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hobaworld7 · 2 years ago

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BTS Reaction - Love language

DISCLAIMER : this is how I think they would react in love. I'm in no way saying they are exactly like that. They do not belong to me. This is just an imagine.

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Jin

-He would be all five of love languages

-Acts of service? Cleaning the kitchen after you cook.

-Physical attention? Always his hand on your back. In public his hand will always be looking for yours.

-Gift giving? Before coming home, when he knows you had a bad day, he would be bringing you flowers and your favorite coffee.

-Words of affirmations? Your biggest supporter. Always. All the time. You were more precious than a diamond for him.

-Quality time? If you needed help studying, he would quizz you all night. He will take time to celebrate every little realization.

-He will never be mad at you, even when you would be driving him crazy.

-Always patient, always caring.

-Crying because of your period and you saw him being a little too nice to the barista? He would never go back to the coffeeshop, even tho it was more your hormones then jealousy.

-You text him at 1am because your belly hurt, his cellphone was always open for you. He would go to the 24h drugstore and get you all the thing you could need. Even tho he didn't know why you were hurting. Always all the options, stomach bug meds, sanitary products and three options of pain meds.

Suga

-He express his love by music and by his actions

-He rarely say that he love you, but he loves you more then anything. He shows it to you in a lot of other ways than words

-Texting you lyrics of different love songs

-If he could writes a thousand of love song for you, he will do it

-In front of the camera, he's always kinda cold and with his members always so caring but you were the one handling him when he would be with you

-He will be your little baby and you were the only one to see this side of him

-He would sometimes cry in your arms and openly talk about his struggles and his mental health

-You had to be stroking his hair every nights so he fall asleep

-And if he was away, he will call you on face-time and you would both fall asleep, still on face-time until the morning

-But he will do self care night with you every week

-Always letting you choose the restaurant

-He would only let you wears his shirts and hoodies when you were at his place

-Or naked, he would be a fan of every parts of your body

-If you say that it was a difficult day today and you don't really love your body, he will cover every mirrors and remember you how beautiful you are, kissing every parts of your body

-He would love your presence, even if you were just chilling on the couch in his studio all night and him working on his album. He would be so happy

-He would take breaks and go lay on you and ask for attention like a little cat

Nam Joon

-He would give you a lot of his free time

-Always calling you when he is in his car, or facetiming when he was away

-''Good morning beautiful'' ''good night, i love you princess'' Every. Fucking. Day. since you first went on a date. Never missing a day, no matter how busy he was.

-A lot of art date. Museum, Bookstore, Paint date. Even a pottery date

-What you want, you'll have

-You go shopping, he will just give you his cards because he knows you'll be responsable with his money

-If you go grocery shopping. His card. He will say 'don't forget to buy something for yourself'

-The most gentlemen ever, in every sphere of your love life.

-I feel like he would be so gentle with you, like you are a fragile little teddy bear

-But not in bed. Definitely not in bed. But still really respectful.

-He wants you at every BTS or solo show, in the back, because he wants to kiss you after performing

-If you call him because you're hurt, he would leave the studio and rescue you like a prince

J-Hope

-I think J-Hope would be a lot of Acts of service and Words of affirmations

-Like, he would text you ''Hey pretty, don't forget your coat, it's cold outside.'' ''You can take mine''

-But you would be so scared to take his expensive clothes so you were always wearing yours

-Except when he was literally clothing you, when you were going on a date, he was the one wanting to match with you

-He loved seeing you with his clothes or matching

-He was always so proud seeing you that pretty with the clothes he picks.

-He will also text you a lot of little remember through the day

-'You got this' 'You were so pretty this morning yeobo'

-And when you would be coming home, it will always be clean because he loved reorganizing and clean your place

-If one day you happen to say you love matcha ice cream, he would buy one pot every week so you never get out of your favorite

-If you say you need more pens for school, he would buy you some.

-You say you love that books, at your birthday, he would be buying you the entire autographed collections.

-And flowers. SO MUCH FLOWERS. Always with the meaning.

-And he would have a funny nickname for you. Like little beary cutie bear or something like that lol

Jimin

-Words of affirmation, always, all the time

-He knows he's cute, but do you know who's cuter? You.

-He will tell you everyday, never missing an opportunity

-You will always be sharing each others cute picture, doing finger heart or ayegos

-One of the member saying "hey Jimin you're cute today" he will answers ''You know who's cuter? My girlfriend, look at her in this dress''

-I feel like he would love to be near you and showing you his yours and that you are his

-Like sitting on his lap. He would enjoy it so much, hugging you with his arms around your hip and his heads on your shoulder with a little smile

-Lot of hickeys too. But not on him, he didn't like it. But he would marks all of your body if he could.

-I feel like he would be kind of savage in bed lol

-And if you were scratching his back, he would love it

-He could be a little rough so sometimes you end up with bruises BUT ALL WITH YOUR CONSENT.

-And you were both laughing all the time, until your body hurts

-He would be telling you every day how lucky he is to have you

-The 'i love you more?', he always had the last word. Because if you say that you love him more, he will be angry that you think he love you less.

-You're his world

-PHYSICAL ATTENTION.

-And little passive agressive comments

-Like : ''You're so fucking gorgeous. You shouldn't be wearing that dress"'

-But not in a bad way obvi

-I feel like Tae is very healthy in relationship

-Always listening to you

-He would always sleep with you in his arms

-You're his personal coussin literally lol

-Like you can barely move if you are in the same bed as him

-And when you're watching tv too

-He always want a physical contact with you

-He's driving, his hands is on your thigh

-But not like just resting on your thigh, he will hold onto you like his life was on the line

-Your body is his possession and he show it to you all the time.

-He'll buy you clothes too, when he see something that will suit you well he would buy it. No matter the price or if it's a designer clothes

-A lot of gift giving too

JungKook

-I feel like Jungkook would be reallyyy physical

-Hugging you and kissing you whenever he has the chance

-Cooking? His arms would be around your hips

-Putting makeup? He would sit near you, gaming on his cellphone and looking at you every time he finish a game

-He would also text you a lot

-Seeing your favorite dog's breed, he would take a picture for you

-"SARANGHAE YEOBO'' ''I love you so much babe'' ''can't wait for you to get home''

-''I got you your favorite kind of chips"

-"miss you" when you left an hour ago.

-He would love when you were working out together. He was never judging you and was always glad to help you with your form

-And after your workout he would accept to do some yoga with you bc you love it

-And it would be so funny seeing him do all the yoga poses

-He would be a needy boyfriend

-But i mean, JungKook, so you were never mad about his attention.

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If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=share

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allora1233 · 2 years ago

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𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪: ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕐/ℕ 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥.

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"Come oooon Y/n, it'll be fun! Just a small hang out sesh. No cameras, none of that. All the guys will be there. I promise you're gonna love it!"

You sighed softly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you listened to probably the 5th plea today from your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon. The two of you have been dating for about 5 months now, but since he was in such a popular music group, you two decided to keep your relationship a secret. You never told anyone, even the friends he was in the band with, and you were honestly okay with keeping it that way for a little while longer. However, Namjoon couldn't be more of the opposite.

Namjoon cherishes his friends almost as much as he cherishes you. He is very proud of what they've become since they first got together. They are basically his second family. It would be an absolute dream for him to see his best friends and the love of his life meet each other and get along. Not to mention that he takes great pride in you and would show you off to the entire world if he could. You know this almost as much as he does.

Truthfully, the problem for you wasn't that you wouldn't like them or a fear of getting found out. Namjoon has already told you plenty of stories about them, and the videos they post online of their daily life pretty much confirm that you'd love to hang out with them. You were more afraid of the possibility that the others wouldn't like you. You've heard all about the infamous "V Test" and you had a strong feeling you wouldn't pass that, or the other guys' judgment tests for that matter.

"Joon, please. I'm really not sure if I want the others to know I'm your significant other yet. I know how much they mean to you, and I don't want to intrude... especially if they don't approve of me. Besides, what if someone outside of them sees us? As much as I love your fans, you know how some of them can get. I don't want to put either of us, or the guys, in that kind of situation..."

Your boyfriend was quick to silence your concerns with his reassurance. "I understand baby, I really do, but no one will know. I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure no one recognizes either of us before we get there. I know plenty of tricks to get us there safely. Furthermore, I'm not asking you to tell the guys who you are to me. We can just say we're friends. But I really just want you to meet them at least. They're really cool and they'll love you, trust me."

Namjoon gently takes your hand in his, lifting it up to press soft kisses to your knuckles. You couldn't help but melt a little at his tender touch. He looks back up at you and smiles. "At least think about it, okay? If you still don't want to when I leave tomorrow then I'll drop it." Even though you knew it would mean the world to him if you tagged along, you were still very grateful that he was also willing to wait until you were ready. You nod, returning the smile. "I will. Thank you."

And indeed you did. It kept you up a little later than you usually would stay up, outweighing the pros and cons of finally going out and introducing yourself to Namjoon's friends. After a long night, you turn over and cuddle close to the already asleep popstar, finally finding yourself drifting off to sleep content with your decision.

- - -

"I'll go."

The way Namjoon's face lights up at your words makes you feel even more sure of your decision. You'd have to meet his friends eventually, right? So just go for it. Besides, as long as you were with him, you knew everything would be okay.

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in a tight hug from behind as you finish making your breakfast. "Thank you baby. I promise you won't regret this. But if you do ever want to go home, just tell me and I'll take you back, okay?" You nod as he pecks a few chaste kisses against your cheek, which elicits a giggle out of you. After the two of you finished your breakfast and got dressed for the day, you both head out to a studio where you were meeting today. Apparently it belonged to one of his friends, Yoongi if you remember right.

You were a little nervous, and even though Namjoon texted the guys ahead of time and told them he'd bring a guest with him, you couldn't help but gently squeeze his hand anxiously. He looks down at you and offers you a gentle smile, one that helps you ground yourself before you spiral down a path of anxiety. It doesn't take much longer before the two of you are standing in the building of the studio.

After going up a level of stairs and down a hallway, you find yourself in front of a door. "Min Yoongi" was on a plaque that hung on the door. You turn to Namjoon, who looks around the hallway to make sure the coast is clear before giving you a quick, reassuring kiss. It definitely helps. After taking one deep breath, you open the door and walk in.

