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candywife333 · 1 year ago

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My Little Saesang (Part 1)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much.

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

"Y/N, what the hell are you still doing in that cafe? Didn't we come over here to spy on Jungkook at his house before he heads off to M-CountDown for his performance? I don't remember scheduling a pit-stop for you to have a second lunch", Kim-Hee glared down at me through her thick framed black glasses that honestly sort of made her look like a sexy principal. Anger at being diverted from her goal of catching the tan pop-star in his sweaty excellence seemed to cloud her vision.

I retorted back with a snort, "You know me very well at this point, after being my fellow saesang comrade in arms for close to 2 years girl. I am digesting my food baby as we speak and will soon be ready for delivery in that nasty garbage ass smelling toilet. I have a date with the shits, so to speak. Don't you see that my jeans are popped open and the zip down ready to go. I don't got the energy to chase this man today. Our stunt at New York was bad enough, don't you think"? Shaking my head at her idiocy even after knowing me for so long, I exclaimed, "Feel free to chase him in time for his ending fairy if you feel like it though. I am just not feeling it today".

Kim Hee, my bestie, stared at me with squinted eyes, black tiny eyes glittering in the harsh sun, "Girl, you were the one who had this all scheduled out a month back? How could you not bloody commit at the crucial time!!!! Our fucking junior fans are counting on your stupid ass". I waved my right at her in dismissal, ramen sauce covering my lips like a new Fenty lipstick that I just could not afford right now with my measly ass job as janitor at KBS.

I snarled back in irritation, "Tell those kids to go and study in college, that's more important than following his dumb ass anyways. He won't remember them for their troubles. At max, he will remember a few fans from their initial debut days , get married to a rich ass plasticky actress, have beautiful spoiled kids, and die a rich philanthropist. Saesangs don't get paid if you catch my point. Honestly, if it paid as a job, I would consider it. But I think I may have to retire". I patted my distended stomach in contentment, satisfied with the first proper meal I had in 3 days, stalking JK with my team all over New York and then catching a flight to Korea for his album showcase.

My bestie stared at me now in shock, with wide eyes, hands waving in the air, clearly confused at my statements, "Didn't you just say a week ago that this was all worth it? That supporting our faves, especially BTS, and the lord and savior himself , Jungkook, was a noble passion to pursue? Why have you suddenly done a 180 on us and him like this"? I flinched visibly at her reminder of what I used to be and who I used to be. The person she described felt foreign to me now. Ever since I opened my eyes and saw what fans, especially super fans like us, who didn't have a life outside of BTS suffered, I was a reformed woman. A reformed woman who had decided as of now to save all my money for some botox and a dental appointment, some clothes for mom and dad, and a hot meal for my younger sister. I was going to go from being a crysallis to a butterfly. In essence, I was going to woman the fuck up. That's what the fuck I was about to do with my life.

With this aim in mind, I slammed my fist against the plastic table, startling Kim Hee. "Bestie, you never got close enough to JK to see how much he hated it, okay? He hated us in those moments that we invaded his privacy. Remember that one time I snuck up on the set of them filming "Black Swan" to give him a godiva chocolate my mom had brought back from Sweden?" Kim Hee nodded in assent, clearly knowing how much of big deal it was for me to part with food of any kind, for any reason, for anyone (Even my own family). I loved luxury chocolate and food in general. Nobody could rip it out of my hands , as evidenced by Kim Hee and all our friends in middle school when I slapped a guy stupid and hit him in the nuts for taking a ferrero rocher out of my hands---the motherfucker.

I continued ,"Well I gave it to his hands while he was waiting outside at the entrance of the set. Even normies like me are allowed on that area, it was not a restricted filming area. I just left the chocolate next to where he was sitting, with a red bow (his name engraved on it) wrapped around it. He legit stared at me in confusion, like he had not seen me for the past 9 years, sneered at me, disdain in his beady black eyes and threw the chocolate in the dustbin like it was as figment of his imagination". Kim Hee stared at me in dismay, clearly knowing that what I considered the foremost cardinal sin in life was throwing away food, particularly expensive food.

I wrung my hands in the air, holding in my tears, "Bestie, it was white chocolate, do you understand? It was limited christmas edition. I could never afford that chocolate in my dreams , if not for one of mom's colleagues gifting it to her. Chili ,(my sister) was yapping about it for days, salivating, thinking she could bite into it. And I sacrificed it to an undeserving multi millionaire". I sat back down on the bench, numbly, tears streaming down my face. I was so done with him and the entire group at this point. I understand that what we do, Saesangs, stalkers, whatever they like to call us, is not correct. We should not be so invasive. But I always told the kids who followed in my footsteps that we could support them, but just not to the point that we impinged on their personal lives. I had done some fucked up things as a newbie army, but two years into their debut, I understood that limits were required.

The most I had ever done since then, was to gift the members things as a fan. Whatever I could afford. Whether that was their favorite convenience store snack left by us on the set of one of their music video shoots. Or a pack of gum or their favorite desserts when we attended fan meets. I and the girls who followed me on these adventures, as I used to call them, never snuck into HYBE. We were of the more benign variety, not on par with the crazies who took the same flight as them (not that I could afford that), or collected saliva, sweat, and urine samples. For goodness sakes, we didn't even run after their vehicles, we just waved politely and jumped up and down like rabid dogs that had treats waved in their faces.

The moment I was compelled to stop following my fave, or I guess my former bias as of now, was simply when he casually looked at the chocolate I had left next to him as though it were poison, and tossed it in the trash without looking back. That was when I knew, I was worthless in his eyes, along with the rest of the fans who tried so hard.

We shelled out money saved up from little jobs and pocket money accumulated for months together, to buy expensive albums, merchandise, and anything else they put out. We forgo the little luxuries like nicer shoes and warmer coats in winter to buy tickets for outdoor showcases and shiver in the cold wind to just catch a glimpse of one of their half smiles. We stream their music that speaks of love that we do not comprehend, love whose face is so unfamiliar in our youth that we would pass it by as though it were a stranger. When we don't have anyone in our lives to hug us and hold us and kiss us, to wipe our tears and pat us on the back when we are down and to tell us that everything will be alright, we stare at them in the tabloids extrapolating who they could be in love with, fantasizing about a love that could never be ours. We live our lives, living for them, living around them as though we are satellites caught int he orbit of a bigger planet, and now, it does not make sense to me anymore.

It may just be a chocolate, stupid worthless and insignificant to him. It may be cheap, a show of cheap love that he wishes to spit on. But it wasn't cheap to me. My love wasn't cheap. Food isn't cheap, especially food bestowed with love. And I was done giving my love away for free, as though it meant nothing. As though it were a cheap cigarette to be smoked and discarded, ground under the foot of someone who had finished using it for a fleeting high. Cheap and dispensable and convenient, that's what we were, what I had become.

