#im exhausted please ignore any spelling mistakes

[hellotvshowtrash]

Dead Girl | B.B

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: graphic violence including fist fighting, guns and knives, death, hella sad tbh

Word count: 2.1k

a/n: welcome to a semi part 2 of the fic no one asked for! While this is technically part two to My Girl, this can be read separately. There’s like... one reference to the first one and it’s fine. This fic is based on the song Dead Girl by Baby Snooks! Anyway, like/reblog/leave feedback if you enjoyed!!! Moodboard made my me!

Since you were kids, you, Steve and Bucky were inseparable. You didn't really have the choice with Steve, but, you enjoyed Bucky's presence. Steve watched as your feelings for Bucky progressed, from your first crush, to your first love, to your first kiss. Steve couldn't complain, he loved the idea of his best friend being his brother in law. Until the war broke out, you had talked heavily of marriage with Bucky. He kissed you goodbye the night before he left and you don't know if your heart had ever been more broken.

Maybe Bucky is the reason you followed Steve into the army, or maybe it was because you couldn't bear to let your twin go by himself. Project Rebirth wanted twins for the Super Soldier Serum, and they wanted to see how it affected women. You were the perfect guinea pigs.

After rescuing Bucky to subsequently lose him again when he fell from the train, all you had was Steve. You hadn't felt this sorrow since the death of your parents. Steve clutched onto you as you sobbed, his own tears falling onto the top of your head. "Til' the end of the line," rang in the back of your minds, and you vowed to always be by each other's side.

And that's how they found you, frozen and cold in the dark depths. By each other's side. 70 years is a long time to be frozen, but for you, no one else mattered but Steve. He was all you had left and, as you progressed into this new and advanced world, he was the only person you could truly count on. Even the Avengers, as they called themselves, were a rough group to melt into, to get along with. You tended to your own missions assigned by SHIELD. When it became clear the SHIELD was taken over by HYDRA, you and your twin brother were now fugitives.

You killed me on the inside

You pretty parasite

Ate me alive

From the inside

Everything came to a head that day when you and Steve were running from HYDRA. Natasha had stuck with you to clear out citizens, while Steve had tried to distract the notorious Winter Soldier by misdirecting him. Steve’s efforts proved fruitless. The assassin’s sights seemed to be set on you.

After rolling away and sprinting down the street, you and Nat were trying to clear the avenue of civilians. Bullets flew past you as the Winter Soldier marched in your direction, shooting after you. The two of you met up behind a car and crouched, devising a plan.

"You get as many civilians out of here as you can, I'll hold him off. He won't stop, so keep running," you instructed her. She tried to protest, but you stopped her before she could, "just do it."

You stood as Nat ran. You looked in the direction of the assassin heading toward you, his prey.

Crawling thru my veins

Preying on my pain

You began your stride toward him, running headfirst into battle just like you always did. This ghost of an assassin was relentless, and he seemed to only be after you. It was your duty to protect these people and give the Winter Soldier the fight he wanted. You pulled your handgun from its holster and fired off three shots aimed for the man's chest. You were confident in your aim, but he kept coming, seemingly unaffected by bullets, and for a moment, you second guessed your shots.

He lifted the automatic rifle in your direction and fired off a volley of shots at you. You rolled out of the way, crouching behind a car again. You breathed heavily, squeezing your eyes shut in concentration.

When the firing stopped, you stood again and ran full sprint toward him, lifting your own pistol to fire a shot in his direction again. You fired the shot as a distraction before reaching him and jumping up and spinning, wrapping your legs around his torso and neck in an effort to pin him down. You used your momentum to flip him onto the asphalt, landing crouched on your feet next to his head as his gun skidded across the rough ground. You moved quickly, straddling his chest and pinning his arms beneath your knees. You managed to land two blows to his face before his non-metal arm snaked its way up your waist and made you freeze. The action was so familiar, so ingrained. But there was no possible- you were shoved to the ground before your thoughts could come together in a coherent string of consciousness. The soldier had thrown you off of him as he stood and reached for his weapon. You scrambled to kick it away.

You let out a yell as the assassin stomped your leg under his boot. You snarled and pulled a dagger from its sheath on your waist, slashing at his leg from the ground. He stepped back to dodge your attack, giving you the opportunity to stand up and face your attacker. The Winter Soldier was more than a worthy opponent and you were starting to worry about your chances.

I was weak on the inside

Drowning in my pain

In the scuffle, the soldier's eyepiece flew off, exposing bright blue eyes encircled in black. Oceans you could swim in forever. No, that wasn’t right. He pulled a handgun loose from its holster, aiming squarely for your chest. You stepped to the left and ran behind another car, the shots following closely behind you as glass shattered around you. Your head pounded as you pressed your back to the cool metal of the car. The car jolted behind you as the Winter Soldier jumped on top of it, looking down at you before raising his weapon again to shoot. You twirled and kicked the handgun free from his hand before he could fire. He jumped down and in front of you, swinging a fist in your direction. You raised your arm to cover your face, effectively blocking his blow with your forearms. You pushed at him, giving you some space to dodge and attack. You shook your head and ran forward again, fists balled and dagger in hand as you jumped and raised the dagger, swiping downward to slash across his chest. He reached up and grabbed your wrist, stopping your attack and throwing you into the side of the car behind you. You groaned as you landed on the hard ground, holding your side. You heard his footsteps marching toward you and hoisted yourself up, sending a roundhouse kick to his jaw. He was unable to block your speed this time and he stumbled backward, the force of your kick knocking his face mask off. He stood away from you now, dirty brown hair falling into his face as he caught his breath. He turned to face you and you felt your heart stop.

There, standing three yards in front of you, was the love of your life. Apparently, not dead. Apparently, very much alive. Apparently, very intent on killing you.

