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baepsaets · 6 years ago

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eight’s a crowd pt. 4 ~ bts

pairing: ot7 x reader

rating: sfw

word count: 6.6k

summary: you’re a bighit staff member in charge of stage set-up when you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the very seven men you’re setting stage for. soulmate au!

a/n: everyone... my beautiful followers... i’m so sorry it took me so long to post this! there will be one final part after this that will include smut. also i went to see aquaman tonight and it was so good. having jason momoa and amber heard kicking ass in the same movie made my little bi heart quiver lmao. also i want mommy nicole kidman to spank me with a trident. enjoy this update and i hope everyone has been having happy holidays!

disclaimer: i always put a read more in my fanfiction, but it does not always work on tumblr mobile. this fic has a read more already in place.

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You were adjusting the sounding system in the pit when you felt a sudden weight on your back. You startled and turned around and found yourself pressed against Jae, who coddled you like a baby. He smelled like cologne and alcohol and something mechanical, vaguely oily and coppery.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, drawing your name out into one long sigh. If you weren’t so caught off-guard, you would have laughed. “We’re leaving early today!”

He was leaving early today. It was the last concert before the unimaginable—a month-long break. Set-up crew got to leave a whole half-day early, leaving mid-crew to pick up a little of their slack. But you knew they deserved it, especially since they’d been short-handed after you left.

It was hard to imagine that it had been a whole month since you’d switched to mid-crew, and even longer since you’d met Bangtan. Sometimes, it didn’t feel real. You missed your old set-up crewmen, but it was hard to miss them too much when there were seven other people around to eagerly keep you company.

Jae’s bag was already slung over his shoulder, and you knew he was about to leave. Your break didn’t technically start until after the concert tonight, and true to mid-crew form, you’d be staying with Bangtan wherever they went. The thought filled you with unimaginable excitement—for a month, you’d get to be with them without having to worry about work or scheduling.

“Remember to teeeeeeeext,” Jae slurred, clutching you to his chest. You patted his shoulder awkwardly, face smushed into his clavicle. “You never teeeeeeext anymore.”

“I text you every day,” you complained, your voice muffled by his flannel.

“But it’s not enoooooough,” he moaned. He was probably already a little intoxicated—a few people in set-up crew had already broken out a bottle of vodka in celebration, and no doubt Jae had already indulged.

You asked, incredulous, “How much more do you want?”

“I don’t care. I miss you,” he admitted, and you cooed at his cuteness.

“I miss you, too,” you laughed, pulling away from him. “But you need to get on the bus before they leave without you.”

“They would never,” Jae scoffed, but you raised an eyebrow. Sungjin would. Oh, Sungjin so would. And you could tell in his gaze that he realized that, too. “Okay, okay. I’m leaving. But I love you! I’ll text! Don’t think just because you’re famous now that you can get rid of me!”

He said this all while walking backward, voice raising with every sentence. Some of your other mid-crewmen stared at you curiously, and you waved Jae away in embarrassment. Your good rapport as a hard-worker had carried to your new job, but you still didn’t know the rest of mid-crew well enough to be weird in front of them.

You weren’t famous by any definition of the term, but you’d garnered a certain amount of attention in the past month. It was impossible not to, considering at least one member of Bangtan was around you every day. It was easy to pass off some of it as work, but the rest of the crew had to at least suspect that your professional relationship with them went deeper. No one had said anything about it, at least not to your face, and you were grateful that at least a portion of the people you worked with knew how to mind their own business.

Working for another hour, you were finally setting up the last of the lighting equipment. You were usually the quickest crewmember to finish your work, simply because set-up crew had conditioned you so well. When you finished early, you either helped set up the rest of the venue or went to seek out Bangtan to see if they had any time to hang. Because their schedule was so packed, they usually didn’t, but it was still nice just to see them. Their faces would light up whenever they caught sight of you, even to this day.

You reached up to adjust the light, and a warm pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Electricity buzzed through your body immediately. “Hey, baby.”

“Oh, my God,” you exclaimed. “Why is everyone sneaking up on me today?”

“Not happy to see me?”

You turned your head and saw Jimin smiling, bottom lip tugged between his teeth. He fake-pouted, and you had to suppress the sudden desire to wrap him in a hug and never let him go.

“I’m always happy to see you,” you replied, before you could stop yourself. Your face flushed, but so did his, which was your favorite thing about him—at least you could make him blush, too.

Jimin pressed his cheek against the back of your neck hard, and then released you. You kept tinkering, despite the sudden distraction.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said. “The sound system on the left side burnt out this morning. We were able to replace it, but the sound check before the concert is probably gonna start early.”

Jimin grunted in acknowledgement, and you continued talking, back still facing him.

“And you need to be careful. There’s a slick spot by the—,”

“Mhmm,” Jimin hummed. His voice was closer than you expected and you turned around, freezing when you realized he was right behind you. Jimin’s mouth curled into a small smile, and he reached out to tuck a hunk of escaped hair behind your ear. “You look good in that sweater.”

“Thank you,” you replied automatically, but your heart stuttered.

Out of all Bangtan, Jimin was the touchiest. He was the one who complimented you the most, voice edging on flirting. Whenever he smiled his teasing smile, your face would heat up hot enough to fry an egg on your forehead.

“Can we stop by your hotel room after the concert?”

He could have asked you to commit second-degree murder and you probably would have agreed to it, if he kept looking at you like that. “Yeah, s-sure. I mean, yes. If it’s okay with BangPD and everyone.”

“We already approved it,” he grinned, unconsciously leaning closer. You could feel the heat radiating off his body. To the outside world the two of you may have looked like a couple, but in the past month, you’d slowly learned how to let go of the world’s opinion. You didn’t care what they assumed about your relationship unless it negatively affected Bangtan’s career.

“Oh?” you asked, smiling your own teasing smile. “Were you that confident I’d agree?”

Jimin’s face flushed, and that was normal for him, too—always so flirty, until the teasing was turned on him. Then he became a shy mess. “Well, I mean—not that we knew you’d agree, but you usually—and then we, um—,”

You couldn’t help but smile at his cute stuttering, but then your smile faded, stamped down by the sudden guilt and confusion bubbling in your chest.

When you’d first started hanging out with Bangtan, dazzled and starstruck, you’d thought whatever silly crush you had on them would fade. After getting to know them, you’d thought you’d come to love them only platonically.

But your crush—or should you say, crushes—spiraled completely out of control. Bangtan had thoroughly swept you off your feet.

How could you have fallen for seven different men? Being alone with each of them, or several at a time, filled you with such a strong happiness that was only rivaled by how you felt when the eight of you were together. Then, the world felt clicked into place, like a weight you didn’t even realize you were carrying was lifted off your shoulders.

“I need to get back to work,” you told him, taking a step back. Distance. You needed to create some distance, no matter how much it hurt. “We can talk about it later, okay?”

“Okay,” Jimin replied, pouting. You resisted the urge to pull him to your chest and coo.

You moved to turn around, but before you could, Jimin dipped closer for a split second and pressed his lips against your cheek. Face flaming, you turned to him with mouth agape, but Jimin was already backing away toward the door, lips curled in a teasing smile.

After he left, you absent-mindedly rubbed your cheek, still feeling the tingling imprint of his mouth on your skin.

Ten minutes later, your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a text. It vibrated again. And then a third time. It must be the group chat you were in with Bangtan, which could get ridiculously active. You glanced around for your manager and snuck your phone out of your pocket, just when it started vibrating multiple times in a row.

Namjoon, 1:35pm: So, party in (Y/N)’s room tonight?

Hoseok, 1:36pm: SWEET i’ll give the staff money to go buy snacks

Jimin, 1:38: remember to ask for TWO boxes of popcorn because :/ someone :/ ate it all :/ last time

Yoongi, 1:39: quit being so shady and just @ jungkook already

Jungkook, 1:39: IT WAS

Jungkook, 1:39: LITERALLY JIN-HYUNG

Jungkook, 1:40: NOT ME

Jimin, 1:40: WHAT?

You chuckled and glanced around quickly, typing a quick message.

You, 1:42: I’ll message you guys when I’m done with cleaning the stage and then you can come over. I’m putting the group chat on silent tho bc I’m still at work.

Already, your message prompted several quick replies.

Hoseok, 1:42: (Y/N)! <3

Jin, 1:43: We will not be silenced!!!!!!!!

Jimin, 1:43: HYUNG U SAID JUNGKOOK ATE THE POPCORN U LIAR

Taehyung, 1:44: lmao OOPS

Taehyung, 1:44: caught in a liiiieeeeee~~~

*Jimin has removed Jin from the chat*

*Namjoon has added Jin to the chat*

Namjoon, 1:46: Quit removing people from the chat just because they piss you off

*Jimin has removed Namjoon from the chat*

Yoongi, 1:47: as expected

“(Y/N)!” your manager called, almost making you drop your phone. You looked up guiltily and were lucky to discover she wasn’t even looking at you—she was too busy trying to keep a stage light standing. “Could you come over here and help me fix this?”

Sighing in relief, you pocketed your phone and went to help your manager. You liked your manager a lot, but she still made you nervous. You made sure to stay on your best behavior when she was around.

You held the top of the light while she screwed it into place, and when she was finished, she beamed up at you. “Thank you! And I’m glad you’re here.” Her bright look turned apologetic, so you knew you were in for some serious shit. “I have a favor to ask.”

“What is it?” you asked, cautious.

“Ji-sung is out sick tonight,” she admitted. “We need another crewmember in the camera pit. I know you don’t like going near the crowd, but you have the most experience with the stage material and I’d think you’d be a huge help to them.”

The breath left your chest. “I don’t know, I really—,”

“I know it’s last minute,” she interrupted, “and I know it’s a little inconvenient, but you’re our best replacement. It would only be for tonight.”

Your teeth clinked together, nervous. You were not a crowd person, and the camera pit was right in front of it. They were the pit that was most at risk of being tramped or attacked.

But you really wanted to leave a good impression with your new manager.

“Yeah,” you said, slowly. “That’s fine, (Y/M/N). I’d be happy to help.”

“Oh, thank you!” she gushed. “I’ll tell the camera crew. Think of it as a blessing! It’s basically a front-row ticket.”

A front row ticket in front of a writhing mass of fanaticism. Really, you didn’t mind people. People were smart—until you put them in a crowd. Then they were a hazard.

“Call time is 6:15!” And with that she flounced away, far too happy to be at work. Your manager truthfully was a different creature.

You let out a deep breath and shook your head. “Goddamn it.”

You distracted yourself with idle work leading up to the concert. It felt like everything and nothing needed to be done. You already knew Bangtan was busy with sound check and weren’t available, but that didn’t stop your from peeking your head in every once in a while to listen to them.