I cringed internally as my gaze redirected towards Kim Hee. I croaked out in determination while chewing on the remnants of soggy ramyun, "We are done babe. I am through with this horrible, parasitic relationship. I am going to figure out how to make myself rich or get rich through marriage. I am done being stupid, falling over myself for a guy or a group of guys who don't see or appreciate me. They get rich on my desperation, and I don't wish to give them that power anymore".

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aricastmblr · 8 months ago

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TinyTANofficial X 29 mar 2024 ✨ 기분 좋은 에너지가 필요한 순간, 타이니탄이 당신을 도와줄 거예요. 오늘도 열심히 누군가를 돕고 있어요!

✨ Feeling the positive energy today! TinyTAN is ready to lend a tiny hand, and they are already helping someone out!

[BTS] ¡La boca de Banglim, el sanador de enfermedades de los lunes de ARMY, es fuerte! (https://m.post.naver.com/viewer/postView.naver?volumeNo=32090139&memberNo=51325039)

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sweetestofchaos · 7 months ago

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TOTW Chapter 13 | BTS

𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗈𝗍𝟩 𝗑 𝗈𝖼!𝗁𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖳𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾/𝖺𝗎: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖠𝖴, 𝖧𝗒𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝖠𝖴, 𝖭𝗈𝗇-𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖠𝖴 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖢𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖠𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖠𝗅𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖺!𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝖯𝗂𝖾𝖽-𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖳𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖲𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖾!𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖧𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇!𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗈!𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗅𝗅!𝖮𝖢 𝗐𝖼: 5.1𝖪

"𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡��𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒." - 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎

a/n: i promise i have not given up on this story. my life is falling apart at the seams, so i've been deal with that. thank you for reading and showing this story so much love and support! taglist is still open, as well as character asks!

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“Wait, wait!”

“Stop fucking moving!”

“Language!”

“Jungkook, stop!”

Taehyung and Jimin shout over each other as they try to wrestle Jungkook into a custom quoll pouch that Taehyung made himself. It’s a fake kangaroo pocket, almost like an oversized hoodie pocket that Jungkook can wear while in his animal form to carry Imani around easily. Since Jungkook shifted into a Kangaroo, the others noticed that he tends to carry the little quoll in his arms and it doesn’t look comfortable for either of them.

Jungkook huffs and shakes his head, trying to push Taehyung away from him without hurting the human. He doesn’t like the tan and brown pouch that Taehyung is holding. It looks weird and he would much rather be cuddling with his hyungs while Imani is asleep, tucked in his arms. Seokjin’s hoofs clip-clop on the hardwood flooring as he makes his way over to the trio and Imani is perched on his back, her black fur a stark contrast to his cotton white.

Seokjin snorts, his face twisted into what Jimin will assume is a frown before Seokjin headbutts Jungkook’s side. The kangaroo settles down and Taehyung clips the pouch around his back and steps away with his hands raised in front of his chest.

“Done!” Taehyung announces and Jungkook just stares at him, his large eyes unimpressed with the new contraption attached to him. Taehyung sighs and rolls his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that Kook. This is safer for you and Imani.”

“Put her in it!” Jimin beams as he scoops Imani from Seokjin’s back. “Let’s see this bad boy in action.”

Carefully, Jimin hands Imani over to Taehyung and Taehyung easily slips the little quoll into the pouch. The material sags in the middle and everyone holds their breath as Imani wiggles around. Her beady black eyes peek out from the opening of the pouch and she chirps while settling deeper into the warmth from Jungkook’s body that seeps into the enclosed space.

“She loves it!” Taehyung beams, proud of himself and Seokjin lowers his head to sniff at the pouch and nudges it with his snout. Imani’s nose twitches and her two tiny front paws rest on the opening before she presses her nose against Seokjin’s.

“Should we go for a walk in the garden? Give it a test run?” Jimin wonders as he watches Yoongi come slithering out from the nest.

Squatting down with his arm outstretched, Jimin smiles at the snake as Yoongi slinks his way up the length of his arm and drapes himself over Jimin’s shoulders loosely.

“You want to tag along, hyung?”

Jimin giggles as Yoongi’s tongue flicks against his cheek and Jimin kisses the top of the snake's head. Making sure that all the hybrids are accounted for, Jimin and Taehyung head over to the elevator and head down to the ground floor. Stepping off the elevator, Jimin leads the hybrids to the backyard while Taehyung stops by the kitchen to grab a few bottles of water, two bowls and some snacks.

The weather is nice, the sun is out with a scattering of clouds in the bright blue sky. The air is a little on the cooler side but with the sun, the ground is warm and Jimin doesn’t worry about Yoongi freezing as he sets the snake in the grass. Seokjin stays close to Jungkook as the kangaroo hops around the yard with Imani still in the pouch. Taehyung steps outside and inhales deeply, a large smile forming on his face as he looks at his family. Jimin sits on a stone bench, his gaze soft as he keeps track of Yoongi slithering in the flowers.

Silently, Taehyung sets the bowls on the ground and fills them halfway with water for the hybrids to drink easily. He sits beside Jimin on the bench and links their pinkies together as they sit in silence. The sound of birds chirping mixes with Seokjin’s hums and Jungkook’s barks as the two larger hybrids chase each other around. Imani whines as she tries to crawl out of the pouch, wanting to be held in Taehyung’s arms.

The scent of freshly budding sunflowers, warm in the sunlight and thirsty for life, makes Jungkook stop hopping around and he goes over to Taehyung and Jimin. He tries to dig into the pouch and Taehyung is quick to stop him. Carefully, Taehyung removes Imani from the pouch and Jimin unclasps it from around Jungkook’s back; folding the ends and setting it beside him on the bench. Imani’s tail wraps around Taehyung’s wrist and she presses her wet nose into the exposed skin.

Taehyung runs a hand over Imani’s fur and hums as he sits with Imani in his lap. Her nose is cold against his skin, but it’s not uncomfortable. The tiny puffs of breath against his skin are warm and it makes Taehyung’s heart squeeze joyfully in his chest. Seokjin walks over to the water and drinks a little before he goes to investigate the flowers where he last saw Yoongi. Jungkook plops down on a warmed patch of grass, the sun shining on him as his eyes start to drop. Imani’s head tilts to the side as she watches the kangaroo and she chirps from her warm seat in Taehyung’s lap.

“Set her down, Tae.”

Taehyung looks up from where he is petting Imani in his lap to Jimin who is smiling with teasing eyes. Taehyung lifts Imani to his face and the little quoll sniffs the space between them quickly before she boops her nose against Taehyung’s. He laughs and kisses the top of her head before he carefully sets her on the ground. Imani’s tail unwraps from Taehyung’s wrist and she scurries over to Jungkook, climbing onto his back and curling up into a ball to sunbathe with him. Seokjin joins the other hybrids with Yoongi coiled around his long neck loosely.

“Looks like it’s naptime,” Jimin giggles and Taehyung yawns loudly making Jimin laugh harder. “We can leave the door open for them, Jungkook knows how to use the elevator.”