“Bucky?” Your voice cracked as you whispered, too much distance between the two of you for him to hear.

Bucky glared at you as he breathed heavily before turning his body in your direction and sprinting at you ferociously. Your eyes widened and you darted out of the way as he raised his fist mid-sprint and plunged it downward, right into the hard asphalt ground where you were just standing.

Without thinking, you called out. “Bucky, it’s me.” A sob escaped your lips as you looked at him.

Ima dead girl,

Ima, ima dead girl

Ima dead girl

“Who the hell is Bucky?” His voice was smooth, just as you had remembered it. It reminded you of the bourbon he kept on the top shelf, the one that created a warm pit in the bottom of your stomach when you drank it with him. A harsh blow landed on your abdomen, sending you flying as you were lost in your thoughts. You landed against the car door, the back of your head snapping through the window. You felt the glass cut your scalp and blood drip down your neck and shoulders. You cried out in pain as you fell forward onto your hands and knees, your breathing labored and heavy. You swallowed harshly as you looked up at him marching toward you.

“Bucky,” your voice pleaded, “Buck, you know who I am, don’t do this,” you cried, still on your knees as if praying to a higher power that wasn’t listening. He reached you and hiis metal hand snatched a fistful of your hair and lifted you up to stand, his eyes not looking away from yours. For a moment, you thought you saw recognition in them, until his other fist landed itself on your stomach sending waves of pain rippling through your body. You realized there was no look in his eyes, only determination to complete his mission. Your breath left your lungs and your vision blurred as you doubled over and he let you fall to the ground. He tilted his head as he looked down at you, almost curiously. You had stopped fighting back and he wasn’t sure why, but it only made his job easier. You scrambled back and away from him, pulling a second dagger out of the holster on your thigh. He raised his eyebrows, almost amused at your futile attempt to defend yourself, until he felt the knife plunge its way into his thigh. You stood a yard away from the man when you threw it. You watched him pull out the dagger and throw it to the side as if it was nothing.

Ima,

Ima,

Ima,

Fuck it

"Fuck it," you thought bitterly as tears and blood streamed down your face. He was too strong. You knew he'd beat you, eventually. He came at you hard and intense, his fists throwing blows nonstop as you dodged and blocked him.

"Bucky!" You shouted, trying to get his attention. You pushed him away and backed up, putting some space between the two of you. Your mind was racing, but you only saw one way out of this. You began to lower your arms, slowly, no longer trying to fight back, only to defend. You looked him in the eyes as he advanced on you. Nothing in them gave the idea that he knew who you were, knew what you once meant to each other. That he once loved you more than anything. He'd never dream of harming you like he had today, and that's how you knew this was hopeless. You felt a trickle of blood run down your neck and onto your clavicle, the same place that Bucky’s lips once grazed and kissed.

How's it feel to see me out here choking, choking?

"Bucky, please, remember." You pleaded, holding your palms out to him. He marched forward, continuing his hunt. You squeezed your eyes shut as he reached you, his metal arm seizing your throat and lifting you off the ground. Your oxygen was cut off immediately as the machine beneath squeezed. He threw you down, making you slide across the rough pavement. You groaned and rolled, coughing and gasping. Before you could stand, he was over you, his feet on either side of your abdomen. He got to his knees and placed his metal fingers around your throat again, choking you.

"Bucky," a tear rolled down your cheek. There was no escaping this. "I forgive you, Bucky." You coughed and tried to continue without air, "I know you'll blame yourself when-," you tried to gasp for more air as your face started to feel hot, "when this all comes back to you, but don't," the tears were unstoppable now as his grip tightened. You clawed desperately at his arm, trying to pry it away.

"Stop talking," he growled. You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them again, your vision starting to pop and blur.

"I forgive you, Bucky," you choked out. You tried to gasp one more time but to no avail. There was no air left, and you couldn't take it anymore. Your hand fell limply from his and your eyes slowly closed, one last exhale leaving your lips. He held his hand there for a few more seconds, ensuring his mission was complete before standing up and marching away, leaving your body on the cement. He had one more mission to complete.

Stripped me of my soul and left me broken, broken

Steve had to be the one to tell Bucky what he did. Years later, when Bucky was finally in his right mind. Steve had to be the one to tell Bucky where the love of his life was, who, beyond all odds, survived the same 70 years that they did, only to be killed by the one person she truly loved. Steve had to be the one to cry to his best friend who murdered you, his twin. Steve, once again, lost one of the only people in the world who meant something to him.

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[theonlygamergost]

French homework and a Dream - fd!au. ( part 1 / 2)

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay ctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

This fic was corrected by the lovely @im-default

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Techno and Dream did the fatal mistake of choosing French over Spanish and now they have to suffer the consequences together

next part --->

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Enjoy~

Lunch break was sacred for Techno, it was that magic moment where he sat at a table alone, in the corner of the cafeteria with a book of his choice to read and block out the chaos of the fellow students. You know what they say: if you can't find peace, create your peace.

With lo-fi music or classical piano in his ears, he would peacefully eat his lunch, recharging his social energy (already consumed in the first half of the day) by not talking nor seeking company. Even though, from time to time, he would get some visitors:

One of his brothers could drop by if they needed to talk to him or they were also already feeling exhausted, Skeppy would also sit with him and try to initiate conversations, in vain since Techno ends up ignoring him unless he needed something important.

All in all, Techno didn’t allow anyone to disturb or interrupt his moment of peace, neither he liked sharing his book or music with anyone…

Well, anyone apart from Dream.

In between the rivalry for the smartest kid and best (nerd) Minecraft pvp-er, the two had started frequenting now and then, maybe studying at the library together or grabbing a bite after school before parting ways, all in all, they found to have a similar love for quiet company and taste in music.

