breath.

“I think I’m going to ask PDnim to release me from my contract.”

Taehyung flinched.

“What?”

“I have no real family here in Seoul and I’m going to need all the help I can get once peanut is here. And I think my mom would be really happy about having her grandchild close, I don’t know...”

You looked up to meet your best friend’s gaze and swallowed.

Congratulations (Y/N), you had fucked this up, too.

“And what have I been doing all this time? What has Jin Hyung been doing? Is that just nothing to you? Or is our help not enough? You have never been close with your family, do you think a baby is just going to suddenly change that? Ever since you and hyung broke up I’ve been doing nothing but trying to help you get back on your feet but now I’m slowly starting to think you don’t even want to. You know what? I’m done with this, I can’t keep on watching you beat yourself up and keep yourself from being happy again. Don’t talk to me until you told Yoongi.”

He stood up, took Yeontan from your lap and left the Café in a hurry.

You had never experienced Taehyung angry and god you hated it. Great, you had officially ruined your life completely on your own. And the worst thing was that Tae was sturdy in his anger, he didn’t answer any of your calls or texts during the next few days and for some reason Jin, too, had made himself sparse. So when Seokjin finally texted you the following Friday, asking you to come by the dorms for dinner, you were way too relieved to suspect anything.

Imagine your surprise when you entered the spacious apartment with a bottle of wine in your hands (just for Jin of course), expecting to see just Jin and maybe Hobi, but actually being confronted with the sight of Jin, Taehyung and… Yoongi. Your stomach twisted in fear and out of reflex you placed a hand on you still relatively flat belly.

“What’s… going on?” you asked a bit densely, knowing exactly what was happening. Jin shot Tae an almost guilty look and directed his gaze to the floor. When Tae refused to speak up he decided to do so after all, probably remembering that Yoongi was about as speechless as you right now.

“All of us, even the ones who don’t… know, are convinced that you two really need to talk. And since you’re both cowards and had no intentions of managing that yourselves we thought we would help you out a little bit.”

“You know that once we’re done here I’m going to kill you both, right?” you hissed, but Jin and Tae just smiled sheepishly.

“We’re sorry, (Y/N), but this was necessary.” They both turned to go, but not before snatching the bottle of wine out of your hands.

“There’s blueberries in the fridge!” were the last words they said, and then Yoongi and you were alone. An awkward silence ensued until your former Fiancé cleared his throat.

“You know, they do have a point. We really have to talk.”

You felt the fear already creeping up on you, but when your frightened eyes met his uncertain yet still calm ones you relaxed slightly.

Without further words you followed him into the kitchen, which was apparently was going to serve as the stage for your tragedy. You sat down, just to be sure, and watched Yoongi get the aforementioned blueberries from the fridge. He placed them in front of you and the act alone made you want to sob. Yoongi loved to have pancakes for breakfast on Sunday mornings, and you loved them even more if there were blueberries included.

“I honestly don’t know where to start, but I feel like it should be me talking first. Well, less talking and more apologising, _shit _I have no idea how to do this.”

You sent him a small smile that hopefully looked encouraging and hoped that he would actually continue talking. Him making the first steps was the only thing that was currently keeping you from running away, every single fibre in your body was already protesting against being in the same room as him.

“We were so fucking great together until suddenly we weren’t, and we kept on thinking that we had hit the wall of a one-way-street, but what if it was actually just the corner of an alley? I keep on thinking that maybe we could still fix things if we’d just change our perspective and go around that corner and the more I do I’m convinced that we can work this out… we can work on this, (Y/N). I still love you, so much, and if I look at everything that’s been going on these past weeks I can’t help but hope, think, that you still love me, too. Why do we have to complicate everything? We’re still us, we still love each other. That used to be enough. What changed?”

During his little rant Yoongi had spiralled into a monologue and you couldn’t help but stare at him in wonder for the glimpse of a second. For someone who always claimed not to have a way with words except for when it came to lyrics he really did. And you hated the fact that you were about to kill off all the hope he had managed to keep inside of him ever since your breakup.

“I did.” You almost whispered.

“What?”

“I changed. I wish I could just agree with you on everything, believe me, I do, but things aren’t as easy anymore. We can’t just decide to work on things and then let things get back to the way they way before, I don’t want that for either of us. And it’s not just about us anymore, Yoongs, we have to-“

“Then who is it about?!” Yoongi interrupted you with a slightly raised voice and you flinched in surprise. You had never seen passion like this on him outside of music.

“Since when is our relationship anyone’s business but ours?”

His logic starkly contrasted with all your frantic attempts at trying to talk your hopes down and for a moment you were efficiently shut up. This was probably your last chance at fixing things and coming clean, and with Taehyung’s angry face in mind you took a deep breath.

“In fact, it is someone else’s business. If you’re really serious about wanting to try this… us… again it really needs to work. Because it’s not just me I have to think of anymore” He furrowed his brows in irritation and you sensed that he was about to speak up again, so you decided to finally go for it.

“Yoongi, I’m pregnant.”

You had expected many reactions, but certainly not this one. Instead of lashing out, or even worse, leaving, Yoongi stumbled back a few steps and slowly sank into the kitchen chair across from you.

He looked worryingly pale all of a sudden and for a moment you thought he was going to pass out.

“I don’t… understand… a baby?” He whispered and finally looked up to lock his eyes with yours. His widened eyes made his recently so stress-ridden face clear up like the sky after a long rain and your heart clenched. Unable to give a coherent answer you just nodded.

“Whose is it?” he asked and hadn’t you been so caught up in the moment you would have probably rolled your eyes.

“It’s yours, of course, do you really think I could even look at someone that isn’t you that way?”

His eyes grew impossibly wider.

“So the night we broke up…”

“Yup. Apparently breakup sex really does the do, they should tell that to couples that are _actually _trying for a child.”

“Oh god (Y/N), and you’ve been dealing with this alone for more than three months?”

“I wasn’t really alone.” You tried to protest but Yoongi shut you up with a look.

“You know what I mean. And I know that you might think that this will complicate everything, but to me it just makes things so much more clear. I still want you so bad, and I want this. I need this, us, back, you have no idea how lost I was without you to ground me during the past months. I won’t let things get back to the way they were before, I promise (Y/N).” He got up from his chair to kneel in front of yours, sending you a pleading look. “I’ll work less, you can go into motherhood protection or whatever it’s called a bit earlier, we’ll figure something out. I just need you back by my side.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you looked at him sadly.

“But what if we get in the way of ourselves again? What if everything just goes to hell again?”

He took your hand and pressed a kiss to its knuckles.

“You just have to trust me that it won’t, and have some faith in yourself again. You know damn well how to keep me in check when I’m acting up, and besides all that, holy shit I’m going to be a dad.” He laughed a breathless gummy smile that awfully resembled the one he had shown you after you had said yes to his proposal. You allowed yourself to thread your fingers through his silky hair and studied his expression for a moment. Then you took a shaky breath.

“Alright. But one wrong move, one fight, and peanut and I are gone.”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he tackled you into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He was crying, and suddenly, so were you.

“Your nickname for our baby is peanut?”

He asked after breaking away.

You nodded with a shy smile.

“The doctor didn’t really have a chance to see whether it’s a he or she yet so I thought for the moment it was still fitting.”

He nodded a bit dreamily, slowly wiping at his eyes.

“But hey, Yoongi?”

He looked up and your eyes met.

“We need to take this slow, okay?”

He smiled.

“Okay.”