Taehyung nods his head and stands up, offering his hand to Jimin who happily takes it.

“We’ll be inside if you need us.” Taehyung informs the hybrids. “There is water and snacks for you all if you get a little hungry.”

Jimin leans into Taehyung’s side and wraps an arm around his waist, “We’ll make lunch later on and wake you all up if you’re still sleeping.”

Hoseok is tired. Today felt like it would never end and coming home to his pack was all he wanted. As he waits for the elevator to reach the nesting floor, Hoseok yawns loudly and rubs at his eyes. He wants to shower and cuddle with his pack before he passes out for the rest of the night. He wonders what Taehyung made for dinner and has half a mind to shoot a text but holds off since he will be able to check for himself in a moment. The doors to the elevator open and Hoseok screams when he comes face to face with a pissed off looking alpaca.

“You scared me hyung!” Hoseok whines with his hand over his heart and Seokjin grunts, holding his ground. “Um, hyung you need to move, so I can get out.” Hoseok tries to take a step and Seokjin snaps at him.

“Hey!”

Seokjin’s usually warm eyes are dark and he refuses to let Hoseok off the elevator. Pulling his phone from his pocket, Hoseok sees that he has a bunch of missed calls from Taehyung and Jimin, along with a few texts. Looking over the text messages quickly, Hoseok’s eyes widen as he reads the last text from Namjoon. Looks like the hybrids have become hostile towards them and need time to bond with Imani without them. His head snaps up to Seokjin and he frowns.

“Sorry, hyung…I-I’ll leave you alone.” Hoseok blinks his eyes quickly, feeling as they start to burn and he presses the button for the elevator doors to close. Now alone, Hoseok chokes on a sob and shakes his head. He knows that it really has nothing to do with him. It’s instinct but it still hurts. Calling Jimin, Hoseok waits for the younger to answer the phone.

“Hobi hyung! Where are you?”

“...On the elevator. Where are you and Tae?”

“We’re in your room and we ordered take-in.”

“I’ll be here.”

Hoseok hangs up and presses the button for his floor. Looks like he will spend the night with Jimin and Taehyung since Namjoon is still working and will most likely stay out. On the third floor, Hoseok wipes at his eyes and clears his throat as he makes his way to his room. Opening the door, Hoseok sees that Jimin and Taehyung have gathered a bunch of pillows and blankets to make a nest of sorts on the floor. Hoseok joins them, falling into Jimin’s arms and allowing his younger lovers to fuss over him. Containers of take away sit at the edge of the messy nest, some opened but most closed.

“Namjoonie hyung is coming home now,” Taehyung explains softly as he digs his fingers into the tender skin of Hoseok’s hands and knobby knuckles. “The hybrids need some time without us to get used to Imani and figure out their dynamic.”

“I saw the text,” Hoseok sighs.

“You’re upset about it.”

It’s a statement and one that Hoseok cannot deny.

“It was a rough day…I’m just being sensitive.”

“Hyung-” Jimin starts to scold but the sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway catches their attention.

Namjoon comes barging into the room, his chest is heaving up and down and he is panting. He must have run up the steps. Seeing his three lovers on the floor, Namjoon quickly goes to them and gathers all three in his arms. Tears fall from Hoseok’s eyes and Jimin’s bottom lip trembles but he doesn’t cry. Taehyung buries his face in the crook of Namjoon’s neck and sighs in relief. Hoseok’s tears burn Namjoon’s skin, tiny jewels full of sorrow as his love cries in his arms.

Namjoon mummers sweet nothing to the three of them, holding them in his arms as tightly as he can. They know that the hybrids mean no ill will but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Namjoon described it in the text the best way he knew how. He told them to picture a dog that just had her pups. She is thankful for the help that her owners give but at the end of the day she would like to be left alone with her pups. Right now, that is how the others are. They appreciate all the help that has been given but now is the time for them to step back and allow for the hybrids to care for Imani in their own ways.

“You got him, Joon hyung?” Taehyung asks as he slowly pulls his face away from his shoulder. “We can give you some time…”

Namjoon pecks Taehyung’s lips and nuzzles their noses together, “Get some rest. I’m here if you need me.”

“Come on Minie.” Taehyung helps Jimin to his feet and together they gather up the food, making sure to leave enough for Namjoon and Hoseok to share. They leave the room with soft words of comfort directed to Hoseok.

“I will start a shower, okay?” Namjoon speaks gently, his lips pressed to Hoseok’s ear before he places a kiss on his temple. He carefully pulls away and rises to his feet. “I want you in there with me.”

Hoseok doesn’t object to Namjoon’s plan and Hoseok allows for Namjoon to leave his side with an unrushed kiss to his lips. Hoseok’s lips tingle, a lingering need swirls in his heart and he waits patiently for Namjoon to come back to him. Namjoon is quick to leave for the bathroom and he sets everything up. Scented candles burn, soft music plays and the water temperature is just right, not too hot or cold.

He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall to the floor, leaving his chest covered in a plain white t-shirt with his arms exposed. Double checking the candles, Namjoon heads back to the bedroom and helps Hoseok off the floor and leads him into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind them, Namjoon wraps his arms around Hoseok’s waist and holds his smaller mate tightly. His thick fingers dig into the small of Hoseok’s back and rub the tense muscles before he carefully starts to pull the cream colored shirt Hoseok’s wearing up, up, up.

Hoseok’s hands raise above his head and he slips his arms from the sleeves, letting them drop to his sides as Namjoon drops the soft fabric onto the floor. Hoseok stands before Namjoon, bare chested with his narrow waist on display as his light wash baggy jeans cling low on his hips. The black band of his boxers is showing and Namjoon’s fingers itch to touch the sun kissed skin.

Hoseok looks at Namjoon and shuffles forward until the tips of his toes are overlapping Namjoon’s. He rests his head on Namjoon’s chest and Namjoon holds him sweetly in his strong arms. Hoseok’s heart doesn’t beat as painfully now that the pressure and body heat from Namjoon seeps into his soul. Namjoon doesn’t speak as he presses his lips to the top of Hoseok’s head and he does it again once more before Hoseok looks up at him.

“What’s going through that mind of yours?”

“I just-”

Namjoon cups Hoseok’s face in his hands and rubs the apples of his cheek with his thumbs as he gives a soft dimpled smile.

“Speak your mind. No judgment here, Seokah.”

Hoseok nods his head with a sigh and licks his lips as he stares up into Namjoon’s brown eyes.

“I’m jealous. I love Imani so much and it hurts knowing that I will never be able to share that hybrid bond with her.” Hoseok pouts as his eyes start to water. “I want to know how she smells when she first wakes up or when she smiles so big, you can see all of her little teeth…I know she smells like sunflowers but-but it’s not the same.”