- - -

Out of everyone you met, the one person you definitely hit it off with was Jin. The two of you had been talking since the moment you walked in. Admittedly, it was partially due to the fact that during your viewings of the Run BTS episodes, you knew for a fact that you wanted to talk to Jin. The way he tries to keep respect because he's the oldest while also being one of the most childish people in the group was absolutely adorable and hilarious. Which, in its own way, is funny considering how much of a parental figure he really is to the rest of them, especially the three youngest. And it really seemed like he enjoyed your company too. Not like everyone else didn't, in fact, they were all really sweet and funny guys.

It has been a couple hours now since you arrived. You and Jin were practically attached at the hip, joking about anything with the others, making fun of the guys when they do something stupid, and just generally having a good time. It was such a relief that they made you feel comfortable. It didn’t feel like you had hijacked their group and added yourself in; you are a part of the group now. And Jin was especially accommodating.

After a while of hanging, you were getting a little hungry. Jin notices you staring at the empty candy bowl on the table for just a little bit too long. “You alright? Do you need anything to eat?” You look up at him and smile. “Oh, yeah. That would be nice. Thank you.” Jin smiles and gets up to grab you some snacks. In that moment by yourself, you decide to check up on your boyfriend. You didn't mean to go this long without saying something to him, but things just turned out that way. As you looked over to him, you noticed that he looked a little off. Namjoon was slightly slouched in his chair, arms folded over his chest as he listened in on Yoongi and Jimin's conversation, the corners of his pretty lips turned down into a frown.

Before you could catch his attention and ask him if he was alright, Jin came back from the kitchen with a nice assortment of snacks, sitting back down next to you. “Thanks, Jin.” You reach out to the table and grab one of the snack bars. Jin nods as he leans back on the couch. "So, how long have you and Joon known each other? We usually know most of the other guy's outside friends and we've never heard from you before."

"Yeah, well we only met a couple months ago. I guess that it just never came up. But he invited me to come out here today, and I'm very thankful that you guys have seemed to accept me into your group." Jin smiles and runs a hand through his hair, fixing the stray strands. "You're a really amazing person Y/n, of course we'd let you hang out! I'm glad he brought you. It's no wonder you and Namjoon became friends. Hopefully we can all get to know you as well as he does." You couldn't help but laugh a little under your breath, knowing no one was gonna know you as well as Namjoon does. "I'm glad you feel that way. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with you guys more, if that's okay."

"Of course that's okay! I love having you around, and I'm sure the others do too. You make a very nice addition to our little group. Your personality really lights up the room and you're nice to talk to, not to mention you're easy on the eyes." He winks. You laugh, pushing Jin's shoulder who simply laughs along with you.

"Dork! Flattery will get you nowhere. Not that I don't appreciate it." Jin shrugs, a knowing smirk on his lips. A loud groan grabs the attention of both of you, looking up at a clearly amused Jimin. "Get a room! Some of us want to talk in peace." He jokes as he shoves Jin to you, causing him to lose his balance and land with his head on your lap. More laughter erupts from the two of you as you roll your eyes and turn your head away from the others.

It was only at that moment that you actually got to steal a glance at Namjoon again. It didn't take a genius to realize that he wasn’t happy, except, you have never seen that kind of expression on his face before. You could see him biting the inside of his cheek and the line forming between his furrowed brows. He looks... bitter? No, no it's not that. More like he’s spiteful about something. Like he's trying to bite his tongue and keep himself composed, but the way he keeps clenching and relaxing his fists clearly shows otherwise.

He sees you looking at him, obviously confused by his demeanor, and simply rolls his eyes. He stands up and calmly walks out of the room. Honestly, that hurt you a little bit. He's never acted like this before, especially not towards you. You look around at the others, but no one seems to have noticed Namjoon’s exit nor how upset he seems to be. Without thinking, you gently lift Jin's head from your lap and get up off the couch to follow Namjoon outside the room, granting you some eyebrow raise from the others, especially Jin.

You walk out into the hallway, looking around before noticing your boyfriend leaning against the wall around the corner, back facing towards you. Cautiously, you walk up to him, keeping your voice quiet so as to not startle him. "Joon..? Hey, what's wrong? Why'd you leave-" Before you could finish your sentence, Namjoon turns around and quickly pulls you into a deep kiss. You squeak, not quite expecting the sudden affection. Before you could do anything in response, he pulled away, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Sorry, I just really needed that right now." You wrap your arms around him, gently playing with his hair. "Hey, it's okay honey. I’m just worried about you... Can you tell me what you're so upset about?" Your boyfriend looks up at you dumbfounded. "You really don't know...? You didn't see it?" You shake your head, brows furrowed in confusion. Namjoon shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh, almost like he was relieved. "Jin's been flirting with you all day." It takes you a second to process what he said before you feel your face heat up in realization.

"What..? No, no he was just being nice. I just thought he was like that with everyone... Are you sure?" Namjoon laughs again before gently kissing your forehead. "Yes baby, I'm positive. Everyone saw it." You bury your face in your boyfriend's chest, hiding your shame. The fact that all of it went over your head made you feel like an idiot. "Oh my God, I'm so fucking stupid..."

"No, no you're not. And actually, I'm glad you didn't notice. It makes me feel a bit better." Now it was your turn to look up at him bewildered. "Why would that make you feel better?"

"Uh... I may or may not have gotten a little jealous of you two." As soon as he says that, all the little dots slowly start connecting in your mind. "Really?" Namjoon sighs softly and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, and I really started to get frustrated at everything and myself. I didn't know I could feel that way, but I guess I'm just a protective person. Especially when it comes to you, baby. I'll do absolutely anything for you and to make you happy and keep you close to me." You couldn't help but smile at that last part. "And I was also mad at myself because I knew it wasn't yours or Jin's fault. It's not like we told anyone about us so I can't blame him for hitting on you, I'd do the same if we weren't already together. And I know you’d never do something like that to me. I just didn't like feeling angry at one of my best friends... I'm sorry. I was the one who said everything would be okay and now I'm messing things up."

You smile, gently wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another soft kiss to let him know that everything was okay now. "So, that's why you were upset when you left, hmm?" Namjoon looks up at you and nods. "And is that why you kissed me like that when I followed you out here?" You tease, finding the whole situation quite amusing. He nods again, this time a little more sheepishly.

You coo at your boyfriend's embarrassment, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "You’re too cute. If you wanted a moment all to ourselves, you could have just asked honey.~" You wink, very satisfied with the flustered reaction you got. It wasn't hard to see the rose color that bloomed up on his cheeks, and his sudden speechlessness always made you giggle. You gently grab his hand and squeeze it, bringing him back down to Earth. "Come on, let's go back. We can't keep everyone waiting forever."

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nandangel · 9 days ago

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Chapter One — The Hunt

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Candace Turner

The process of change, whatever it may be, is always good—most of the time. At least for me, changes only came during my darkest moments, like a light at the end of the tunnel.

Since I left my parents' house at a very young age, I’ve always dedicated myself to owning my things and not depending on anyone. I graduated in the field I always dreamed of, and today I can say I’m about eighty percent complete.

At twenty-seven years old, I’m one of the most sought-after authors of erotic romance novels. Well, my parents don’t approve of the content I write—they say it’s inappropriate for a young lady—but it’s what makes me a lot of money and, most importantly, it’s what I love to do. And, between us, everyone enjoys reading something spicy from time to time.

I’m temporarily moving to Missoula, a small town in western Montana, for work. I needed a place that could inspire me to write a complete series about a wolf romance, and Missoula is perfect for that, with its vast green areas, gorgeous forests straight out of a Twilight movie, and its rocky mountains.

It had been nearly a year and a half since I’d released anything new for my readers, and the almost 5 million followers on Twitter, Instagram, and Goodreads weren’t shy about sending me messages, asking when my next series would come out. As if having nearly 60 books, most of which sold out worldwide, one movie, and two Netflix series weren’t enough—they still craved more.

I was going through the exhausting process of creative block—the terror of all writers—and the more trapped I felt in it, the worse it got. If only I had to deal with just the loving fans. But there was the media, my publisher, demanding fans, and the haters.

As if all this pressure wasn’t enough, one completely drunken night, I decided to tweet about an upcoming book series, accompanied by heart and wolf emojis.

The next day, my phone was flooded with notifications and calls. Fans were saying I’d make the Twilight author cry in the shower, others saying it was about time. My publisher was ecstatic, while I was pulling my hair out.

The truth? I had absolutely nothing planned. I’d never even written anything supernatural before. My books were limited to romances with CEOs, bad boys, and alpha-male types who, deep down, were just softies.

I didn’t know what to tell my publisher, so I started researching and reading books on the topic. Some ideas came to mind, but they weren’t enough. Then, during my research, I came across the tale of “The Mysterious and Strange Werewolf of Montana.” It detailed the story of a farmer in Missoula who constantly found his livestock mutilated and dead until he installed security cameras that captured footage of an unbelievably large wolf attacking the cattle.

What caught my attention was one clip supposedly showing the “wolf” transforming into what appeared to be a man. It was later proven that the man faked the whole thing to keep thieves away from his property, which made sense because werewolves don’t exist—and if they did, they wouldn’t show off on camera.

But that wild story sparked inspiration for my wolf romance.

My phone rang, interrupting the music in my car.

— Hello? — I answered, keeping my eyes on the road.

— Candy, where are you? — I heard Quinne’s voice over the car’s speaker. She used the nickname Candy because, to her, my name and the word sounded almost the same.

— About twenty minutes from Missoula. — I replied, admiring the tree-lined road. — The air here is so fresh.

— Where? — Quinne practically yelled. — What are you doing on the other side of the country?

— Work.— I said, smiling.

— Did you really have to go that far? Couldn’t you, I don’t know, just make a vision board with photos of forests, hot men, and wolves?

— You know I couldn’t, Queen. — I said, using the nickname I gave her, which I thought sounded like Queen.

— You’ve never had to leave New York to write your previous books.

— That’s because all the inspiration was in the city.

— What made you want to write about wolves? They don’t even exist.

— Alcohol, maybe.

— Do you think you’ll finish before Christmas?

— I don’t know, Queen. I have an outline, but I haven’t started anything yet. — I answered as I passed a sign reading “Welcome to Missoula.”

— I get it, darling, but you know how David is. He went crazy when you posted that.

— I know, but he can’t forget that I’m the reason his pockets are overflowing with cash. So, you can tell him that pressuring me won’t work. — I said while parking near some stores. — — You know it doesn’t work that way.

— I know, you need to get into character. — she said, quoting my usual mantra. — Take your time and leave David to me.

— Thank you.

— Of course. I’ll call every night to check in and keep you updated.

— Great, because I’ll be—

— Disconnected from the world, I know. — she finished my sentence. Whenever I started writing, I ignored all social media distractions, only answering calls from my parents and Quinne.