 “Are you at some point this evening going to tell us what’s going on?” Hoseok grumbled, frustrated by the secretive looks Tae and Jin had been throwing you and each other all night. You just shrugged with a grin and leaned back against Yoongi, who was having a very deep conversation about steaks with his brother. While talking he casually slung an arm around you middle and placed his hand on your belly, the table hiding his gesture. Smiling in content your gaze wandered from the gleaming silver ring on his left hand through the spacious living room of your apartment. Taking things slow, per yours and Yoongi’s definition, apparently was eloping a month after getting back together and then buying a new flat together. You had expected yourself to be more anxious about how quickly things were changing, and maybe you should be, but somehow things had fallen right into place. You had both stopped blaming each other for your jobs, you now had an at-least-one-date-a-week rule and all in all the happiness to have each other back overshadowed your old problems by far. Yoongi had gotten his own mini studio in the apartment, stuffed with musical equipment you didn’t even know the use of, and finally he was starting to spend more time there than at his studio in the bighit building. You both knew that he couldn’t just stop working, and that had never been what you had wanted anyway, so for now it seemed like the perfect compromise. Of course your job wasn’t exactly un-stressful either, but for now you were allowed to take it easy- doctor’s orders. No stress for peanut, who was now mostly referred to as baby Min. He or she, you still didn’t know, was going to have a beautiful, spacious room in the new apartment, and to maybe, one day expand your family there was even two more rooms there- one of which you had insisted was going to be a guest room to which Yoongi had just grinned (great).

And tonight was finally going to be night you were going to enlighten everyone on what had happened between you during the past months. You were almost five months pregnant now and even though there was certainly a belly now, it was still relatively easy to hide. For now, the official excuse for inviting everyone, including his family from Daegu, was a housewarming party slash casual belated wedding reception- you both were low maintenance like that.

Pressing a kiss to your now husband’s cheek you decided to get up and join Mama Min and Namjoon in the kitchen (despite his clumsiness he actually wasn’t too bad of a cook and Yoongi’s mother had recruited him to help her). They both smiled at you upon your arrival and made some room around the kitchen island for you to join.

“There she is, my beautiful daughter in law. Even though I can’t believe you didn’t even have a real wedding. And I wasn’t invited!” she squinted at you and continued to chop paprika. You chuckled at her bluntness, being used to it from her son, and shrugged.

“I wish we could have had you all there Mrs. Min, but it was actually still very beautiful.”

Namjoon looked up from whatever he had been doing and looked almost happier about your wedding than yourself. Him and Hoseok had been there as Yoongi’s best man and eyewitness, yours had been Taehyung and a close friend of yours. The only guests had been the rest of the boys and one of your cousins who had been visiting at the time, your dress had been a vintage short dress from the sixties you had found online. The wedding had been intimate, personal and uncomplicated- exactly what the two of you had needed.

Mrs. Min looked at you in a playful scolding manner and then sighed.

“At least there are photos.”

Indeed there were, Jungkook had done an incredible job at captioning the exact right moments. Your favourite picture was now pinned to you guy’s fridge, a black and white picture of the moment you and Yoongi had excited the administration office. There actually hadn’t really been a grand exit, just a moment of stopping in your tracks and admiring the rings on your fingers. The resulting pictures were stunning.

But in a way, both you and Yoongi had felt like it was time to let your close friends and family join you in your little bubble as well if there was no popping it. After dinner had been served and everyone was talking again you exchanged glances and nodded. Yoongi got up to get a small envelope from the kitchen, then he clinked his fork against his wine glass. Unusual but effective, since everyone’s undivided attention was now on him.

He cleared his throat.

“Don’t worry, we’re not doing long wedding speeches today, even though I feel like Jimin would have loved to hold one.”

Everyone laughed, including Jimin who chuckled out an offended ‘hey!’.

“I just figured that at some point we have to tell you guys what happened. It actually isn’t that difficult either, (Y/N) and I were idiots and broke up for three months, but thankfully there was a little blessing in disguise that helped us realise that we really belonged back together. And we also have somehow apologise to you, Mom and Dad, for not telling you anything about spontaneously getting married. So we figured we’d get you something and…” he looked at you and for a moment you were both insanely nervous.

“Uhm, we really hope you’re happy about it.” You spoke up and sent a smile into their direction.

Yoongi handed them the envelope and then there was a short, expectant silence.

Until his mother started laughing and sobbing at the same time and his dad just kind of sat there with a warm smile. Apparently unable to speak she got up and first embraced Yoongi and then you in a tight hug.

“Oh (Y/N) I’m so happy for you both! And thank you, thank you for giving yourselves another chance. You really do belong together.”

Her words made your already due to hormones weak resolve crumble and then you were tearing up, too, and Yoongi, too and for a moment it all felt like a scene from one of those sappy romcoms you and Yoongi liked to boycott by continuously mocking them. During that moment you also forgot that everyone except now your in-laws and Tae and Jin still had no idea of what had been in the envelope.

“Dad, do you think you could show everyone else the picture?”

His dad grinned.

“Happily so.”

He turned your most recent ultrasound picture around and held it up for everyone to see.

Chaos ensued, and among the shocked and smiling faces your gaze met Yoongi’s.

Maybe this hadn’t been at all how you had expected your life to go, but somehow it had turned out the one thing you hadn’t expected it to: better.

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BTS ASSEMBLE

The world needs superheroes, without them who would stop all the murders, rapists, thieves, alien invasions, crazy scientists? That’s where your group, Bangtan, comes into play.

BTS x Reader

Superhero AU

WARNINGS: Violence, blood, swearing, death.

Bangtan Sonyeondan. The world’s mightiest heroes. A group formed by the Korean government agency B.I.G.H.I.T, run by a man that goes by bang-PD. Each member has their abilities from natural-born powers, genes being modified, years of training, or just simply having millions of dollars.

Each superhero in the Bangtan goes by a code name to keep their identities a secret, from simple names to philosophical names with meaning behind them.

One example is the youngest member of Bangtan, Jeon Jungkook. Code-name: Spider-Man. After a bite from a radioactive spider, Jeon Jungkook gains abilities like no other. While living in the big city of Queens, New York, Jungkook uses his newfound powers to save the lives of many civilians. Super strength, Super healing, Super agility and speed, web-slinging, scaling walls, spidey-sense, and a sense of humor.

That’s not the only member, however. Let’s meet the rest, shall we?

Multi-billionaire, playboy, genius, what more can you say about a man that has almost everything and anything he could want…. Well he’s a bit of an asshole or also known as Mr. Min Yoongi. Code-name: Iron-Man. After being kidnapped and ending up with pieces of shrapnel near his heart, he built a device to not only keep the shrapnel away but also has enough energy to power a super-powered suit that he built himself. Super strength, the ability to fly, durability, and a number of weapons.

Anger, that’s one of the main things that come to mind when you think of a giant green monster with super strength who could destroy a car with just a flick of his finger. Jung Hoseok. Code-name: Hulk. After an explosion of a gamma bomb going off and getting a heavy amount of radiation, Jung Hoseok genes inadvertently inserted a series of “epigenetic switches” that turned certain genes on and off, turning him into the big green monster known as the Hulk. Superhuman strength, self-sustenance, prolonged longevity, superhuman speed, superhuman stamina, superhuman durability, and regenerative healing factor.

Frozen in ice for more than 50 years, after sacrificing himself for the sake of his country. Kim Namjoon. Code-name: Captain America. Getting a super-soldier formula and letting his body metabolize it, made him into an overpowered super soldier that allowed him to serve his country while they were at war with Germany in 1942, however, to save the country from a nuclear bomb. He sacrificed himself by flying into the arctic with the bomb. Ultimately getting frozen, only to wake up years later, enhanced agility, strength, speed, endurance, and reaction time superior to any Olympic athlete who ever competed. 

Master in the covert arts of espionage, infiltration & subterfuge. Park Jimin. Code-name: Black widow. An orphan raised to be a seductive super spy and an expert martial artist. After teaming up with another orphan named Hawkeye, he became one of B.I.G.H.I.T.’s most deadly assassins and a member of the Avengers. Even without superpowers, he is able to keep up with the others. Expert martial artist, with exceptional agility, athletic ability, and advanced weaponry including custom stun batons and bracelets capable of stunning enemies with electrical discharges.