All you had to do was make it through the concert, and then the eight of you could finally relax.

You weren’t present for sound check, like you usually were. Instead you were busy introducing yourself to the camera crew and modifying their equipment. By the time the venue finally allowed people to start filing in, you were called away to help with lighting while the camera crew set up in front of the stage, so you didn’t get a chance to even wave at Bangtan until just an hour before the concert.

Walking into the waiting area, Namjoon’s head shot up immediately, and his gaze found your own. You smiled, and then the rest of Bangtan was turning their head. Hoseok waved manically.

You dodged a few frantic crewmen still trying to finish setting up before the concert began. Taehyung was the first to hug you, nuzzling into the side of your neck. Jin rubbed his hand along your shoulder and you smiled at them gratefully.

“We missed you during sound check,” Yoongi said, slightly pouting in a way that he would deny to be pouting, except it definitely was.

You sighed. “I’m not doing sound check tonight.”

“You look upset,” Hoseok noticed, and once he’d said it, the entirety of Bangtan circled you in concern. It was overwhelming in a good way, a flattering way, and you liked it because you weren’t used to people trying to take care of you. Jin cupped your cheek in one hand, analyzing your face.

“I’m fine,” you assured them. “I’m just nervous. I’m replacing Ji-sung in the camera pit tonight and I’ll have to be in the crowd.”

Namjoon nodded his head in understanding. “It can be overwhelming.”

“You’re telling me,” you muttered. “I’m afraid I’m gonna get dragged backward and trampled, never to be seen again.”

Jeongguk laughed. “That won’t happen, don’t be nervous.”

“We’ll keep an eye out for you,” Jimin said, and you realized he was smirking. “You’ll be in the front row. It’s the best seat in the house.”

“We’ll perform well for you,” Taehyung added.

“When do you not?” you asked, and then backtracked. “Perform well, I mean—not like, perform well for me—uh—,”

Jin laughed at your flustered expression. “Just keep your eyes on us the entire time and you’ll survive.”

You were certain that doing just that would be what killed you.

The eight of you chatted for a bit more until it was time for you to leave. Hoseok must have noticed how nervous you looked, because he leaned close to you for a second and planted a second kiss on your cheek. You didn’t see it, but Bangtan eyed him jealously.

“It’ll be fine,” he chirped, and you smiled.

“I’ll see you after the concert,” you told them, and then made your way to the stage.

The venue was an arena, and it was huge. The camera pit was set up in a small section in front of the middle of the stage, to avoid blocking a majority of the crowd view. It was protected by thin guard railing and a hanging sign that would do nothing to deter someone who was really interested in bypassing it. The second you stepped by the crowd your hair stood on end, but you put on a brave face and approached the pit, speaking with the camera crew. There really wasn’t much for you to do except help them with emergencies and fill in where you could.

You couldn’t help but glance back at the crowd. They were getting antsy, and so were you. It was like their infectious energy was seeping into you. You barely resisted the urge to scream when the concert began, and the entire crowd went wild.

The energy Bangtan brought to the stage was insane. It was like the entire arena was cradled in the palm of their hand. It didn’t matter who you were—if you were a fan, an employee, a stranger on the street—in that moment, they owned you. There wasn’t a choice about it.

It was amazing because at that moment you weren’t their coworker, or a BigHit employee—you were just a fan at a concert, who’d somehow gotten a really, really good seat. Seeing them perform so closely to you made your heart stop.

And throughout the entire concert, Bangtan kept staring at you.

You knew, logically, that they weren’t staring at you—they were staring at the camera. But you couldn’t help but feel like they were staring at you, trying to catch your eyes with their dancing and obscene hip thrusting. You were barely able to resist the urge to cover your face whenever it happened, giving in a few times when you were just too flustered to look. The camera crew, who were used to such a display, laughed at your embarrassment.

Sometimes they would point in your direction, stick their tongue out—Jimin, boldest of the seven on stage, laid on his back and thrusted into the air not one foot away from the lip of the stage, directly in front of you.

Heat was coiled so deeply in your stomach, you were afraid you’d explode.

Near the end of the concert, you got a message from your manager over your headset—since you’d done her such a big favor, she was letting you leave after the concert was finished instead of staying to help clean afterward. You were intensely grateful, because you were sweating and flustered and really didn’t know how much more you could take. You bid the camera crew goodbye and made your way backstage once Bangtan exited, the screaming of the crowd echoing as you walked further and further way.

Once in the back, you looked for them excitedly. It wasn’t often you got to see them directly after a concert. You were still hot and bothered, but you tried to push it to the back of your mind as your gaze snagged on them, all seven by the very edge of the stage.

“Hey!” you called, and the second Namjoon caught sight of you, his face split into a dimpled grin that almost made your heart stop.

He strode toward you, and you didn’t realize what he was doing until he swept you up in a hug and spun you around, giggling. Bangtan was right behind him, and suddenly you were in the middle of the sweatiest group hug you’d ever had in your life.

“How was it?” you heard Jimin ask, although you couldn’t see him through all the people in the way.

“It was amazing,” you replied. “Really, you all did fantastically.”

“It’s because we knew you were watching,” Hoseok declared. “You’re our good luck charm.”

You laughed and pulled your bottom lip through your teeth, looking away. A small smile curled your lip, and Jeongguk took you by the chin and planted a quick kiss to your cheek.

“So cute,” you thought you heard him breath, but you couldn’t be sure over the noise still echoing throughout the arena.

“Are you doing an encore?” you asked, and Jin nodded.

“Yeah, we’re gonna rest for a moment and go back out.”

“I got off a little early, so I’m gonna head back to my room and shower, okay? Come over whenever you want. I think Namjoon already has an extra copy of my room key.”

“We’ll come over the second we’re done,” Taehyung said, and then he was hugging you too, your face buried in his neck. “Thank you for watching us.”

“I always watch you,” you admitted. “I’m just never in the front row.”

Jimin’s grin was sharp and sly. “We know.”

You shooed them off, watching them glance back at you as they prepared to go back on stage. You waved them goodbye until they were gone, and then even peeked through the curtain to watch them from the sideline for a moment. I was just like all that time ago, when you’d caught a sneak peek of them before running into Jeongguk, except now you had permission to be here. Now you knew them. And now you knew just how much they meant to you.

Your hotel room was on the second floor next to the venue. You were still one of the only women in mid-crew, and had secured yet another room to yourself. It had two beds, and you threw your bag down on the closest one before showering and changing into something more comfortable. You put on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt and sat down to start browsing Netflix, looking for a new movie to watch. You thought, vaguely, about taking a moment to take care of the heat still simmering on low in your stomach, but knew you’d never be able to look them in the eye if you did something like that right before they came over.

After just over an hour, you heard the door unlock, and you perked up just in time to watch it swing open and reveal the seven people behind it.

“We’re here!” Hoseok hollered, and you laughed.

“And we brought towels,” Jimin informed. You noticed that they were still wearing their makeup, and were still in their stage clothes. They must have really come straight from the concert to your hotel room. Namjoon was the last of the seven to file in, and he held up a huge bag of food for you to see.

“We also ordered takeout,” he said, sheepishly. He knew how much you hated it when they spent money on your food.

You took the bag and shot him a mock-glare. “Go take a shower. You all stink.”

You were glad they’d brought extra towels, because the seven of them rotated through your shower like madmen before getting dressed and climbing into bed. You were sure they were used to such a routine, which explained how they did it so efficiently. You all chatted and ate while everyone showered, celebrating and laughing. It only took thirty minutes for everyone to get settled.

Jeongguk wanted desperately to watch a horror movie, and you relented and allowed it, all of you climbing into one bed. You ended up pressed against Jin, and his hair was still damp from the shower, and he smelled clean and fresh and manly. You had to bite your lip to resist leaning forward and burying your face in his neck.

An hour later, Jimin whispered, horrified, “Oh, no.”

“She’s so dumb,” Taehyung muttered. “She deserves to die.”

Hoseok curled further into himself, and you felt him rocking back and forth on the bed while you clutched your own pillow to your chest. The room was pitch black, except for the glow of the television screen.

The main character took another hesitant step forward, toward the murderer hiding within the house, and toward certain death. The scene was quiet, ominous music played in the background—you all knew a jump scare was coming soon.

“This isn’t even realistic,” Yoongi said. “The fake blood is too thick—,”

Namjoon interrupted, hissing, “Quit talking during the movie.” Not a second later, the murderer jumped out on the screen, making Namjoon yelp. You jumped, and Jin let out a shrill shriek.

The screaming on the screen was drowned out by everyone’s sudden gasp and Jeongguk’s maniacal giggling.

“Hyung—,” he tried to say, pressing his fist against his mouth. “Hyung—what noise what that?”

Jin’s face was red. “That wasn’t me.”

“Then who was it?” Jimin cackled.

“It was (Y/N).”

“Don’t pin that on me,” you immediately countered. “My voice doesn’t even go that high.”

Jeongguk dissolved into giggling again, while Jin’s face heated further.

“I can’t hear,” Yoongi snapped, still paying attention to the movie.

You didn’t know what time it was, and you didn’t care. For once, you didn’t have to worry about going anywhere.

Once the scary movie was finally over, you all decided to watch something lighter to calm down. Jimin picked out a rom-com that had most of you groaning, but no one protested enough to change his mind. It was fun to laugh, but whenever a romantic scene came on, you couldn’t help but eye them nervously. You were afraid that your ridiculous affection would suddenly be tattooed on your forehead.

In the particular movie you were watching, two people fell in love at first sight. It was almost like they were soulmates, and you sighed. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the movie, but watching a movie like that was hard when you were surrounded by seven people you loved but knew would never love you back.

“Have you ever been in love?” Jeongguk asked, suddenly. It took you a stuttered second to realize he was speaking to you, wide and dark gaze unreadable in the low light. You realized that the movie was already over halfway finished, and you’d been distracted for a majority of it.

You stared at him for a long time, lost in thought. It felt like the entire room was waiting for your answer with bated breath, and for the first time in a long time, you felt slightly uncomfortable.

“Not like that,” you said. “And I don’t know if I’d want to be.”

Jeongguk looked away, but Namjoon drew your attention as he asked, “What do you mean?”

It was hard to explain, and you weren’t sure how to begin. How did you tell these men that you wanted that type of love so desperately, you could taste it on the tip of you tongue? How did you describe to them how much it scared you, enticed you, beckoned you for more? A type of love you could only read about, hear about in movies. The type of love only shared between soulmates?

It was easier, pretending not to want it. Because if you pretended not to want it, then you wouldn’t have to live with the crushing disappointment of never having it.