— Thanks, Queen.

— Always count on me, Candy. Talk soon.

After hanging up, I got out of the car and walked to the rental agency I had contacted two weeks earlier.

As soon as I entered, a gentleman who looked to be in his fifties greeted me with a friendly smile.

— You must be Miss Turner.

— How did you know it was me?— I asked, smiling as I approached the counter.

— I know everyone around here. — he shrugged. — And you’re the only person planning to enjoy summer in a chilly town.

— If only I were here for leisure, Mr….— I searched my mind for his name, but his name tag saved me. — Conway.

— Work? — I nodded. — Well, let me get your keys.— He turned to a board behind him, grabbed a key, and handed it to me. — Please sign this document and keep the copy with the house rules.

After signing the papers, I paid the second installment, and Mr. Conway handed me a map of the area.

— Oh, and Miss Turner. — he called just as I was about to leave.

— Yes? — I turned around.

— Of all the places in this town, just don’t go to the Kim Forest Reserve.

— Why not? — I frowned.

— Just don’t.

[...]

The night in Missoula went smoothly, without much surprise or calls, except for Quinne, who just wanted to check in and see if everything was okay with me. Taking advantage of the quiet night, I organized my things and started writing: I outlined the characters' traits and drafted a scope for the entire story. Before going to bed, I paused my reading to jot down the inspirations that came to mind, and after that, I finally decided to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up relatively early, got ready for a morning walk that always helps me reconnect with my muse. As I left the house, I set my phone to alert me if I went beyond a certain perimeter to avoid getting lost, because every time I go out running and listening to music, I lose track of time and distance.

After running for about thirty minutes, I made a few stops to jot down some ideas that popped into my head, then resumed running. After more than an hour and a half of walking, my phone alerted me, and I gradually slowed down, removing my headphones to enjoy the sound of the birds. I caught my breath slowly while stretching a little, and as I turned around, I noticed a worn-out sign next to an old iron gate. The sign read:

Kim Family Forest Reserve. Private Property. Do Not Enter Without Permission.

At that moment, Mr. Conway's words echoed in my head like a warning, and God forbid I go against the advice of a man who seemed to know the town like the back of his hand. But honestly, just looking at the reserve from afar, I could tell it was a stunning place. If it weren’t for Conway’s warning and the sign that clearly screamed, If you enter, you’ll be shot!, I might have dared to go in because I was certain it would be an excellent place to write a book. Just standing there, looking, I already got a few more ideas.

However, staying there gave me an odd feeling that made the back of my neck prickle and a chill run down my spine—the sensation of being watched and followed. Strangely, there was no one around; aside from the reserve, there were no houses nearby, and with the branches scattered on the ground, I would have heard if someone was close.

With the tension building, I hurried back home as quickly as I could. Once I got home, I decided to prepare something for breakfast, only to sadly realize that I didn’t have anything decent in the fridge. Then I remembered that just past the rental agency, there was a typical neighborhood diner that most likely served a delicious and classic American breakfast. With this thought making my mouth water, I rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

[...]

I park my car in one of the spots right in front of the diner, grab my bag and coat since the city occasionally has some pretty chilly winds. As soon as I step into the diner, I’m greeted by the delightful smell of freshly brewed coffee and bacon with eggs, instantly transporting me to old New York in the 1960s. Before I know it, my eyes are closed, and a subtle smile graces my lips. When I open them again, several elderly men and women are staring at me with strange looks, as if I were some kind of weirdo.

Embarrassed, I quickly make my way to the last table near the large windows. A few minutes later, a beautiful young woman approaches me:

— Welcome to Wendy’s Food. What can I get you? — she asks with a tired yet friendly smile. I read her name on her badge, which says: Léna.

— Good morning. — I return her smile. — What’s the most popular dish here?

She lets out a little laugh and replies:

— Scrambled eggs with bacon.

— Then I’ll have that.

— Okay. — She notes it down on her little notepad. — Anything to drink?

— Hmm… — I mumble, picking up the menu and giving it a quick glance. — Lemon iced tea.

— Sure! — She writes again. — Your order will be ready soon. Would you like a cup of coffee?

— Oh... I…

— It’s on the house for tourists. — I look at her, surprised. Does everyone in this town know I’m an outsider? Seriously? It’s not like I’m the most different-looking person here; I’m not even blonde or redheaded. — Excuse me?…

— How do I know you’re a tourist? — I nod. — You asked what the most popular dish is, and everyone who lives here knows it’s scrambled eggs with bacon.

— Good point. — I shrug. — I’ll take the coffee.

While waiting for Léna to bring the coffee, I pull out my phone and turn on mobile data. As expected, a flood of notifications rolls across my screen, almost freezing my phone. I quickly let Quinne know that the book stuff is going well and reply to my parents about how I’m doing. Just as I put my phone away, Léna brings me a piping hot coffee and moves on to serve other customers.

As I take a sip of my coffee, the diner’s doorbell chimes, and I see someone walk in. That’s when I literally burn my lips on the coffee. The culprit behind my little mishap is, without a doubt, the most gorgeous and smoldering man I’ve ever seen—even more than the characters from my books. He’s tall, with well-defined, deliciously proportional muscles. His skin is slightly tanned, smooth, and free of any blemishes or hair. His eyes are almond-shaped and dark, and his lips... oh, his lips are the most luscious and tempting thing I’ve ever seen. Sweet Jesus, he could easily beat Henry Cavill in the "most handsome man in the world" category.

— Shit. — I curse under my breath as the heat stings my lips.

— You alright there? — A deep, velvety voice addresses me, and when I follow the sound, it’s the gorgeous man who made me burn my mouth.

— Oh... I-I’m fine. — He just nods, looking at me intently, and holy shit, I might have dampened my panties and felt my clit throb stupidly just from a damn look.

The hottie joins a group of six men who walked in with him, all of them good-looking too, but none quite as much as him. Strangely, they seem to command a lot of respect here because all the chatter in the diner stops, replaced by an odd silence.

Léna drops off my order and heads over to their table, and I could swear I saw her kiss one of them. To avoid further embarrassment, I decide to focus on eating, heading back home, and doing what I actually came here to do. However, it’s hard to concentrate when I feel like I’m being watched, and that same sensation I felt earlier in the morning returns.

Even though I should be scared or worried—because it could very well be some damn psycho stalking me—I don’t feel anything close to fear or concern. It’s more like a sense of unease and yearning, as if I need to find someone or something.

[...]

I’m running down a deserted road, not knowing what was chasing me, but whatever it was, it filled me with fear. I couldn’t scream or call for help—it felt like my vocal cords had been ripped out. The more I ran, the more the road seemed endless. Just as I approached a village, the thing chasing me caught up, and I couldn’t break free because it was too strong. But before I could wake from this terrible nightmare, I heard a distant voice saying: He is your savior, your destined companion, and you are the chosen one to bring him peace.

I bolt upright in bed, my heart pounding frantically, and I still feel the grip of what caught me. The fear lingers, even though I know it was just a nightmare.

The silver light of the moon filters through the bedroom window, and I can’t believe I’ve only slept for a few hours—it feels like much longer. The last thing I remember was resting my head on the pillow after hours of typing, and I’m sure I went to bed quite late.

Sliding out of bed, I shiver, my mouth dry as cotton. I place the pillow back and slowly make my way down the hallway to the bathroom. With each step, I feel like I’m being watched, and for a moment, it terrifies me.

Peeling off my T-shirt, I shudder at the sensation of cold sweat trickling down my back. I let the shirt drop to the floor and step out of my jeans. I turn on the bathtub, letting cold water flow, and step in while still in my lingerie, gradually feeling my body calm down.

After spending nearly the entire day writing, using my nightmare as bizarre inspiration, I look for my best outfit in my suitcase. On a whim, I decide to visit the town’s bar—maybe a drink and some dancing will help me with the book and give me some much-needed fun.

Since the house I’m staying in isn’t far from town and there’s still some daylight left, I take a walk, enjoying my own company at the end of the day.

As soon as I enter the bar, I notice there aren’t many people—some older men are drinking beer and occasionally glancing at the waitress’s rear. There are only two young men at a table near the door, but they don’t seem particularly happy. An old country song plays over the speakers, the lighting is dim, and the place feels more like a funeral than a bar.

— What’ll it be, ma’am? — The old bartender asks as I sit on a stool in front of him.

— Hmmm… do you have Bombay Sapphire Gin? — He gives me a look as if I’ve spoken in another language, and I immediately hear someone laughing beside me.

— This isn’t New York. — That voice, I could never forget it. When I turn to confirm my suspicion, I find myself face-to-face with the handsome guy from the diner. — The fanciest drink you’ll find here is cheap bourbon.

— We don’t have that here, ma’am. — the bartender says, looking slightly embarrassed.

— That’s okay. — I smile. — I’ll have what he’s having.

The diner guy grins and raises an eyebrow. Moments later, the bartender hands me a cold bottle of beer. I take a sip and nearly spit it out—it’s the worst beer I’ve ever tasted! The guy must’ve noticed because he starts laughing at me again.

— Jesus! This is awful. — I grimace. — It tastes like kerosene and corn.

His laughter grows louder, and I can’t help but laugh along.

— Joe, get her that bourbon on the rocks. — he says to the bartender, still chuckling. — You’re funny, city girl.

I smile as Joe serves the woody-tasting drink, which, thank God, is much better.

— Hmm…

— Much better, right? — I nod.

— Why do you drink that beer?

— I learned to like it. — he shrugs. — So, are you just visiting?

— Actually, I’m here for work.

— Oh! — He feigns interest, smirking. — What kind of work brings you to this thrilling town?

— I’m a writer of fictional romance novels.

— So, you write porn? — I give him a smile.

— I’d call it beautiful porn. — He smiles back.

— I expected you to get mad at me.

— Why? — I take another sip of the bourbon.

— I thought calling your work porn would offend you somehow.

— Oh, not at all! It’s my job, and I love doing it.

— That’s interesting. — he says with a slightly lascivious grin. — What are you writing about now?

— A supernatural romance.

— Tell me more.

— No. — I smile. — You’ll have to wait to find out.

— Fair enough. — he grins and takes another sip of his beer. — By the way, what’s your name?

— Candace Turner. — I offer my hand. — And yours?

— Namjoon. — he says, shaking my hand.

We talk for a long time about random things, laughing quite a bit. I avoid personal topics—I don’t want to create any awkwardness with a guy I’ll likely never see again once I leave. I’ve also had too much bourbon—not enough to be drunk out of my mind, but just enough to feel light and a little sleepy.