Earth’s Mightiest Marksman, a devil-may-care attitude and mastery over one of civilization’s oldest weapons as the Avengers’ ace archer. Kim Taehyung. Code-name: Hawkeye. Orphaned at an early age, Taehyung escaped and ran away to join the circus. The youth fell under the sway of villains unknowingly and was trained to be an expert with a bow and arrow. However, after finding out the truth and being beaten, he searched for a higher purpose. 

Taehyung witnessed Iron Man in action and he decided he would join the side of justice. After joining forces with black widow, he became B.I.G.H.I.T. 's best marksman and at the very peak of human conditioning, an exceptional fencer, acrobat, and marksman.

The final member and most likely the most powerful of the group, born from gods with the ability to control thunder and wielding the mythical hammer, Mjolnir. Kim Seokjin. Code-name: Thor, son of Odin the Norse god of War and Death. Seokjin lived a lavish life in the palace of Asgard, until he was cast out to learn how to be worthy of wielding Mjolnir. After saving the lives of many, Seokjin regained his power and chose to live on earth. Only to be found by B.I.G.H.I.T. and recruited to be in Bangtan. Godlike strength, invulnerability, superhuman speed, superhuman stamina, superhuman senses, and regenerative healing factor.

All seven makeup Bangtan. 

While still being new to work alongside each other and disagreeing (a lot). They were able to work together to stop an alien invasion from destroying New York and the world.

However, they were not prepared for what was to come.

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Sounds of heavy breathing and hurried footsteps of a young man came clamping down the white pristine hall that was the base of operations for the agency of B.I.G.H.I.T.

 “MR. BANG-PD! SIR!” The young man yelled running into the main room that held the avengers and the head of B.I.G.H.I.T. all looked up at the entrance where the young man came rushing into, without seeming to realize there was currently a meeting going on.

“Soobin! What is the meaning of this? Can’t you see there is a private matter going on?” The man seems to Bang-PD.

“I-I’m sorry sir! b-but this was an urgent matter that I was told to bring to your attention  immediately.” The young gentleman stumbled out.

“Well, what was so important that it couldn’t wait?” The older man seemed to start losing his patience. 

“We found her, sir.”

“Where?”

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Life was good for you when you were young, loving parents, friends, and everything you could ask for….until you turned 18, that’s when everything went to shit.

You didn’t understand at the time what you were but you were a mutant with extraordinary power, but it  came with a price. It started when you got into an argument with one of your friends over something trivial  and all you can remember is the anger and overwhelming frustration you felt. The next thing you know your friend is up in the air, floating, gasping to breathe. Screaming out her name as though something would happen if you did. However, it didn’t, the next thing you know her neck twists at a terrifying angle, broken.

 The first thing that came to mind was a rampant mutant killed her, looking around where the mutant was, you stopped, seeing everyone in the surrounding area staring at you in shock and fear, you felt terror at the pit of your stomach. You killed her, you ended her life. 

You were the mutant.

You ran, running away from the shock, from the truth of what you did

What a horrible choice you made.

 Running towards your home rushing inside and running past your parents up the stairs and in your bedroom, locking the door you paced the room, ignoring the shouts of your worried mother asking if you were okay. Grabbing your head in stress from what just happened, looking up into the mirror only to scream in shock. Your eyes, they weren’t their usual color. No, they were now pinkish-red. Shocked you didn’t hear the sound of your parents knocking on your door until you felt your father's hand touch your shoulder. How couldn't you realize how terrible of a decision you made to come home.

“Y/N are you alright?” your father asked, the sound of car tires screeching and yells coming from outside distracted your father. He walked towards the window and as the doorbell chimed downstairs, your father glanced out the glass, only to immediately back up and yell for your mother not to open the door, it was too late.

The men came barging in, your mother raced up the stairs only to get tackled in the corridor. Your father was blinded by rage rushed towards the men only to get forced onto the ground as well. Overwhelmed with shock, the men in armor grabbed a hold of you, the feeling of handcuffs being forced upon your hand. You looked up to see your father yelling and fighting for you to be let go, saying you haven’t done anything wrong, your mother cried as she watched. A man came from behind your father and took out a nightstick, you watched as the stick lit up with a blue pulse and lowered towards your father’s neck. Letting out a yelp of pain, he was forced back onto the ground, only for a second later to try and get back up. He was shocked again and again. Time seemed to slow down everything was overwhelming as you watched your mother crying in hysteria, father being shocked over and over. All from the death of your friend that you caused. That is when you felt it again something inside of you.

That anger, the frustration everything went black

Waking up disoriented and confused, you sat up only to look back down from the feeling of something rough pushing up against your skin, dirt and chunks of wood scattered around you. Glancing up and around, you stared in fright. Your house and many others were gone, only debris and smoke left in its wake. But that’s not what caused you to start trembling.

The skeletons

The remains of what seemed to be maybe 20 lay in the mess standing up you stumbled towards a pile that was scattered close to each other. Looking down you examined the corpses closely, you don’t know what you really expected to see but this sent a pit into your stomach. They're lying in the mass, two skeletons each with a wedding band, holding hands.

You killed your parents.

Killed them.

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“Our main objective is to bring her to B.I.G.H.I.T. and interrogate her, take all necessary precautions to secure her with minimal damage to the surrounding area.”

“Namjoon-Hyung, We can’t just be like “Hey we are here to take you to a random place against your will, so come peacefully, okay?” 

Namjoon looked at Jungkook and scowled  “now is not the time to make jokes! We have a serious situation on our hands, and we don’t know how aggressive she is. She could easily take us all down if we don't take her seriously on the task on hand.” Standing off to the side in the aircraft stood the man with an annoyed look on his face, Min Yoongi. “Yoongi, calm down. We are concentrating, Jungkook now is not the time to crack fucking jokes.” Sitting in the passenger seat of the craft sat a man in Asgardian Steel, Kim Seokjin or otherwise known as Thor.

“Sorry Hyung, just trying to lighten the mood.” The young man in the Blue and red jumpsuit replied. 

Turning on the autopilot and  standing up to address the team, the war Veteran who was also the leader of the group, Kim Namjoon. “Taehyung, I want you to look out on top of the building on the corner of Jongno-gu. Jungkook, Jin, I want you two in the back alleys, if I’ve studied enough about her she will try and escape through them. Yoongi, you and I need to be on the streets. Hoseok and Jimin I need you both to stay here and be ready to jump in if things get out of control. Everyone understand?” All nodding in agreement the five of the seven moved toward the back of the ship as the door opened lowering closer towards the ground. 

“Bangtan assemble.” 

With those final words of encouragement, they jumped.

Part 1

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-Panda

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The Tables Have Turned - Chapter 5

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Your eyes flickered open, adjusting to the sight of the pouring rain from the window. Sleep was something you craved for more than anything else these days. Ever since you started working three weeks ago you haven’t been able to rest. They were supposed to give you a day off last week but someone called in sick last minute so technically, this was your first day off work. Earlier in the morning you got up to make Jin breakfast. He was going to be out earlier than usual today to perform at the Music Bank. You went back to sleep right after.

Today’s agenda was visiting Si Ah at the Bangs’ residence and coming home to clean, do Jin’s laundry and watch them on television. Curling yourself in a blanket, the idea of cancelling all these plans kept ringing in your ear, as if there was a devil by your shoulder, tempting you to see them live like you always did.

“Ani. He made it clear he didn’t want me in there” you shook your head, fairly convinced to stand on your ground.

You know your place now, Y/N.