“That type of love doesn’t exist,” you ended up saying, because you were a coward, and intimately aware that you’d managed to fall in love with every single one of them, so who were you to be so greedy?

“I don’t think that’s true,” Jimin said, quietly. The movie was just a humble hum in the background, barely audible. “Maybe you just haven’t found it yet.”

It hurt, thinking about it. Hope could be just as painful as it was uplifting. “If it does exist, I don’t need it to be happy.”

They’d ruined you, you realized. There would be no one after them. Any chance you’d had of finding mediocre love with a man who made you happy but didn’t light a fire in your soul was dashed, and all because for the first time in your life, you’d found people that made you feel alive.

“Of course, you don’t need it. But what if someone wanted to give it to you?” Taehyung inquired.

You turned your head and looked away from them, considering and contemplating fruitlessly. “I don’t know.” The mood in the room plummeted, and you couldn’t help but think it was your fault. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Jin whispered. “Sorry for interrupting the movie.”

“It’s fine,” you laughed, only a little awkwardly. “I wasn’t really paying attention anyway. Do you want to watch something else?”

They agreed, and finally settled on the first episode of a crime show you’d never heard of but pretended to watch avidly. Several of them glanced at you from the corner of their eyes, but you tried your best to ignore it.

By the time early dawn was creeping at your window, it was already decided that Bangtan would spend the night. Such was your routine. You ended up squished in one bed with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon, with Jin and the maknae line on the other bed. Everyone was so tired that sleep came easily, but you still lingered awake, thinking and worrying about the situation you’d gotten yourself into.

You needed to distance yourself from them, or tell them how you felt. You knew they’d never return your affection, but at least you wouldn’t feel guilty about lying to them.

I’m in love with you, I’m sorry. I need some distance to think.

It would almost be easy, but you didn’t want to see the look on their faces when you confessed. You would probably sound crazy. Who fell in love with seven people? They would probably think you were faking it because they were handsome, rich, and successful.

No, no, you knew that was your insecurity talking. But you also knew your friendship with them would never be the same afterward. You weren’t sure if you were ready to lose them.

You were so tired. You wished you could just fall asleep and not worry about anything until the morning.

“You can relax,” Yoongi whispered, suddenly. His voice was low and gruff and muddled by sleep.

You almost startled. Yoongi was lying right next to you, and you’d held yourself rigid to avoid touching him. You were afraid of making him uncomfortable. You could feel the pressure of Hoseok’s back against your own, but he was already fast asleep.

“M’fine,” you murmured. Yoongi snorted at how tired you sounded and scooted closer, until you had to actively fight not to sink next to him.

“Come here. It’s fine.”

You hesitated for a moment longer before settling down, letting Yoongi’s weight on the mattress roll you closer until you were pressed against his side. You rested your head against his chest, intertwining one leg between his. “Is that better?”

“Yeah,” you whispered into his sweatshirt, voice almost slurred with how sleepy you were. You wished you were at least coherent enough to appreciate his sudden closeness. “Are you comfortable?”

“So comfortable,” he muttered, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head. He maneuvered until his arm was underneath your head, fingertips drawing idle patterns across your back. “So, so comfortable.”

You laughed and looped your arm around his middle. “You’re such a sap.”

Yoongi’s body was incredibly warm, and you angled your face upward toward his neck. You could feel Hoseok’s back pressed against your own, and you wanted him to turn around and wrap you between him and Yoongi like a Bangtan sandwich. You dispelled the thought a moment later, knowing that it would lead nowhere except to awkward heartbreak.

“You smell good,” Yoongi said, instead of replying.

Unconsciously, you took a deep breath and smelled him. He smelled like the hotel’s scented body wash and whatever leftover cologne he’d put on before the concert. “You do, too.”

“Did you enjoy the concert?”

“I always do.” In the dark of the hotel room, with the only sound being the rest of Bangtan’s steady breathing, you felt safely cocooned. It was like living in a different world, where whatever pain and heartache you felt could be left outside, and inside this haven you could finally be free. “Sitting in the crowd, watching the seven of you do what you do. . . you just take my breath away.”

He went quiet. You were almost embarrassed for being so open with him, but blanketed by warmth and darkness, you found yourself too tired to care. Yoongi’s chest was moving up and down steadily underneath your cheek, and the soothing feeling was steadily pushing you toward sleep, until he broke the still and earnest silence.

“It’s better, now that you’re here,” he admitted, in a voice almost too quiet to be heard. “You make us better.”

“Mhmm, Yoongi,” you murmured, face still pressed against his chest. You were so tired, and your body was so heavy. You would never get over this feeling, of being able to exist absolutely comfortable in their presence. Hoseok shifted behind you, and you felt the curve of his spine through the thin material of your t-shirt.

“Yeah, baby?”

