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[lexithwrites]

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Vine Drabble 2- An Empty Bottle of Milk and A Fidget Spinner.

Request:  Can I request 14 and 27 btsxreader crack please?? Thank u :)

14. “Why can’t you just take the freakin’ compliment”

27. “Don’t fuck with me.”

Warnings: Mentions of milk.

Word count- 1.5k

-This is such a mess, idk what I just wrote.  I think I lost my mind?? I hope you enjoy anyways!

After an exhausting day of running around doing shit that isn’t worthwhile, you finally came home. You didn’t know what year it is, let alone the day or time.  You’d never wanted to get into bed so sadly, so you took off your shoes and headed straight to your bedroom.  Your bed looked euphoric, welcoming you home with the warm embrace that was your duvet.  Dramatically, you collapsed onto it, blindly searching for your pillow.  Once you were comfortable, you shut your eyes, enjoying the refreshing sound of silence for a few moments.

“Bruh where are we,” A soft whisper sliced through said silence, it hurt your ears. 

“For fucks sake not this again,” Another voice said in a low whine. “All we do is mind our business and we suddenly end up in the bedroom of a stranger. Why isn’t this the first time that this has happened? This isn’t normal…”

A loud laugh from another individual echoed in the room. “This guy… he deadass only complains I swear.  Look at this as an adventure!”

“Hoseok shut the fuck up, they’re trying to sleep.”

“I’m already awake” You intercepted, talking in a sleepy voice. You brandished your hand around in a sloppy attempt to find a light switch, but end up punching someone in the crotch.

“Ouch! Don’t fuck with me!” a man, who you assume is the same person you just made infertile, cried.  You eventually find the switch and turned on the lamp, only to be met with seven pairs of eyes staring at you.

“Who are you and why the fuck are you in my house watching me sleep?” You asked bluntly. 

“It’s not like that, I promise,” One of them, the shortest, pleaded with wide eyes. “Uh, the truth is that, uh-”

“We don’t know.” A more familiar voice said.  He was also short.

“????” you asked with your face.

“Basically right,” A new voice, a boy with bright blue hair begins to explain. “We end up in random ass places with no explanation as to how.  Last time, we were in a farm while we were rehearsing for a show, and Namjoon, the uh tall guy at the back there with the dimples, managed to trip over a horse, and then fall over while he was already on the ground.  But yeah, we don’t know where we are.  We didn’t break in, we just… appeared here.  The horse was grey by the way.”  While the blue-haired guy, who by the way, looked ethereal, as they all did but it took you a while to wake up and see that there were seven beautiful men in your room, was explaining the situation, the so-called ‘Namjoon’ along with another one of them, were doing the shoot dance and mumbling a song to each other.

“The farm was fun,” The other guy dancing claimed. “I like the countryside.  Do you have any milk?”

“In the door of the fridge.  Help yourself.” You replied.  The boy left, returning a few moments later with the bottle of milk and a metal straw.  At least he was trying to save the environment.

“It’s 2am.  Why are you awake?” The infertile one asked you.

“Fucked up day.” You respond.

“You! Deserve better! Love yourself bitch!!” The loud guy with the big smile encourages you, placing his hands on your shoulders and shaking them, making you roll your eyes. His happy face abruptly contorted into one of anger and upset at your expression, his skin becoming bright red.  “Why can’t you take the freaking compliment?!!!!!” 

“You are unable to love yourself because capitalism is exploiting your emotions in order to increase production and ultimately profit to the bourgeoisie.  Down with capitalism, love yourself!” The second shortest guy demands.

“Yeah, who needs money when you have milk. Fuck vegans!!” The shoot dancer exclaims.

Out of nowhere, a nasally-sounding instrument sounded, piercing through the room.  An accordion? 

(Sorry to break the fourth wall, but wtf am I writing at this point lmaooo)

“This shit gets weirder every time I swear to God…” The guy with the broad shoulders giggled.

“That’s my neighbour.  She likes to play obscure instruments late at night.  She was playing the melodica yesterday” You explained monotonously, probably out of exhaustion.

“Melodica?” The loud guy mumbled, to your surprise.