— Well, I think I should get going.

— Do you need a ride? — I stare at him for a good minute. Damn, he’s gorgeous. — What?

— I’m trying to figure out if you’re a serial killer.

— Oh, yes, you caught me. Should I kill you now that you know my secret? — I laugh, but his intense gaze makes me blush.

— I’m staying in a house about 30 minutes from here. I can walk.

— No way! — He exclaims, standing up as I do. — Come on, I’ll give you a ride.

— Joe, should I trust him? — I ask the bartender, who’s wiping down glasses.

The old man smiles.

— Yes. Mr. Kim is a good guy.

— Mr. Kim? — I raise an eyebrow.

— I can answer your questions on the way. — Namjoon says.

As we leave the bar, Namjoon walks to a pickup truck parked right in front, opens the door for me, and climbs in after me.

— So, you own the nature reserve? — I ask as he starts the car.

— Not just me. It belongs to my family, too. — he says, focusing on the road. — It was my father’s wish that we all live together before he passed.”

— Oh, I’m sorry.

— It’s fine. It’s been a while. — he gives me a small smile and glances at me briefly.

Thirty minutes later, Namjoon parks in front of the house, staring at me. His gaze alternates between my lips and my eyes. If he wants to kiss me as much as I want to kiss him, I’ll take the chance. If it’s all just my slightly drunken imagination, I’ll pretend it never happened.

— Go ahead. — I say, unbuckling my seatbelt and leaning closer.

That’s all it takes—he becomes the first guy with quick reflexes I’ve ever met, because seconds later, his soft lips are on mine, giving me the best kiss I’ve ever had.

His hands roam my hair and my waist, pulling me closer, and with a bit of sass on my part, I get out of my seat and jump onto his lap, running my fingers down his chest, tracing the ridge between his pectoral muscles and down over his nipple. He makes it sound like something you'd hear from an animal, deep and low in his throat, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

We're so desperate that we've made a point of skipping any foreplay, and soon his hand is hiking my dress up to my waist, just as he lets his cock out. He pushes my panties to the side, and when his fingers delve into my wet pussy, I hear him growl, literally, and it turns me on so much that I moan out loud.

It's primal, like he's a predator and I'm the prey. Except he's the one sitting on his back, and I'm the one straddling him, my knees on either side of his body. His bare cock, hot between my legs, and as I push down on his shaft, he groans my name.

— Candace…

He repeats the word again, and I don’t wait for him to say it a third time. I just guide him inside, eased by my wetness. I savor the feel of his thickness filling me. Riding him, skin to skin, his bare cock inside me, I fuck him. It feels familiar, like I’ve done this a million times before.

His hands slide up the sides of my waist, to my chest, and he cups my breasts, his thumbs stroking my hard nipples. I start to let go, letting go of the feeling of being with him, riding him as he turns me on and on.

I’m so close, and he grips my waist tightly, his hands pushing me down hard on his cock, his thrusts shorter and faster.

“Baby. — he says, his voice sensual. — I want you to cum for me..

— I'm on the edge, so close, about to cum. — I almost stutter as I say.

With a few more movements, I feel his cock swell, and when we both reach ecstasy, I can feel a fine pain in my shoulder. Namjoon had bitten me, maybe to keep me from moaning too loudly, but that doesn't bother me.

[...]

Nearly two days had passed since I arrived in Missoula, and after what happened at the diner and bar, I isolated myself in the house. Not because of him, but because the whole situation oddly gave me an unprecedented drive to write, and I can say I was very close to finishing my first book.

But today, I wanted to give myself a break, so I started looking up things to do or nearby restaurants to visit. That’s when I found a small town about thirty minutes from Missoula that, coincidentally, was hosting an event to celebrate something.

I decided to wear a red velvet skirt that reached mid-thigh, paired with black tights to keep my legs warm, a black turtleneck sweater, boots, and an elegant beret to add a French touch, even though I was in America. I grabbed everything I needed and headed to the little town to enjoy the event, maybe have some fun, and forget about the looming deadline for my book series, which I needed to deliver in less than a year.

The small town was called Wye, a place with few residents, and like Missoula, most of them were older folks with very few young people around. The event was called Hunting Day, as one of the locals explained to me. It’s a celebration where the townspeople gather for a large barbecue and party to honor their hunting spoils. Until I reached the display of their "spoils," I thought it would be buffalo or deer hunting, but no. There was a special area in the event where they showcased the animals they had hunted, which turned out to be massive wolves.

The story I’d read online about Montana wolves began to feel very real—they were enormous. People took photos, and some prayed, thanking God for protection from "demons," but I found the whole situation disgusting and brutal. Despite being dangerous animals, they didn’t deserve to be killed simply for being what they are. I distanced myself from the horror show and focused on eating the local foods, watching a few performances, and enjoying some live music.

At the end of the day, as night fell, I headed back to my car to return home and get back to writing. I had only a few days left in Missoula, and I couldn’t afford to waste more time. However, less than five minutes from Missoula, my car began to slow down until it stopped entirely on a dark road with no sign of life around. Though it was still early, Missoula was no New York City, so the chances of someone passing by anytime soon were slim. And to make things worse, it was a cold night, meaning even fewer people were likely to come by to help or give me a ride.

“No... no...” I murmured as the car stalled and I tried to start it again. “Come on...”

I tried to start it three times, and with my vast knowledge of cars, I concluded that the battery had died. I took out my phone, intending to call someone, but the “No Signal” message appeared, practically inviting me to swear up a storm. That’s what I got for coming to a place like this and wanting to stay off the grid.

Admittedly, walking down a dark road was far from ideal, but staying in the car until morning without a heater wasn’t an option either—I didn’t want to freeze to death. I got out of the car with only my bag and phone, locked it, and decided I’d call a tow truck or find a mechanic in the morning.

Using my phone’s flashlight to see the road, I began walking, the cold wind whipping my face. Within minutes, the unsettling feeling of being watched crept over me, soon accompanied by the sense that I was being followed. But this time, the sensations weren’t the same as before. These filled me with fear, and though I might have been overthinking, I started hearing footsteps mixed with the noises of some animal. That made me quicken my pace.

As I approached the sign indicating I was entering Missoula, something gray darted across my path, making me stop and hyperventilate from the cold. The growling grew louder, so I turned my phone’s flashlight toward where the creature had passed. And when the beam hit it, I froze.

It was an abomination—a mix of wolf and human, standing mere meters away from me. Its bared teeth were dripping with saliva, and its eyes glowed yellow. From the waist down, it had the body of an animal, but its face was monstrous. Its mouth protruded slightly, an incomplete transformation of its snout. It had enormous fangs, clawed hands, and light gray fur covering its skin.

The scream rising in my throat failed to escape, and I don’t know how, but I found the strength to drop my phone and run blindly into the forest. Maybe it was foolish to run since I’d be dinner one way or another, but at least I was trying to save myself. Was it too much to hope the half-wolf was old and too lazy to chase me? What a way to die, huh? Eaten by a wolf—or whatever that thing was—that, coincidentally, resembled the protagonist of my own book. Can you imagine the headlines? “Famous Writer Mauled by Wolf—Plot Twist Mirrors Her Lupine Romance Novel.”

My legs trembled and faltered, but I didn’t stop running. Branches scratched my skin, leaving marks as I heard the pounding of the wolf’s paws behind me. Each growl sent chills up my spine.

Death followed me, hunted me, wanted me. But it would not win. It could not.

I pushed my body to its limit, chest heaving as I ran. The wolf’s pursuit grew closer. I wasn’t an athlete with superhuman endurance, and every hurried step brought me closer to collapse. My lungs burned, and I desperately needed water.

Hope vanished when my left foot caught in a hole, sending me tumbling down a small slope. I rolled until my head struck a tree trunk, leaving me dazed and in agony. My whole body ached as I began to cry—not just from the pain but because I knew I was going to die a horrible, tragic death. My parents would be devastated. Quinne would grieve for days, and my true fans would flood Twitter with mourning hashtags, demanding justice for the wolves.

The gray wolf stood at the top of the incline where I lay. The scent of my blood made its nostrils flare as it licked its sharp teeth. I tried to stay still, not wanting to provoke it. It growled loudly and crouched, ready to attack.

This is it, I thought, closing my eyes and bracing for the pain of those teeth tearing into me. But it never came.

Daring to open my eyes, I saw a white wolf leap onto the gray one. As if one wolf wasn’t terrifying enough, now there were two, fighting to decide who would eat me first.

The gray wolf whimpered in pain as the white one sank its massive fangs into its flesh. Despite its best efforts, the gray wolf was no match for the larger, stronger white wolf, a complete creature, not a half-human hybrid. The final blow came as the white wolf delivered a savage, brutal bite to the gray wolf’s jugular. I watched blood gush out, staining the white wolf’s fur and making it appear even more menacing.

As the white wolf dropped the lifeless body, it began approaching me gracefully. With each step, it transformed, shifting into a stunningly handsome human figure. Maybe I was delirious from pain and fear, but his muscular, blood-streaked body was mesmerizing.

My vision blurred, and my head throbbed. Just before I lost consciousness, I thought I heard Namjoon’s voice reassuring me that everything would be okay and that I was safe. Even in my delusions, he was there.

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aloneatpeace · 2 years ago

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The polls result is here . And I'm ready to move forward with the fic. I'm still a new baby to writing fic there will be mistakes. This is fan fiction it's not real and purely created to for those who like it. For me fan fiction is the only thing that helped me escape real world for some times aside from music . And i believe lot of people are like that .

I kindly ask those who don't like it don't consume it. Don't come at me I'm very fragile... Seriously i overthink alot it's unhealthy.

Writing takes time so, baer with me, it's not the perfect fic but I'll try my best.

And for those who waiting for the fic which make me so excited and happy 😁😊😌 thank you so much . The first chapter is cooking it's will be out soon.

Have a good one . ✌️❤️

Help me please.

As you know i wanted to write bts fic but I'm not a hardcore fan. I wouldn't call myself army because that would disrespectful for the real army. I know there is tons of fan fiction out there of bts members. But I'm a little hesitant to write because these are real people not characters from a tv or movie played by actors . They are not fictional. But if i write one would that be disrespectful to them, i don't want that. And the character personality would be different, would that offensive i don't know. Maybe I'm thinking to much into it but please tell if it's okey write the fic maybe i could change the name but they look like them. Please tell me

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tryingtoremembermyname · 1 year ago

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other members :

yoongi

hoseok

jungkook

jimin

taehyung

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smolwritingchick · 1 year ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 20- American Hustle Life Episode 3

Chapter Summary: Jennie talks about her passion for freestyle dancing as she and the guys are put to the test to prove their dancing skills. After being called out to dance, Jennie proves she doesn't need the guys to dance for her. Jen works alongside Suga in the dance competition. Jen and Jungkook are interviewed about their friendship

Words: 6,000+

Genre: Jennie and Yoongi fluff!! YoonJen! Also Jennie and Jungkook fluff! JenKook!