You hummed again, slipping further out of consciousness. You thought you heard him chuckle before he drew you closer, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. You cuddled closer to him and sighed, the beating of seven other hearts lulling you to sleep.

~~~

You woke up that morning cold, and a little bit barren. You didn’t understand why until you shifted and didn’t feel anyone next to you. Your hand met warm pillow, which meant you hadn’t been abandoned for long, but was still less satisfying than finding a warm body.

You nuzzled sleepily into your pillow and almost hummed, until the low sound of whispering caught your attention.

For a moment, you were too tired to listen, but as the whispering went on, you slowly starting paying more and more attention. Then, you recognized voices.

“We need to tell her,” someone said. You perked up at the mention of a her—you? Another woman?

“We can’t,” Jeongguk despaired. “You heard her last night. We need to give her more time.”

“You were the one that was so eager in the first place,” Yoongi hissed. “You’re the one who asked all that shit last night!”

“Be quiet,” Namjoon scolded. “She’s still sleeping.”

You turned your head just slightly, and caught sight of the hotel clock—it was only six o’clock in the morning.

“I just feel like we’re lying to her,” Taehyung whispered.

“It’s not lying if we plan on telling her later,” Hoseok said. “Now just isn’t the right time.”

Jimin butted in, saying, “It’s been over a month. What if there isn’t a right time?”

“We’re being too hasty.”

“We’re being impatient.”

“We’re wasting precious time!”

You sat up in bed slowly, and it was as if all of the air in the room was suddenly vacuumed away. Taehyung made a distressed noise in the back of his throat, and you asked, “What are you talking about?”

Your voice was soft and gruff with sleep, but still auditable. Someone in the room gulped.

No one said anything. You could see them now, piled together on the other bed, Jimin and Namjoon braced on the edge while the other five cowered behind them. You shifted until you were sitting directly across from them. The blanket was bunched around your waist, and your hair probably looked a mess, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Your nose twitched, and you asked again, “What are you talking about?”

The silence stretched impossibly longer. Everyone was looking between you and Namjoon, but even he seemed at a loss for what to say. You glanced at each other their faces, trying to analyze them for weakness. Someone would have to talk—someone would inevitably break.

“We’re in love with you,” Jimin blurted out. Everyone turned to glare at him while you gasped, raggedly. It was like a bucket of water being thrown over you.

You stared at him, wide-eyed and incredulous. For a moment you were too afraid to speak, until you breathed out an uncertain, “What?”

“We’re in love with you,” Jimin repeated, softer, slower. “All seven of us.”

Unconsciously, you shook your head. It didn’t seem possible, and your brain was having trouble making sense of it—there was no way in Heaven or Hell that all seven men in Bangtan were in love with you. You were nothing, compared to the women that surrounded them daily. You were nothing, compared to the money and the fame they had. You were nothing. Maybe you were still dreaming, and this was all just an elaborate fantasy.

Jin was quick to do damage control. “It’s not as weird as Jimin makes it out to be.”

“Actually, it’s weirder,” Yoongi commented, dryly. “We’re soulmates.”

To himself, Namjoon muttered, “God, we’re so bad at this.” He pinched the bridge of his nose but didn’t move to speak further.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“It means,” Yoongi continued, “that the eight of use are meant to be together. Every single one of us. We were meant to be together since the day we were born.”

“It’s not something we can explain easily,” Hoseok winced. “But the seven of us already knew what to expect, when it happened. Meeting your soulmate is like finding a missing part of yourself. It’s touching another person and knowing they hold a piece of you.”

“It’s looking into someone else’s gaze and seeing yourself reflected back at you,” Taehyung added.

“It’s filling a hole in your heart without even realizing it was there,” Jeongguk finished, quietly.

Namjoon decided to interrupt, saying, “We know it’s hard for someone who hasn’t seen it before to understand. That’s why we haven’t said anything until now.”

You looked up at the ceiling, not sure what to say. A part of you wished they would have told you sooner, but another part knew you wouldn’t have been ready to hear it.

“Didn’t you feel something?” Jimin asked, leaning forward on the bed. “When we first met, when we were finally all together? Didn’t something about it just feel right?”

“I don’t know,” you whispered, and your voice was embarrassingly weak. “I—uh—,”

You must be going insane. Soulmates didn’t exist, and if they did, you certainly would have seven of them—and they certainly wouldn’t be the entirety of Bangtan. All talented, handsome, special—and then plain, boring you? Nothing about it made sense when it was laid out in front of you, logical and analyzed.

But you couldn’t forget that feeling you’d had, when you’d first met them—all the heated touches, the electricity, how comfortable they made you. That feeling you’d had in the car, when Namjoon had shut the door and suddenly the world didn’t spin on a titled axis, suddenly a layer of static was lifted from your brain, and for once you could be at peace.

You couldn’t forget the rightness, buried deep in your chest.

“Why me?” you asked them. “I just don’t see why me.”

“Because you’re the only person in the world meant just for us,” Jeongguk breathed, and his voice was reverent, and the seven of them looked at you like you were something to be worshiped.

And it was too much. Your insecurity, your confusion—they pilled on top of each other and multiplied and multiplied, filling your body and your chest and it was too much.

You stood abruptly, startling them. “I think I need to leave.”

“Don’t go,” Jimin immediately begged, reaching out to you.

You took a step back. “I-I’m sorry. I need to think. I can’t think clearly when you’re all here.”

“Then we can leave,” Namjoon started to say. “This is your hotel room—,”

But you turned before they could stand, and you were out of the hotel room before they had time to stop you.

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eunseokstulip · 6 years ago

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Why break up in the first place? MJ Astro smut

Helloooo so I made it a reunion but by y/n changing universities because I was stuck on writing a plot for a high school reunion. Especially for the plot I had in mind without making them like 30. I am so sorry this took 10 years ugh. Next is Felix and that should be up in the next 1.5 weeks.

Rating: smut, fluff

Warnings: reunion smut, oral (fem receiving) semi-public sex (in a public place but no one sees) fem!reader

Word count: 1.86k

Unpacking the last of your bags you flopped on your bed, exhausted. You just changed universities, after studying economics for 3 years at one to please your parents you decided to make a move toward your passion and applied for a performance university where you were about to major in singing. You met your new roommate a week prior, a photographer called Sunmi. You scrolled through your phone for a while before Sunmi came in.

“Yay!! You’re done.” She said, pulling you up. “I,” she said “am taking you out.” You pouted “Out where?” You didn’t exactly want to go out, you were tired and wanted to watch ‘My ID is Gangnam Beauty’ on Netflix then sleep. “I have to introduce you to my friends!” God, this girl had lots of energy. “Come onnnn, put your shoes on and lets go.” She laughed. “Ok, ok.” You gave in.

Sunmi took you to what looked like a giant frat house. Your step faltered but once you were inside you were surprised by the cleanliness of it. “Boys! Where are you?”

You wound up in a giant living room with 7 boys sprawled out on the floor and couch. “This is my new roommate Y/N.” Sunmi introduced you. You waved “Hey.” Your face scanned the boys, one looked very very familiar to you though. They all introduced themselves, Sanha, Jae, Brian, Jinwoo, Rocky, Dowoon and then “Hi, I’m Eunwoo.” Thats where you knew him from. “Oh, you’re in-“ “My ID is Gangnam Beauty, yes” he finished for you, showing his eye smiles. You laughed awkwardly, kind of dazed because what the hell.

Sanha spoke up “Moonbin, Wonpil and Sungjin are out right now and MJ is upstairs, but he should be down soon.” The 9 of you got drinks and you were explaining why you transferred when a boy walked down the stairs. “Ah MJ there you are.” Rocky said. You turned you head. There was your ex boyfriend, shirtless with a towel around his neck, wet hair leaving droplets on it. “Y/N?” he said “Myungjun” you blinked Oh, MJ “You two know each other?” Your head turned to Brian before turning back, only finding MJ gone upstairs, presumably to put a shirt on.

You turned back to 8 sets of expectant eyes. You went on to explain you and MJ dated for 5 years, through the end of high school and broke up a year and a half ago. Toward the end of the story MJ came down the stairs again. He looked at you and scratched the back of his neck. “How have you been?” You asked. “I’ve been ok,” he replied “I don’t mean to come off as rude but why are you here?” “I changed universities to major in singing.” You couldn’t believe it completely slipped your mind that he went there, you remember how excited he was when he told you he got accepted into the uni. “Hey” he smiled that smile you missed so much “Thats my major.”

A couple months and you were certainly settled into your schedule, Sunmi was miles better than any roommate you’d had before and you finally met the others. You and MJ were good friends, always getting coffee before walking to class together, since you both major in the same department. It was never really awkward between you two, and you could see how much he matured. You missed him and regretted cutting off contact with him but at the time it seemed like the easiest, less painful thing to do. He was as bright and bubbly as ever, his excitableness and loudness never changed.

“Y/N?” Your thoughts were cut off by MJ tapping your shoulder. “Hmm?” You hummed in question. “You spaced out, do you want to study in the book shop tonight?”

MJ worked at a book shop, a quaint little place and during his late shift, almost no one came in so he often abandoned his duty to come study with you. “Sure, I need to work on my English.”

You and MJ had been studying for a good while. You had finished majority of your English and was craving a break. “Wanna take a break?” MJ like he read your mind as you stretched back. You nodded and stood up. You lazily scanned the book shelf when you tripped on the leg of MJs chair. You fell over, falling just past the fluffy carpet to have your knee scrape against the wooden floor. “Are you ok?” asked MJ. You turned around to sit on your butt. Red trickled from your knee. “I’ll be right back.” MJ said, then return shortly after with a cloth and a bandaid. You let him clean your knee. “Y/N?” MJ asked, looking up from your knee. “Hmm?” you hummed in question.

“Can I kiss you?” You lightly blushed at the question. Too many things to say yet nothing at the same time, all you could bring yourself to do was nod. You felt his breath on the side of your mouth before his plush lips sealed over yours. He pulled you back, so he was lying back on the carpet, with you situated on top of him, awkwardly balancing yourself so much as to not let your hurt knee touch the floor. Once he realised he promptly flipped you over so he was on top of you. His lips were working a frenzy against yours and you were almost to lost to care you were in a public place. We’re only kissing, its fine. You went to assure yourself, but as his jean-clad bulge grinded down onto you you pulled away. “MJ…” you started while catching your breath. He was now kissing your neck, giving a little hum for you to continue. “MJ, we’re in a book shop, oh my god is there CCTV?” He pulled away and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “We only have a mirror in the top corner as security and the shop closed 40 minutes ago, I’ve already turned the sign.” He smiled. “Oh.” Was all you said.

Not wanting you apart for much longer you pulled his head back down again. His right hand went down to pull on the string of your sweatpants, and pulling them off of your waist. You were so turned on you could feel the cool air hit your wet underwear. “MJ, off” You commanded motioning at his pants. He pulled his jeans off as well as getting your sweats fully off of your legs. His shirt followed after. He had definitely gotten some more muscle since you were last with him intimately, him being quite scrawny back then. “You're still clean right?” You asked, sure you’d been together before but you knew you’d both had sexual partners since. “I wouldn’t have taken it this far if I wasn’t” he pointed out. You nodded. “Ok, me too.”

Your hands felt the smooth skin of his back as your legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him closer to you. He grinded down again, the feeling so much more raw with less clothes. You could clearly feel the outline of his semi-hard cock. Pulling it out of his briefs, you pumped him until he was fully hard. As you did he let out a whine and his hand slipped into your underwear to prep you. “Always so wet Y/N, nothing has changed.” “Hurry please.” you asked. Your core begged to be filled. When he just kissed you again, you tugged the edge of his briefs harshly so his hips were brought closer to your face as he hovered over you. Your tongue met his pre-cum covered tip as you started pulling his briefs lower, now resting mid-thigh. He swung his leg off of you to take them off. With him no longer covering you, you felt so much more self-aware of what you were doing and where you were. “I really hope no-one can see us.” you mumbled but MJ still heard it. “I locked the door and we’re hidden by two rows of bookshelfs. I promise we’re ok.” This encouraged you to pull your hoodie off, also slipping off your bralette. “MJ, in my purse there should be a condom.” He nodded and shuffled around before pulling it out. “C-can I put it on?” you felt kinda dumb for saying that but you knew he liked it when the other person did it. He smiled cutely and shuffled his hips closer to yours as you sat up. After it was on and another kiss, he was lined up. “I really missed you.” you said. “I don't want this to be a one time thing.”

“Do you think we’re ready to date again?” He asked. “Yes.” you whispered. That was enough for him to fill you up. Your walls accepted him eagerly. He kissed your chest as he made the first tentative thrust. “Fuck” he cursed. “I missed you so much.” He fought the urge to turn you around and take you from behind because of your knee, instead, bringing both your knees over his shoulders. The movement lifted your ass, causing him to be able to reach deeper inside of you. Your head went to the side as you tried to hide your moans. “You can make noise baby, just not too loud.” MJ fucked you harder on the carpet at the bookstore, you no longer phased by the location. “More, MJ.” you said. His hand went to rub your clit as he watched himself enter and leave your core. He couldn't wait until he could fuck you raw again. He hadn't had sex in months, so his stamina wasn't at its best as he felt himself grow closer. He came into the condom, wanting to keep going but for the sake of not having cum spill everywhere he pulled out. He quickly removed and tied the condom as you whined, upset at the loss of friction. As soon as he was done his fingers slammed into your core and his lips sucked on your clit. You moaned at the relief, feeling the pleasure inside you building again. You bit the back of your hand as you came harshly, shock waves of overstimulation making your body jerk as MJ continued getting you off. His mouth quickly met yours as soon as he was done, you tasting yourself all around his lips and tongue.