So, to see Dream sit next to Techno, steal one of his earbuds, and tug the book a little closer for him to read as well wasn’t rare, but a treat to see.

“TALK TO ME TECHNO!!!” Skeppy had been trying to get his friend’s eyes off of the book for about five minutes or so, just to get completely denied by an unbothered and concentrated face. “Techno pleaseee!!!! I need attention!” his head fell on the table, “...I can tell” he finally replied while turning the page.

Skeppy groaned and went on bothering him for another five minutes.

Techno sighed, “Can’t you go bother someone else?” Skeppy was about to complain again, but a familiar laugh made the both of them stop and look at the direction it came from, “You’re so needy Skeppy”.

The boy in the green hoodie placed his tray next to Techno’s, leaving his backpack on the seat next to him, “YEAH! And this stupid pig isn’t giving me any attention!!!” after a second of silence they all giggled at Techno being addressed as “Pig”, something that only Skeppy could get away with. Not even Dream could call him that without either a complaint or a casual roast coming from the other teen as a consequence.

“Have you studied for tomorrow’s French test?” He took a bite of… whatever the cafeteria had made that day, he couldn’t really tell since it was so… revolting-looking, but it didn’t taste that bad and Dream was pretty hungry. Skipping breakfast was a habit of his so whatever he could eat at lunch was fine by him, it just needed to fill him up until the end of the day.

“Nah… I can’t remember some of the verbs, let alone when and how to use them” he replied before sipping on some water, “Same… some words are unpronounceable too… “ Dream and Techno both made the grave mistake of choosing French over Spanish as a second language, Techno made a very bad first impression with the teacher and Dream overslept three lessons in a month, let’s say that if they didn’t do good on this test… they could kiss goodbye a good French overall vote at the end of the year.

Skeppy exploded in a loud laugh, banging one of his fists on the table meanwhile holding his stomach, “Sucks to be you!” they sighed in defeat, Skeppy got convinced into choosing Spanish by a friend so he couldn’t relate to their problems since legends told that the Spanish teacher was a very nice person.

“I’ll leave you two to your nerdy problems, later losers!” Dream told him goodbye meanwhile Techno simply waved.

The blonde boy stretched his arms and grabbed both his phone and diary out of the backpack, flipping through it he nudged the other boy lightly, “We only have French for tomorrow… wanna study together?” Techno hummed a reply as the blondie took one of his earbuds, Techno reacted with a question: “Want to study at the library or..?” Dream’s head tilted, “Or what? We don’t have another place to study” Techno furrowed his brows for a second, “Well… no, you’re right”.

The reply made Dream curious, but he limited himself to finishing his meal in silence, enjoying the quiet company until the bell rang.

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“It’s already six pm?! We haven’t even finished memorizing this stuff!” Dream groaned in frustration while Techno just dropped his head on the book in front of him, they had been studying for two hours interrupted only by a bathroom break, and they weren’t even half-way done with their homework.

“This will be the only low grade on my paper this year…” the low murmur was muffled by the fact that Techno’s head was still slumped on the books, “Oh come on…”, Dream rubbed out the tiredness from his eyes, “I know that I won’t get anything done once I get back home, my ADHD goes crazy when I’m studying French… it knows I don’t want to study it so it makes me think about everything but that!”, the blonde boy chuckled, “I can never focus when It’s French too…”

Well, that was a slump, both of them knew that going part-ways wasn’t going to work… If they wanted a decent grade they had to have a study partner.

So Techno took a shot in the dark.

“Ok listen, I’ve got a plan:  come sleep over at my place, my desk it’s a bit messy but if I throw everything on the ground we’ll fit, you can’t eat dinner with us because Phil already cooked it and it’s not enough for five people, it’s not enough- but we can go eat somewhere”.

Dream froze in genuine shock: he had never gone to the Pandel house, nor he had ever been invited by Techno anywhere really, he was usually the one that asked him to grab a bite together, Techno only ever asked him to study, and that was already pretty rare. So getting such an out-of-nowhere invitation to eat together AND sleep at his house was… very surprising.

“Uhh… sure, can I borrow a shirt to sleep in?” Techno nodded, “Well then…  should we go eat now so that we have more time to study later?” Techno nodded again and they started packing up their stuff, grabbing books and pencils that scattered on the table while studying.

“McDonald’s?” Dream proposed, “McDonald’s” Techno replied.

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Meanwhile, they were crunching on some fries, Techno texted the Pandel chat about Dream sleeping over, Phil agreed almost instantly, telling Techno where he could get some blankets and an additional pillow, the problems were Wilbur and Tommy that didn’t like the idea of having Dream in their house, (because they had a Minecraft server where they and Dream had a bit of a… “difference” of opinions…) but Techno told them to cry about it and closed the chat, reassuring the boy in the green hoodie that he could spend the night with him.

On their way home, Techno had noticed by reading the notifications that the Berry brothers had proposed a last-minute movie night, to which the other Pandel’s agreed, already counting Techno off, so it wasn’t a surprise that they met Wilbur and Tommy leaving when they arrived.

“I’m glad we are leaving, two tryhards together must be a revolting sight” Wilbur adjusted his coat as Tommy tied his laces, “I’m glad you guys are leaving too, we really need to study and my desk is a bit small, we can use the kitchen until you come back” Dream stifled a giggle, the passive-aggressive energy the Pandel had when speaking to each other was very entertaining, Techno turned to him and pointed at the clothes hanger behind the door, “Put your jacket there, oh and don’t forget to take your shoes off, I’ll get you a pair of slippers, Eret’s one should fit you”

He opened the closet to almost disappear in it, “Bye big D! Have fun with TechnoNerd!” Dream cringed at Tommy’s goodbye while Wilbur snickered at it, “Bye… and please don’t call me that ever again”

The front door closed as Techno dropped a pair of dark blue slippers in front of him, he thanked him, grabbed his backpack and followed the pink-haired boy while looking around:

the living room and the kitchen were in the same room, there was also no proper table, not that there was room for it, so he guessed that they ate on the kitchen counter.