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'A new morning in LA starts'

'What is BTS' morning like?'

Jennie watched in amusement as Nate yelled for help when he tossed the BTS stuffed animals all over him, goofing off with Tae.

After goofing around, Jen and the rest of the members sit on the couch. Each member had on a white shirt with their name on it. "When I woke up in the morning, this was next to my head." Suga held his BTS doll in his hands, looking at it in confusion.

"What could this be?" J-Hope questioned, holding onto his.

"I think it's cute." Jennie looked at her doll, which had a cute smile on it.

"V-Pikachu!"

'Character Dolls that look exactly like BTS'

Everyone's attention turns to the screen when they hear the announcement, "BTS! Challenge to the real Hip-Hop dance!"

"This'll be fun." Jen spoke up in English.

"Why is it dancing again~" V whined.

"It's dancing!" J-Hope stood up, excited.

"Who's the best dancer here?" Nate asked.

"J-Hope." V pointed to him

"Show, show me! Show me!" Suga shook him

J-Hope sampled a little bit of Michael Jackson in his dancing. "We have a dance machine." Suga called out Jin.

"Ah, why do I come out." Jin stood up. "What do you want me to show?"

"Hip hop bounce!" V cheered.

Jin started bouncing up and down while Jen giggled. And then he started doing his trademark traffic dance.

"Rap Monster, everybody's a really, really good dancer. Everybody's good." Tony praised.

"Thank you!" V said in his cute English voice

"Anybody could win this competition. You could win this competition." Tony pointed to Jin.

"Who's ready to do a dance competition?"

"ME!" Rap Monster shouted.

"So eager!" Jennie laughed as they all got pumped up.

Jennie (I'm a little nervous about the dance competition because I really haven't showcased my dance skills. I do hope that whatever this competition is, I can do well)

'Whatever you guys are imagining, you will see past that expectation. BTS! You have confidence, right?'

'Arrived at the mission place, the dance studio!'

Jen had on a pair of ripped jeans and a black muscle shirt, exposing her arms, while the guys started goofing around. They all attempt to jump up to touch the ceiling.

"Let me try!" Jen ran up and jumped up, trying to touch the ceiling. She managed to grab onto it and jumped down. "Yeah! That was lit!" She high fived V.

After goofing around, they all sit down. "I personally hope that I'm able to start liking dancing through this experience," Suga spoke up.

"Hyung, you used to do some b-boying." J-Hope pointed out

"I did do it before."

"Hyung! Show us your true b-boying skills." V requested

"I haven't done b-boying in three years." Suga explained.

"It was only one year since you did this."

"I'll only do it three more years."

"If they ask for you to show your freestyle, show that." J-Hope added.

"I'm not bad at dancing." Suga asserted

"Did hyung just say he's not bad at dancing? Rapmon laughed

"I'm not bad, you guys are misunderstanding," Suga said, making Rap Monster laugh loudly.

"Don't tie me with you! It makes me feel bad"

"To be honest, Suga Hyung is too caught between the foam."

"I don't dance bad to the point where the attention would come to me." He retorted, earning a snort from Jennie as she tried to stiff a laugh.

"Hyung! When we prepared for comebacks before, didn't we practice over a hundred times just because of hyung?" V asked.

"But that wasn't just for 'Boy in Luv', that was for every album." Jimin teased while Suga just stared at them while Rap Monster and Jimin laugh

"You act like if someone saw you, they would think that you were at the level of Chris Brown or something." Suga laughed

"BTS!" A female voice called out, making them all look around. "Are you ready to play with me? BTS! Are you ready to play with me?"

"I'M READY!" They all yell

Hip hop music comes on and a girl appears, break dancing in front of them as they all cheer and clap for her.

"Aye!" Jennie nodded.

'A special tutor who has appeared for this mission!'

'Whoa! Jenny Kita! A Japanese-American dancer who is one of the top dancers in America!'

'A dancer for famous artists such as PSY, Madonna, Gwen Stefani, Jenny Kita!'

"Now that I can see what you could do as a group, I wanna see what you guys can do individually. I wanna see what style, what vibe you bring solo." Jenny said.

"Pants! My pants! Oh my God! Pants!" Jimin touched his jeans, trying to explain.

"So, does anyone wanna go first?" She asked.

"I'll go!" Jennie raised her hand

"All right! Ladies first!" Jenny smiled and clapped for her.

After freestyling, doing quick, random hip hop moves, everyone clapped for her.

"All right, who is next?" Jenny looked around.

"Let's avoid eye contact," Jin murmured

"Ok, how about...this one." She pointed to V as he grinned

One by one, the guys went on to show their dance tutor their dance moves.

"Oh snap! Okay! Okay!" Jennie hyped up Suga when he started B-Boying as the rest of the guys got hyped up, cheering him on and laughing.

"Nice!" Jenny clapped. "Now I'm going to split you all into groups."

"You're going to divide us" Jimin questioned.

'Going to divide them into dance units depending on their skills'

"Go ahead, and turn around." She requested as she picked out the groups.

Jennie felt her grab her arm and make her go back with Jimin, Jungkook and J-Hope.

'What is the fate of the remaining lower dance students?'

Jenny decided to put Rap Monster with Jimin, and Jin with J-Hope. Then she decided to put Suga with Jennie.

"Yeah!" Suga happily cheered and high fived his partner.

Jen (I'll admit, I was so happy when she put me with Suga. I look up to him. I love his rapping, he's been a huge inspiration to me since I started in BTS. My weaknesses are his strengths, and my strengths are his weaknesses. Together, we'll work hard to try to beat the other guys. I believe we'll make a great team.)

'Dance hole in BTS?'

Jin (I danced every single day without missing a day. And that's my status now. Saying I need to move my body, need to follow the rhythm, things like that were so scary to me.)

Jimin and Rap Monster were called Team Swag, Jungkook and V were called Team Trouble, Jin and J-Hope were called Team Step Up, and Jennie and Suga were called Team Fierce.

'The next day'

Everyone headed back to the dance studio, stretching and randomly dancing. Jennie decided to keep stretching until Jenny arrived. Jennie wore sweatpants and a grey hoodie with sneakers and her hair was out in loose curls.

"What's up, guys? How do you guys feel?" Jenny greeted

"Great!" Jennie clapped.

"Feels good!" Jimin said in English

"I'm so good!" Suga followed suit

"Good! You guys did really well last time we danced together. I gave you some pointers, and some things to think about and to feel when you're dancing. So, we also picked the weakest link from each team, right? So we're gonna have each weakest link show me how you can improve, by battling it out with some special guest dancers."

"What!?" BTS and Jen shout, looking astonished.

Jen (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha...WHAT!? HUH!?)

"It's hardening, his expression is hardening." J-Hope teased Jin who was looking nervous.

"Each of you are going to battle one by one with some special guest dancers that we have for you." Jenny revealed. "Win 4 rounds and go to the next level."

"How do we win?" Suga asked

"We can't win!" Rap Monster whined in English

"Confidence!" Jennie patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's just do it bluntly, be blunt." J-Hope advised.

"Worst case scenario would be all three of us losing in a row." Suga mentioned.

"If all three lose, then all of us will go out and dance together at the same time." Jimin suggested.

"Come out at the same time and beat them all, okay?"

"Get revenge on them, for us." Jin added

"This is funny." J-Hope giggled.

"This is funny? I'm serious right now." Jin exclaimed as the dancers started entering the room. A group of males and females walked in, standing before them, looking intimidating.

"Well...this should be fun." Jennie murmured.

'The dancers who will go against them in a dance battle have entered'

Jen (As soon as I saw them walk in, the butterflies in my stomach came out of nowhere. What if I'm called out to dance? And will I be able to deliver? I get critical about my dancing. I always feel like I can do better and better. And I will one day. I just hope if I am picked, I can win. Because I like to win and I'm very passionate about freestyle dancing. It's so fun and makes me feel so...alive, I guess, haha. Lack of a better word.)

Jin (How could we beat people who have good grooves since birth? Wait, not how we can win against them, but more like, what should we do about this? I only had thoughts about what I should do.)

"I feel like they'll be too good." J-Hope observed the dancers in front of him.

"Jennie, you all right? You haven't said anything. V put his hands on her shoulders from behind.

"Oh, I'm fine." She answered in a serious tone, analyzing each dancer in front of her.

Jen (I take freestyling more seriously than when I'm usually taught choreography at times because when it's time for a dance battle, I like to go all out. I used to do dance battles with friends and other people when I was back in America. After school, during recess, and dance classes, it was so fun. But I ended up losing, most of the time and it made me feel bummed. I felt like I wasn't good enough, y'know? But I should keep in mind, that the people I've battled danced longer than me, practiced more than me, and I can't be discouraged. I need to keep trying and learn more. So, I hope I'm on their level, whoever I may face. And learn from them.)

"They're real dancers." Suga pointed out, feeling intimidated.

"And so are we." Jennie replied. "We got this. Relax. Don't be intimidated. Trust your skills."

"Everyone's serious, right now." Jungkook adjusted his hat.

"Nice to meet you!" V said in English, waving at them.

"So this is a special little crew of dancers that I put together to battle you guys. This is BTS, they came to LA to learn about hip-hop culture." Jenny pointed out as the dancers nodded. "Okay, so who do we have first?"

"Suga!" Jen and the rest of the guys called out as he raised his hand.

"Aye! You got this!" Jennie fistbumped him. "Show em that we're Team Fierce!"

"I feel like I'm showing all my weak points and embarrassing sides after coming to America." Suga stood in the middle.

"Go Suga! Go Suga!" Jimin chanted in a deep voice

Suga shook hands with the male dancer in the red shirt as they met in the middle.

"All right! Cue music!" Jenny announced.

Suga started b-boying again, confidently attacking first. His moves were fluid and smooth. He stepped up to the guy and put two of his fingers in front of his eyes and turned it to his before turning to the side and hip bumping against the guy.

"I cannot believe he just did that! Hahaha!" Jennie laughed as the guy leaned back, covering his mouth.

"First round, Suga!" Jenny announced.