Namjoon can understand Hoseok’s feelings. He loves Imani just as much and he will never forget how the little girl came to him as a quoll first. The softness of her fur and the coolness of her nose is forever burned into Namjoon’s memoires and it’s a special moment that he holds dear. Does he wish he was a hybrid? No. Namjoon is happy as a human but he does wish that he could be able to understand Imani’s moods better. He knows that as she gets older, being able to scent her will desolate a lot of situations.

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think we have an amazing daughter who loves you. It doesn’t matter to her if you are a hybrid or not. She scents you all the same and cuddles you. She chirps and growls and play fights with you just as she does our Hyungs and Jungkookie.”

“But-”

“I understand your feelings. Did you forget I’m only human too?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes at Namjoon and nuzzles their noses together before he pulls away and wipes at his eyes.

“Do you think they are her favorites?”

“Favorite what?” Namjoon gives Hoseok a look as he raises his eyebrow and Hoseok quickly removes his jeans and boxers.

“Parents…”

Namjoon watches as Hoseok gets into the tub and thinks over his words. Namjoon has never really thought much about humans versus hybrids when it comes to the pack. They are a unit and if he had to think about it, he can understand why Imani might lean towards Seokjin since he is the pack omega or Yoongi since he is the pack alpha but from what he has witnessed, Imani treats them all the same.

Peeling the rest of his clothing off, Namjoon joins Hoseok in the tub and sits behind his tenderhearted mate. He carefully washes Hoseok’s back, arms, neck and chest before he works a little magic while washing his hair. Tiny wines and air pants of ‘Joon’ leave Hoseok’s lips as Namjoon’s blunt nails scratch at his scalp and tug gently at the wet strands. Hoseok is a puddle of goo between Namjoon’s legs and it makes Namjoon smile to himself. He presses a wet kiss to the skin behind Hoseok’s ear and whispers low.

“We all have our own strengths and weaknesses but none of them make us any better or worse than the other. Together we are the parents that give Imani all the love and support she needs. You, me, Jimin, Taehyungie, Yoongi, Seokjin and Jungkookie. The seven of us are Imani’s favorite.”

Hoseok hums deep in his throat as Namjoon nips at his ear lobe and he can feel Namjoon stiffening against his lower back.

“Joon?”

“Yes?”

“I want to feel you.”

Namjoon nods his head and shifts to help Hoseok turn around so that they are face to face. He reaches under the water and trails his fingertips along Hoseok’s thighs until he is teasing the meaty flesh of his ass. Hoseok leans in and crashes his lips into Namjoon’s, swallowing a moan as a finger circles his rim. Namjoon’s fingers are long and thick, perfect enough to prep Hoseok in three minutes and have him come in five.

Hoseok feels boneless as he sits in Namjoon’s lap and there is a pleasant fire that burns under his skin as the tip of Namjoon’s cock presses against his rim. There is little resistance as Hoseok sucks Namjoon in, sinking down until he is fully reseated in Namjoon’s lap. His knees are on either side of Namjoon’s hips and he wraps his arms loosely around Namjoon’s neck, holding him close so that he can kiss his lips again and again.

Namjoon holds onto Hoseok’s hips and rocks him back and forth, keeping a steady pace while he slowly devours Hoseok from the inside out. He takes enough away to pour back an abundance of never ending love into Hoseok and he drowns in it. It fills his lungs and brings tears to his eyes as he clenches around Namjoon and whines. Hoseok pulls Namjoon closer, his fingers digging to the meat of Namjoon’s shoulders and holding him in place as he starts to bounce up and down.

Water splashes onto the floor and Namjoon halfheartedly makes a mental note to clean it up later. Hoseok is so soft and warm, his walls suck Namjoon right in and refuse to let him go. It’s wet, everything is wet and Namjoon feels his body starting to slip into that easy haze of ecstasy. Yes, it’s easy to fall into Hoseok. Oh, how Namjoon loves him and he says as much.

Lips pressed together, he breathes it into Hoseok’s mouth softly, sighing so contently that Hoseok slows his movements and drinks in Namjoon’s love. The way Namjoon holds him, guides him, pleases him…it’s all a form of love and Hoseok basks in it. The grunted words, choked whimpers and flushed touches is overwhelming and Hoseok’s mind feels overcome with need.

He wants to let it all go, he wants to feel that whole body spasm that makes his toes curl and his back arch like a bow. He wants to hear the blood rush behind his ears and feel his heart in his veins. Hoseok wants to feel Namjoon’s love from the inside out and he wants to give as much in return.

“W-Wanna come. N-Need to c-come!” Hoseok cries, his skin hot and damp from the bath water. His hair is sticking to his face while Namjoon’s hangs in his eyes. Both men are flushed, Hoseok’s neck and chest are ablaze while Namjoon’s face is pinched, the vein in his neck throbbing. They are both so close to the edge and Hoseok’s whines for Namjoon is all that is needed to send them tumbling head first into the throes of pleasure.

“F-Fuck!”

“S-Shit…yes, yeah!”

Namjoon’s fingers hold Hoseok tightly as he starts to thrust upward into his lover, pressing deeper and deeper. Hoseok’s groans go right to Namjoon’s head and he is a panting mess as he comes, filling Hoseok with his name on his tongue. Hoseok’s hips are jerky as he milks Namjoon for all he’s worth and he cries out when Namjoon wraps his large hand around his cock. Namjoon is skilled, the twist of his wrist short and quick, just enough to have Hoseok spilling into the water with a choked gasp.

Hoseok falls forward against Namjoon’s chest and presses wet kisses to the underside of his jaw before Namjoon ducks his head down to capture his lips in a breathless kiss.

“We’re sitting in my cum.”

Namjoon snorts at Hoseok words and carefully lifts him off his lap so that he falls free.

“Our cum.”

“Pig.” Hoseok’s face twists up in disgust and Namjoon laughs before lifts Hoseok out of the water and walks over to the shower, making sure to be mindful of the puddles of water on the floor.

Yoongi slithers across the floor towards the kitchen where a bowl of water sits on the island. He slinks his way upward until he is laying flat on the countertop and dips his head into the water three times. The water is cool but not icy, just perfect for a drink. Movement catches Yoongi’s eyes and from the island he watches as a tangled mop of brown hair emerges from the nest.

Yoongi hisses softly and large bunny teeth nearly blind him as Jungkook skips over to him in all his naked glory.

“Morning Hyung!”

Jungkook easily lifts the snake into his hands and tosses him around his shoulders before he kisses Yoongi’s nose.

“I haven’t shifted like that in a while…it feels so weird seeing my fingers and toes again.”

Jungkook is all smiles as he goes about cutting up fruit and veggies for Seokjin and Imani. He cuts up a few pieces of raw beef for Yoongi and sets it on a plate.

“You know Hyung, I think it’s time for us to turn back. Imani is part of the pack now, right? She smells like pack.”