There were four doors in the room, the first one on the left before the kitchen, a pig sticker gave Techno’s room away, on the other side of it, next to the couch, there was a door with a big sign spelling “NO BITCHES ALLOWED” with an evil smile scribbled next to it, he guessed that was Tommy’s room.

Not too far away from Tommy’s room, there was another door, but this time nothing was on it, and the fourth door was to the right of that blank door aka on the opposite side of the front door. He guessed one was a room and one was the bathroom, there was a hole next to the fourth door though…

Techno sat on one of the stools and opened his backpack, “As I’ve said, we can stay here until the others come back, if you need the bathroom it’s this one” He pointed at the door directly behind him, door number three… but then…

“Why is there a hole next to that door” Dream pointed at the forth door, Techno smiled briefly, “Uhhh… It’s a long and secret story, but to give you an idea that is Will’s room” He blinked a couple of times to let the information sink in, Techno snapped him out of it by waiving his pen in front of his eyes.

“C’mon nerd, we have work to do.” To which Dream apologized and sat next to him, taking a deep breath before opening the french textbook.

[taetaejoah]

A BTS screenplay / Fanfiction

so I wrote this for my screenwriting class last semester and decided to upload it. There might be some spelling mistakes and the way it copied over from my screenwriting program to here is a bit odd so I’m sorry in advance if its really fucked up and unreadable.  I will probably go back and edit the format if when it isn’t 2 am. but I'm uploading this in a spur of the moment sense of courage.  It stops at the end of what would be the first episode. Anways, I hope you enjoy! 

INT. DORM HALLWAY- DAWN

Illuminated by the soft early morning light, are SEVEN BOYS, all in different levels of undress/dress. They are all Korean in their late teens to mid- twenties. The boys are fumbling around trying to get ready.

The dorm room is a mess, clothes and shoes litter the floor, and there are cups and plates everywhere.

JIMIN, a shy 19 year old who is small for his age, is brushing his teeth outside of the bathroom door.

He pounds his fist against the door and wails with the spit still in his mouth:

JIMIN Kookie! Get outh! I haff ta spit! And shower!!

He bangs on the door again, and a cloud of steam erupts from the door, follOwed by:

JUNGKOOK, the youngest of the group at 17 years old, cocky, who has his waist wrapped around in a TOWEL and is singing a GIRLS GENERATION song. He stops when he sees Jimin.

JUNGKOOK Jiminiee~~ ah, there’s no more hot water...

He laughs giving Jimin a devilish grin and a wink before continuing to sing the rest of the girls generation song.

Jimin, mouth full of spit, and toothbrush still in his hands, stomps his foot and storms away into:

INT. DORM KITCHEN - DAWN

Jimin SPITS into the sink and turns around to see a disgusted:

YOONGI, 22 year old rapper, perpetually tired, with a “fuck this” attitude, sighs with his hands cupped around a BLACK COFFEE.

Jimin frowns and looks back at the disgusted Yoongi, who rolls his eyes.

JIMIN (to himself)

Stupid Jungkook.

He sits in a huff down next to:

JIN, 24, the oldest of the group, broad shouldered and tall, who has just finished stuffing his face with food.

JIMIN (CONT’D) (to jin)

How can you eat so much so early?

JIN Breakfast it good for you, it

helps you grow big and tall.

He gets up, noticeably taller than Jimin, and teasingly pats him on the head ruffling his hair. He then heads to wait with the others in:

INT. DORM LIVING ROOM - DAWN

As Jin sits down on the couch the dorm room door opens with a loud THUD, banging against the door and startling:

NAMJOON, 20 year old rapper and leader of the group, who is already dressed and playing with his phone. He looks up at the door to:

HOBEOM, a bear of a man, the groups manager who constantly looks like he is about to come undone, rushes into the room holding a stack of papers that look like a SCHEDULE, eyes frantic. He looks around the dorm

2.

He looks that the

HOBEOM Why isn’t everyone ready?

at around at the various states of disarray boys are in and pulls his hair.

HOBEOM (CONT’D) You have an interview in 30

minutes! Get moving! Namjoon get the boys together!

Namjoon YELLS for everyone to get to the living room and the members who are not already there emerge from different places.

Namjoon looks around satisfied and does a quick head count

NAMJOON 2..3..4..5..6. Who are we

missing?

He looks around the room at, trying to place who is not here in his mind when his eyes fall on:

HOSEOK, 22 years old, bopping along to music in head headphones,loud enough to hear without wearing them, and pulling out various dance moves when the chorus hits.

Namjoon looks to the left of Hoseok and notices he is sitting alone, when a lightbulb goes off in his head.

Namjoon pulls the him a stern look

Where is

Hoseok avoids his looks towards the

headphones off of Hoseok, and gives

NAMJOON (CONT’D) your partner in crime?

gaze, and shrugs his shoulders, but direction of his dorm room.

He reaches for his headphones but Namjoon is taller and holds them up out of his reach. He jumps for them but its no use. Hoseok sighs, missing his music.

3.

HOSEOK Im sure you know exactly where

he is Namjoon, you know he’s not a morning person

He laughs under his breath and scratches the back of his head.

NAMJOON Well he’s the only one not here

and your his roommate AND his Hyung. Go get him!

Hoseok gives Namjoon a defiant look but hops off of the couch towards where he knows the last member already is, he turns down the hall and opens the door to

INT. DORM BEDROOM A - DAWN

TAEHYUNG, 20 years old, with the personality of an alien, is still in bed, snoozing happily.

Hoseok grabs a PLUSH from the shelf and throws it at him.