"Yeah! Gimme some!" Jennie jumped up and hugged him. "That's what I'm talking about!"

Jennie (I'm so proud of him! Team Fierce, baby!)

Jimin (I think Suga hyung started off on a very good start.)

Suga (Rather than say I did well, I think I was just lucky)

Suga was in high spirits as he goofed around but then another guy jumped up in front of him, making him scurry back.

"Next round, BTS Member, Rap Monster!" Jenny announced.

"Oh my God." He looked up at the ceiling and stepped forward

"Go Rap Mon! Go Rap Mon!" Jimin cheered.

The dance team pushed forward a guy in a black clap as they cheered loudly for him.

Rap Monster (When I went in front, I couldn't think of anything. I just did what my body told me to do.)

The guy in the black cap started performing his skilled dance moves, making Jennie nod in approval. Suddenly the guy backfliped, as a chorus of ohs surrounded the room.

Jennie (*Throws arms up in the air* I'm DONE!)

Rap Monster started doing his goofy dance, while the guy just looked around, questioning what he was doing.

'Will win through his expressions rather than his dancing'

After they finish, Jenny points to the dancing team as the winners.

'Rap Mon loses'

'Bangtan:1, America:1. The victory is back to the starting point!'

"In my opinion, hyung could have totally won over that guy. I told you before hyung started, that you can win if you just do it calmly." Jimin addressed.

"I did do it, calmly." Rap Monster exclaimed.

"Hyung, couldn't show everything he has. I hope that when Jin hyung does it, he'll do it calmly."

"I will do all I can!" Jin replied.

"Onto the next round with Jin!" Jenny announced as Kris Kross' Jump came on. Jennie immediately began dancing to the beat, enjoying the nostalgia. Jin started off dancing first but got overshadowed by the guy's grinding on the floor.

Jennie (Oh...no.)

Jin started doing his trademark hip hop bounce as the guy followed his move.

'The dance team competitor who is drunk in his own feel'

"AHHHHH!" BTS yell while Jennie put her hands over her head, freaking out over Jin and his opponent going head to head in the traffic dance.

"Okay guys, that was really good. But I have to give it to this side." Jenny points to the dancer's side.

'Losing twice in a row!'

Jin (I was really provoked while doing it with that person. He was so drunk in his own feel that he didn't even look at me. I really disliked him.)

Jimin (If it went accordingly, I would think that Jin hyung would win, but well standards are different.)

"Alright, so good job guys! The results from that battle was that our special guest crew got two wins. Only two more to go." Jenny acknowledged

"I can't accept it!" Jimin exclaimed.

Jennie (I could just feel myself getting riled up. I always get like this when it comes to dance battles. Like I really don't want us to go out like this. I was tempted to ask if I could dance but J-Hope beat me to it. So, I'll continue to just watch)

"Let's step on them! Jimin-ah, let's step on them!" J-Hope suggested.

"Can another team from our side go out and battle it out?" Jimin requested.

"All right so who's going to go first from BTS?" Jenny asked.

"Shall I go out?" Jimin stepped forward.

"Jimin! Jiminie!" Suga shouted, clapping.

Jimin turned his attention to his opponent and said in English, "You! No dance. Listen to music, okay? Basics are important."

"Basics?" J-Hope looked on in confusion

"Come again?" Jennie raised a brow.

"Jimin doesn't have basics," Rapmon added.

Jennie (Jimin, what are you doing?)

"All right, ready? Cue music!" Jenny announced.

The guy in the black cap danced first and ended up pushing Jimin back when he started to dance.

A scoff came out of Jennie as she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Unaware that a few girls in the dance crew were watching, whispering to each other.

Jen (No. Just no. Are you kidding me? Really?)

Jennie looked on in disapproval. "Why'd you have to touch him, though?" She called out.

J-Hope (My blood just started boiling)

Rap Monster (His bad manners were just too much.)

Jen (You see, I'm used to that, unlike the guys but I had to learn to understand what other cultures might think so I had to make sure to tone it down when I came to South Korea. So, when I saw him push Jimin, I got upset. Like, be mindful of others' cultures.)

The guy pushed Jimin again when he started dancing and Jenny called him out on it, shaking her head in disapproval. The guy backflipped while Jennie continued throwing shade at the guy with her facial expressions.

Jen (No. No honey, no. That's all I gotta say.)

"That round goes to Jimin because he has better musicality," Jenny said. "And precision with his like, body control. So! Give it up for Jimin, he did a great job."

Jennie (Two to two! Yeah boy!)

The next round was between Jungkook and another guy. "You got this, Kookie!" Jennie cheered.

Jungkook started B-Boying and went up to the guy who was shorter than him, and stepped up to him, using his height as an advantage.

"Oooooohhhhhh!"

Jennie (Haha, Ah...Jungkook. I love him! He's the best. That was funny.)

Out of nowhere, Jungkook flipped over but ended up tumbling down on the ground, hitting the floor hard as everyone around him oh'ed, loudly. Jennie cringed at the sight, covering her mouth with her right hand in shock.

After his fall, Jungkook's opponent began his attack of dance moves, dancing quickly, making smooth and effortless floor moves.

Suga (That person was...he had a different class. He was really a dancer.)

Jenny raised the guy's hand in victory as the dancing team had three points while BTS had two points.

"Don't do anything that you don't have. Like you did your flip. And you landed hard. That right there, you could get messed up." Odin, the dancer Jungkook just battled advised. "And the judge is gonna see that, "Oh, he didn't get it.' So I want you to do only what you have. Don't do anything you don't have in battle."

After listening to his words of wisdom, everyone clapped for him.

"Hey, the girl. The girl in the back." The black girl with the blue shirt called out, pointing to BTS.

"Jennie?" Jungkook pointed to her as the rest of the members revealed her standing behind.

Loud ohs were heard from everyone as Jennie looked up. She looked around to see everyone staring at her.

Jimin (Ah...Jennie has been called out. I always wanted to see how she dances in America.)

"Huh? Me?" Looking like a deer caught in headlights, Jennie widened her eyes, not expecting to be called out.

"Yeah...you." The girl walked up to the middle, filled with confidence. "I saw your expressions. You face me. I want to see how good you are. Since you want to make those expressions, let's see if you can back up your dance skills."

Another round of oohs was heard around the room while Jen let out a short chuckle.

Jennie (Heh, heh...excuse me?)

"Remember to listen to the music, Jennie," Jimin advised.

"You got this, Jennie!" Jungkook cheered for her.

"Come on, you and me, one on one. Let's go. Unless you're scared~." The girl teased, motioning for her to step up. "Don't let the guys dance for you." She continued calling her out while everyone ooh'ed at her attack.

Jennie (Hahaha...this girl....)

"Okay. Okay." Jennie mumbled to herself as she took off her hoodie, revealing her muscle shirt.

She took off one of her black hair ties, putting her hair in a ponytail, earning oohs from the dancers as they joked around with the girl in the blue shirt that Jennie was about to get serious.

"All right, if you insist. Let's go." Jennie stepped up, to the middle while everyone started cheering. She faced off with the girl who was a few inches taller than her.

Jen (I was always nervous about dancing like I usually would dance in America because things are different in South Korea. But this is a competition and I want to win. So, whenever I'm in competitions, I tend to get even more extra. Like really extra. So, I am glad that I'm back home in America. I want my team to win. I don't want to let the guys down...so...hopefully they won't think I'm too crazy. Or Ghetto...I'm so nervous. Ah...what are they going to think? What am I going to do? She called me out, I'm not backing down.)

"Come on, Jen! You got this!" J-Hope cheered her on.

Jen (And of course it just HAD to be Missy Elliot's Lose Control. UGH! Now I gotta go in! Let's do this!)

Music make you lose control

As soon as the beat dropped, Jennie and the girl break it down, pumping their chests up and down to the beat along with their butts. Both of their teams started cheering for them, getting hyped up.

Jin (What is going on!? How is she moving her body like this!? I can't do that! Is her butt supposed to move like this!? Do we need to call 911!? What is going on!? Jennie! Wow!)

Rap Monster (We're men, uh, I cannot move my butt like that. Jennie, you got that, girl. She's killin' it.)

I got a cute face

Jennie pointed to her face, strutting forward to the girl.

Chubby waist

She ran her hands down to her waist

Thick legs in shape

Running her hands down to her thighs, she dropped down to the floor. She came back up and dropped down to the floor a couple of times while booty shaking effortlessly as the girl crossed her arms, looking on.

Rump shakin' both ways

Jennie stood up and looked both ways, pretending that she was surprised as 'Make you do a double take' was heard

Jennie (I'm back home! I'm gonna dance and shake what my mama gave me. What you got!? It's on, now!)

Exhaling, Jennie crossed her arms as she watched the girl try to one up her dance moves. They went even harder than they did the first few moments of the song.

Planet rocker, show stopper

Flow proper, head knocker

Beat scholar, tail dropper

Do my thang, motherfucker

My Rolls Royce, Lamborghini

Blue Madena, always beamin

Rag top, chrome pipes

Blue lights, outta sight

(Long weave) sewed in

(Say it again) sewed in

Make that money, throw it in

Booty bouncin, gone head

Having enough of watching her, Jennie started to dance again as they both slid side to side. Out of nowhere, the girl decided to get close and stand right in front of her before blowing right in her face, making everyone ooh.

Out of nowhere, Jennie clapped right in front of her face, making the girl stumble back out of shock. Taking advantage, she decided to krump with aggression.

"Go Jennie!" V cheered, jumping up and down.

"That's my dance partner! That's my dance partner!" Suga happily announced, pointing at her.

J-Hope (I was not aware that Jennie could dance like this. We need to have a talk. We need to dance together!)

Everybody here - get it out of control

Get your backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so

As soon as the tone slowed down in the song, Jennie slowly moved her upper body before popping her chest to the beat and then moving her hips.

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

(Just throw your hands in the air!)

Everybody here - get it out of control

Get your backs off the wall, cause Misdemeanor said so

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody

(Just throw your hands in the air!)

Freestyling, Jen blew a kiss to her opponent before dropping down to the floor, dancing on her knees while the girl tried to copy.

"Great job! That was aggressive, from the both of you." Jenny looked impressed while the team clapped for the girls. Out of breath, and a little sweaty, Jennie was happy when Jenny announced her as the winner of the dance battle.

"Yeah!" BTS cheered as they ran up to her. Rap Monster and Jin picked her up, having a parade while she laughed.

Jennie (AYE~ I won~)

Jungkook (Jennie...she's so cool.)

