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Title: Immortals - pt 4 Word Count: 5.6k+ Rating: M Genre: Drama, smut, dark fantasy Warnings: language, sexual content Pairings: BTS x Reader/OT7 x reader Summary: Sometimes, you find your destiny. And sometimes, your destiny does whatever it takes to keep you. Written By: A & B

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You can’t believe what you’re about to do.

It’s crazy.

It probably won’t work.

But you have to try.

Earlier that morning your boyfriend had sent you off with a kiss and a wave and a reminder to text him when you got to… where ever it was you were going. The driver had refused to tell you, saying something about safety and discretion and you had rolled your eyes, but gotten in the back of the black sedan with windows tinted so dark, you were surprised you could still see out of them. All you really cared about was getting them out of your head.

Even if that meant seeing them again.

They were never far from your thoughts. You saw them from the corner of your eye when you were awake, and you saw them when you were asleep. Nothing you did was helping. And every night you cuddled close to your boyfriend and shared a passionate embrace, you fell asleep feeling guilty. Guilty knowing you were about to see one of them. Guilty knowing you wanted to see one of them.

The dreams weren't always sexual, but they always offered more…. Sometimes you’d just talk with them - they wanted to know everything about you. Sometimes the dreams were random - you'd just watch them practice for some upcoming performance or be hanging out at some book store or coffee shop. Before you met them, your dreams had always been vague, and, well, dreamlike. But now, your dreams were so vivid you could almost swear they were real. You knew you were in trouble when you started going to sleep earlier and waking up later in an effort to stay in them longer. It also didn’t help that majority of your dreams ended with your legs thrown over broad shoulders and a warm, wet mouth latched onto your cunt. It appeared that in your dreams, the guys had an obsession with burying their faces between your thighs, not that you were complaining… but it meant you woke up every morning shaking, spent, and in need of a shower.

You needed to get over them.

You're jolted out of your thoughts when the car comes to a stop. The door is opened for you before you can even think about getting it yourself, and you step out. Before you can get a proper look around, you're immediately rushed inside a familiar looking building.

You try and dig in your heels once you realize you're in an airport hangar, but the man leading you doesn’t even seem to register your slight resistance. You try not to immediately freak out. Maybe they're shooting the video here. It’s possible, but the way the staff is loading luggage onto the large private jet on the other side of the hangar- you're starting to worry.

“Right this way miss.” The man escorting you says as you exit the other side of the hangar, leading you directly toward the stairs that lead up to the plane.

“They’re just filming here right? All this stuff, it’s props?” You ask, wondering just what the hell you’re going to do if they try and fly you anywhere, or, heaven forbid, out of the country. Though the plane looks too small for international travel, you can admit you don’t really know anything about planes.

He doesn’t answer, just continues to bring you along until you’re directly at the foot of the stairs.

“This is for filming, right?” You ask again, looking up at him and shielding your eyes from the early morning sun glaring off the tarmac. He nods once and you nod in return, not really assured, but ready to get this over with.

You think.

You haven’t seen them yet and can only assume they are on the plane already and out of the sun. You nod again, more to yourself than him, and he releases you, letting you climb up the stairs on your own. You no longer assume they are on the plane, you know they are on the plane the closer you get. The familiar buzz against your skin is back and you hold back a sigh because the feeling was becoming almost comforting rather than unsettling. The door is already open and when you enter the cool dark interior, you blink a few times to let your eyes adjust to the abrupt change in lighting even as you tentatively make your way further inside.

“Y/N...”

You still can’t quite see him, but you know it’s Jungkook that just whispered your name like a benediction and suddenly, you realize, you aren’t ready. You’re not sure if you’ll ever be. But the way your knees go weak and your core throbs just from the way he says your name, you know you’re in trouble.

“I- I-” you take a step back, ready to run as your eyes finally adjust to see them there before you, looking casual but oh so amazing in their sweats and tshirts. “I have to-” you turn back, only to run directly into Yoongi’s chest and you can’t stop yourself from moaning his name the same way you did only the night before, “Yoongi..”

His arms wrap around you and your skin comes alive. You feel yourself relaxing into his chest, his heart beating steadily under your cheek.

“Please take your seats,” A new voice comes over the intercom, “we are about to start taxiing.”

“Taxi?” You question and giggle a little at the way the words feel soft and seem to cling to the edges of your mouth, “Are we going somewhere?”