Yoongi has to agree with Jungkook. Before Imani smelt like any other pup, sure she had their scent on her but now that they have all shifted and spent a couple of days together, her scent has changed. Gone in the subtle scent of stale apple blossoms that ran in her veins, it has now been replaced with laundry that has been washed with lavender and hung outside to dry in the sunlight. Smoky firewood, ocean rain, hot coco, coquito and lemonade are more on the surface, imbedded in her fur and it puts Yoongi at ease. Imani finally smells like pack.

Jungkook carries plates over to the nest and steps inside, making sure to leave the plates on the edge unless he wants Seokjin to bite him. He looks around for his phone and finds it shoved underneath one of the pillows dead. Seokjin and Imani are grooming each other while Yoongi hangs around Jungkook’s shoulders, content to feel his body heat.

“Once I get my phone charged, I’ll let everyone know that we’re okay and it’s safe to come back up.”

Seokjin stops grooming Imani and glares at Jungkook to which the younger man giggles.

“Jinie Hyung, we can’t keep Imani away from the rest of the pack forever. It’s rude! A-And Imani needs to see them so that they can help her shift back.”

Yoongi slides down Jungkook’s arm and worms his way over to Imani, circling her carefully before he rests his head on top of hers. He stares at Jungkook at the human fiddles with his phone and hisses. Imani chirps twice to get Jungkook’s attention and scuttles over to him, nearly knocking Yoongi off of her. She climbs into his lap and peers into the phone screen once it starts ringing loudly.

Taehyung’s smiling face comes on the screen with Hoseok’s smashed up against him.

“Baby!”

“Jungkook!”

“Who’s on the phone?”

Jungkook smiles wide as Namjoon’s face comes onto the screen and soon after Jimin is there too. Imani whines and licks at the screen making the pack member on screen all coo at her.

“It’s safe to come up now, Hyungs. Sorry about that!”

“How are you feeling Kook? Do you need anything?”

“Have Yoongi and Seokjin Hyung turned back?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes as he answers, “They are being stubborn but I promise, you can come back up. We miss all of you.”

“Are you sure that’s a wise idea?”

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak but another voice interrupts him, “Go put some clothes on.”

Jungkook looks over to his right and Yoongi has shifted back, holding a pillow in front of himself. Yoongi looks down at Seokjin and nudges him with his foot.

“Come on, you too. Don’t make me use the voice.”

Seokjin snaps at Yoongi’s leg and Jungkook giggles while Imani whines.

“You better be changed by the time I come back,” Yoongi warns as he pets Seokjin’s head and leaves the nest, quickly switching the pillow from his front to his back.

Jungkook turns his attention to the phone and smiles, “See? Safe to come up now!”

He hangs up the phone and lifts Imani up in one hand so that she is eye level with him, “Stay with Hyung and don’t go out of the nest little one, okay? The others are on their way to come play with you.” Jungkook kisses Imani on the nose and she licks at his nose as he pulls away, making him laugh. He sets her down and she waddles over to Seokjin, hiding in his white fluff.

Grabbing a pillow, Jungkook copies Yoongi and covers himself as he heads to his room for Imani’s sake. Once in his room, Jungkook quickly grabs a set of clothes and makes his way to the bathroom to shower and wash his hair. In the bathroom, Jungkook hums to himself as he stands in the shower and lets the hot water wash away the ick from going a few days without bathing. He washes his hair, scrubbing like mad since Imani and Seokjin kept grooming him and he can smell their saliva on his skin.

Much similar to Jungkook, Yoongi is in his bathroom as well. He washes his hands and face before he starts to shave the stubble that is coming in. After that he jumps in the shower and leans against the wall, letting the water heat his skin as he thinks back over the last few days. He is dreading having to check his work email yet alone make phone calls. He wonders if his parents called at all, though he knows they would have called Namjoon if he didn’t pick up.

Shaking his head, Yoongi smiles to himself as he starts to wash. Imani smells like the pack and it makes his inner alpha beam with pride. Imani is his snakelet, his pup, his baby…his. He does feel a little guilty for erasing the scent of Imani’s birth mother but from his own personal experiences as a hybrid, Yoongi knows that the pack scent will settle Imani and sooth her much better now that Lisa’s scent is gone. Stepping out of the shower, Yoongi wraps a towel around his waist and uses another to dry his hair. He stares at himself in the mirror and notices that the scales on his chest and wrist look dry.

Grabbing lotion, Yoongi slathers his body in it before he brushes his teeth and blow dries his hair. Once finished, Yoongi heads into his room and changes into a fresh set of clothes, a pair of grey sweats and an oversized black t-shirt that belongs to Namjoon from the scent on it. He shoves a pair of house slides onto his feet and makes his way out of his room, down the steps and into the nesting area.

Imani is curled up in Hoseok’s lap, napping as Hoseok pets her fur. Taehyung and Jungkook are in the kitchen together whipping up some snacks while Jimin and Namjoon are sitting at the counter drinking water. Seokjin isn’t in sight.

“Did Hyung shift back?” Yoongi questions as he sits beside Hoseok and cuddles into his side in the nest.

“Once he saw us with Imani, he shifted back. I just think he didn’t want to leave her alone,” Hoseok explains and Yoongi nods his head.

Good. He really didn’t want to force Seokjin to shift if he didn’t have to. Closing his eyes, Yoongi yawns and lets himself feel the warmth that radiates from Hoseok. It heats his skin and burns deep; it lulls Yoongi into a gentle sleep. By the time Seokjin comes back into the nesting room, Yoongi is passed out, his head in Hoseok’s lap with Imani’s tiny quoll body curled on top of his head, her nose buried in his hair.

Seokjin walks over to the others in the kitchenette and throws his arms around Namjoon’s back, resting his chin over Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon smiles as Seokjin nuzzles his nose into his temple and Jimin giggles at the sight.

“You look cute today, Hyung.” Jimin comments and he is right. Seokjin looks super cute in his pink and white two piece pajama set.

Seokjin grins over at Jimin and his fluffy white ears flicker on top of his head. Namjoon reaches around and grabs Seokjin’s leg, pulling the hybrid to stand in between his legs. Namjoon wraps his arms around Seokjin’s waist and the elder leans against him and picks at the plate of food that Jungkook sets before him.

Taehyung carries a plate of food over to Hoseok and sits in front of him to feed him. Hoseok giggles, his lips parting into that familiar heart shape as his eyes sparkle in delight. Taehyung preens under Hoseok's thankful gaze, his own eyes crinkle as he smiles wide while holding out a piece of cut peach.

Jungkook inhales deeply and a heavy purr settles in his chest. The room smells amazing to him right now. All their scents are light and gentle. It smells like a summer bonfire on the beach after the rain. In Jungkook’s mind, everyone is sitting together drinking frozen coco or coquito and there is a lemonade stand nearby. In the distance a lavender field grows strong and a woman is hanging her laundry out to dry. Jungkook’s nose bunches as he smiles to himself and stares at his family. He wouldn’t trade his pack for the world, not even a little bit.