Jin’s POV

Three more hours til the performance, we were all getting ready in the dressing room--make up done, hair done. Our final attires were better off worn an hour before the actual event. The stylists had learned their lesson when they dressed us up two hours early only to have all of Namjoon’s buttons disappearing and Jungkook’s pants tainted with foundation. They weren’t having that again.

I kept checking my phone to see if Y/N called or left a message. She usually comes by around this time. 

“Bangtan Sonyeondan, you’re up next. Please stand by thank you.” announced one of the PD-nims. It’s time.

She must be seated with the audience 

Seokjin thought. 

He was convinced you were somewhere in the building. After all, they were performing live.

The stage lights shone too bright, it made it hard for him to scan the audience but he did his best to do so. You weren’t there either.

She’s probably backstage preparing water inside the dressing room.

Like an idiot, he kept denying the simple fact that you might not have come at all.

Right when they got off stage, his strides as he walked back to the dressing room paced faster, determined to see you--only to be disappointed. Instead of you, it was one of the noonas tapping on his sweat.

Namjoon seemed to have noticed Jin’s affect. Without words, he knew what his hyung was thinking.

“She’s probably working hyung. It’s a weekday after all” 

Namjoon was right. I keep forgetting she works now. On our way out, I felt someone’s arm grab mine.

“Irene” 

“Hyung. We’re leaving” I turned to Yoongi who was frowning subtly at the sight of her.

“I’ll be there in five minutes” I said, following Irene to an empty room.

I closed the door behind us before turning to face her. The way her eyes controlled me like a puppet--helpless and  captivated. Inhaling her every scent as her fingers tried to unbutton my shirt. She had my permission. I was hers.

“Bogoshipda”

I heard your voice.

Y/N’s POV

The sense of fulfillment satisfied me like a good meal today. I got to see my little Si Ah, not just her but the rest of the Bangs. We had a wonderful meal for lunch and carefree conversations. I also finished cleaning and Jin’s clothes were already folded, nicely arranged in his closet. Five minutes before the show, I plastered myself comfortably on the couch, waiting patiently for BTS’ performance. By the time they performed on stage, you only focused on Jin. You appreciated each of them really. It’s just that you missed him. So much. This sight of him was only possible through television now--you were growing apart from each other day by day. Not that he was attached to you in the first place.

The show ended and it was time to cook dinner. Jin was usually home around 6:00 pm on less busy days. It was only fifteen minutes til five, that gave you enough time to make something before he gets here.

I wonder what he wants to eat 

You rummaged through the freezer, choosing which meat to cook then you remember the marinated steak in the fridge you seasoned last night.

He deserves this after that performance, you smiled softly as you started to prepare the kitchen.

Jin’s POV

My hand rummaged its way into my pocket trying to find my house keys. As I opened the door, the distinct smell of meat traveled through my nose.

For the longest time, your eyes met with another pair that peeped through the kitchen, checking to see who just came in.

It was hard to know which one of you was more surprised to see the other.

“Y-you’re home early” she stuttered, walking back into the kitchen

“Ne.” you answered abruptly.

“Did you get off work early today?” It was something you itched to ask wondering why she was home early too.

“It’s my day off today” 

Involuntarily, your head turned to her direction not quite expecting that sort of answer. 

If she had the day off this whole time....why didn’t she come to the live show?

You watched as she tasted the flavor off what she was cooking, loosing your mind deep inside. Trying to find reasons--no, trying to find excuses about the mess you were feeling when you knew it was her choice not to come.

I left the kitchen without saying a word, trying to contemplate on myself lately. There was no need to feel bothered, you thought to yourself. A frown started to form on your face, thinking deeply about the way you have been acting. This wasn’t you. She didn’t mean anything like that to you. She didn’t. Why are you letting her actions affect how you feel? It wasn’t supposed to change anything. There was no reason to.

The silent debate with myself ended when my phone rang.

“Yeoboseyo?”

“Come see me. I need you”

Y/N’s POV

Dinner was far from ready, I wasn’t expecting him to come early. If I had known I would’ve made it a bit earlier. The side dishes were halfway through, but the rice and the steak itself haven’t been touched. Sweat stared forming on my forehead from the heat of the stove. I wiped it with the back of my hand, releasing a semi-stressed sigh.

Hearing the door creak open, I turned to see Jin in new clothes.

“I left something in the studio. I’ll be back”

You didn’t question his reason. In fact, you were relieved not having the need to rush anymore. Him driving to the studio and coming back home gave you enough time to prepare everything.

It’s been an hour and a half but Jin had not come back yet. You kept looking at the clock nervously, having a terrible feeling about tonight. Though you didn’t want to call him because he didn’t like that, you ended up dialing his number but to no avail.

Still, you waited.

He knew you were cooking for him. He said he would come back. He wasn’t going to make me wait again, was he?

The moment the clock stroke 9:00 pm, you knew it wasn’t the studio he was heading to. 

Still, you waited. 

Hours later, you awoke to the sound of the front door being shut. Unlike how your eyes normally adjusted to the light, it immediately focused on Jin walking towards the kitchen.

01:19 am

You watched as he drank water from the glass he took out the dishwasher. 

“Oh. You’re up” was the only thing he said.

“I guess you had dinner already?” an unnecessary thing to ask, really. 

He paused, faced back. Putting the glass gently on the sink.

“The boys wanted to have barbecue together.”

You stood there as he walked past by you, smelling the mix of alcohol and perfume that wasn’t his.

There was nothing left to do but toss everything into the trash.

Shutting the door from behind, you felt warm tears making its way down your cheek. After all that has happened, you still chose to believe in him. After all the nights wasted hoping things were going to be different. After all the countless times you suffocated with the scent of Irene on him. After all this time--still, you waited.

Things never change. Things will never change.

After all, he still was a terrible liar.

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Okay, here’s the first three pages of that namjoon fic I was talking about. I have more but I wanted to give a little(big I guess I should say) peek at what I have so far. It would be very helpful if I could get a little bit of feedback on this guys. I’m really liking this so far, it’s taken up my writing, so any help would be appreciated. Thanks!!

Kim Namjoon—also known by his stage name, RM—was in a rut. The music, which usually poured out of him, was nowhere to be found. He had lost his inspiration. It seemed like nothing he wrote was good anymore. Who in their right mind rhymes ___ with ___? He wasn’t an amatuer anymore, so why was he writing like it? Hell, the first lyrics he ever wrote was better than this—this shit. That’s what it was, it was shit. It was complete and utter shit and everyone he knew was  going to laugh at him. The producers, Bang PD-nim, the other members, and the fans. Especially the fans if they ever heard this.

What was wrong with him? He wasn’t usually  bad, usually he could write a song in no time. But lately, he couldn’t even get a proper beat going. It was like he was dried up. The music had… died. They were getting ready for the comeback next month and he still had two songs to send in. And he had a half of a song, if you could even call it that. Even then, he’d probably end up scrapping what he had and just start over.

It was times like this that was the hardest. Everything came crashing down on him, his shoulders. They were more popular then they had ever been. The world was watching, waiting for something amazing. Or for them to fail, depending on who you spoke to. At this rate they’d crash and burn before they could even begin to enjoy this new found fame. And it would be all his fault. All because he couldn’t produce a song. He’d hate himself even more than he already did if that happened. Sure his members probably wouldn’t blame him. They’d tease him endlessly, yeah, but blame him? They were too kind(? Right word?) for that.

Why do I even bother? He questioned himself. Nothing’s coming out, I might as well take a break. He thought as he sighed and saved his progress—just in case—and closed out of the music program he was on. He let his head fall back as he  groaned in frustration. Sighing again he ran his hands down his face before lacing his fingers behind his head.

He couldn’t live with himself if he was the cause of the end of their career. For most of them this band  was their only shot at something great. Some of them wouldn’t have another chance like this.  He couldn’t take that away from them. He started this band, he couldn’t be the one to cause it’s downfall too.