HOSEOK Wake up dork. You’re the only

one not ready.

Taehyung groans and turns over, ignoring Hoseok, who this time pulls the blankets off of the bed causing Tae to sit up and whine

TAEHYUNG Hyungggg, its too early. I’m

not going.

Hoseok laughs and ruffles Taehyung’s hair before teasing:

HOSEOK If you don't wake up, Ill make

you sit by Yoongi in the van~

4.

He falls back onto the bed and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

TAEHYUNG (softly)

Jerk.

Hoseok goes to the closet and picks out clothes for Tae, throwing them on the bed, he smiles softly at the boy while Taehyung reluctantly gets dressed, complaining the entire time before they meet the others at the front door.

TAEHYUNG (CONT’D) Who even listens to the radio this early? The only person I know up at this time daily is

my grandma.

Hoseok rolls his eyes and pushes Taehyung out of the door.

INT. RADIO BROADCAST ROOM - DAY

A large “on air” sign lights up red and a song plays quietly through a speaker.

The seven boys sit around a large table each with their own set of HEADPHONES and MICROPHONE. They listen as a song ends and the RADIO DJ HEECHOL starts to speak again.

RADIO DJ HEECHOL Welcome back to k104, Im your host Heechol, here with an up

and coming K-pop group known as Bangtan Sonyeondan or BTS? Is that correct..BTS?

across the table at the nervous boys and Its a while before anyone talks.

He looks smiles.

5.

NAMJOON Yes sir! BTS is correct, we

actually go by that more than our official name!

RADIO DJ HEECHOL Interesting, you mentioned earlier your worries about

debuting with such a long name, is that the reason for shortening it?

NAMJOON Part of it, yes, we wanted our

name to be easy to remember! The same reason goes for our stage names!

RADIO DJ HEECHOL Ah yes! I can’t wait until

those are announced later this month! Stage names are an integral part in the life of a kpop idol! Do you guys have any preferences

The boys nervously agree, shifting in their seats and fidgeting with things on the table in front of them.

HOSEOK I personally want something to

do with hope, or encouragement. To remind fans and members that we can do this and that our debut will be a success!

JIMIN Ahhh..Hoseok Hyung always

brings the mood up in the group! He’s our Hope!

RADIO DJ HEECHOL Something like Hopeseok? That

seems like a mouthful haha. (MORE)

6.

RADIO DJ HEECHOL (CONT'D) Speaking of Debut, you are

scheduled to have a debut stage.. This month, is that correct? That must be exciting seeing as you come from such a small company. Finally get to compete with the big dogs huh?

YOONGI Yes! I’ve been waiting a long

time to see this group debut. Its going to be an amazing experience and I hope we go far! We’ve worked so hard, and even now we don't skip a day of training.

Yoongi looks around the room at his fellow members who smile and nod.

Jungkook is looking down at his lap, and Taehyung is fiddling with his hands nervously.

The rowdy and loud boys from the dorm are gone as the nerves of debuting and the thought of failing are brought to the surface.

RADIO DJ HEECHOL Well we here at k104 are highly

anticipating your debut! We can’t wait to see what you’ll create! Unfortunately that is all the time we have for today! It was a pleasure talking with you all, is there anything you want to say before we sign off!

JIN Please treat us kindly! We will

work hard to be the best for you!

TAEHYUNG I wont disappoint you mom and

dad!

7.

The group laughs, but Taehyung looks completely serious.

NAMJOON Please anticipate our debut at

the end of the month! 1..2..

EVERYONE BANG..TAN! We are BTS! Thank

you for having us!

The on air button goes off and the boys begin to unhook themselves from the mics and headphones.

Several HAIR AND MAKEUP ARTISTS rush towards the boys and begin to fix their hair and makeup.

The boys are then placed in front of a blank wall and PHOTOGRAPHED in different poses.

After the photo session the boys shuffle towards

INT. OUTSIDE OF VAN - DAY

The boys begin to pile into the van, complaining and fighting for the best seats.

Hobeom, their manager, stops Yoongi and Namjoon just outside the van, telling them about the rest of their schedule for the day.

The boys have choreography and dance with their HEAD CHOREOGRAPHER.

HOBEOM You need to change as soon as

you get to the studio, you have dance for 5 hours before you begin vocal lessons. Make sure you arrive on time.

Namjoon nods and Yoongi sighs to himself before turning to Namjoon

8.

said all cool and

Namjoon rolls his van.

Just get

INT. VAN - DAY

I had to do was look rap.

eyes and pushes yoongi into the

NAMJOON in the van.

YOONGI I swear when I signed my

contract at Big Hit Hobeom PD

All seven of the boys sit in the van and head to the studio for dance practice.

Taehyung sits next to Hoseok, and lays his head on his shoulder.

Jimin is sitting next to Yoongi, and the two are already asleep.

Jin and Namjoon talk quietly in the front seat, and Jungkook is sat in the back next to Taehyung, bouncing up and down.

They all look EXHAUSTED, except for Taehyung and Jungkook, who are excitedly reenacting the interview.

JUNGKOOK (in a radio Dj voice)

Ah yes, Taehyung, how does it feel to be famous and wealthy?

Jungkook, who is using his hand as a mic, holds it out for Taehyung to answer.

Taehyung

grabs the younger’s hand and answers.

TAEHYUNG Oh its just wonderful Kookie!

But, I'm sure you would know, being a famous idol yourself. I heard that you are rumored to have a solid gold tub, is that correct?

9.

JUNGKOOK When your as famous as I am,

most of, if not all of your possessions are in fact, solid gold.

Jungkook pretends to act as a famous person on a red carpet as Taehyung dissolves into a fit of laughter.

Jungkook falls backwards into his seat and accidentally hits a sleeping Yoongi.