You felt that warmth in your chest spread again, feeling genuine happiness and serenity from being with MJ. Breaking up with him seemed so insignificant now. “Be my boyfriend again, please.” You asked. His lips pursed into a smile. “Well I don’t have to worry about my parents not liking you at least.”

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When the group found out, they weren't the least surprised. “You knew all along?” You asked at Moonbin. “We all saw it coming like 2 weeks into you coming to the school.” Wonpil mentioned.

“Yeah hyung, I would've asked her out of it weren't so obvious.” Rocky teased followed by a loud yelp as MJ attacked him before picking you up and running out of the house, all the others laughing.

#MJ #astro #Myungjun #astro myungjun #astro first win #all night #all light

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dorks6 · 6 years ago

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hi~~ i’m erin (or a devil, according to vika, but i digress...)! can you please please please do something with debate team captain!sungjin, animal shelter volunteer!jae, librarian! young k (this one wasn’t my idea but i’m requesting for an anon), art club member! wonpil, and neighbor!dowoon?

Hi Erin! Nice to meet you!! Today has been hectic and I am tired beyond reason or comprehension, so quality of this answer is debatable, but!! I could not stop thinking about this!

Debate team captain!Sungjin (disclaimer, I know nothing about this as a task to take on and it shows):

Not someone you’d expect to be into debates

He is considerate of everyone’s opinion when he speaks in classes

A thoughtful person!

But he is really into debates

And he’s good at them

He gets really passionate about them in this grounded, stable way where you can see that he has thought about this matter a lot, thought about all the angles and weighted his opinion out on them

Despite being fired up remains calm and considerate, though gesturing Increases Rapidly

Now, if you manage to throw him off track or he is not given time to prepare on subject, will get a bit silly and/or take considerable pauses to deliver a well rounded finishing blow

Really interesting to watch while you’re saying your part because everything he thinks is out in the open on his face, including when he agrees or is impressed by angle you approached

Now as team captain he’s… Really good

The sort that everyone goes to run their thoughts by and he will subtly reassure them to say what they think is right, but also help to find ways to hone it/words to do so

Never the sort to pour ideas into one’s hands, but will guide you on the right path

Really proud of growth of every member in his team, not shy about expressing it either when needed in sincere words

Will have snacks to both reward and cheer people up, you can count on it

Just have snacks in general

Didn’t really aim for the spot, just ended up there because no one could really imagine someone else in the place

A wholesome opponent that will respect your skill and lovely captain that will stand by you and lessen any blows

Team probably wins high place in National Tournament and when they all thank him, says something cheesy but also absolutely true that they all had it in them and if he could help bringing it out, it’s was his luck to be there and then

Animal Shelter Volunteer!Jae:

Comes in one day at start of new uni year just to wistfully stare at puppies

Dorm doesn’t allow animals and he really misses his pets back at home

Doesn’t say that exactly but it shows

Plays with the animals for a good bit and before leaving comments he wishes he could do this every day

Someone points at the poster ‘Volunteers Wanted’ and he gets this big grin on his face, signs up immediately not even considering his work load at uni

“How hard can it be?”

It’s hard! You know that yourself and don’t expect him to really show next week

But he does

And also the week after that

Definitely loves playing/spending time with animals a lot

Gets all pouty and whiny when you make him clean cages. But does it in the end. Most of the time

Enjoys feeding the bunch because he can spend time with them directly

Acts as if he has favorites but really loves them all

Adoption rate increases after he joins because he’s just Hype Man Extreme, able to find just about perfect pet for almost anyone that comes in and Hyping them up in hilarious ways that they succumb quickly

Rehauls all social media accounts for the shelter, makes pet memes like the “Coke, size: medium” that pretty much go viral

So, after a while, doing the media stuff and feeding animals is what he does primarily

One day you catch him around when he definitely should be in class, just kind of buried underneath puppy pile

You don’t ask what’s that about and sit with him in companionable silence

Sometimes there are days just Be Like That

Overall a real gift to the shelter, even if at times annoying and acting as he is every animals favorite and the saving grace of the shelter (it’s annoying because it’s true in part)

Librarian!Young K (this was hardest because Young K is not much of a book reader so I tried to respect that):

Probably isn’t even a librarian, just librarian assistant during uni

Charmed his way in to get a bit of cash, easy access to all books when he does study and, most importantly, quiet nap space

You probably end up finding out the last fact and he knows he could lose this cozy spot, so he offers to do favors for you

Now you can imagine how that scenario ends…

Anyway, it’s not like he doesn’t know enough to do his job, no!

No matter if he’s just student-assistant or actual librarian, he does have a genre or two he genuinely enjoys and is plenty of knowledgeable about others to give advice/help out as needed

Maybe he absorbs books in his sleep, who knows

But to be fair, he is good with computer and figuring the cataloguing arrangements/library set up easily

Plus, what a quick, well defined Google search cannot do?

Might use quiet time to write music

In empty hours right before closing, when it’s not study session, you might even catch him strumming guitar as he composes

It’s really quite something, to see him among the bookshelves in big chair, scribbling on pages strewn in front of him or lost in the chase of the tune as he plays

A bit annoying to any friend that comes in, though, popping up from unexpected places and scaring them, mocking their frustrated groans

But will also definitely buckle down to help as needed

As always, a lovely duality that just wants a good nap

Part 2 with Wonpil and Dowoon coming hopefully tomorrow, because it is after 1am here and I need my sleep! I hope you like this, but shakes fist at @younghyuns-nose-scrunch that promo’d me, because like… How did I end up here, writing AUs for them when I said I’d not do that, even on this level. 😂(She’s truly an enabler.)

#Do I tag this? Ah fuck it I will #Day6 #Jae #Sungjin #Young K #rainy writes stuff #i guess #day6 au #lovely people #eriines #sent on a cloud #edit: it doesnt show up in tags and my last shreds of dignity are saved

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jikooksama · 7 years ago

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Thank you for working so hard for us! Do you know any smutty jikook babysitter aus with top jk? Thanks you!

Anonymous said:Do you know if there is a fanfic where Jungkook is the babysister of Jimin’s brother or something like that? Thank you honeyHi! Sure thing, here you go! I’m sorry if some of them don’t have smut or feature jimin’s brother, but I hope they’re still to your liking :)Title: BabysitterAuthor: heyhosamRating: TeenLength: 20–25k wordsGenre: Angst, Fluff, SmutSummary: Jeongguk finds himself stuck with his cousin’s son for the next six months. It wouldn’t be that bad if the kid were old enough to take care of himself, but the young man is only four years old and Jungkook is not used at having kids around him. He’s lucky that Jimin is willing to help.Title: CheatAuthor: NochucomethruRating: TeenLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: FluffSummary: When he got inside he was greeted with the sound of a beautiful laugh that he didn’t recognize. Despite being Sungjin’s babysitter for three years, Jungkook had never met Jimin. He heard stories about him so many times from his younger brother, but he was just now realizing that he didn’t even know what the man looked like.Title: Crushing on the Substitute TeacherAuthor: pastelrainbowsRating: Not RatedLength: 15–20k wordsGenre: Fluff, HumorSummary: Jungkook gets asked by his older brother Namjoon to babysit his nephew for the week. Only problem is, he’s a barely functioning 22 year old who eats cereal out of the box. And then he meets the substitute teacher at his nephews school. Park Jimin. Jungkook suddenly feels a whole lot better about babysittingTitle: I Like You, TheoreticallyAuthor: thecityofgoldRating: General AudiencesLength: 1–5k wordsGenre: Fluff, HumorSummary: Jungkook’s little cousin loves to embarrass him and definitely knows more than she should.Title: NannyAuthor: NochucomethruRating: MatureLength: 10–15k wordsGenre: Fluff, SmutSummary: “I can’t believe I’m actually considering being a nanny. What did I do wrong in my life?” Jungkook sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Probably the entire sleeve tattoo that you couldn’t afford,” Taehyung said.

#jikook #jimin #jungkook #babysitter!AU #tattooartist!AU #teacher!AU #nanny!AU #ask

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ted-hyung · 7 years ago

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Can you write jaepil where Wonpil with jae because jae keeps on being mean to him/refusing his affection on camera (and maybe also off camera but idk bout that)

dude anon-sshi real talk; jae is more lenient towards wonpil’s affection if compared to sungjin smh i want to punch some sense to sungjin. anw what i’m saying is, jae openly laughs and mocks wonpil’s affection yet

gifs credit 1, 2.

honestly aksfkjaskjdfa. so i gotta twist the prompt a bit, yeah? tell me if you’ve read this then likes then reblogs lmao.

title: have you no idea that you’re in deep?

rating: G / word count: 1.8k / to celebrate jae’s upcoming birthday this one’s set on their upcoming Vlive “mama’s recipe” thingy / enjoy and comment on AO3 lol.

“everyone, right now we’re picking our teammates,” brian says to the camera to fill in the silence, “by drawing lots. it will be two versus three. so far, we have wonpil and jae-hyung picking two ends painted in red, and sungjin-hyung and dowoon with blue ends. now it’s my turn.”

jaehyung watches as brian, with what little variety show sense he has, carelessly picks the last lot with a loud exclaim. his end is painted in blue. sometimes, life just works in ways that jaehyung isn’t a big fan of.

he pretends to scoff at sungjin, dowoon, and brian team, bragging to the camera about wonpil who does the most cooking in their dorm anyway, meaning that he’s got some experience that’s not just ramyun or ordering seasoned fried chicken, nope, and at least wonpil is smiling and nodding like he’s satisfied by jaehyung’s acknowledgement—like he hasn’t been talking to jaehyung for approximately a week ever since that happened.

not that jaehyung himself tries to talk to wonpil, either, but you get the drill.

“eyy, still, our team has the mystery benefit because dowoon won the game!” sungjin laughs, crossing his arms. his apron has brown the bear from line messenger app. “PD-nim, may we know what’s the mystery benefit now?” he asks the PD, and apparently the benefit is unlimited phone call to someone’s mother whenever they’re not sure how the recipe goes.

“can we make overseas call?” brian widens his eyes, probably half for the camera and half genuinely hoping that he can call his mother in toronto.the PD shakes his head, smiling apologetically, and the whole studio goes ‘aahhh~’ and brian’s pout is definitely only a show for the camera.

dowoon raises his hand. “so what are we going to cook tonight?”

it’s bibimbap. that’s so easy even jaehyung thinks that he’s got the knack of putting boiled vegetables and whatever style meat on top of white rice and finished with soft-boiled egg and pepper paste.

except that there are a lot of steps to follow.

the red versus blue team are cooking side to side, and they have to finish cooking in just one hour. wonpil asks him if he’s ever cooked rice without rice cooker and jaehyung, for the sake of the fans, goes blank for a solid one blink of an eye to the camera. wonpil’s smile is helpless, and he’s giggling as he takes over to cook the rice manually, and tells jaehyung to start washing the vegetables.

first, jaehyung washes the carrots, complaining that they haven’t been peeled, then the bean sprouts, the spinach, and the shiitake mushrooms while wonpil measures the water needed to cook the rice manually. when he’s done with the rice and the portable stove is working its magic, he begins to mix sauces to marinate the beef.

only to pause after he puts a tablespoon of honey to the small bowl. “jae-hyung do you want cooked or boiled beef? wait, do you want to use chicken, instead?”jaehyung makes sure that he’s washed the shiitake mushrooms thoroughly before answering, “you’re making the sauce to marinate the beef, right? just don’t overseason it? i trust your judgement.”

wonpil nods, smiling, and then he’s explaining to the camera what other ingredients that he puts to make the sauce, spouting some cheesy remarks about wanting my days to try his cooking and winking cutely before the camera focuses to jaehyung.

“no one is really in charge of cooking in our dorm, but wonpil does it the most,” jaehyung says, peeking over wonpil’s shoulders and feeling the younger man stiffening upon their close proximity. “usually he cooks kimchi fried rice. but if we’re talking about ramen, dowoon cooks it the best. what? me? nah, i’m hopeless. i can fry eggs, maybe some instant pasta with their instant sauce. wonpil-sshi? what else can i help you with?”

“oh, would you please boil the vegetables and the mushrooms together?”“‘together’, like, together in one pot?”

“yes.”

“everyone, that’s how hopeless i am,” jaehyung confesses to the camera, laughing loudly at himself. “okay, i need water, right?”

wonpil is giggling again, his cat’s whiskers are making an appearance.

“boil the water until it bubbles, then adds two teaspoons of salt.”

“salt?”

“yes, jae-hyung, the basic seasoning for bibimbap’s veggies.”

“alright, chef.”

wonpil scrunches his nose and instructs jaehyung to just boil the spinach and beansprouts for one minute, two minutes for the shiitake mushrooms, and three minutes for the carrots. jaehyung doesn’t want to take any risk so he fishes out his phone and activates the timer.

but he seems to forget something.

something that the cameraman points out to him, asking him aren’t you supposed to slice the vegetables first? and jaehyung gapes, shocked, rendered to nothing thanks to his stupidity.