Sighing one last time he stood up out of his chair. His joints creaking as he went from  a sitting position to a standing one. His bottom was slightly sore, due to him having been sitting at the computer for quite a few hours now. He stretched his arms above his head and arched his back. The stretch felt so good. He had been sitting for so long that his whole body had become stiff.

When he was done stretching all of his long limbs he searched his computer desk for all of his trash and began to pick up his mess.

He threw the last piece of trash into the garbage can and plucked up his bag from it’s spot on the couch where he had chucked it upon entering the studio. The man walked out the door and shut it.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed quietly when he couldn’t find his keys after already getting the door closed. “Of course I left them in the fucking studio.” He sighed and proceeded to open the door and search for his keys, accidently knocking down and breaking a couple of his figurines that sat on the shelves on the wall behind the couch. “Shit” He groaned in frustration, hanging his head. He had hoped he could at least get through this without breaking something, but he was the “god of destruction” as the fans liked to call him after all.

After ten minutes of searching he lets out a small squeal of victory when he finds them in between the cushions of the couch. He clutches the keys tightly in one hand and adjusts his bag on his shoulder and once again makes his way out the door, this time successfully locking the door. Searching through his bag, he comes across the  pair of sunglasses he had bought last week while they were on vacation. He puts the sunglasses on before rummaging through his bag again for a hat. The man curses another time when he can’t find what he’s looking for.

Can I do anything right? He questions himself with yet another sigh. The man kneels on the floor, dumping out the contents of his bag in search. Fumbling with the items on the floor  for a few minutes—taking great care in putting each item back in the bag carefully—he finally finds the hat he was looking for in the bottom of the pile. He sighs yet again—he’s been doing an awful lot of that today—before placing the item on his head and places the bag back on his shoulder.

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That’s all I have so far. 

[the-sevensins]

Starry Eyed; Chapter 1/Min Yoongi

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N is progressing through her final year of college. As part of her final grade and work placement grade her college offer a paid internship at a record label of their choice. When Y/N works here shes met with the harsh world of the music industry, hate, friendship, money and love. What will fate plan out for our starry eyed student?

Hey guys! This story has no exact number of chapters in mind. I know how this will end up to be but as of right now it’s just going with the flow. Requests are open. 

Warning(s): Angst, Fluff, Cursing                                                                       

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader                                                              

Type of AU: College!Reader, Producer/Artist!Yoongi

Word Count: Approx. 2758

MASTERLIST

Just for reference the song that Y/N performed is Navajo by Masego and the song that Nari sang was Erykah Badu’s remix of Hotline Bling Cell U Lar Device

Was it possible for someone’s eyes to look so bright at the sound of music? Their eyes shining as they looked as music software through the harsh lights of the monitor. It was as if she was part of the computer, her eyes trained over every single pixel of the screen, following the music play along, making touches here and there. This was her dream, she was almost there, all most at her peak.

Her professor watched her intently as her head moved slightly to the beat of the music. Every flick of a switch or push of a button had the crowd of student gushing with talk. The change of the beat, the spin of the turntable it was all noted. Her gentle voice boomed through the speakers. She felt alive. This live performance wasn’t anything any of the music professors had seen. Usually, for live exams, students would pre-record a song and create a new mix using it to be careful not to mess it up but Y/N? She was brave. Just minuted beforehand, as she was setting up her station with the help of Hansol she carefully but confidently spoke into the mic and said: “I haven’t pre-recorded anything, I’m making my song from scratch.” She shot a small, sweet smile towards the panellists and professors whose mouths had been left hanging open. The students in the crowd looked at her warily but had a quiet chatter among them.

A group of her friends, stood quietly a few feet away from her, watching her with proud eyes. They were certain she’d get this internship and if she didn’t get it they’d always pull a few strings and give her one at their own company. They eyed the three panellists that were from the company of the internship. Wearing black from head to toe, one was wearing glasses, the other two had hats to cover their eyes, they all wore face masks to conceal their identity. It was obvious who they were to Y/N and her friends. Having been friends with a group of idols and not knowing who their friends were, was a bit idiotic to them.

She could feel their gazes burning into her face, watching her every move. Her heart thumped along with the music but she had told her self to remain calm, to stay confident and she would get this. A smile had graced her face as the crowd began to yell words of encouragement and one student in particular who had started dancing. She almost threw her head back in laughter as more students began to dance along as she continued singing. Looking over at the culprit her best friend shot her a thumbs up and continued to dance.

‘Everything is going fine’ she thought to herself.  By the time the song was nearing to an end and the beat had begun to slow down, the whole crowd erupted in cheers, except for the other students who were partaking in the exam looked at her in bitterness and defeat. A triumphant look took over her face as she bowed and thanked the professors and panellists. Her friend

Nari pushed through the crown and fell into Minghao’s arms almost embarrassingly causing Y/N and Hansol to erupt in laughter.

“Dude, stop, it’s not funny! You too Hansol,” she whined as she punched both their arms and bowed towards the other boy whose ears had turned a bright pink.

“You did so well Y/N! You didn’t even tell me you were going to do it from complete scratch.” She pulled her friend into a tight hug and continued to babble on.

“I did you probably zoned out and started thinking about Ming-.” Y/N groaned once the initial sting of earning a slap to the mouth began.

“You better shut the fuck up, or I swear to god.” Y/N laughed as she began to gather her equipment from the tables and made her way to the seats, Nari hot on her tail. Their conversation went on for a couple more minutes before the head of the music department of Seoul National University tapped the mic to command silence. Y/N received a pat on the shoulder from Seungcheol.

“This is it Y/N, I know it’s you.” She shot him a grateful smile and played with the frayed ends of her jeans.

“Can I have your attention, please? Thank you. Firstly I would just like to thank everyone that has joined us today. Whether you part of the music department or not we really do appreciate your efforts of being here and supporting us. Every year for 5 days our fourth year’s and master student’s we hold live exams which are broadcasted on our website and on our YouTube Channel. This week we’ve had 150 students take place in this exam and the student or students that get the highest points are offered a paid internship at a given music company. The companies that have decided to work with us are SM Entertainment, Pledis Entertainment, YG Entertainment, JYP Entertainment and BigHit Entertain-,” a loud gasp interrupted the professor and the whole crowd began to talk. Y/N fidgeted nervously and impatiently waiting for him to continue talking.

“Alright. Alright. Throughout these 5 days, major producers and artist from these companies have come to visit the live exams and they will help to give our judgement and pick our final 10. I would like to give a warm welcome to today’s panellists; BigHit’s PDogg, Supreme Boi, Slow Rabbit and Bang PD.” Everyone stood up, cheered and clapped as the professor introduced them. They bowed and greeted us for a short moment before the speech continued.

“I would also like to give a very big welcome to BigHit’s RM, Suga and J-Hope who had taken time out of their very busy schedules to come here.” The crowd erupted once again but even louder as the three boys removed their accessories and bowed towards us. Towards the back a girl fainted causing a few people to start smirking and giggling, Y/N and Nari included.

“Settle down, please. Thank you. I’d like to thank the BigHit producers, artists and staff members for being here. I know that your timetable must be hectic, it really is an honour. Now that we’ve got all of the good news out, let’s get to the bad news. If you don’t already know only 10 students will be selected for this program. Two students from each day. It will be a tough decision, every single student’s hard work has been and will be taken into consideration. So for that, we’d like to hold those thirty who had performed today for an extra thirty to forty-five minutes.”

“I swear to God, I might just pass out like that girl if we get to meet them,” Nari said, fanning her face earning a low whine from Hansol.

“You never acted like that when you met us.” He pouted when she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah because it’s you guys, why would a freakout.”

“Hansol, don’t worry. She hid in her room for the whole day before she met you guys. She was freaking out. 'Y/N my hair! Y/N make-up isn’t that nice! Do you think Minghao lik-.” Y/N groaned for the fourth time that day, holding her mouth again for the second time.