Taehyung goes still and tries to hide behind Hoseok, who has been quietly watching the boys.

Yoongi wakes up and gives the boys a “say another word and you’ll die” glare.

YOONGI Shut it.

The boys apologize and the van becomes silent.

INT. DANCE STUDIO - DAY

The boys are in a dance formation looking towards a mirror and practicing choreography.

They finish the run through and pant before getting into formation again.

Jin, who his spot

CHOREOGRAPHER Do it again. Jin, try to keep

up. Follow Hoseok, he knows what to do.

is out of breath, nods and gets back into in the formation.

The boys wait for the music and start again, only a minute passes by before the choreographer stops them.

CHOREOGRAPHER (CONT’D) Yoongi, you’re off center. Make sure you hit your mark when you

come up to rap. Again.

10.

The boys reset, and begin to dance again, but are stopped even earlier.

CHOREOGRAPHER (CONT’D) Don’t dance lazily. Try again.

You can do this. Focus.

Without a word they reset and begin again. The boys stare intently at themselves in the mirror and look determined to finish the song all the way through. They are DRIPPING in sweat.

This time they make it all the way through. They begin to get back into formation when the choreographer unplugs his phone and turns off the music.

They look to the choreographer, who stands up.

CHOREOGRAPHER (CONT’D) Its been 2 hours, go ahead and

eat lunch. We’ll pick back up after your break. You have 30 mins. Don’t forget the choreography while you eat.

The choreographer walks out of the studio and the boys walk towards their bags lined up against the walls.

On the way, Jin stops Hoseok, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to the side.

JIN (looking at the floor)

Hoseok, could you...uh...could you stay behind for a bit and help me with this part

Jin begins to swing his arms and move his legs, showing Hoseok the part of the choreography that he doesn’t understand.

Hoseok laughs, and pulls Jin towards his spot in the formation.

11.

HOSEOK Aishhh...Jin...That doesn’t

even look like our dance...

JIN Im the visual! Im supposed to

just stand there and look good! They both laugh and Hoseok begins teaching him

HOSEOK As your lead dancer, I’m

offended by that statement. Don’t worry you just need a little extra practice. Lets start from here.

Hoseok puts his feet and hands into position

7..8..hand, hand, sweep, da,da,da

Jin fumbles, and looks to Hoseok like a lost puppy.

HOSEOK (CONT’D) No no, stop stop, like this...

Hoseok, moves his arms and a tight sweeping motion, and counts along while doing complicated footwork. Behind him, Jin looks completely lost and puts his head in his hands.

INT. LUNCH ROOM - DAY

The remaining boys are sitting around a table talking excitedly about their upcoming debut.

JUNGKOOK I honestly don’t think the

company is going to give you the name “Rap Monster” Namjoon.

JIMIN If anything you're more of a

Nerd Monster

12.

JUNGKOOK Nerd mon!!! I like it, I vote

nerd mon.

Namjoon goes to protest but is drowned out by the approval of the rest of the boys chanting his name

EVERYONE Nerd Mon, Nerd Mon, Nerd Mon...

The chants die out as the boys begin to eat again, stuffing their faces with various sorts of foods.

Taehyung over the

TAEHYUNG Are you excited to debut? In

all honesty I'm a little afraid.

YOONGI Its been a long time since I

signed a contract for this company, of course im ready. I’ve been ready. I'm just excited we are actually getting somewhere

looks down at the table and a silence falls group.

JUNGKOOK We’ve been working really hard;

we’ll make it. In two years time we’ll win Mnet. We’ll have loads of fans. I’m sure of it.

YOONGI Lets hope so kid.

Yoongi shoves food into his mouth and the conversation devolves back into light hearted comments and jokes.

NAMJOON We’ve only got 5 minutes left

for break, lets go in and practice before our choreographer comes back.

(MORE)

13.

NAMJOON (CONT'D) I’m not in the mood to be

yelled at for the next 3 hours.

JIMIN Whatever you say Nerd Mon,

you’re the boss.

NAMJOON Hey, I’m your leader!

YOONGI You’re still a nerd.

Namjoon pulls a face and orders them to clean up after themselves.

INT. STUDIO - DAY

The boys walk into the studio to see Hobeom standing in the middle of the floor with unfocused eyes. His hands are folded across his chest. The boys look around the dance studio and then back at each other.

YOONGI What is this? What’s going on?

You never show up to our practices. Don’t tell me we are changing the choreography again.

Yoongi steps forward from the boys to approach Hobeom.

The boys

HOBEOM I think we should all grab a

seat. This is something you’re going to want be seated for.

JUNGKOOK Is everything okay? Is anyone

hurt? Did someone say something they weren’t supposed to in the interview?

grab seats in a circle and look at Hobeom.

14.

HOBEOM I’ve got some bad news. We got

the reports back from marketing and we didn’t pass. You guys aren’t popular enough to debut by the end of the month. We have to push it back.

The room gets incredibly quiet and the boys look at each other in shock.

NAMJOON What do you mean? We can

release the music and the fans will follow.

JIN Yeah, I finished learning the

dance too!

JIMIN We’re ready. We’ve practiced so

hard and our vocals are so good!

Jimin looks down at the ground defeated

HOBEOM I’m sorry. We can’t risk the

album not selling well against the other bands. We’ll give you six more months to gain the popularity you need.

Hoseok goes to speak, but it takes a moment before he can put the words together in his head.

HOSEOK But..What happens if we don’t

make it?

The boys hold their breath as hoseok asks the question everyone is too afraid to hear the answer to.

15.

HOBEOM Well..uh..you guys...You guys

will be dropped from the label.

TAEHYUNG NO! WE CANT BE DROPPED! MY

PARENTS! THEY PAID SO MUCH FOR ME TO BE HERE.