“really, jae-hyung?” dowoon clicks his tongue as he’s spying on the red team, one hand holding a big wooden spoon, doing nothing. brian and sungjin are also laughing at him, like they didn’t make two phone calls to sungjin’s mother for the past fifteen minutes to ask her to guide them step by step, then more.

wonpil is cackling. he has two hands covering his mouth and jaehyung is more relieved than anything else, because hey, at least i can make him laugh again.

“alright, everyone, don’t panic,” jaehyung recovers from his genuine shock to don the natural swag for the camera. he nods seriously as he takes a knife, and refuses to admit that he’s completely clueless; how the heck do you slice vegetables?

“hmm,” jaehyung hums, not really having to exaggerate his clueless expression and body language as his right hand is poised with the knife. “it’s like this, right?” he takes a deep breath and takes one big, cleaned carrot. he cuts it in half. but if he keeps going, the carrot will be sliced in circles and jaehyung is pretty sure bibimbap doesn’t have circled carrots. okay, maybe he should cut each into another half?

“jae-hyung?” wonpil asks, wiping his hands on the female white bunny apron he’s wearing, also a character from line messenger app. jaehyung’s is a tiny yellow chick, brian’s a blonde man with shoulder-length hair, and dowoon’s a bald, naked person. the aprons are all cute, unlike the vegetables that jaehyung has to tend to.

“yeah?”

“you’re bleeding!”

wonpil doesn’t usually say this, not even when he’s on the low, but right now he really, really kinda hates himself. the tears just won’t stop for some reason, and he was so distracted by jaehyung’s blood that he didn’t realize his fingers were sticky and peppery. brian says his eyes are swelling a little on the edges, puffy and teary, and more than anything else, not even how his face would turn out on cameras and on my days’ phone screens, he’s more worried about jaehyung’s fingers. the older man didn’t cut them deep, just a graze, really, but he’s been making wonpil sad ever since that happened.

the v live show must go on, though. sungjin volunteers to help and handles the vegetables with ease. jaehyung is frying two eggs as a side dish, and wonpil is still under the care of manager-hyung; an ice block is placed on his left eye.“you okay?” manager-hyung asks, sitting next to wonpil on the folded chair next to the PD.

“yes, hyung. i’m so sorry.” wonpil says, sniffing.

“it’s okay. five more minutes?”

“yes, please.”

five minutes are enough for wonpil to watch jaehyung laughing and talking to the camera. five minutes are a long time to remember what happened last week; the soft and pillowy feeling of jaehyung’s lips on his, the sharp alcohol breath and the tender hands on his cheeks. if wonpil concentrates with all of his might, he can feel the same electricity just by imagining those calloused fingers on his skin just like last week when, under the influence of one bottle of soju, jaehyung decided that it was the right time to kiss wonpil without any preamble, leaving wonpil questioning everything.

everything that includes, why, and other why why why that follows.why did he kiss me?

why didn’t he say anything?

why is he ignoring me?

why am i avoiding him?

why don’t i ask him why?

and the tears flowed because today is jaehyung’s birthday. birthdays are supposed to be special, yet wonpil just has to ruin it by crying uncontrollably just because jaehyung grazes his fingers with a knife. he’s 25 years old, for god’s sake, he looked even more bewildered by wonpil’s sudden crying rather than his actual pain.

“wonpil-sshi? whenever you’re ready.” the PD is smiling at him, his hat says ‘good day’ and wonpil is determined to make it up for jaehyung today.

who doesn’t even bat an eyelash when he bounces back to his spot, the only reaction he has is to tell wonpil to try the boiled vegetables, and nothing else, not until he’s placing a comforting hand on wonpil’s lower back and speaking in a softer, less show off-y tone.

“i’m sorry, jae-hyung,” wonpil mumbles, though it might be still recorded on the camera anyway.

“for what?” jaehyung mumbles back, not leaving wonpil’s side, his hand warming wonpil from inside and out.

“i ruined your birthday,” wonpil huffs, “the blood was too much.”

“don’t be silly,” jaehyung says, smiling, leaning down to whisper, “i’m sorry tho. i’m a coward.”

“me too,” wonpil agrees, and their moment is broken by dowoon reminding them with faux-concern that they only have fifteen minutes left.

surprisingly, the last fifteen minutes run smoothly. the rice is cooked to perfection and the too salty vegetables can be fixed with just soaking them in lukewarm water to rinse off the salty taste. jaehyung loves the marinated beef, and his fried eggs are looking great when they’re put as a garnish on top of their hot stone bowls. in the end, because of limited duration, they don’t hold a final showdown based on the PD’s voting and they all get to finish their bibimbap after saying goodbyes to the camera.

the hearts stopped at 2,739,023 mark.

in the van on their way back home, sungjin is sleeping on the front seat, and brian and dowoon are not much more awake than him on the middle, while wonpil and jaehyung are sitting just inches apart at the very back, their phones in hands, typing confessions that can’t be verbally said out in the open. wonpil asks a lot of whys, and jaehyung explains it’s because i’ve always wanted to kiss you but, you know, we live in a crowded dorm and, i don’t know, you have this vibe that i just—i just don’t want to taint you or something, wonpillie, what i feel for you is so strong sometimes i’m afraid it will consume you. me. i mean—

and wonpil shuts him up with a quick peck to his pillowy lips as he talks nonsense about what he’s feeling without knowing just how much his is towards him—and jaehyung is chuckling, it’s rumbling low like he’s either super amused and confused and wonpil reaches out to pinch his waist, prompting him to squeal and causing dowoon to wake up, whining at them to just get back to sleep.

#day6writersnet #jaepil #jae #wonpil #jaehyung #day6 #day6 fic #day6 scenarios #kpop fic #* answered thank you #lowkey otp #* le post #drabble

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eight’s a crowd pt. 3 ~ bts

pairing: ot7 x reader

rating: nsfw because bangtan can’t stop talking about sex lmao

word count: 5.4k

summary: you’re a bighit staff member in charge of stage set-up when you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the very seven men you’re setting stage for. soulmate au!

a/n: i can’t even begin to say how grateful i am for y’alls patience and understanding! it’s been a long time coming but here’s pt. 3. there will definitely be a pt. 4, which i’ll hopefully have quicker than i had this chapter, lmao. happy reading!

part 01 02 03 04 05

“(Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N)? (Y/N)!”

You startled and jerked your head. Jae stood next to you, and he dramatically waved his hand in front of your face. “Earth to (Y/N).”

“I’m busy, Jae,” you said, focusing on your task. You could feel your bad mood festering underneath your skin. You didn’t want to talk, but Jae had already acknowledged you and no amount of shoulder shrugging was going to make him leave.

“Oh, you’re busy,” he replied. “I guess you’ve been pretty busy lately, y’know, hanging out with Kim Taehyung all day—,”

“Shut up!” you hissed, trying to keep your voice low. You glanced around the stage, making sure no one was listening. Brain and Wonpil were together in the pit, and you could see Sungjin and Dowoon across the stage, adjusting lighting. Everyone was immersed in their own work, but if there was anything Jae was good at, it was grabbing attention.

“How was it?” he whispered. “Where’d you eat? Did you go out? Did you meet the rest of Bangtan? And why didn’t you text me when you got back? For all I knew, you could have been murdered.”

“The only person who’s going to get murdered is you, if you don’t quit talking about this at work.”

Jae sighed loudly. “No one’s even paying attention.”

You let out your own sigh, abandoning your work to give him an annoyed look. “I met the rest of the boys.” Jae interrupted with a gasp, but you held up your hand to silence him. “We went sightseeing and then came back to the hotel. That was it.”

Of course, you were leaving out everything that mattered—Bangtan staying the night, the way just a single look from one of them made butterflies erupt in your stomach. How watching them flex and goof around on the beach had left you ridiculously hot and bothered in a way that had nothing to do with the summer heat.

The mental image of Jimin emerging from the ocean, soaking wet with his clothes sticking to every surface of his body, was gloriously and permanently imprinted in your brain.

“What were they like?”

“Human,” you replied. Jae shot you a look. “I’m serious! They were very normal. Nice, very courteous. They paid for my food.”

Jae nodded, as if paying for your food was an incredible mark of character. “They were a lot of fun. They’re just as close as they seem on camera.” It had been a huge relief, seeing how friendly they were with one another. Friendship like that couldn’t be faked. “We went to the beach afterward.”

“That’s so exiting, oh, my God,” Jae breathed.

“Don’t tell anyone else about it,” you threatened, wagging your finger at him. “I want to respect their privacy. I mean it, Jae. You can’t even tell Wonpil.”

He pushed out his bottom lip in a pout, but then realized how serious you were. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that.”

You almost sagged in relief. The last thing you wanted was for it to get around the staff that you’d gone out with Bangtan. You weren’t exactly sure what they would say, but you knew at least half of it would be less than savory.

“So how was it?” Jae finally asked. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“It was better,” you admitted, voice low. “It was the best time I’ve had since the start of the tour.” You looked down, bringing your hand up to palm at the camera stand absent-mindedly. You went back to work. “It’s never gonna happen again.”

Jae made a confused noise in the back of his throat as you finally got to the root of your bad mood. “What do you mean?”

You looked up and saw his furrowed brow, creased with concern. “I’m just a set-up crewmember, Jae. I’m sure they’re not actually interested in hanging out with me. They just wanted to show a random staff member a good time and I just happened to be the prettiest.”

Even that was debatable—you may have been the only girl in the set-up crew, but Brain and Wonpil could be radiant if they took the time to put on make-up.

Jae scoffed and hit you on the shoulder. “That’s not true.” You shot him a look and he gulped. “The hanging out part, not the prettiest part! They wouldn’t have taken you out if they weren’t interested in you.”

You snorted. “Interested how? Romantically? I went out with all seven of them, and no one showed interest. They probably just wanted to take me out as a charity case, once they found out I wanted to go sightseeing.”

That was the only way you could rationalize what had happened yesterday in your mind. After they’d left in the morning, they’d given you no way to contact them. They probably didn’t even know your last name. Cold reality had set in, and you realized that they had probably seen you as an underprivileged staff member. It had been random, even spur of the moment—once they’d heard you wanted to explore the city, they decided to show you a good time.

It was almost flattering. A lot of other celebrities wouldn’t have taken the time to hang out with an unimportant staff member, but Bangtan was generous. That didn’t stop the pang of insecurity in your chest, a feeling that bordered on rejection. You had such a good time hanging out with them, and they had only done it out of moral obligation. Yesterday probably hadn’t mean half as much to them as it had to you.

“But it’s fine,” you continued, before Jae could reply. “I still had a great time. I just don’t expect it to happen again.”

You tried to keep dejection out of your voice, but Jae heard it anyway. He cooed, wrapping you in a hug and letting you rest your forehead against his collarbone. “It’s okay, (Y/N). You still had a one in a million experience.”

“They were so nice,” you muttered, almost incoherently. “They smelled good.”

“I’m sure they did,” Jae snorted, amused.

“Namjoon found like, six crabs on the beach. He named them all. How sweet is that?”

Jae nodded and let you mumble to yourself. “It’s very sweet.”

“I can’t believe I got to hang out with them.”

“Neither can I,” Jae admitted, and you pulled away to smack him on the shoulder. “Ow!”

“No more pity party,” you declared. “Get back to work. We still have half the tour to suffer through.”

He groaned at the reminder, but then shot you a mischievous look. “Hey, now that you and Bangtan are BFF’s, do you think you could bribe them to—?” Whatever he was about to say withered underneath your harsh glare. “Never mind.”

Jae finally left, leaving you in peace. You sighed in relief with only minor guilt. You appreciated Jae and how supportive he could be, but for right now, you just wanted some quality alone-time.

You tried to focus on your work, but it was hard. The closer the concert loomed, the more your concentration veered. You remembered everything—the subtle way Jimin touched you, Hoseok’s bright smile, Yoongi’s soft glances, Jeongguk and Taehyung’s lighthearted bickering, Seokjin’s contagious laughter, Namjoon’s comforting voice.

See you tonight, baby.

It hadn’t been until after they left that you realized you wouldn’t even be able to see them after the concert, considering the set-up crew left early.

You almost felt guilty, but Namjoon’s parting comment was probably just him being courteous. In a way it would be easier, leaving early—although it was disappointing that you wouldn’t be able to see them, it was a relief to know you wouldn’t have to worry about the awkward moment when they started pulling away from you. If you held on, gripped them too tightly in your grasp, it would do nothing but prompt them to struggle until they were free. They were probably worried you’d be waiting on the edge of the stage for them, ready to pounce the second the concert ended.

No, you wouldn’t do that. You weren’t a desperate and inconsiderate fan. You had your fun with them, and now it was over; it would be better to appreciate it for what it was, instead of mourning what you thought it could have been.

Once everything was set up and the crowd started to pour in, you cooled down in the bathroom and went back to your hotel room. You packed your bag early and went back inside the venue. Spotting Sungjin with the rest of the crew loitering by the stage, you wiped the sweat from your brow and walked over. “I think I’m gonna go ahead and get in the van.”

Brian gave you a strange look. “Are you okay? Usually you’re the last person on.”

“I’m just really tired. I’ll see you soon,” you replied, trying to shrug casually. Jae gave you a concerned look but didn’t say anything as you left, sensing you still needed your own space.

You ambled onto the van and got comfortable, glad to see it was still empty. You knew you would only have a moment to yourself before people started loading their stuff, so you rested your head back and sighed, enjoying the silence for as long as you could. You were already looking forward to sleeping during the upcoming drive, while Bangtan and their concert fell further and further into the distance.