“Keep fucking talking I dare you.” Nari glared at her causing Hansol and Seungcheol to snicker.

“You know it’s out of love.” Y/N shot her elder a sweet smile, causing Nari to sigh in defeat.

“The final ten should be picked by next Monday. Do keep believing in yourself. Every single one of you is talented. I wish I was like you guys when I was in college. Anyway, enjoy the day! Study hard!” We all clapped for the professor as he walked off the podium and watched as the other years and other teachers piled out of the doors taking a few glances at the panellists.

“I’m going to go say hi to Namjoon, it’s been awhile,” Mingyu said, brushing his pants as he strolled down the stairs. The other’s followed shortly after him.

“Being friends with other idols must be freaking amazing.” Nari sighed as her trained over the thirteen boys that each did a man hug with the three Bangtan boys.

“Yeah, maybe. It must be kinda stressful because they’re all racing for the top but their all friends. I don’t know about you but I’d never talk to you again if it meant being number one.” Y/N giggled with Nari as they watch Joshua trip over a cable.

“Hey,” Nari took her hand and squeezed it slightly. “The both of us are at a race to the top and we’re still the best of friends. If they can do it so can we.” She laid her head on Y/N’s shoulder, the both of them watching intently with the other students.

“Hey, Y/N, Nari?” They both turned their heads behind them to see a group of other music students sitting behind them.

“What’s up? You guys did brilliantly by the way.” Nari said, sending them a soft smile but in return got a scowl.

“Why did you guys even partake in this exam let alone the whole course if you’re already friends who can basically bring you into the industry.” Y/N recognised the girl that spoke almost instantly. Y/N envied her but she was never bitter about it. Jae-Eun was always on top of her game. Always handed in assignments on time, produced songs left, right and centre had every staff member of SKY University on her side. Not to mention she worked a full-time job and also had the time to party and go out on dates, Y/N, however, struggled with her assignments, part-time job, producing music and never even laid a finger on the dating lifestyle ever since she began college. So she was surprised by a such a perfect girl to have such bitterness in her voice.

“I don’t need to rely on other people to make it far. I need to work hard on my own first. I do get help when I really need. Nari and I both do but we do work hard on our own.” Jae-Eun crossed her arms and scoffed.

“So you’re telling me you brought the Seventeen, one of the hottest Korean boy groups at the moment just for no reason?” She eyed Nari and Y/N once more before looking at her “posse” and laughed.

“Actually no, we came on our own accord to support both our friends but I guess you wouldn’t have thought of that, right?” Seungkwan raised his eyebrow at the shocked look on Jae-Eun’s face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to come across as rude. I’m Jae-Eun nice to meet you.” Jae-Eun’s face turned hot and red with embarrassment. She was starstruck.  Y/N heard the snicker of Seungcheol behind them and smirked to herself.

“Seungkwan, nice to meet you too. Nari, Y/N? They want to meet you now.” The pair nodded at him and waved at the girl who now had her hand on her chest beating heavily.

“I don’t like her.” He said as he helped them gather their things, handing the heavy equipment to their staff members.

“Neither do I,” Nari replied. “She’s a bitch.”

“You can’t say that Ri,” Y/N pouted as she elbowed her.

“She is, dude and you can’t say you disagree because you’re always saying how jealous you are of how she can top her work and that’s she still a bitch.” Y/N shrugged in defeat.

“I guess but honestly she had no reason to come at us like that. We didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah but rightfully speaking you’ve had the best exam they’ve seen in a couple of years. I mean making a beat from scratch? And recording it live? They’ve never seen that before, you’ve basically confirmed your position.” Nari looked at her with a proud smile.

“You deserve it too. Come on, you fucking sampled Hotline Bling, a song that’s been dead for the past 2 years and made your own fucking lyrics. If you’re not guaranteed a place, I’m not taking it.” Seungkwan dropped his bag and gasped.

“Y/N you can’t say that.”

“I can because Nari would do that for me.” She smiled at her as they walked down the stairs.

“Safe to say that you guys are fucking nuts.”

Y/N twitched nervously before she walked into the meeting room where everyone was. Her friend and various other students said they were indescribably nice and you get an apparent picture, according to an almost sobbing Nari.

Y/N didn’t know what she had to say or do. She wondered if they were going to ask her questions or do God knows what but she was nervous. Extremely nervous to the point where she had to wipe her clammy hands off her jeans. She knew she’d have to shake hands with at least one person and what kind of impression would she give off if her hands were sweating. She tapped at her forehead vigorously with blotting paper to get rid of any sweat pushing through her make-up.

Y/N almost jumped out of her seat at the sound of her name, unsure if she should walk in straight away or wait maybe half a minute. It took one her classmates to push her towards the door, causing her to almost topple in. 'Great,’ she thought. 'Now they’ll think I’m clumsy.’

As the door swung open, she noticed that all of their staff members were dotted around the large room chatting among themselves. The music department reviewing files with the CEO of BigHit and some of the producers. The rest of the producers were either talking to the staff members or the three artists they had brought with them who say quite comfortably in their seats, letting the rotating chair’s spin playfully as they laughed among themselves.

Y/N let out a light cough to indicate her presence which she had deemed as too quiet but it had indeed gained the attention of the people gathered in the room and the exploded with applause. She bowed gratefully and stood awkwardly to the side of the door that was now shut. 'No escaping now. You’ll make it through.’

“Please Miss Y/L/N take a seat.” He motioned to now the only empty seat, next to J-Hope and next to his own seat. She sat down quietly and offered a small smile to the now beaming J-Hope.

“You’re exam was outstanding. We’ve never seen anything like it in years. It really was something else.”

“Thank you, Mr Chang, I did work really hard for this.” She gave him a grateful smile.

“We could tell. It was very well produced you didn’t skip any steps you did everything just like any producer would do. We could tell you worked hard to keep it up.” She nodded and looked at the desk where several files had been laid out in front of her.

“We obviously haven’t chosen anyone yet but we just want to let you know that you are in the top section of people we do want to select. Every single one of your assignments have been perfect. The songs you produce are very much liked by everyone here and of course, everyone here except anyone from SKY is taken aback by your talent.” Y/N felt the heat rush to her face as all the professors agreed with Mr Chang. Bang PD has pointed over at Suga who had his hand up to add something to the conversation.

“Just to ask was, what’s the song called?” He asked.

“Navajo, I’ll put it up on my Soundcloud soon.”

“I’m really intrigued by the lyrics. They seem really deep much like your other songs actually. You are very talented.” He explained as the heat rose to her face.

“Thank you.”

“I’d also like to say I listened to some of the other tracks you have up on SoundCloud, you’re rapping skills and singing skills are amazing,” RM said. “You have very unique style. You’ll go far.”

“Thank you again.”

“I listened to some of your songs also. Your lyrics are very simple but deep. It’s easy to understand what you’re trying to convey. I like your techniques, they’re really cool.” She thanked them again before being asked to get a picture with them. She thanked everyone and left, her shoulders dropping like one brick was lifted off her shoulders. She had fewer things to stress about now.

[legit-min-yoongi-trash-tho]

Distant - Yoongi Scenario

Title; Distant

Genre; Little bit of angst ending in fluff

Type; Scenario

Group/Member; BTS – Suga (Yoongi)

Summary; Yoongi is being distant and isn’t paying you any attention nor is he paying the things you’re doing any attention. One day you give him a piece of your mind and he realises how he’s made you feel and apologises. Fluffy ending.

Request; Hey, can you please do a scenario for Suga? something where he is being distant and doesn't pay attention and the one day you give him a piece of your mind. and then he apologises and it has like a fluffy ending? thank you xx

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Words; 1578

Authors Notes; Hope you liked this ^_^ Thank you so very much for the request.If there are any errors grammatical or otherwise do let me know. 