Jimin (I never knew she could dance like that. She did really well)

Last up was J-Hope to attempted to win the battle for his team. "Think about the old days! Let's go!" Rapmon cheered.

'I am the hope of BTS' dance, J-Hope'

Effortlessly, J-Hope went back to his old dancing days and showed off his skills.

"Yas Hope!" Jennie clapped with enthusiasm.

"J-Hope please win!" Jimin cheered

The dancer danced modern dance as wiggle wiggle came on. J-Hope came out and danced around, playfully before getting serious.

"Aye! Aye! Aye! Aye!" Jennie clapped, nodding her head

"Hey, that was nice!" Jenny said as she held both of their hands to point out who the winner was. "I don't know..."

'Who is the final winner of the dance battle!?'

"The final round winner!" Jenny raised J-Hope's hand as BTS celebrated.

Jennie (That's my boy! I'm so happy)

J-Hope (I was able to feel the electricity and feelings that I haven't been able to feel in a while.)

V (He would only show popping on shows and never show his actual dancing. He would only dance like Hwibohwibohwibo hwimang hwimang hwimang hwimang~. If you look at videos, he's like that for all of them. They probably didn't know his skills were at this level.)

Jungkook (He was a dancer who did b-boying, but that person was really a pro. He was an opponent I just couldn't beat.)

After dancing, Jen and the guys eat lunch, taking a break from dancing.

"Jennie! We didn't know you could dance like that! What else can you do?" Jimin teased.

"Ah...thanks. I'm always used to that type of dancing. I was just a little nervous about what you guys might think."

"Well that was badass, that's for sure." Rapmon complimented.

"Really? Thanks, guys."

"We need to dance together," J-Hope mentioned as she nodded in approval.

After eating they gather around to Jenny. "Welcome to your last challenge. This is called the D.I.Y Challenge."

"Do it yourself?" Rap Monster asked.

"Yep, do it yourself." Jennie nodded.

"Exactly!" Jenny said. "Okay, so each team is going to be given a song that you have to make your own choreography to. But I'm going to give you three moves or elements that you have to include in your routine. The first team, Trouble! So, your song is Michael Jackson's Love never felt so good."

Rapmon started jumping up and down in excitement. "Ah! I really like this song!"

Their three dance moves are the glide, air pose and 6 step. First Jenny demonstrated the glide dance.

'A dance move where you move your feet and slide across the floor as if you're slipping. Michael Jackson's moonwalk dance was created using this dance'

Jungkook decided to try it out and got a nod of approval from Jenny.

"Okay, next group. Your song is called Gifted and it's by N.A.S.A with Kanye West and Santigold." Jenny announced.

The three dance moves they will be doing are krumping, twerking and the kick move.

"Ah...they got krumping and twerking. Lucky!" Jennie sighed.

Jenny demonstrated twerking while the guys looked on, trying to figure out how in the world they'd be able to pull it off.

"Twerking like what Jennie did earlier?" Jimin questioned, pointing to her. "I can't move my butt like that! She has a butt, I hardly have one!" He whined, making the female member laugh.

"I can't do it, I can't, I can't do that." Rap Monster exclaimed

"Wow!" V looked on

'A dance that emphasizes the flexible movement of a female's pelvis and it's a popular dance in America as pop stars such as Miley Cyrus enjoys dancing it on stage'

Jimin walked up to Jenny. "We're males." He exclaimed.

"Excuse me, we're men." Rap Monster added

"It's not that bad! You'll be fine." She giggled.

Jennie continued laughing at Rap Monster struggling and he tried to do the dance. Grabbing a bottle of water, she took a few sips.

"Wait, one second. Something keeps dangling." Rap Monster stood up

Spitting out her water, Jennie kneeled on the floor, laughing at his statement. "Oh, my God!!!"

The guys were uncontrollably loud, laughing with her.

"I didn't curse!" Rap Monster shouted. "This can be aired, right?"

"It can! It can!" V answered.

Rap Monster and Jimin try to attempt to twerk. Rap Monster's facial expressions looked a bit too racy as Jin called out.

"What are you doing?" Jennie looked on as she couldn't comprehend what was going on.

Jennie (Uh, Rapmon...you all right there buddy? You good?)

Jimin stuck his butt up in the air, trying to move his behind while Jennie continued to laugh. "His butt is angry, right now! Jimin's butt is angry!" Suga called out.

"Jimin's height is short!" V teased.

"Team step up, your song is by Pharrell and it's called Come Get It Bae." Jenny announced. Their dance moves are locking, popping, and wacking. After Jenny demonstrated, and showed them the dance moves.

"And lastly, Team Fierce, you two will be dancing to Pump It Up by Joe Budden."

Jennie (Throwback! Pump, pump, pump it up!)

The three dance moves they were chosen to do were the dougie, chest pop and stepping. After being demonstrated, Jennie and Suga attempt the moves. Suga had a bit more trouble but Jennie reassured him that they'll be fine.

"Okay so now you guys know what to do for your DIY challenge. You can separate into your teams and go choreograph your own routine using the three elements that I gave you. Good luck!" Jenny said.

Jennie and Suga decide to walk around town to find a spot. They decide to practice their dance in a vacant parking lot.

"First I'll teach you each of the dances so you can perfect them and then we'll come up with the choreography. I was thinking we should go into a dance battle and be in sync."

"Sounds good. Just bear with me." He chuckled.

"First let's start with the chest pump. Should be easy enough. All we're doing is going in and out." She pumped her chest out and brought it back a few times in a slow manner. Suga followed her movements with ease. "Okay let's do it faster. Five, six, seven, eight." They both pumped their chests out at a faster pace. "Ayeee, we got it."

Suga (Jennie, she's...very patient. I'm grateful for that. I thought she would be annoyed with me that I didn't get the dances quick enough. I enjoy dancing with her.)

After dancing and learning the choreography, they decide to play around, running back and forth to the end of the parking lot in a race. Then he grabbed her and proceeded to spin her around while she laughed.

After their little break, Jennie continued to go over the dance with him to make sure he got it.

"Thanks for being patient with me," he spoke up softly.

"Yeah, no prob. And don't feel pressured. I don't care if we win or lose. I'm having fun either way with you."

"Me too. I'm starving. Can we eat?" He suggested.

"Yeah, let's walk around, and see if we can find a place." They exit the parking lot.

They decided to walk into the first restaurant they saw. Once they walk in, they see V and Jungkook sitting at a booth.

Jungkook looked up and instantly waved at them. "Jennie!" He happily shouted as they walked over to them. Standing up, he pulled her in for a big hug, making her laugh.

"I'm happy to see you, too!" She beamed.

Jennie (Oh? You want me to talk about Jungkook? *Smiles brightly*)

Jungkook (You want me to talk about Jennie?)

Jennie (Well...)

Jungkook (Well...*Chuckles nervously and looks down* She's my best friend.)

Jennie (Do you know those friendships where you don't even remember how you guys became such great friends? To be around someone who you click with so easily and that can make your day, that's how I feel about my bond with him.)

Jungkook (I feel so comfortable around her. She makes me feel at ease. Always rooting for me. I'm grateful for her support.)

Jennie (I dunno, he just...he makes me so...)

Jungkook (She's precious to BTS. She's easygoing. I enjoy being around her. She always makes me so happy.)

Jennie (He makes me so happy. I admire his passion for singing and dancing. He's so talented. He deserves to be called Golden Maknae. Hm...I wonder what my nickname should be...Cute Maknae? Wait no, because once I'm older, I don't want to be seen as cute. I want to be seen as fierce, beautiful and badass, y'know? ARMY, help me out here.)

Jungkook (She may seem like an innocent girl, but she's not. I still can't get over what she did to my white shirts...Maybe I should prank her and start a prank war when we go back to Korea.)

Jennie (He's such a goofball, he always beats me in video games, which I can't STAND. I hate it! How does this guy win everything? No, seriously, I've been practicing all the levels of Mario Cart, with all the characters, and he STILL finds a way to beat me. Like, dude, can I win once?)

Jungkook (Oh you really don't want to know the losing streak, Jennie has. Hahaha, it's so embarrassing)

Jennie (Wait...did he tell you about my losing streak? Oh God...)

Jungkook (So far, it's 26 in a row. Hehehe.)

Jennie (He told you didn't he...? I'm going to kill him.)

"Wow, I'm here too." Suga rolled his eyes and greeted V, completely ignored by Jungkook.

They all sit down. Suga sat next to V while Jennie sat next to Jungkook.

"How's your choreography going?" Jennie asked.

"Eh...we did a little something. We just wanted to see the beach and check out the sights." V answered with a shrug.

"Wow, guys. So, productive. Shame on you, two." She looked at him and then Jungkook. Suga grabbed a menu and they all checked out the menu.

"I want pizza. You guys wanna share?" Jennie suggested and they agreed.

"Uh...Linguwai...Bburotti-v...mommy?" Suga tried to read the menu.

"Dude, it says Linguine Frutti di Mare." She corrected him. "I believe it's Italian."

"Oh. Whatever you said." He scrolled down the menu to the pizza area. "Spicy Arrabbiata?" He questioned while V laughed at his struggle.

"I'll just order for you guys, how about that?" She suggested.

"Yes, please, thank you."

"These entries are virtually illegible," Jungkook mentioned.

The waiter came to take their order. "Linguerre...Bbureu ttwidi mare?" Suga struggled to read off the menu

"He meant that he wants the Linguine Frutti di Mare." Jennie smiled at the waiter.

"Okay, do you want that in small?" The waiter asked

"Extra large?" V suggested, making Jennie widen her eyes

"Omg, V! That'll be huge!"

"Large feeds 4-5 people. It's sort of big." The waiter warned

"Oh, small, then." Suga corrected.

"There's no medium?" V asked

"You and your appetite." Jennie giggled at him

She turned to see Jungkook grabbing the Mountain Dew and Coca Cola and drinking it at the same time. "That won't be a good mix. Tried it." She warned and laughed when she saw him make a puking sound and set the cups down. "Orange soda and ginger ale taste great together. I'll let you try it before we leave, America."

"I'll trust your judgment." He replied.

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'And onto the real hip hop dance mission that the members practiced for without sleep. Shall we move on to the location of the final face off?'

BTS and Jen meet up with the other dance choreographers and Jenny.

"How's it going?" Jenny greeted

"We choreographed till this morning," Jimin informed.

"We were gonna twerk but it was so difficult because I have no pelvis." Rap Monster added

"Alright, guys! Today's the final day for the DIY Challenge. I'm very proud of you guys; it takes a lot of hard work to get good at something. So, nothing's gonna be easy. Who do you think is gonna win?" Jenny asked as a few members raised their hands.