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drawartistic · 5 months ago

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😱 🎨 OMG! Suga's So Cute Drawing 💜

Bts suga drawing sketch easy pencil. Agust d fanart art color outline chibi wallpaper pinterest draw template line art. Watercolor mic drop aesthetic portrait I need u reference tiny tan chibi outline why is suga very silent who is suga's best friend in bts. Which member is easy to draw in bts what is bts. Suga's favorite suga drawing anime bts drawing bts rm drawing. Suga drawing outline bts jin drawing bts j hope drawing view more……………….

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xoxiu · 1 year ago

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first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

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summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

Daylight slowly faded through the office window near your tiny cubicle. It had been your first day of work, and you couldn't believe how fast it flew by. Your computer clock only confirmed this- 18:57- long past your coworkers' traditional end of the workday. But not you, you quite liked the peacefulness of the office after hours.

As HYBE's newest social media intern, you mainly took on the jobs that your managers didn't want to do- check emails, keep track of social media growth, the works. Today was spent giving you the social media passwords to Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, and Weverse and training you on what to do. Of course, this was taught to you by a much older man- the head of the social media department. While you knew exactly how to operate online accounts and what a Tweet was, you allowed the head manager his time in the spotlight by making him think he was teaching you the hidden knowledge of the internet.

You check Jandi, the office management system, to ensure you've done everything assigned to you today. Yes, you've logged into the platforms, filtered through comments and replies, and watched the mandatory entry videos for the company. All you needed now was to...

Call Park Jimin of BTS to remind him of his scheduled livestream on Weverse at 19:00. Shit.

Panicking, you quickly picked up your black office landline and dialed the phone number in the computer's contact list. The phone rang for what felt like the whole three minutes leading up to the scheduled time. In reality, the idol picked up after only three rings.

"Ah, Hello?" The smooth and silky voice said on the line. You wet your lips as nerves quickly sank in- you've never been good at phone calls.

"Is this Park Jimin? I'm with the social media department for HYBE."

"Yes, it is. Is there a problem tonight?"

"No, sir. This is just a reminder to be in the studio for 19:00. You have a livestream planned with managers Seo and Kang assisting you."

"Oh, yes! I'm currently in the studio waiting for the top of the hour. Thank you, manager-nim!"

Before you could correct him on your proper title, the line had gone quiet. You let out the breath you had been holding for what felt like ages before putting the phone back on the receiver. With your final task for the day done, you marked it complete before logging in your total hours for the day- eight.

You stood up and started packing your backpack. Your phone charger, tablet, novels, and miscellaneous paperwork were packed up, and you placed your headphones on your ears before exiting the office.

The BigHit social media office was on the tenth floor of the HYBE building, right in the middle of the office block. Thankfully, the elevators in the building are much more reliable and fast than the ones on your university campus. You managed to catch an empty one and pressed the button for the ground floor.

Engrossed in your phone, you didn't even look up when the elevator stopped until you heard the ping, indicating that the elevator had indeed stopped. You checked what floor you were at- floor five- before looking straight ahead to see who was entering the lift. A tall man with a black cap, white face mask, and tan sweatshirt entered the elevator. Moving to the back left corner away from the control panel, you made a quick bow.

"Hello."

The man walked into the opposite corner, also going down to the ground floor with you. He looked at you with wide, surprised eyes.

"Oh, good afternoon," he said. He glanced at his phone before looking back at you. "I don't recognize you. Are you new?"

"Yes, sir. I'm y/n, the new social media intern for BigHit. It's a pleasure to work alongside you."

You could see his eyes slant slightly, showing that he was smiling behind the mask. He gave you a short bow before reaching his hand out toward you.

"I'm Kim Namjoon. I'm sure you'll make our socials the best they can be."

Your heart skipped a beat; You had a member of the company's- no, the world's biggest idol group right in front of you, wanting to shake your hand. Timidly, you placed your hand in his, shyly shaking his hand. Namjoon chuckled, sensing your nerves.

"No need to be shy. You'll do great. Can I walk you out?" He asked as the doors to the elevator opened, revealing the empty lobby. You gave him a smile and a small nod as you both exited the lift.

"So when was your first day?" Namjoon asked.

"It was today- I mainly did training and menial tasks." Namjoon gave a disgusted noise at your response.

"That doesn't sound fun at all. Surely your work will get more fun as time goes on."

"Yes, sir. I'm sure it will. I will do my best to make you and everyone else look good online."

Namjoon gave a loud laugh at your response, further putting you at ease. He opened the side door to the parking deck for you, indicating for you to go first.

"That's a hard job, y/n-ssi; Our career depends on it."

Namjoon meant his words as a joke, but you couldn't help but have your smile falter as you gulped in fear. In reality, BTS and the rest of BigHit's public image depended on the competency you had at your job. In the back of your mind, you knew it wasn't solely your job, you had a whole team you worked for, but the thoughts wouldn't stop isolating you and solely making you the problem. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you barely comprehended Namjoon saying his goodbyes and walking towards his vehicle.

Quickly, you snapped out of it, realizing that staring at the older man as he walked to his car looked a bit stalker-ish. You walked out of the parking lot and began your trek to your apartment.

You were a recent college graduate, having had your commencement ceremony this past spring. You majored in Social Media Marketing with a minor in English and had quite the resume and portfolio following graduation. Over the summer you applied to job after job, but rarely received a callback or an interview. Smaller businesses and organizations passed on you, but you were shocked when you received an employment offer from HYBE after your second round of interviews.

In typical internship fashion, it was an unpaid gig. They did, however, offer to pay for housing and gave you a monthly allotment of money for food. While you much rather preferred a paycheck, the stipends for housing and food allowed you to at least live in Seoul. It did not, however, pay to allow you to take a bus home. So, you had to walk the thirty-minute walk home every day.

Entering your studio apartment, you sat your backpack down on the tiny countertop of your kitchen and slipped off your shoes. Your apartment was small and cheap for Gangnam, being only ₩300,000 a month for 20 square meters of space. This meant your kitchen barely had room for a table for one, your bedroom and living room were the same small room, and your bathroom held only enough extra space solely so you could stand in one place. It wasn't much, but living in Gangnam felt better than the farmland you had grown up in.

Growing up in a small village outside of Gwangju didn't provide you with much of anything in life. If anything, your childhood consisted mainly of bullying and body issues. You were much larger than most of the other kids growing up, and even now you still leaned on the thicker side. Many strangers would stare at you with your larger behind, thighs, and bust with disgust on their faces- you weren't the beauty standard in Korea. However, while attending Chonnam University in Gwangju, you befriended a group of foreign students from America that would constantly hype up your appearance, telling you that any man in America would die to have a girlfriend with a body like yours.

But you didn't live in America. You lived in Korea.