Laying on the bed you shared with your long-term boyfriend Yoongi you stared up at the ceiling as a frown settled on your face. You could hear the thump of a beat thudding through the walls from his home studio. For the past three weeks, Yoongi had been the most distant you’d ever seen him. Sure, when he had lots going on with the boys or pressure to finish a song on time he’d end up being a tad distant – but never for this long and he certainly never ignored you, which he’d been doing quite frequently within the past few days.

Sighing you sat up and rubbed your face with your hands. You loved him, you really did. You loved him more than anything but sometimes he was just so damn hard to read and he wasn’t exactly the most vocal of people. In the beginning, you had gone back through your memory to see if there was anything you had done that could have prompted this mood shift for your boyfriend. Going back weeks and periodically sorting through moments you’d spent together you found nothing. There was nothing you had done, that you could remember, that could have possibly upset him.

You shook your head and stood up, heading for the kitchen. You figured he still had to eat and knowing him he probably hadn’t moved from his spot all day. Your gaze lingered on the door to his studio longer than you would have liked as you slipped into the kitchen pulling out all the ingredients needed to make Jajangmyeon, also pulling out the necessary utensils. Stomach growling, soft beats thudding, and the sound of the griddle sizzling along with your slow humming were the only things to be heard in your small apartment.

The apartment had been one you had bought when you graduated from university, despite a number of possessions in it having grown over time, it was still your modest and quiet little home. Yoongi had moved in a while ago, just after you marked your 4 and half year anniversary. The edges of your mouth tugged up as you remembered your first night together in the apartment followed by countless other great memories. The boys sometimes came over too, the younger ones Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook always creating small messes and then moving onto the next thing that piqued their interest, leaving you, Jin, and Hoseok to clear up. Yoongi and Namjoon would always be too busy mucking about or having tiny rap battles to notice that you needed help.

The food crackled in the pan, bringing you out of your little reverie and you cursed as it spits some sauce at you, narrowly missing your face.

“Aish” you grumbled, pulling the pan off the griddle and scrapping half of the food into your bowl and the other half into a bowl for Yoongi.

Licking your fingers clean of extra sauce you picked up some veg and began chopping, soon sprinkling the greens over the two bowls and picking up the bowls themselves, making your way to Yoongi’s studio with a hopeful expression on your face.

Opening the door with your elbow you slipped inside the home studio Yoongi had made out of one of the spare rooms. You carefully placed his bowl on his desk in front of him, not even remotely breaking him out of his concentrated stare, focused on his computer. Placing your own bowl on the small glass table near the back of the room you tapped on Yoongi’s shoulder, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Yoon, I made us some Jajangmyeon, you really should eat something” you spoke softly, your hands slowly rubbing his shoulders.

Yoongi let out a small grunt and shrugged your hands off his shoulders, his gaze still focused on his work. Swallowing the growing lump in your throat you nodded ever so slightly and left, picking up your bowl on the way out. Upon closing the studio door, a sob left your mouth as you took deep breaths, attempting to keep any tears at bay. Slowly padding back into the kitchen, you set down your bowl just as your walls crumbled. You slid to the floor, back against the kitchen cabinet as sobs racked your small frame. You couldn’t keep it in any longer and let out a cry, heaving as your mind dreamt up scenarios you’d been trying to ignore. Maybe he was cheating? Perhaps he’d just fallen out of love? Was he even really in love with you to begin with?

Somewhere along the way, you managed to quiet your mind and stop crying, dabbing at your red and swollen eyes with a tissue curled upon the sofa whilst some drama played softly in the background. Hearing the sound of Yoongi’s studio door opening you clenched your fists, knowing you’d have to confront him at some point. That some point would be today. Speaking your mind had to be the best option, surely. You could hear your boyfriend slowly making his way over to the sofa and when he sat down he didn’t even look at you, just reached for the tv remote with a bored expression etched into his face.

“I was thinking we could go on a little trip with the boys at some point? If you could get Bang PD-nim’s approval of course” you said quietly, your voice slightly hoarse from crying.

No response, not even a sigh. Just silence.

“We could go camping or something… Or maybe swimming?” you tried again

Nothing. That was it, that was the breaking point. You stood up abruptly, seeing red.

“Min fucking Yoongi! Look at me when I am speaking to you!!” your voice came out as more of a cry than you had planned.

The dark-haired man looked up at you with a shocked expression.

“You have been distant with me for the past three fucking weeks! You have ignored me and you have completely disregarded everything I’ve done, whether it be for you or in general, and I’m sick of it!” you shouted, your body shaking slightly in anger

Yoongi looked confused for a moment, before his expression changed to one of irritation, “Where the hell is this coming from!? You know I have shit to do! Sorry that unlike you, we can’t all just sit around and watch dramas all day!!” he shouted back at you, infuriating you further

“Where’s this coming from? You have the nerve to ask me that? Yeah, I know you've got shit to do but you don’t usually ignore me and everything I do for three fucking weeks Yoongi!” you pushed back, rage dripping from your words like venom

“You want attention is that it?! Well here, you have my full fucking undivided attention right now!!” Yoongi spat

You scoffed and shook your head, bemused by his snarky attitude. “It’s not about attention!! It…It’s not about attention…” the last of your words were no longer filled with anger but dejection.

You shook your head once more, tears now spilling from your eyes again “It’s not about attention Yoongi…Christ…It’s about feeling alone, it’s about not knowing whether you even love me anymore. Whether you even loved me to begin with. I know you have lots to do. Good god, I know more than anyone, but three weeks Yoongi? Three whole weeks with you ignoring me, never once even sparing me a glance.” You let everything out, tears trailing down your cheeks as you moved to retire for the night.

You walked past him watching as his face changed from irritation and anger to sorrow in an instant. Sniffing you made your way to the bedroom, sleep now the only thing on your mind, too tired to deal with any of this anymore. Changing into your pyjamas that consisted of a pair of Yoongi’s boxers and one of his large t-shirts you slipped into bed inhaling his soft scent as more tears threatened to fall.

You had only been in bed for about twenty minutes before you heard the door of the bedroom open and listened to Yoongi enter the room and get dressed. You felt the bed dip as he got in quietly, you could hear him sigh as he wrapped his hands around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant and I’m so so sorry I’ve been ignoring you.”

You couldn’t help but scoff lightly “Sorry doesn’t exactly cut it Min.”

You heard him sigh and curl into your body a little “I know, god I know. I’m so stupid sometimes. I just get caught up trying to make perfection with my work, that I forget that I already have perfection right here.” He chuckles

You sniff and turn around in his arms, resting your forehead against his “You really are something Yoongi.” You laugh quietly “You just made me feel like I was just a bother. I felt like you had fallen out of love with me.”

Yoongi presses a soft kiss to your nose, making you chuckle “Never.”

You curl into your boyfriend's arms, the lump in your throat swallowed, tears on your face now fully dried.

“I really am sorry jagiya” he whispered, leaving small kisses on your head.

“I know, I forgive you” you whispered back, eyelids becoming heavy as you lay wrapped in Yoongi’s warmth. Maybe speaking your mind was best after all.

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[yoon-kooks]

Hired by BigHit: Boy Meets Temptation- Part 8 [END]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (with sexual implications)

Summary: As BTS’s new choreographer, you feel especially drawn to a certain dancer as soon as you meet him. You just left out one small detail during your introduction.

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // Epilogue (text)

You threw your box of kinky costumes and accessories in the corner of your apartment and sat on the floor next to it. The last thing you wanted was for Hoseok to find out you were a stripper before you had a chance to explain yourself. But that’s exactly what happened. You had just reached the point where you were ready to come clean to him, but now you didn’t even know how you were supposed to face him again.