“To the filming site babygirl.” Yoongi tells you, arms still holding you securely to his chest even as he walks you backwards. You both stop when the backs of your knees hit the seat. “Just sit here and we’ll be there soon.”

You shake your head a little at his words, but it feels heavy and slow, your thoughts sloshing around in your head, “I can’t go. I have, things…”

“It’s only for today baby. We’ll be back before you know it.” Yoongi tells you as he buckles you into your seat. Your eyelids are heavy, but you fight to keep them propped open when he leans forward and kisses you on the top of your drooping head. “Don’t worry, sleep. We’ll be there soon.”

His deep voice and golden eyes are the last thing you see before you drift peacefully off to sleep.

Yoongi stands upright and looks at his brothers as he gestures at your sleeping form, “Alright, who did this?” He looks at Jin, then Joon, before settling on Hoseok, “Was it you?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, “No.” when the others continue to look at him skeptically, he narrows his eyes, “It wasn’t!”

Taehyung sighs, drawing their attention, “It was me.”

Yoongi rubs his brow and moves to his seat, he looks once at Hoseok before picking up the glass that appears near his hand, “I think you overdid it a bit Taehyungie.”

A collective breath is released from them all when Yoongi chuckles.

“You saw her hyung. She was ready to bolt. I had to do something.” Taehyung defends himself, not sure if he still needs to, but doing it anyways.

“No, you’re right. I had a feeling she might too.” Yoongi says and takes a sip of his drink.

“Will she be okay?” Jimin asks, moving closer to your side and laying his hand over the spot between your shoulder and neck. The way your head is lolling, the spot is extended, but not exposed, your shirt covering the area.

“She’s just sleeping Jiminie.” Taehyung says, taking a sip out of his own cup then admits, “But I don’t know if she’ll wake up during the flight.”

“If she’s still sleeping, can I carry her to the hotel room?” Jungkook asks from his spot near one of the closed windows. He looks first at Yoongi, then Jin, and stops when he reaches Namjoon who is staring at the back of your chair as if he can see you through the padding and fabric. When he doesn’t answer, Jungkook looks back at Jin and Yoongi.

They share a look and Jin finally nods, “Sure Jungkookie, if she’s still asleep you can carry her in.”

-0-0-0-

Your dreams are vivid and strange.

Over saturated with color and moving too slow and too fast all at once. You see their faces fly past you in a blur, yet they remain before you. Around you. Surrounding you.

Namjoon’s face appears before you, startlingly clear and normal and grounding in the too bright world of your dreams. His mouth is moving - telling you something you know is important. The knowledge pulses through you, filling you, overwhelming you and you’re falling… falling…. falling….

“I’ve got you princess. It’s okay. We’ve got you.” Jin’s voice echoes around you, swelling and driving away the dream images that are on the verge of becoming nightmares. “We’ve got you…” his voice is softer now, trailing off and away as his fingers thread through your hair, tilting your head back as his soft soft soft lips find the sensitive skin just under your jaw… “and we’ll never let you go.”

Everything is dark now, but you can still feel fingers running through your hair.

-0-0-0-

You wake up slowly, nuzzling against the warm body pressed against you. Fingers are stroking softly through your hair and you feel so loved and so warm, you don't want to get up.

“Baby?” The deep voice sounds familiar, but in your sleep clouded mind you can't place it.

“Hmm?”

“Baby,” the voice is a little more insistent now, “you should eat something. Are you hungry?”

You shake your head and try to go back to sleep. You hear a chuckle from somewhere in the room and a whisper of ‘fucking adorable’.

You still at the second voice, but you’re too comfortable and groggy and relaxed for the first time in ages to move away just yet. The chest you’ve wrapped yourself around moves up and down as he laughs softly, “Yeah,” he agrees, then uses his hands still tangled in your hair to tilt your head back, “you really need to eat something baby.”

You blink sleepily to see Taehyung’s gorgeous face inches from your own.

“Is this another dream?” You ask, unable to hold back as you press even closer to him. Part of you realizes that this is too much. You’re not ready for this. You can’t be here, with him, in bed, snuggled up like this. But you can’t pull away from the pleasant hum vibrating against your skin and the feeling of belonging that fills you as you remain in his arms.