Eventually, your American friends would graduate and move back stateside, leaving you to receive glares and offensive remarks with no backup. By this time, though, the confidence your friends provided you with was stuck in your head. Their words of 'you're just short, you don't weigh that much', 'your tits are killer', and 'I'd smack that ass' never left your conscience. To this day you don't know whether to laugh at the memories or appreciate them endearingly. You just decided to do them both.

With water boiling on the stove for your instant noodles, you lay on your sleeper sofa and stared aimlessly at the chipped paint of your ceiling. Maybe someday you'll get rich and famous like Namjoon and Jimin and live in a luxury apartment, not a basement studio apartment for less than a week's worth of minimum wage.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #bts little space #first love of late spring #seokjin x reader

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jellycrusher · 1 year ago

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Fangirl pt. 1

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 3K

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | …. masterlist

“It’s finally here!” I shouted as I bolted from my room towards the front door to greet the delivery man carrying my package. Even without looking at the mirror, I could feel my smile going up to my ears and my heartbeat furiously echoing through my chest. The delivery man handed me a medium sized box and stared at me as I reach out for the box with a huge smile plastered on my face. I signed the delivery form, closed the door and ran back inside my unit.

I ran to the living room and placed the box on the floor. I turned to my left and hurriedly rummaged for my cutter inside the drawer beside the sofa. I also took my phone on top of the said drawer and placed it on my lap. I swiftly sat down on the floor in front of my package with the cutter ready in my hand when I remembered something. I unlocked my phone and proceeded to video call my brother who’s at work. My brother’s name and his photo appeared on the screen as I wait for him to answer the call.

“Hey Y/N…” His face popped up on my screen. I silently giggled at the angle of his front camera when he answered the call. Not really flattering despite him being good looking. He must have placed the phone on a table directly below his face. “You know I’m at work right? Why did you call? Emergency?” I could hear keyboard sounds in the background. He must be busy typing on the computer as he didn’t bat an eye on his phone while talking to me.

“Yeah I know. I just wanted to share some good news” My camera is facing towards me with just my eyes peeking through screen. I was worried that maybe he’s with some people at work that might see me when he answers the video call and I’m not decent looking right now. “My package has arrived!” I low-key squealed as I pressed the ‘rotate camera’ button on the screen and directed the camera at the package. I could see my brother looking now at the phone. He placed his phone in front of him and leaned it on a stable surface for him to see me properly. He continued to type slowly on his keyboard as he steal glances on his phone screen.

“Don’t tell me…. You bought another merch?” He giggled as he looked at his phone screen and continued to type on his keyboard. He looked back at his computer screen after a second, with a smile on his face. I opened the package with my cutter on one hand and my phone on the other. Tearing through the tape, I can’t contain my excitement as i shrieked when my cutter got through the end of the tape. I released the cutter from my hand and pushed it aside.

“BTS Merch! Oh my god, I have been waiting for these for weeks. I got the latest album, more Tiny Tan figurines, and some concert goods from last tour.” I proceeded to open the box and showed my brother the contents. I felt accomplishment as I look at all the merchandise that has just arrived at home. My ARMY heart couldn’t contain the joy that I have right now. I shot my eyes back on the phone screen and saw my brother smiling as he looked at me through the phone screen.

“Hey, I’m happy you are happy but you know I work in Big Hit right? I work for them?” He stopped typing, took the phone back in his hands and brought the phone close to his face. “I could just easily buy these things for you with my employee discount.” And now his whole face is occupying my phone screen.

“Jiyong, I know but where’s the fun in that? I want to buy these items using my own money. Well, an employee discount is nice but I don’t want to abuse your privilege as I buy too much of their merchandise.” I snorted at the fact that I really do buy too much of their merchandise. Besides, when I use his employee discount, the items are delivered directly to him as he works inside the Big Hit Building. With the amount of merchandise that I buy, I don’t want to embarrass him and label him as a big fanboy especially with him working so close to the boys.

“If you weren’t my twin sister, I would totally laugh at you. Not that I think you’re crazy but you’re…. loyal” He puts emphasis on the last word. He respects my deep profound respect for the 7 boys but he thinks that maybe I have gone too far with the purchases. He placed his phone back in front of him, leaning on a surface. “Oh before I forget, did you read my email?” I was taken aback with topic change but I’m used to it as he does this all the time. I pressed the ‘rotate camera’ button once again for him to see my face.

“No, I haven’t opened my email yet. I went home so late last night. My last client in the gym arrived late so we finished late as well. A bummer.” I scoffed as I remembered the fatigue that enveloped my body yesterday. I work as a gym trainer/physical therapist full time and a dance teacher/choreographer as my sideline. I work at my friend’s gym located in the heart of Seoul as a gym trainer. I currently handle 7 clients, some who I have worked with for a few years already. I also teach dance classes at a small dance studio just a few blocks from where I live. Mainly, I handle BTS dance classes because duh, I am a full-blooded ARMY. I really tried to make my passion as a source of income and it warms my heart to see people having fun when I teach them those dances.

“Check it. Anyways, I gotta go. I still have a lot to do. As you know, the company is busy since BTS will be releasing another album sometime this year.” My brother currently works as a Recording Engineer in Big Hit. He used to brag to me that he’ll spend hours with BTS and TXT. I was jealous of course but I am so proud he’s working for them. Whenever I listen to songs from Big Hit artists, I try to think that he has contributed to a lot of songs despite not knowing what exact songs he has worked on. Another reason why I listen and support them.

We both said our farewells and dropped the call. As I took out all the contents of the package unto the floor, I used my phone on the other hand. I opened my mail and saw few unread emails. Some of them were from my subscriptions on Netflix and Spotify, which I barely read. On top of the list was my brother’s mail. I saw the subject “READ THIS FANGIRL!” and I laughed. Here I thought he sent me something urgent or important that needs my utmost attention. Must be another event or merchandise that they’ve yet to announce to the public.

I opened the mail and my eyes were glued to the first line of the message body.

“Big Hit is hiring backup dancers. See the forwarded email below, sis. I think they’re meaning to assign whoever they’ll hire as part of BTS dance team.” Did I just receive this email? It came from my brother so it must be true. He won’t prank me like that. If I apply, there’s no guarantee that I’ll be hired right? That’s too bad if I won’t be hired but there’s nothing to lose if I try to apply.

I left my package scattered throughout my floor and ran towards my laptop lying on my bed. I sat down on the floor beside my bed and opened my laptop. I felt like a kid but here I am, rushing to find my resume to apply for a new job that might eventually change my life.

….

It’s been a week since I applied as a backup dancer for Big Hit. I sent in my resume and a few videos of me dancing to some of their artists’ songs. I’m lucky to have known a lot of BTS’ songs and choreographies by heart and I might have tried to study some of their label mates’ songs as well. I haven’t received a reply back from them and I’m worried that I may not receive any response ever.