You pulled out your phone and just stared at it. The thought of texting him an apology crossed your mind. But would that be enough to change anything?

“Hoseok can we please talk?” you typed. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t respond. But still, it would hurt too much. You deleted the text, opting to wait until you saw him at dance practice where he couldn’t avoid you.

Before sleeping off your shitty day, you looked back at the selcas you had taken with Hoseok. How could you throw it all away? You would’ve been the luckiest person alive to have someone as perfect as him.

You groaned and shoved your face into your pillow, sleeping until the next morning. But when the sun rose, you felt uneasy and didn’t want to get up. The feeling in your stomach was similar to when you first joined BigHit. Anxious.

-

As soon as you walked into the company building, you saw Bang PD waiting for you. From your job at the bar, you had learned to take that as a bad sign. But at least Bang PD was a lot kinder than your shitty other boss ever was.

Still, that didn’t stop you from assuming the worst. You were probably going to be fired from your job as Bangtan’s choreographer too. Why wouldn’t you be? Hoseok probably never wanted to see you again, let alone work with you so closely. You wouldn’t be surprised if he talked to the CEO and asked for a replacement choreographer.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s not bad news,” Bang PD assured you. “In fact, it’s good news.” Good news? You couldn’t even remember the last time you had some good news. Oh yeah, your date with Hoseok. Too bad it ended on such a bad note.

“We’d like you to be Bangtan’s permanent choreographer for future projects.” Bang PD smiled, but got a little worried when you didn't seem as excited. It wasn’t that you weren’t excited. You just couldn’t believe it. It was the exact opposite of what you were expecting.

“Me? W-why?” Was he just messing with you?

“Well obviously, your choreo is amazing,” he started. “But also, the guys all really like you. And it’s apparent that you always try your best for their sake.”

You blinked at Bang PD. He rarely watched the dance practices you led, so there’s no way he could’ve come to that conclusion on his own.

“So you want the position, right?”

You nodded.

“Great! Just keep up the good work, Y/N.” Bang PD extended his hand to you.

As much as you wanted to express your full gratitude, you were still having a hard time processing everything. You shook his hand. “Thanks…”

After exiting the CEO’s office, you walked yourself to the dance studio and sat down against the mirrored wall. You couldn’t even celebrate. You tried your best to focus on stretching out before the guys arrived for practice, but too many thoughts were running through your mind. Did you even deserve to be Bangtan’s choreographer? Bang PD had said that the guys liked you, but would that still hold true after they hear you’re a stripper? The problem wasn’t even that you were a stripper, but rather, the fact that pretended not to be one so they wouldn’t judge you for who you really were. You never needed to pretend in the first place. They were good people and definitely would’ve understood. But now they had every right to feel otherwise. And the worst part was that Hoseok would too.

You jumped when the door opened. “Hey Y/N~!” Jungkook was the first to greet you, and the rest of the members did the same. Except Hoseok, who was as quiet as you’ve ever seen him. He wouldn’t even look at you.

The other members were messing around as usual, until they noticed the tension in the studio. They kept glancing back and forth between you and Hoseok. You saw Taehyung whispering to Jimin, and Yoongi and Seokjin pulling the 95 liners apart.

“So we heard you just became our permanent choreographer?” Namjoon did his best to break the awkwardness of the situation. But it wasn’t working.

“Umm… Yeah…” You looked down, unsure of how to sound happy about it.

“Hey can you guys start stretching already?” Hoseok called out. You hated the hint of bitterness in his voice. Usually the guys would whine and tell him not to be so anal, but they quietly complied.

And going through the choreography routine wasn’t any better. Except for when you had to explain the steps, no one spoke. You kept looking at the clock, but the time never seemed to change. Those were the most painful few hours of your life.

When the torture finally ended, the guys said bye and rushed out as quickly as they could to escape the tension. You plopped yourself onto the floor again and pressed your face into your hands. Sighing, you reached for some water, only to realize you had forgotten to refill your bottle.

Suddenly, you felt something ice cold pressed against your cheek. You turned your head and saw Hoseok standing next to you. He put his water bottle into your hands, but still refused to look at you.

“Thanks…” You took a shy sip and held it up for him to take back.

“No problem.” He started to walk away, ignoring your attempt to return his bottle. You slowly lowered your arm with the feel of rejection, watching him take his time in walking towards the door. Maybe he was waiting for you to say something else. You took a deep breath.

“Hoseok,” you called out softly. You didn’t really have anything to lose anyway.

“Yeah?” He stopped in his tracks, his back still to you.

“Can we talk? Please?”

Hoseok just stood there for a long while before finally turning around to face you. “Of course, Y/N.” You stared back as he walked to you and sat himself next to you. “I said I’d be down to listen whenever you wanted to talk, remember?” His voice became gentle and soothing.

You nodded, remembering the time he had walked you home in the rain. The way he had said he’d always be there for you melted your heart. And he was still the same supportive boy.

“I’m not mad, you know.” He tilted his head. “I just wanted to give you some space.”

“But you should be mad.” You looked down at your shoes. “I didn’t tell you I was a stripper. Or that as a stripper, I wasn’t allowed to date. But I slept with you anyway.”

“I was hurt, but not mad, Y/N.” Hoseok bit his lip. “Of course I wanted you to trust me enough to tell me, but I know it couldn’t have been easy for you either. You just didn’t want to be judged, right?”

“Y-yeah… but still…” Why did he understand you so well? “I just hate that I hurt you…”

“Okay, I’ll admit, I was pretty jealous that I wasn’t the first to see your body.” He rubbed your thigh. “But it only hurt so much because I wanted to be the only one.” Your heart fluttered.

“Trust me when I say you’re the only one who’s seen everything.” You perked up a bit. “My strip performances never went that far. What exactly were you imagining, ya dirty boy?”

“Nothing! I promise,” he chuckled, but you knew he was lying. It was cute.

“Anyway, I’m sorry for everything.” You looked into his gentle eyes.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it forever, okay?” He pushed your hair out of your face and stared back. “I’m just glad I got to know you because you’re really sweet—stripper or not.”

You face went totally red, but before you had a chance to hide it, Hoseok leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You let him hover over you until your back was against the floor.

“By the way,” he paused and licked his lips. “You lost your stripper job, right? That’s why you were carrying that box with lingerie, blindfolds—oh and the cop costume?”

“Thanks for reminding me.” You jab is arm lightly.

“So we can date now, right?”

“What?” You had completely forgotten that you were no longer bound to the restrictions of being a stripper.

“Date me, Y/N.” He kissed you again, even though you didn’t need any convincing.

You sat back up and slid your hands up his chest. For a while, you just smiled at him, taking in the fact that Jung Hoseok, aka the sweetest boy in the world, wanted you. And as tempting as it was to say yes, you suddenly thought of something.

“I would, but Bang PD said I shouldn’t date any of you guys, now that I’m your permanent choreographer.” You watched for his reaction. “Gotta keep it professional, babe.”

J-Nope’s jaw dropped in shock at the alleged betrayal of his own boss.

Your straight face slowly transitioned to a playful smile. “Just kidding!” You kissed the shook boy’s cheek.

“Okay good,” he laughed. “Because I was about to go have a little chat with Mr. Bang Shi Hyuk.”

“Even if he really did say that,” you said. “I’d quit so I could be with you.” You blinked innocently at him, lowkey cringing at your own cheesy words.

“Sure you would, you brat.” He rolled his eyes at you but couldn’t hold back a smile.

“Okay, okay, you’re right, I’d never give up this job.” You hugged him with as much affection as you could. “We’d just have to date secretly hehe~”

“My thoughts exactly.” He gave you one more kiss on the lips. “Who knew you were so naughty?”

“I’m not naughty…! Just like how you weren’t imagining dirty things when you saw that cop costume.”

“Okay fine, you win.”