He leans in and you think he’s going to kiss you. Hope he's going to kiss you. You raise your slightly parted lips to meet his, the move unconscious, but he bypasses them for your forehead. You try and lift your head to meet his lips once more. You’re feeling soft and loving and needy and you mewl slightly in protest when he sighs into your hair and pulls you closer, but ignores your mouth. You feel the bed dip behind you and the two of you shift slightly until your back is pressed against a warm chest. Another arm wraps around you and you’re surrounded, but not suffocating. It feels…

Good.

“Are you really awake this time?” Jimin asks, and you realize he was the one who had spoken earlier as well.

“I don’t know.” You confess. Everything certainly seems to be slightly fuzzy around the edges. One feeling bleeding into another, “Tae never answered me.”

The man in front of you moans slightly when you say his name and heat flashes through you. You bite your lip and arch your back, pressing your chest flush with Taehyung’s and your backside into Jimin’s growing erection. You think you should probably stop, but the desire is too strong. You’ve been with them in your dreams already, and this… this feels so much like the dreams you’ve already had that your body reacts instinctually.

They shift until you’re sandwiched between the two of them and you’re vibrating and you can’t tell if it’s from the energy you always feel around them or the building tension and you know, you know, that it would only take one word, one press of your lips against theirs, one moan, to set you all off and you, you, you…

“You’re not asleep. This isn’t a dream.” Taehyung finally answers, pulling away from you slightly, body stiff. “This isn’t a dream.”

You freeze.

Everything is still warm and lush and the heat…

Jimin moves away as well and you’re grateful. Their hands are still on you, but without them pressed so close, you can think again and you almost wish you couldn't. Because all you can think about is how last time they were this close, you almost gave into them. How you almost wanted them more now. How this was so, so, wrong, but felt so right…

Almost as if they know that you’re thinking about how… inappropriate this is they start speaking.

“We wanted to apologize.” Jimin starts, his hand running along your arm, up and down, up and down, almost hypnotically and you relax a fraction.

“Yes,” Taehyung is quick to agree, “what we did before was… inappropriate given- given everything.”

“And we didn’t know you had a- a person. Thing. Boy.” Jimin stumbles over the words and you can’t help but find it endearing, “It’s just that you’re our-”

“We really like you.” Taehyung cuts him off. “And we don’t want you to avoid us.” He continues.

You tilt your head up enough to see him looking at Jimin behind you.

“Yes. I mean no.” Jimin picks up again, “We don’t want you to avoid us. We want to be…”

“Friends.” Taehyung finishes when Jimin seems to have trouble finding the right word.

“Friends.” You echo, licking your lips to taste the word. Something about it is… wrong. It’s not the right word. But you don’t know what the right word is. You do know that the word leaves a slightly bitter taste in your mouth even as you nod in agreement, “I think we can be friends”

-0-0-0-

You’re still not positive where you are, and you’ve given up asking because every time you do, the nearest staff member shakes their head and mumbles something about ‘disclosing information’ or ignores you completely. The fact that the male staff outright don’t seem to see you would irk you if you weren’t already feeling out of place among the female staff with their side eyes and lingering looks.

Before you had been worried they were just using you, now you weren’t so sure. Maybe they really did want to be friends.

Their behavior certainly had changed. The moment the little red light on the camera turned on, they became the cute, sexy, and fun loving Bangtan Sonyeondan the world loved. Between takes, cameras still rolling, they would come and sit with you and talk. Jimin brought you water as he made small talk and Jin had you laughing so hard, you were clutching your sides and it was nice. It really felt like, well, like hanging out with friends as the late morning turned into afternoon.

You glance at your phone, then back up when you hear them mention the words ‘last take’.

“So we’ll be heading home soon?” You blurt out loudly. The staff says nothing, but you’re not looking at them, you’re looking at Namjoon, waiting to hear his answer. He tilts his head and you think maybe he hasn’t heard your question, “Home? I just-” you hold up your phone and wave it around a little, “- need to let my boyfriend know when to pick me up.”

The words are barely out of your mouth when a wicked and chilling wind suddenly whips up. You blink, thinking you must have missed something. The staff in front of you are staring in awe and… fear at something over your shoulder and you turn slowly, having a feeling you already know what you’re going to find.

There, coming over the water, a large and violent storm is brewing. You gulp almost audibly. The dark clouds are rolling, moving closer at a rapid pace that seems almost unnatural.

“Fuck.” You whisper more to yourself than anyone else, because the storm is coming fast. Too fast. And you already know you won’t make it to the car on the other end of the beach before it hits. Another cold slap of wind has you wrapping your arms around yourself tightly. You should probably try and run, but just like everyone else, you feel glued in place in face of the wonder and terror of nature approaching you.