~~~

“Hand me that wire?”

You paused your work, handing Sungjin the wire he was gesturing for. He thanked you and kept working, already used to your silence. Unluckily for you, your bad mood was carrying further than you ever thought possible.

It’d been a week since you’d seen Bangtan.

Not that you were surprised, but it still stung. After their concert on Friday, Bangtan had ended up lingering in the previous city. There was a week between their last concert and their next, and with you and the rest of the set-up crew already in the next city, there wasn’t any contact to be made. Even the break-down crew had travelled ahead, to enjoy their small break with the rest of the crew.

You wanted to be unbothered. You wanted to not care, but for some reason you couldn’t get over Bangtan and the time you’d spent together. It awed you that you were able to get attached so quickly. Maybe it was because the only constant you had in your life was your meager bag of clothes and necessities, while everything else was a fleeting factor set to change. Hanging out with Bangtan hadn’t feel fleeting—it had felt permanent, which was probably why the sudden absence of them weighed heavy on your chest.

But now Bangtan had arrived—their next concert was tomorrow, and they needed to be ready. The stage was already set, and you and the set-up crew were smoothing over the finalities of the set-up. You were piddling with the sound system when the door to the arena burst open, startling everyone out of their work. Wonpil let out a shrill shriek in surprise.

“(Y/N)!” someone called, and you turned to see Hoseok striding toward you. Namjoon was right behind him with his phone in hand, as if the two of them had been looking for you.

Next to you, Wonpil gasped. Sungjin muttered a shocked curse.

“Hey,” you said, trying very, very hard to be casual, and failing very, very miserably at it. You abandoned the speaker you’d been fiddling with and turned toward them.

Seeing them in front of you again was just as jarring as the first time. In the short stretch that had passed after meeting them, you’d managed to convince yourself that your brief encounter was a dream. And if not a dream, then a moment happening in passing, never to happen again.

“Where were you after the concert Friday?” Hoseok asked. Whenever he and Namjoon reached you, Hoseok curled his hand around your arm, caressing the sensitive skin of your inner wrist with his thumb. He did it without a second thought, like the motion came naturally to him. “We were looking for you.”

A thrill shot up your spine. Unlike Taehyung last week, they didn’t waste time trying to remain inconspicuous. The entire set-up crew was staring. You tried to ignore them and focused on the two men in front of you.

“We leave early,” you replied, gesturing to your crew behind you. “To prepare the next venue. We stay until about mid-way through the concert before we head out.”

“Really?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, apologetically. You were about to apologize in full until the door to the hallway burst open again, revealing the rest of Bangtan. They glanced around frantically until they caught sight of you and immediately relaxed. Sungjin muttered another curse, and Wonpil double-tapped your shoulder. He might have said something, but you were too distracted to hear it.

Jimin greeted you first, bypassing Hoseok and catching you in a brief hug. You had enough forethought to return it, but your mind blanked when he whispered, lips dangerously close to your ear, “We missed you.”

He backed away. Jeongguk and Taehyung swooped in, each wrapping themselves around you, your body trapped between them. The oldest four kept their distance, eyeing the rest of the set-up crew. Seokjin was standing slightly behind you with Yoongi next to him, and it felt like a barrier. Just like when you’d gone sightseeing together, Bangtan seemed to form a natural circle around you, tight-knit and heartening. The rest of the crew was still staring at you like you’d grown a second head.

“We didn’t realize that you and your crew left early,” Namjoon continued. “I’m sorry, we were just worried.”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing,” you replied, embarrassingly breathless. “I should have told you beforehand.”

“When do you get off?” Seokjin asked.

“We can hang out later today, if you want,” Yoongi said.

“I feel like we haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeongguk pouted. He was still standing too close, although he and Taehyung had already released you.

You huffed in amusement, “It’s been a week.”

“A week too long,” Taehyung declared.

Sungjin cleared his throat. You whipped around, embarrassed, because you’d forgotten he was there. You couldn’t help yourself, being completely enamored by the seven men surrounding you. They were completely enamoring. When Sungjin saw he had your attention, he said, “Why don’t you take your lunch? I can finish up here.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled, almost ready to kiss his feet. Wonpil looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept silent. “I’ll text you when I’m on my way back.”

You handed him your headset and bowed quickly, saying goodbye. You waved vaguely to your fellow crew, who were still watching you with avid interest. Bangtan followed you, also bidding goodbye to the crew.

Once you were outside, the seven of them formed a semi-circle around you as you walked. Namjoon was on one side and Yoongi on the other, the rest of them falling behind as Namjoon said, “I wish you didn’t have to leave early. We really wanted to see you.”

“Think of it this way,” you told them. “Wherever the seven of you go, you’ll know I’ll already be there waiting for you.”

Your face flushed at your own declaration. It sounded more intimate out loud. You hadn’t meant you’d be waiting for them, just—well, except you did. That seemed to be your life, now that Bangtan had wormed their way into it. You thought about them obsessively. You thrashed restlessly in your sleep, dreaming vaguely in the shape of them, the dusky dawn stealing your memories and leaving you disoriented in the morning.

It had been a week, and already they’d ensnarled you.

Someone snagged you around the waist, pressing their chest against your back. You could tell by the height that it was Jimin—his chin fit perfectly in the dip of your shoulder.

“I like the sound of that,” he murmured, mouth pressed against your skin. His sudden hug made you skid to a halt, and Bangtan surrounded you, lips curling fondly at the interaction. Heat flooded your face, but you didn’t pull away. Usually public skinship made you squirm, but skinship in front of Bangtan didn’t make you feel uncomfortable; it just felt natural.

“It’s nice to see you guys again,” you admitted, voice low. Seeing them in person brought that day rushing back, from the beach to the hotel room and everything in-between. You’d convinced yourself that it had meant nothing to them, but if that were true, then why were they here?

Jeongguk beamed, taking one of your hands. “We missed you, too.”

“Come back to our bus and we’ll eat lunch,” Namjoon said. “Does that sound okay?”

You nodded, and the eight of you made small talk on the walk back. You were relieved to notice that the conversation seemed to pick up right were it left off, with no awkward pause in-between.

Bangtan had ample leftovers that they heated up. Seokjin insisted on making your plate, and the eight of you were scattered across the living area, sitting on countertops, the floor, the couch. You ate, but in the midst of the conversation you went quiet, still questioning yourself. Namjoon noticed immediately.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You look uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” you denied, toying with the food on your plate. It wasn’t a lie—Bangtan didn’t make you uncomfortable, but that didn’t stop you from shifting back and forth nervously on your feet. You just weren’t used to them, and you didn’t understand their intentions. You shoveled more food into your mouth, already feeling yourself getting full.

“You didn’t look happy to see us,” Hoseok observed, as if he’d been waiting for Namjoon to bring it up. “And you stopped talking to us after we hung out.”

“We were nervous you didn’t like us,” Yoongi continued, scratching nervously behind his ear.

“No!” you cried. You couldn’t believe that they were somehow under the impression that you didn’t like them—if you were being honest, you liked them too much. You were almost addicted to the way they made you feel. “I was just really, really surprised. I didn’t expect to see you.”

Jimin crinkled his nose. “Why? We wanted to see you after the concert, but you weren’t there.”

You toed anxiously at the floor, embarrassment coloring your face. You weren’t sure why, but you were compelled to be honest with them. You set your plate on the kitchen counter and pushed it to the side. “I didn’t think the seven of you would be all that interested in seeing me again.”

“Why?” Jeongguk asked, almost hurt.

“I’m boring,” you admitted. “I’m just a staff member. I don’t have much to offer—,”

“We think you’re fantastic,” Namjoon interrupted.

“We’d hang out with you every day, if we could,” Taehyung said.

“We wouldn’t hang out with you unless we wanted to,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Really?” you breathed, still unsure. They had no reason to lie, but you couldn’t understand why they were so interested in you. You were nothing special, nothing distinct or extraordinary. Surely they could get anything they wanted from you out of somebody else.

The eight of you sat in silence until Jimin blurted out, “Do you wanna move to mid-crew?” Bangtan threw him a scathing look. Obviously, he wasn’t supposed to say that part.

“Mid-crew?” you asked, surprised. Mid-crew were the people who handled set-up emergencies during the concert. It was a highly coveted position because it paid the best and allowed the most celebrity exposure, which also meant it was very, very hard to get.