Apparently, BTS is known for having only male backup dancers as far as I know so it’s news to me that they’re hiring female backup dancers now. It got me thinking that this might also attract fellow fangirls like me to apply but knowing Big Hit, they wouldn’t want anything scandalous to happen just because they hired female backup dancers. I’m not saying that female dancers lack professionalism but how the boys are the top rank boy group in the country, female fans would be green with jealousy if they see female dancers dancing with them. Some Armies are really protective when it comes to the boys so it’s really shocking to hear that the company is finally considering this.

The day that I got the mail from my brother, I spent half of my day planning what dances to shoot and submit. I chose BTS’ Idol and Singularity, TXT’s Crown and a freestyle dance to Beyonce’s Yonce. I wanted to showcase my range in dancing by carefully choosing a variety of songs. I admit that the reason I may have applied to this job is partly because I’m a fangirl but nonetheless, my passion for dancing is bigger. I have been dancing since I was a kid but I was not this confident at the start. It’s hard to convince me to perform in front of a bigger audience, let alone a stadium full of fans. I slowly got over my fear little by little when I started teaching dance classes at the dance studio. The fear is still there and you may wonder why I am applying for this job when I’m scared shit in performing for a large audience. BTS taught me to love myself and I am really trying my best to go out of my comfort zone. I figured that this may be my best chance in doing so. Also, I get the benefit of working alongside them which is a big plus.

I couldn’t really focus on my job for the whole week. I find myself regularly checking my mail in the hopes of getting a response from Big Hit. 5 days and there’s still no mail. Maybe my email just went to their spam folder or maybe I typed in the wrong mail. On the 7th day while I was pulling out my clothes in the dryer, I heard a ping from my phone from across the hall. I left my phone on my bed and the laundry room is right beside my room. I noticed that the ping was my assigned tone for mails. I hurriedly took out all my warm dry clothes and unto the basket, closed the door of the dryer and turned the lights off in the laundry room.

“New Mail. Subject: Dance Team Application” I saw the notification banner and my heart just jumped out of my chest. I felt my forehead sweating profusely, fingers shaking and my throat closing up as I try to open my phone and check my mail. I silently and swiftly read the contents of the mail. After two seconds, I shrieked at the top of my lungs and threw my phone across my bed. I ran out of my room and in circles around the living room. Good thing I live alone so that I could just celebrate and make loud noises like this. I jumped up and down on the sofa while etching the image of the mail into my head. I buried my head on my pillows and shouted once more, emptying all the air out of my lungs.

I ran back into my room and read the mail again.

“Good day, Miss Y/N.

We have received your application and we are glad to say that we are impressed with your resume and skillset. We would like you to come in our office tomorrow so we can meet and talk personally with our dance team. We are glad to have you join our current dance team. Details of our meeting are expressed below.

Time: 10 am

Address: 42 Teheran-ro 108-gil, Daechi-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul, South Korea

Attire: Comfortable Casual

Please look for Mina at the front desk to escort you. Thank you.”

I still can’t believe what I’m seeing. Did I just got accepted? As a backup dancer? For Big Hit? Maybe for BTS? I’m such a lucky fangirl. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

….

It’s a good thing that my schedule is free today. I don’t have any clients in the gym scheduled for today and the dance studio is closed for today. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I woke up at 6 am as I feel my jitters bothering my sleep. I tried to go back to sleep but I trashed the bed and rolled side to side for about 30 mins so I decided to go for a run. I turned on my Spotify and played my ‘Intense Run Playlist’ which mostly consists of high bpm BTS songs. There’s a jogging path near where I live and the scenery is filled with trees. Very calming, which I really need right now.

I arrived in front of the Big Hit Building around 8:30 am. I made sure to arrive early as I don’t want to be late for the meeting. I’m so anxious right now if I’m allowed to go up as early as 9 am or should I just arrived on time. I lingered outside and paced back and forth at a nearby shade. I wondered if I could visit my brother and stay with him for the mean time.

“Is she a stalker?” I heard whispers coming from my right as I slumped back at the pole where I’m taking shade just across the building. “That’s scary.” Three schoolgirls were standing a few meters away from me. They were staring and smirking at me. I wondered why they would think of me as such then I realized that I wore my hoodie up to cover half of my face.

“I’m not…”

“Good luck stalker-nim. You won’t get a glimpse of the boys.” They giggled and ogled me with judgmental looks with their arms across the chests. “Can you get away from the boys? We don’t want stalker armies like you.”

“As I said, I’m not a stalker and I’m older than you. Why are you talking to me in an informal tone?” I pull my hoodie off my head and slowly tread towards them. They laughed and ran away at the sight of me making my way to them. Sheesh, do I really look like a stalker?

I looked at my watch and it’s still 9:10 am. I guess I could try and visit my brother. The fresh morning air blew gently in my face, as if to welcome me, and be my merry playmate, and the sun looked at me with a warm and tender smile. What a nice start to my day, I thought. I put up my hoodie again and I was comfortable once more with the warmth my mere hoodie gave me.

“I have a meeting in your building today. Do you want to meet up? I’m not due until 10 am. – your adorable look alike” I texted my brother and inserted my phone back in my pocket. I breathed in the fresh breeze and not a second later, my phone pinged. I pulled out my phone to see my brother’s name on the screen.

“Lucky, I’m on a coffee break. I’ll be down in a sec.” he replied. A grin was present on my face as I stood up from where I was leaning. I skipped from across the street towards the building. I looked above at the sky and towards the top of the Big Hit Building and when I returned my gaze back in front of me, I was met by a dark haired man in his mid-twenties. I bumped into him and was knocked down at the side of the street. I exclaimed in pain as I rub my backside.

“Hey look where you’re go…” I looked up and immediately recognized the face. The man was wearing a grey Fear of God shirt paired with black baggy pants. His face was half covered by a black mask and his hair was kept away from his face with a black headband almost occupying his whole forehead.

“You should be the one watching you’re going. Crossing the street while prancing around like that.” He scoffed and continued to make his way towards the building. He didn’t even help me up. I sneered back.

“I’m sorry. I assure you that he’s not usually like this. He’s in a bad mood.” Two hands were suddenly around my elbows, propping me up from the ground. I turned my head and saw a woman around mid-twenties as well. She was carrying an opened big black bag propped on her right shoulder with filled with piles of unruly papers stuck inside. When I finally was able to stand up properly, she took off her hands from me and bowed in apology. She swiftly followed the man and shouted, “Yoongi, wait. I can explain.”

So I was right. It was Suga. All the images of a funny and loving Min Yoongi ran through my mind. Just like a scary movie, it was replaced by a disgusted look he shot at me a while ago. Did he…. Maybe he thought I was a stalker or something? I guess if I really looked like one then I don’t blame him for shooting those looks at me. However, a decent person would help anyone up in that situation.

I beat the dust off my hoodie and slowly treaded towards the building’s entrance. Not a really good way to start my first interaction with anyone from BTS, I thought.

Next part: 2

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