A large crack of lightning strikes close and you jump back into a warm and sturdy pair of arms. You hadn’t even realized how cold you were until Yoongi’s arms bring you close into his chest. The wind is stronger now and the beach plunges into darkness as the clouds block out the sun. The air positively crackles with power and the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Yoongi is tugging you along and you can feel his lips near your ear as he tries to tell you something, but his words are drowned out by a loud boom of thunder.

The sound finally gets you moving and you pull away from Yoongi, facing him, “We have to get off the beach!” You yell, sudden fear making your words come out a little too high. “It’s dangerous!”

He shakes his head and holds out his hand to you, “It won’t hurt you.” His voice is calm. So calm and you’re amazed you can hear it over the next crack of lightning that lights up the beach long enough for you to see everyone scrambling toward the waiting vehicles. Everyone but the eight of you. Jungkook and Hoseok are standing just in front of the others, looking like bastions of peace in the face of the oncoming storm. They are all glowing slightly, surrounded by a beautiful golden halo, one that almost seems to say, ‘come, we are the safe harbor’. You look back at Yoongi and his outstretched hand and then to your own because the men aren’t the only ones who are glowing, you are too.

Your eyes widen.

“Fuck.” You say again and take Yoongi’s hand. Because you know what the glow is now.

Electricity.

You can feel it surrounding you, and it feels alive.

“We have to go. Now.” You say again and Yoongi smiles as you take his hand.

He turns and pulls you to the others and they surround you instantly, closing you off from the now freezing wind as you all start running toward the waiting SUV. You look past Jungkook at your side to see the curtain of rain approaching and put on a burst of speed, “Please don’t get wet, please don’t get wet, please don’t get-”

Your chant is cut off with a gasp when a sheet of icy rain washes over you. You think you hear one of them laugh, but can’t be sure. All you know is that you’re cold, wet, and you’re not going to be flying home anytime soon.

-0-0-0-

“So, I guess you won’t be coming home tonight?” Your boyfriend laughs good naturedly on the other end of the phone and you can’t stop the smile that stretches across your lips in response. You can just hear the sound of the television playing in the background as he watches the news. “This storm is huge.”

You nod along as you pace the same room you had woken up in just hours earlier, “I know, it came out of nowhere too.” You say and smooth a hand down the side of your dress, only wincing slightly at the expensive feel of the fabric, “I was scared.”

He makes a sound of sympathy on the other end, “Well I’m glad you’re safe pretty girl. Just look at this like an impromptu vacation!” He continues cheerfully, “Take some time to relax and enjoy yourself. You’ve been having all those nightmares recently…” He trails off, real worry in his voice and you feel guilt and shame stirring in your belly, “Maybe a night at a swanky hotel is just what you need. Oh! You should see if they have hot tub. Or a spa. Get a facial or something. Those kinds of places have that right?”

You choke a bit at his word choice and come to a standstill in front of the mirror, “Um, I don’t know? But I’ll find out.” You promise.

“Good. Do. And eat lots of good food for me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you haven’t been eating as much lately.” You bite your lip, but don’t say anything, “I love you.”

“I-” you try and say the words, but they get stuck in your throat, “Me too.” You say instead, hanging up the phone soon after. You stare at your reflection, wondering who the wide-eyed woman you see there is. Because the woman you know, the one you want to be, wouldn’t feel like saying ‘I love you’ to her boyfriend was the worst form of betrayal against seven men she barely knew.

The knock on your hotel room door is rapid and quiet and you still jump slightly as you tear your gaze away from the floor length mirror.

You look beautiful in the dress that had been laid out on the bed when you returned - soaking and looking more like a drowned rat than a human from the sudden storm. You could only assume one of them had somehow called ahead to have it picked out, since the storm had come out of nowhere and you really should have been on the plane..

Another knock and you realize you had gotten lost looking in the mirror again. You turn away and move quickly to the door, slipping on your shoes as you go. “Sorry I was just- whoa.”

You stop talking.

Stop moving.

You think you might even forget to breathe at the sight of Hoseok standing in front of you in a suit. He looks… dashing and sinful and you have to resist the sudden urge to pull him into the room by the lapels of his coat and press your lips against his as you fall onto the bed.