“We talked to the mid-crew manager,” Namjoon explained, turning his attention back to you. “She said they were short on people and we mentioned your name. It’s a lot easier to move a current crewmember to a new position than interview and background check a new employee.”

“We already know you’re good at your job,” Seokjin said. “Your manager bragged when we asked about you.”

They’d talked to your manager? You pulled your bottom lip through your teeth. “I don’t know. It’s very sudden.”

“You don’t have to take it if you don’t want it,” Hoseok said. “But it’d be nice to see you more often.”

Taking the job would be your best option. It paid better, it was work similar to what you already did. You wouldn’t get to see Jae and the rest of the set-up crew as often, but you’d still see them during every break and before every concert.

If you took the job, you’d get to stay and watch every concert. No more leaving early wishing you could stay. No more sitting in the van staring longingly out of the back window.

And it paid better.

“Let me talk to my manager first,” you told them. “If it’s convenient, then yeah, I’d love to switch to mid-crew.”

They seemed greatly pleased by your decision. The eight of you finished eating, and Namjoon gathered the dirty dishes to put them in the sink for another unlucky member to clean later. Seokjin glanced at his phone and frowned.

“We don’t have long,” he said, sadly. “Want to watch a movie?”

You glanced nervously at your own phone. “I should really get back to work.”

“Please?” Jeongguk asked, staring at you pitifully. You couldn’t imagine how Bangtan stopped Jeongguk from getting away with everything with a look like that. He’d get off scotch-free for murder if he turned that wide-eyed gaze on the judge.

“Fine,” you relented. “I just don’t want to interrupt your schedule.”

“You won’t!” Jimin chirped, happily. “Sit next to me.”

He dragged you to the couch and sat down on the far end of it, pulling you next to him. He immediately cuddled against your side, barely noticing the way you stiffened. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable—but you were just one woman, you only had so much self-control. Cuddling on the couch with Jimin was awakening something within you that you’d rather keep buried until you were in the privacy of your bed or shower.

If you were being honest, you liked it. You liked the way they made you feel. But all seven were making you feel that way—if even just one of them wanted you in return, how could you choose between them?

“I’m sorry,” Jimin apologized, sheepishly. He pulled away slightly. “We’re just so used to being close with each other—,”

“It’s okay,” you were quick to interrupt, face flushing. “I don’t mind. I like it.”

Was it your imagination, or did Jimin’s smile turn into a smirk? “Really?”

You nodded your head and tried to shrug casually. “I mean, yeah. It’s nice.”

He sunk further into the couch. Jimin was pressed against you from shoulder to knee, and he brought his arm up and around the ledge of the couch, making you sink further toward his chest. “That’s good, baby.”

That damn pet name again. You pulled your bottom lip through your teeth, unconsciously leaning forward. Jimin’s mouth just looked so soft, and you wanted him to replace your teeth with his own as you bit almost painfully at the abused flesh.

Taehyung clapped so suddenly it startled you out of your trance, jerking in Jimin’s hold. You didn’t see it, but Jimin shot Taehyung a quick glare as the other man sat down at your other side. Jeongguk squeezed in next to him, and the four of you sat close on the couch while hyung line sat on the floor in front of you.

Seokjin leaned back against the couch, wedging your thighs open to fit his shoulders between them. A bolt of heat shot down your spine and you tried to ignore it, but all you could focus on was the heat of Jin’s body and the way your thighs were pressed obscenely tight against Taehyung and Jimin’s. Taehyung’s hand came down hot on your knee, and you felt Jeongguk’s fingers brush the back of your neck as he draped his arm over Taehyung’s shoulders, overlapping with Jimin’s.

“What do you want to watch?” Yoongi asked, and it took you a second to realize he was speaking to you.

“Um,” you said, breathless. “Anything’s fine, really.”

Yoongi and Namjoon argued good-naturedly over what movie to watch until they put on a nameless comedy that you could barely focus on. You were hyperaware of Bangtan’s every shift, how their every move seemed to be them pressing closer to you.

The eight of you watched Netflix until Bangtan’s manager knocked on their door to remind them they had a sound check in thirty minutes. Bangtan stood up and watched you leave reluctantly, already texting Sungjin to tell him you were on your way back. They each hugged you goodbye, holding you tighter and tighter until Jeongguk was practically trapping you against his chest.

“I’ll talk to my manager tonight,” you assured them. “I won’t be able to stay after tonight’s concert, but maybe I can make the switch afterward.”

“What’s your phone number?” Hoseok asked, taking out his phone. “Just so we can stay in touch.”

You gave it to them, giggling as they all texted you, so you had their number in return. You were tempted to linger even longer until Bangtan’s manager knocked again, and you nodded sadly before finally leaving.

~~~

“How could she think we didn’t like her?” Jimin exclaimed after you left, throwing himself down on his bunk. He snuggled sulkily into his pillow.

“We came on too strong,” Namjoon said, getting a glass of water from the kitchen. “She thought it was too good to be true.”

Jeongguk snorted. “Don’t be arrogant. Maybe we should shower her in more affection? Just to get the point across.”

“Should we buy her something? Clothes? Jewelry?” Taehyung contemplated. “Oh, I know—a car.”

“We don’t even know if she can drive,” Yoongi said, falling heavily onto the couch. “She didn’t even want us to pay for dinner, and you want to buy her a car?”

The seven of them sat in sulky silence, each contemplating what they could do to show you their affection was genuine.

“I thought this would be easier,” Hoseok admitted, toying with the end of his shirt. “We know she’s attracted to us. We know she’s interested. But she’s holding herself back.”

“It’s probably very overwhelming,” Namjoon said. “There’s seven of us and one of her. She can’t be expected to just magically fall for all of us. That’s just not how normal people do it.”

“But she’s not normal, she’s ours,” Jeongguk groaned.

Yoongi said, “Maybe we should make our intentions known early. Let her know we all want to be with her. Then she won’t be as confused.”

Jimin scoffed. “She’d run for the door. How would you feel if you found out you’re fated to love seven people? She probably doesn’t even know what a soulmate is.”

Soulmates were a very rare thing in the world, and usually happened between two or three people. Never eight. Most people didn’t even believe soulmates existed, but because the connection was usually passed down by generations, each of Bangtan’s parents were soulmates. They’d had a grasp of the concept young and had been told from an early age that they’d have a soulmate of their own one day.

Sometimes soulmates weren’t sexual, but like a complete meeting of minds. That was how it manifested with Bangtan—they were so close, they were practically telepathic. Despite this, they’d always felt like something was missing. They didn’t know what until they’d met you, and realized you were the missing piece to their puzzle.

The connection they felt with you was different than the connection that had with each other. They wanted to be with each other, but they wanted to be with you. Which was why they were so desperate to grab your attention.

The eight of you were meant to be together.

Perhaps your parents weren’t soulmates? Most people who came from families without soulmates didn’t even know soulmates were possible. Is that why you were so nervous to fall for them?

“We need to be delicate,” Seokjin said. “Be her friend first and confess once she realizes she can trust us.” He grimaced. “However long that might take.”

The following silence was heavy. Taehyung sighed and climbed into his own bunk, mirroring Jimin’s position.

“I suggest sex,” Hoseok said, and someone threw their shoe at him. “Ow! What? As if the rest of you weren’t thinking it. Jimin almost creamed himself touching her thigh in the van.”

“Shut up,” Jimin snapped, glaring at him. “You got a boner just sleeping in the same room as her. She wasn’t even in your bed.”

Hoseok’s face colored. “Whatever. It was just a suggestion.”

“We’re not having sex with (Y/N),” Namjoon said, and God help him, his dick was hard just saying your name and sex in the same sentence.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whined.

“Namjoon’s right,” Seokjin said. “We have to ease her into it. We can’t just stick her in the middle of an orgy.”

“She’d like it,” Jeongguk replied, and his tongue ran over his bottom lip. “We’d make her like it.”

“Bad thoughts!” Seokjin cried. “I’m going to get a spray bottle if you don’t stop thinking like that.”

“Like what?” Yoongi asked. “She’s our soulmate. She was made to fit under, over, and between the seven of us, at the same time, in a variety of positions—,”

“Hyung,” Namjoon hissed, mind steadily filling with the image of you spread out for them, writhing in pleasure.

“Moaning,” Taehyung added, shifting restlessly in his bed. “She’d sound so hot.”

“Cut it out,” Jimin whined. “Now I’m hard.”

“You’re all degenerates,” Seokjin said. “We shouldn’t be thinking about her like that.”

“Don’t be a hypocrite,” Jeongguk replied. “You’ve thought about her, too.”

“Her pretty little face slack with pleasure,” Yoongi continued, staring off into the distance, see it, seeing you, what you would look like underneath him. “Begging.”

“Do you think she’d moan, or gasp?” Hoseok asked.

Namjoon scoffed. “We’d make her scream, obviously.”

Taehyung let out a tortured groan, rolling out of his bunk. There was a visible and angry bulge in his sweatpants, and he gestured to it. “I can’t go to sound check like this. I call the shower.”

“No fair!” Jimin cried, hitting him with a pillow. “You always get the shower. Just masturbate in your bunk like the rest of us.”

“Don’t blame me, blame him,” Taehyung replied, pointing his finger at Yoongi. “He did this.”

Yoongi shrugged remorselessly, an almost unnoticeable flush working up his pale neck. “I was just thinking out loud.”

“I don’t care who does what where,” Namjoon hissed, annoyed by his own predicament. “As long as everyone’s problem is solved by sound check.”

Namjoon’s statement was interrupted by Jeongguk slamming the door to the back room of the travel bus, the only room other than the bathroom that had a door. Taehyung immediately rushed to the bathroom. Namjoon would have laughed if he wasn’t too busy eyeing the rest of the group, each member willing to argue over where each of them got enough privacy to touch themselves.

“I’m already in my bunk,” Jimin said, fighting the urge to palm himself through his jeans while everyone was still around.

Seokjin let out a pained sigh. “There’s a locker room in the venue I could use.”

“Driver’s seat!” Hoseok cried, exiting the bus to access the passenger seat from the outside. Like an attached trailer, the tour bus was sectioned-off from the front seat where the driver sat.

Seokjin left, and Yoongi and Namjoon stared each other down.

“You did this,” Namjoon accused, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m your hyung,” Yoongi pointed out.

Namjoon groaned. “Please don’t make me masturbate in the van again.”

Yoongi shrugged from his position on the couch. “I’m already sitting down.”

“You’re the worst,” Namjoon said. “The complete worst.”

Yoongi gave him an unimpressed look. “Lock the door behind you.”

Namjoon did so and trudged to the van. All seven of them were sweaty but slightly more satisfied when they regrouped by the stage fifteen minutes later.

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