YOONGI This is bullshit. Dropped from

the label? Are you kidding me?

Yoongi stands and goes starts to pace around the room, flinging his hands into the air and yelling to himself

YOONGI (CONT’D) ITS BEEN 5 YEARS. I SIGNED MY

LIFE AWAY TO YOU. 5 YEARS I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR AN OPPORTUNITY, I’VE BEEN STUCK WITH 5 DIFFERENT BANDS, YOU FINALLY STICK ME WITH PEOPLE I ACTUALLY LIKE AND NOW YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT WE HAVE TO FUCKI-

Namjoon stands and puts an arm on Yoongi’s shoulder, stopping him from his rant.

Yoongi goes to rip his shoulders away from Namjoon, but he’s too strong.

NAMJOON Watch your tongue. Hear him out

first at least. Yoongi sighs heavily, but relaxes a bit.

HOBEOM We have you guys scheduled to

appear on a rookie show at the end of the month.

16.

JIMIN Will that really help that

much? I mean, We’ve done interviews and been on TV shows.

Yoongi looks as if he is going to explode, but keeps it in after a glare from Namjoon.

JUNGKOOK How do we get more fans faster.

If we can get them in the next two weeks we can still debut right?

HOBEOM You guys should go home for the

day and get some rest. Let your families know. Six months should be more than enough time to get popular. Stay positive.

Hobeom gets up and leaves the studio. The boys all sit around unable to speak for a minute.

Yoongi gets up and kicks a water bottle into the wall while Namjoon gets up and starts pacing.

Taehyung curls his knees up to his chest and places his head on them while Hoseok puts his arm around him and Jin together.

Jungkook and Jimin look at each other and then back down on the floor.

NAMJOON Okay, you guys. Let’s head

back.

The boys stand up, and share a look at each other of pure defeat. They walk with their heads slightly hung out of the studio and head towards the van.

17.

INT. DORM ROOM - EVENING

The boys file in to the dorm with their heads hung and Yoongi is last. He slams the door.

YOONGI FUCK. This is so unfair. A

rookie show? Im not going to sit around and do stupid punishments for fans. It’s all just fan service and stupid rewards. Aren’t we supposed to be actually making music?

Yoongi knocks over the papers and snacks from the counter in a fit and lets out an aggravated yell.

Taehyung and Jungkook step back in response, but do nothing to help. They look towards Namjoon.

NAMJOON Clean it up.

YOONGI Fuck off.

Yoongi storms away to his dorm room, slamming the door behind him and leaving the others to stare in silence.

NAMJOON I’ll go talk to him in a bit.

He just needs a bit of time to cool off.

Jungkook begins to cry silently and Jimin steps toward him and leads him to the couch where they sit down.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Jimin hands him a bottle of soda and they both open the soda. The pop breaks the silence.

JUNGKOOK This is all my fault. I’m the

youngest. I’m not ready. (MORE)

18.

JUNGKOOK (CONT'D) I should have worked harder,

stayed later at the studio. I just joined and I ruined it for all of you.

JIMIN No, no, this isn’t your fault.

This is on all of us.

They both sip quietly. The sounds of Yoongi in his room screaming into his pillow can be heard.

JUNGKOOK There’s just so much to learn.

I feel so overwhelmed.

JIMIN You shouldn’t feel like that.

There’s a reason we call you the golden maknae. You’re doing a lot better than us when we were at your age.

Jungkook starts crying again and Jimin scoots a little closer.

JIMIN (CONT’D) Why are you crying?

JUNGKOOK Half out of sadness and half

out of gratitude. That really means a lot to me.

Jimin puts an arm around Jungkook and looks out of the window into the city below. Jungkook takes a shaky breath in.

JIMIN We’ll work harder these next

few months and push each other to be the best we can be. They’ve given us a chance with the show, and I know that Hobeom and the company care

about us a lot. (MORE)

19.

JIMIN (CONT'D) I know we will make it. We just

have to stay positive and keep our heads up.

Jungkook looks towards Jimin and sniffs, wiping his tears away with the sleeve of his shirt.

JUNGKOOK Thanks Jimin, I know we can do

it if we try, im just worried about Yoongi and the other Hyungs.

JIMIN Everything will be okay. We are

a great team an-

Jimin is confused and sad daze. He looks off out the window before catching the gaze of the two boys in front of him.

HOSEOK Jin has made food, you two

should go eat. It’ll make you feel better.

Hoseok goes to walk away, his usual bright demeanor his gone, and his head hangs low.

JIMIN Hey- hey Hyung

Hoseok stops and turns around to face Jimin

JIMIN (CONT’D) We’re gonna be okay, right? I mean Taehyung looked a little wrecked. I’ve never seen him-

HOSEOK I don’t know. He’s never been

like this. He’s not one to show his feelings. I think he’s just a little shocked.

cut off as Hoseok enters the room in a

20.

JUNGKOOK Is he on the phone? I saw him

walk toward your room.

HOSEOK Yeah I think so, but its been a

while. You both go eat, i’ll go check on him.

Hoseok heads out of the living room and walks to his and Taehyung’s room.

INT. DORM BEDROOM A HALLWAY - NIGHT

He creaks open the door silently and watches through a sliver of light Taehyung lying on Hoseok’s bed, the phone to his ear.

His face is flat and something shiny seems to be falling from his eye. From his spot at the door Hoseok can hear him choke out a sob.

Hoseok peaks into the room some more, and debates going in only to be stopped by the sound of Teahyung’s voice.

TAEHYUNG I should’ve stayed. How are we

going to pay for this. Im so sorry. It’s too much. I don’t want to fail you.

Hoseok’s eyes go wide as he listens to the boys conversation.

Taehyung leans in

is quiet as he listens to the reply. Hoseok a bit more, straining to hear.