“I could say the same about you.” He says and smiles, snapping you out of your thoughts. His dark eyes roam your body before settling on your face and you can feel your skin heat pleasantly at the look of desire there. He bows slightly, one hand behind his back, and when he stands upright again, he holds out a deep red rose toward you, “Beauty for a beauty.”

You take the rose without thinking, entranced with the beautiful flower, and bring it closer to your face. You’re not sure how, but it smells like them and you want to bury your nose in it forever. You lower it regretfully and notice the gold on the tips of each petal. It’s looks delicate and fragile, but when you run a finger along it, it’s soft as if it’s part of the petal itself.

“This is gorgeous.” You breathe out, still clutching the rose close.

Hoseok beams at your words and the air around you comes alive. Everything feels lighter, happier. Like anything is possible if you just wish for it hard enough.

“Only the best for you.” He says and holds out an arm, “Shall we go?”

“Wait,” you take a step back and your eyes scan the room as you look for something to put the beautiful flower in. You spot the perfect vase on your second scan of the room, sitting on the corner of the desk where you missed it the first time. You place the flower in the vase, pour some water in it from a bottle in the fridge and smile, “okay, let’s go.”

You slip your arm through Hoseok’s, and he smiles widely and almost blindingly at you as the two of you step out and the door closes behind you.

“So, is there a restaurant here?” You already assume there is, but want to try and make small talk after his beautiful gift. The hotel you’re all staying in for the night is nice. Nicer than any other hotel you’ve ever been in. Dark red plush carpet lines the halls and you can’t help but wonder if the patterns in the wallpaper contain real gold.

“There is,” he says, “but that’s not where we’re going.”

“No?”

He shakes his head, “There are other guests, and even though many of them are… older, the staff is still giving us our privacy. We are in one of the smaller conference rooms.”

“Oh.” You’re not sure what to say to that. It wasn’t that you minded, exactly, but there was a security in being around other people.

You weren’t sure you could be alone with them.

“Jagi?” Hoseok asks, and you realize you’ve stopped in front of a pair of double doors. “Are you ready?”

You look up into his warm, dark eyes, feeling like he’s asking if you’re ready for more than just dinner. He gives you a reassuring smile before opening the doors. The room is smaller than you expected, the glow of candles giving the room a more romantic atmosphere than you would have wanted after your earlier wayward thoughts. One wall is taken up by large windows and you’re treated to a gorgeous view. The dark storm clouds are lighter now, the rain falling softly against the windows and fading into the background.

The men all stand when you enter the room, and your breath catches at the picture they make. You can't help but duck your head to give yourself a moment to school your face. They are gorgeous, dressed in suits and waiting for you. Even though you haven't reached them yet, you know they smell wonderful. Just like the rose. You inhale deeply the closer you get and bite your lip. You weren’t sure what cologne they used, but it was definitely one you hadn’t smelled before, which probably meant it was more expensive than any other cologne you had been around before.

“Wow,” Jungkook breathes as he stares at you “You're always beautiful, but that dress really… Wow.”

You can feel your face heat and you give him a smile, “Thank you Jungkook. You look very handsome.” You give them all a quick once over, “You all look very handsome. And again, thank you for the dress. I really appreciate your hospitality. You are too nice to me.”

Namjoon gives you a dimpled smile and gestures to the seat between him and Jin, “It's the least we could do. We dragged you out here to our filming and then with the storm… Well, none of us were prepared.”

You make your way over to your seat shivering at the buzzing sensation dancing along your skin. Jin pushes in your chair once you're seated and you give the room another glance.

“So...what’s with the candles?”

Yoongi and Hoseok share a look before Namjoon answers from next to you, “There's been power outages reported all over the island because of the storm. The hotel is trying to save energy by having the power diverted to the populated areas of the hotel. The conference rooms weren't expected to be used so, their power source has been rerouted. I hope the candles don't bother you?”

“No,” you quickly shake your head at the perfectly reasonable explanation. Of course, they weren't trying anything. Jimin and Taehyung told you they just wanted to be friends and they had done nothing to make you think otherwise. It wasn’t their fault your thoughts had gone down that path. “It doesn't bother me at all. I was just curious.”

Before you can say more, the conference room doors open and trays of food are wheeled in by several waiters. You turn to watch the food, determined not to be embarrassed by the way your stomach starts growling, and don’t notice the looks of relief exchanged by the men sitting with you. Everything smells so delicious, even covered as it is and you know your eyes are large as the platters of food are set on the table before you.