“What are your names, anyway? I only know that dimple shoot dancer guy is Namjoon, what’s good?” You asked

“Hi, I’m handsome, but you can call me Seokjin, that’s my government name.” Shoulder guy said.

“My name is Jimin!” The short guy said, blushing and covering his smile with his tiny hand.

“Min Yoongi,” The slightly less short guy nodded, placing his hands on the back of his neck and looking at the ground. “Nice to meet you.”

“I am Jungkook and I like milk.” Needless to explain who that was, sipping that white shit straight out of the bottle like it was soda.

“I’m Taehyung.” The blue haired one offers you a beautiful boxy smile.

“I’m your hooooooooo(p)eeeeeee Hoseok.” The loud guy sings, he too has cute dimples.

“Chill,” You reacted, slumping back against your headboard and processing the events of the night. “What happens now?” Your question was followed by silence and awkward shuffling, the sound of Jungkook slurping the last of your milk, and then choking on it.

“Dude what the fuck,” Taehyung stares at Jungkook while he struggles for air.  “Can’t you do something normal for one second? You deadass just choked on milk.”

“I’d do anything for milk, man,” Jungkook looks hurt by Taehyung’s reaction. “Hey, do you have some cheese?”

You shrugged your shoulders, carefree. “No, ate it all.” 

Jungkook frowned at your lack of cheese. “Wig, okay.”

“So what do you do?” Namjoon asked you, his eyes going wide.

“I get shouted at by other people who are more important than me, basically.”

“Not gunna lie that sounds familiar…” Yoongi looked around at the other boys, only to find their heads looking at your laminated floor.

“Maybe you should get a puppy!” Tae suggested, a bright look in his eyes.  “I have a dog, and it changed my life.  It’s so cute and fluffy and makes me so happy, love that for me, and I’d love that for you too”

“We get it, Tae, you have a fucking dog.” Seokjin bickered with Taehyung, though lightheartedly.

“I have an idea!” Hoseok flung his arms in the air and spun around, you swear you saw glitter sparkle around him. “You should get one of these!” He reaches for his pocket, struggling to get the object out.  After a few moments, he pulled the item out.

A fidget spinner.

He laughed maniacally as he spins the object between his finger and thumb.

“This gag became dead a long time ago, Hobi.” Namjoon stares at Hoseok in shame while the latter still stares at the toy spinning in his hand as if he’d never seen it before.

“No no no, just give it a try, please,” Hoseok walked towards you, holding out the fidget spinner.  His eyes were so full of happiness that you can’t say no to him.  You took the fidget spinner, which was red, and started spinning it.  It was liberating.  You burst into laughter, while Hoseok laughs with you, and the others just watched you uncomfortably.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Jungkook asked, leaning towards Jimin.

Jimin turned to the younger boy. “Breakfast?? Fuck if I know.”

You felt euphoric.  You felt free of all responsibility, as if nothing mattered but the rotating plastic in your hand.

“You know what Yoongi, you were right.  Down with capitalism! Down with the government!” You yell, a smile was slapped across your face, up to your eyes, you looked pretty scary to be honest.  Hoseok’s laughing grew louder and louder as the two of you watched the fidget spinner spin.

“Should we call the police?” Taehyung asks, with genuine concern on his face.  “Or a doctor?  Did they get high? Are fidget spinners addictive?” but the fidget spinner kept on spinning. You kept watching, your eyes going blurry as there were suddenly three toys as a result of some sort of fidget spinner mitosis.  This didn’t phase you.  You kept watching.  You didn’t take your eyes off of it, the other boys looking at each other in complete confusion as the room suddenly became colder and darker, the accordion intensifying as if the sound wasn’t terrifying enough as it was.  You vision had become so blurred that you had blacked out completely, you could feel the floor shaking and could still hear the accordion.

You sat up in your bed.  A cold sweat coated your whole body and your breathing was laboured, however your room was empty.  You had to ask yourself, ?????. Was it all just a dream? You looked around the room, trying to find any sign of life, that someone was there.  You looked at the floor, and there it was.

An empty bottle of milk and a fidget spinner.

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