"Well just to let you know, the winner will get a special prize. So hopefully that'll give you some motivation. Okay, now that we're all warmed up, we're gonna start our final challenge."

First up was Rap Monster and Jimin and after they danced, Jenny asked, "What did you guys learn from this experience? How did you feel?"

"I felt that there's a lot of fun in working together to create something," Jimin answered

Next up was Team Trouble, who looked like their dance was too easy.

"This is a joke. minimum effort, man, minimum effort." J-Hope said with disapproval.

"Next up is Team Fierce!"

Jennie started first, clapping, getting into the groove before pumping up her chest up and down with Suga. They danced like they were having fun, making sure to do all three dance moves they were assigned, putting in their own flavor.

Suga (I believe we did well. I didn't mess up. I'm thrilled about that.)

"Good job! Last up we have our last team, step up!" Jenny announced as everyone looked impressed at Jin's dancing.

"I think that Jin-hyung has greatly improved." Jimin pointed out.

"He did well. Our Jin-hyung did really well." J-Hope mentioned.

"Very. I see you, Jin. I see you." Jennie cheered him on, nodding in approval.

"I was reminded of how broad minded J-Hope is as a friend," Jin added

"There were some difficult parts but I'm rather grateful that Jin-hyung endured it well and pulled through," J-Hope said and patted him on the back

"I'm gonna get to the evaluation of each team. Rap Monster and Jimin. You guys did really good. Usually, I would've never known that you had a hard time working together. I feel like your swag makes up for it. So even though your dancing may not be the best, I feel like you can play it up because of your personality and swag." Jenny reviewed. "Okay Team Trouble, you guys looked like you had a lot of fun. However, I think the choreography was pretty easy and it wasn't very challenging. It looked like, um, just having fun. Kinda like comedy, kinda."

"Your dance was easy!" Jimin accused.

"You went sightseeing, huh? Sightseeing!" Rap Monster added.

"All right, Team Fierce. I enjoyed your dance. You two were in sync, you looked like you were having a lot of fun. I'm impressed. Good job." Jenny praises.

"All right, step up. You probably have the widest gap of skill level. So, I'm sure it was very hard for you. I'm impressed and very proud of you. Especially you Jin. And at first, I was worried about you guys but after watching I'm very impressed and you've come a long way." Jenny grins. "I can tell that you've practiced a lot. And that you tried really hard. All right, I'm gonna pick a winner. This is a very hard decision. But I'm gonna have to go with J-Hope and Jin. Jin really improved with his dancing" Jenny announced.

"I won by dance!" Jin cheered, looking excited. Jennie couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm.

Jennie (At the end of the day, we're all together, dancing, and learning. I'm happy with how things turned out. Everyone wants to win. But you can't win every time. But don't let that bring you down. Think about the fun you had. I had a blast today.)

'You guys were really the best! We congratulate you once again! It was impressive seeing you freely enjoy and express yourselves through dance. You've got us looking forward to more! Where can we find your limits? BTS! Good job!'

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639-hear-me-out-bby · 1 month ago

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pairing: namjoon x afab! reader

warning: cussing, mentions of pregnancy (nothing heavy, its just telling a guy you've been seeing exclusively, no labels, that you're pregnant and he's the dad)

a/n: i've had this idea for a while now since i saw this kdrama clip somewhere and as per usual, namjoon is my ultimate crush i cAN'T-- but pls enjoy as i turn my daydreams into words 🫶🏻

"Namjoon, thank you for meeting me today. I know you're very busy but I really had to see you today." My palms sweaty as I sat on the plush seat of the booth. The cafe bustling with all its noise and clinks getting picked up by my racing mind.

"That's absolutely no problem, love. I'll always make time for you." Namjoon said as he slid beside me.

"All that flirting absolutely led to this moment. His pretty eyes and that voice led to the two pink lines on that pregnancy test, you idiot." I mentally scolded myself.

"So... what did you wanna see me about?" He asks as he clears his throat and scooching closer to me. He probably sees my nervous demeanor and he holds my hands set on the table. His thumb caressing over my skin. "Hey, whatever it is, we can always talk it out. You have me."

"I have you? I have you?! We aren't even official and I have you?! You make me wanna rip my hair out and I'm carrying your kid. " My mind shouts but I just stare at him. I see how the sun shines down on him. His brown eyes bore into mine as much as I try avoiding his already concerned gaze.

"I-I'm---," my voice, shaking, betraying me.

"A cup of salted honey latte and a rosehip tea. Thanks." The waitress placed our cups on to the table and went.

I took a deep breath, my fingers tightening around the warm cup of tea. My heart was thundering in my chest, and I could barely keep my voice steady.

“Namjoon… I…” I swallowed, feeling his gaze on me, waiting with that calm patience of his that always made me feel safe. But nothing about this moment felt safe. I was about to change everything.

He leaned in closer, his brown eyes softening as he reached for my hand again, covering it with his own. “Hey… it’s okay, like I told you... whatever it is, you can tell me.” His thumb brushed over my knuckles, sending warmth through me, a comfort I didn’t deserve after keeping this secret.

With a shaky exhale, I finally whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

For a split second, the world felt like it had paused. I couldn’t look at him, my gaze dropping to our hands entwined on the table. I felt his grip tighten ever so slightly, grounding me in that single heartbeat.

He didn’t pull away. In fact, he let out a soft chuckle, surprising me enough to look up. There was no anger, no shock—just that same gentle smile that melted my nerves and turned my racing thoughts to mush.

“Wow,” he said softly, his hand moving to cup my cheek. “I… wasn’t expecting that. But…” He let out a breath, his smile widening. “You’re carrying my baby.

I couldn’t help the way my cheeks flushed. “Namjoon, we’re not even… I mean, we’ve been exclusive, but we’ve never defined anything. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about—”

He interrupted me, his voice a soft murmur as he leaned closer, resting his forehead against mine. “Y/N, I don’t care about titles. I care about you. I thought you knew that by now.”

“But—” I started, still uncertain, but his fingers gently brushing my cheek stopped me.

“Look at me.” His voice was firm but tender. When I met his eyes, all I saw was warmth, a steady devotion that stole my breath. “I’ve been falling for you for a long time now. This… this is just our next adventure.”

A small, shy smile crept onto my lips as he held me there, our faces just inches apart. “You… you’re really okay with this?”

“More than okay.” He grinned, his dimples deepening in a way that made my heart skip. “In fact, it makes me happy. Happier than I think I’ve ever been.” His fingers slipped through mine, intertwining them as he looked at me with a softness that left me speechless. “And if you’ll let me, I want to be with you. Officially, completely. Because… I think I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and before I could say anything, he leaned forward, his lips brushing mine in the gentlest, most heart-stopping kiss. It felt like he was promising me everything—love, support, a future together.

When he finally pulled back, he smiled down at me, brushing a stray tear from my cheek. “So, what do you say, Y/N? Are we doing this together?”

I laughed through my tears, my heart full as I nodded. “Yes, Namjoon. I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Namjoon grins, his eyes sparkling with that playful glint that always made my heart flutter. “Honestly, Y/N, I can’t say I’m all that surprised,” he said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling my cheeks heat up as I realized what he meant. “Excuse me?” I tried to sound indignant, but the blush on my face betrayed me.

“Well,” he said, leaning in close with a smirk, “considering all the fucking we’ve been doing… I mean, it was bound to happen eventually, right?” He wiggled his eyebrows, clearly amused by the way my face went even redder.

“Oh my god, Joon!” I couldn’t help but laugh, hiding my face behind my hands. “You make it sound like we’re reckless or something.”

He gently pulled my hands away from my face, his expression softening as he looked at me with so much affection it made my heart melt. “Hey, I’m just saying… if anyone was gonna drive me to this point, it’d be you.” His tone dropped to a whisper, “You’re kind of hard to resist, you know?"

I felt butterflies swarm in my stomach as he looked at me like I was his whole world. “You’re not so easy to resist yourself,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” he murmured, his gaze flicking down to my lips before meeting my eyes again. “Because I’m not planning on going anywhere. You and our baby… you’re everything I want.”

I smiled, tears pricking my eyes again as I leaned into him. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, holding me close. “Believe it. And get used to it,” he said softly. “I’m here to stay, for both of you.”

As the reality of our new future started to settle in, my mind began racing with thoughts of all the things we’d need to prepare. “Namjoon… we’re going to have to buy so much stuff for the baby.” I bit my lip, the list of necessities already forming in my mind. “Crib, stroller, diapers—so many diapers! And then there’s the hospital bills, and checkups, and I don’t even know if I’ll be able to keep working full-time…”

I looked down, fidgeting with my cup. “I’ve been saving, you know, but… not for something this big. I’m just worried if I’ll be able to make it all work.”

Namjoon listened quietly, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he watched me spiral into my mini panic. Instead of interrupting, he just reached for his phone, unlocking it and scrolling as I continued to ramble.

“And I mean, what if I can’t work for a few months? How will I manage the expenses? Do… do you have any savings? I know you’re doing well with your job, but I just…”

Namjoon placed his phone down on the table, sliding it over to me with a reassuring smile. “Y/N,” he said softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Take a look.”

I blinked, looking down at the screen, and instantly froze. My jaw dropped as my eyes tried to take in the ridiculous number of zeros on his bank balance. My heart skipped a beat, and I glanced up at him in shock. “Is this… is this real?”

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head at my reaction. “It’s real, love. And that’s just one of my accounts.”

“Just… one of them?” I squeaked, staring at the number in complete disbelief. “Namjoon, this… this is a hundred billion won. How…?” My mind couldn’t wrap around the number, the security and stability it represented.

He laughed, reaching out to gently take my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “I’ve been working hard for years, Y/N. Saving, investing… all so I could have a future where I wouldn’t have to worry. And now… now I have you and our little one to share it with. So please, stop worrying about the finances. I’ve got this, okay?”

I just stared at him, my heart swelling with a mix of relief, gratitude, and overwhelming love. “I… I don’t even know what to say. You’re really… you’re really ready for all of this?”

He smiled, pulling me closer as his hand cupped my cheek. “More than ready. I’ve been waiting for this, Y/N. I'm not getting any younger. You and our baby—this is what I want.”

Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him, speechless. Namjoon brushed a tear away with his thumb, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Let me take care of you, okay? You’re my family now. Both of you.”

In that moment, all my worries melted away. I knew, with Namjoon by my side, we were going to be just fine.

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