The clinking of plates and silverware being set out is loud in the suddenly quiet room. Even the servers movements seem muffled. You’re distracted from watching them by the sound of a wine bottle being opened. Unlike the other sounds fading into the background and adding to the ambience, this is loud and almost echoes around the room. Before you can protest, your glass is being filled and while you know you probably shouldn't drink, you want to. It wouldn't hurt to loosen up, just a little.

-0-0-0-

You already know you drank too much.

It’s obvious in the way you’re smiling a little too happily and letting your gaze linger a little too long. You glance at the six empty bottles of wine that litter the table and wonder how many you drank on your own. Surely not more than one? Two? You can’t be sure. Your dress feels tight and uncomfortable now and you envy the boys for being able to take off their suit jackets and roll up their sleeves. Jungkook had even removed his dress shirt and was down to a slim black tank top. You were trying not to stare and failing miserably.

“You're staring.” Jin’s breath is warm in your ear and you can't help the way your heart jumps at his close proximity.

“Of course I'm staring,” you say louder than you mean to and gesture to where Jungkook is arm wrestling Jimin, “he's all muscly,” you explain, then add almost as an afterthought, “and pretty.”

Jin gives you a beautiful smile and brushes some of your loose hair behind your ear, “Mmm … I think you're the pretty one. Gorgeous really.”

You scoff and try to push his face away, “And I think you drank too much Mister Kim Seokjin.”

“Nope,” he gives you a wink, “I only drank one glass.” His fingers walk up your arm to play with the straps of your dress, “Taehyungie picked out a beautiful dress. You look exquisite.”

You shiver at his touch, “Tae picked it out? I thought a stylist did.”

“Ohhh no,” Hoseok chimes in from across the table as he refills your wine glass once more, “he insisted on picking it out himself.”

“But why have us dress up at all?” You tilt your head and your brow furrows in confusion as you really start to think about it, “We're in a conference room, no one is gonna see us.”

The table grows quiet and you watch as the men share a look. Your drunk brain is starting to suspect that they aren't as inebriated as their actions suggest and you open your mouth to ask them exactly what is going on here…

“Yoongi-hyung!” Jimin blurts out in an almost high-pitched squeal, his finger pointing almost accusingly at the quiet rapper, “Yoongi-hyung insists on propriety.”

You watch as Yoongi glares at Jimin before he turns his softening eyes towards you, “You're a guest.” He explains, eyes darting around the table as if daring anyone to say otherwise, “You deserve to be treated well.”

Before you can respond, the double doors open behind you and another cart is wheeled in, this time full of desserts. You turn in your seat, watching it come closer, excited to see what they might have ordered. When the lid is taken off to reveal the scrumptious sweets underneath, your gaze narrows in on something familiar.

“Ooo, can I have that one?” You ask and point at the perfect looking dessert on the perfect little plate. It looks more like a photo than real food, but your mouth is already watering at the thought of tasting something so exquisite looking, “It’s my boyfriend’s favorite.”

BOOM!!

The sudden crash of thunder is enough to shake the windows of the conference room and makes you jump back, almost into Jin’s lap. Many of the candles go out, plunging the room into a state of semi-darkness. A large flash of lightning races across the storm black sky, lighting the frightened face of the frozen waiter still in front of you. They drop the dessert and you cry out as it lands at your feet, splattering onto your lovely dress.

“Oh no!” Even you have a hard time hearing your voice over the renewed burst of rain, “Oh, I hope they can clean it!” You think about grabbing some napkins, then think better of it, worried about ruining the dress and mourning the loss of the beautiful dessert. You look at the still seated men, “What a way to end the night huh?”

You stand to leave, already wondering if you’ll be able to use the phone in the room to call the front desk or if you should just put your, hopefully dry, clothes from earlier back on and take it down yourself. They had to have some sort of cleaning service at a place like this, right?

You only make it two steps when a hand on your arm stops you, “Wait, don’t go.” Jungkook’s hand is large and warm against your skin, “It’s still early. Can’t we hang out just a bit longer?”

You look around him to see six pairs of hopeful eyes watching the two of you, waiting for your answer. You bite your lip. You really did need to get out of the dress, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to spend more time with them, “What do you suggest we do?”

His eyes light up as a grin slowly spreads across his face, and, for a moment, you wonder if you’ll regret asking.

-pt 5-

#repost #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #immortals pt4

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