TAEHYUNG (CONT’D) I miss you guys, I thought this

would be a way to help with money.. It just seems now that everything is falling apart. The others are worried. Its never been like this.

21.

Teahyung’s crying becomes more persistent, and he rubs his eyes as he listens to the person on the other end.

Hoseok wipes his eyes as he begins to feel emotional towards his fellow bandmate.

TAEHYUNG (CONT’D) Thanks mom, I wont let you

down. I love you too.

Taehyung hangs up and locks his phone and turns on his stomach placing the phone next to his pillow. His back starts to heave and the sound of crying starts to get louder and louder. Before he sees Taehyung bury his face into a pillow to cover the sounds of his tears.

Hoseok, who can’t take it anymore silently walks into the room and walks towards Teahyung.

Hoseok lays down in his bed next to Taehyung and pats his back softly.

HOSEOK Shhhh, its okay. Its gonna be

okay.

Taehyung shudders, and curls himself into a ball away from Hoseok.

HOSEOK (CONT’D) Hey, Tae, look at me. Come on,

turn around.

Taehyung turns around and faces Hoseok. His eyes red and puffy from crying.

Hoseok looks at Taehyung’s face and wipes away a stray tear.

HOSEOK (CONT’D) Shhh... we will be okay. Don’t

get yourself down. We are all going to get through this together. As a group.

(MORE)

22.

Taehyung

HOSEOK (CONT’D) Jin made some food if you feel

like eating. looks up at Hoseok and shakes his head.

TAEHYUNG I don’t think I could eat even

if I was hungry. I just want to go to bed.

Taehyung turns back around facing away from Hoseok and pulls the covers over his head. Hoseok frowns

HOSEOK I feel the same way. I’m just

going to go to sleep too.

Hoseok pauses for a moment before getting into the covers and resting his head on his pillow.

HOSEOK (CONT’D) Tae...uh..i know you want to

sleep, and you are upset, but... you’re in my bed.

TAEHYUNG I know.

Hoseok looks at the boy confused, propping himself up on his side,

HOSEOK You know?

Taehyung turns back around and nods his head before hiding his face. He sniffs avoids Hoseok's eyes.

HOSEOK (CONT’D) If you know then...

Hoseok stops to think of what to say

23.

Taehyung himself.

TAEHYUNG It smells nice, like vanilla,

and I, I don't know I just don’t want to be alone. We don’t have to cuddle or anything, I’m not gay, I just miss my family and I'm so afraid and nothing is turning out right an-

HOSEOK Sure

TAEHYUNG Sure?

HOSEOK Yes, sure, you can sleep with

me tonight. You don’t have to be gay to need some comfort. So, yeah, sure.

smiles and pulls the covers closer to

TAEHYUNG Thanks Hoseok, you really do

bring me a lot of hope.

The boys turn to face opposite walls and drift off into a sad sleep.

INT. DORM ROOM - DAWN

A LOUD KNOCK on the door wakes Jungkook, who had fallen asleep on the couch the night before, startled, he gets off the couch and pulls his discarded shirt back on over his head and heads to the door.

Jungkook opens the door as the knocking continues and is met with the excited eyes of Hobeom, who today is holding an even thicker looking schedule.

24.

Hobeom steps in to the dorm and heads back into the Living room. He twists the schedule around in his hands and looks around expectantly.

He looks

He turns have him

HOBEOM (to Jungkook)

Why isn’t anybody up? Its a new day!

JUNGKOOK Its 5 am, and yesterday you

told us we weren’t going to debut. I don’t think anybody wants to be up.

HOBEOM About that! I have news! News

about your Rookie show! down the hall and yells

HOBEOM (CONT’D) BTS!! Wake up boys! I’ve got great news!

towards Jungkook and motions his hands to go wake the rest of the boys up.

HOBEOM (CONT’D) Go! Go get them!

INT. DORM LIVING ROOM - DAY

After several minutes of rushing around the dorm and waking everyone up, the seven boys sit together on the couch. This time they are quiet and stare straight ahead or at the ground.

HOBEOM I know you all are a little upset at the news you received yesterday. Trust me, we all are.

Jimin gives a silent nod while Yoongi huffs out a noise of disbelief.

25.

HOBEOM (CONT’D) 

But the show we’ve found is really popular, and they have agreed to run your spot at one of the more heavily viewed times. We’ve already made an apology statement to the radio company and your scripts will arrive tomorrow.

He pauses to look at each of the members staring blankly back at him

HOBEM You are also going to be doing a dorm tour and separate interviews so that the audience can get to know you. I’ve come here to discuss your stage names and get you ready to meet the producers of the show.

JIN When do we begin filming? How was this set up so fast?

YOONGI He must have known we weren’t going to debut. It seems like he had it all ready to do.

HOBEOM I...i mean we had back up plans of course

Yoongi scoffs and makes to stand up.

YOONGI I knew it. You had no faith in

us as a company. I wont do it. Count me out. Im not dressing up like an idiot for strangers. I’m here to make music.

Taehyung looks to hoseok afraid, and hoseok squeezes his arm to reassure him it will be okay.

26.

HOBEOM But you will be making music. And it will play, on the radio.

The boys look to Hobeom in shock, confusion spreading across their faces.

NAMJOON We’ll be making music? How?

YOONGI 

He’s lying

HOBEOM Im not, part of your contract with the show is that you produce a song throughout the course of Rookie King.

JUNGKOOK So we will actually get to sing?

HOBEOM Yes, and your choreography and vocal lessons wont stop either.

Namjoon looks to yoongi, who seems to be contemplative.

JIMIN And if our song gets a lot of feedback at the end of the show? Will we be able to keep our contract?

TAEHYUNG Does that mean we debut as a band?

All seven of the boys wait manager to answer.

HOBEOM Yes. Thats exactly what it means.