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Pairing: OT7 x Reader, || word count: 9.4k || Genre: Smut (18+)

Warning: degradation, smut, dom!everyone sub! YN/JK, fingering, ruined orgasm, oral (m receiving), milking, nipple play, bd(s)m, hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, orgy, tons of gay stuff.

A/N: So! I wrote this in 4 days it is 9 k and it was so difficult because it is all smut, the first part continues from the last chapter meaning it didn’t start in the morning but the night before. I decided to give Yoonmin AND jikook a special scene. As for YNS back story it starts when you see two asterisks ** it ends after that paragraph. If you are not interested in it then skip it, it doesn’t massively impact the story and I wrote it so you won’t be missing anything. As always please give me your feedback. Love y’all!

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DAY THIRTY-SEVEN

You knew you had a specific prize In mind, whether or not you could and would be granted that reward was something that left you feeling a rather dull sense of uncertainty. However, you chose to ignore this and headed straight to the producers' van as you were sure of your choice.

“YN is everything okay?” Was the first thing Sejin asked, upon seeing you he opened the door, coming down the steps to lean against the stationary vehicle. Normally you’d be more than happy to have a long conversation with him but now wasn’t the time for that, not when butterflies danced around your stomach and threatened to spew from your mouth.

You gave him a curt nod. “I want to talk about the reward..”

“What have you chosen?”

“I want one day with them, 24 hours with no rules or limits. I want to be able to touch them all and vice Versa. Is that possible?”

“I would have to talk to the producers about it, we would be two days short on time for the prompts but if you think that’s sufficient then I don’t see any issue with it. Give me 10 minutes, I’ll check in with them and see what they say.” He smiled at you before one against disappearing into the van. You didn’t try to eavesdrop as you paced back and forth outside, the fear of being told no starting to gnaw at you.

You almost jumped as a hand came to rest on your shoulder, only relaxing when you see Yoongi there. “Why do you look like a deer in headlights?”

“Because I asked for what I wanted but I’m afraid I’ll be told no.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him for a hug.

He must have been able to tell you needed the comfort as he rested a hand on your back, his fingers lazily drawing patterns over the fabric of Jungkooks shirt. “What did you ask for love?”

“To have you all for 24 hours with no rules or limits just us all together. I didn’t want to tell anyone in case they said no, I didn’t want to give false hope.”

“What are we going to do with you hm?” He pulled back, hand stroking your cheek. “Always the kindest.”

“It’s hard yoon. I don’t say it much but it’s hard, seeing everyone and not being able to touch them. Whilst we are here the primary focus is the show, I know that’s changed for us but somehow it hasn’t because we still have to complete everything given to us. I’ll never regret coming here because it led me all to you but I wish we had more time to be with each other, I wish we could all go on a date together. A big date. I know that sounds ridiculous but I want you all and I want you all to want each other and to want me. I don’t want anything to change.”

He searched your eyes for a moment before pressing a tender kiss to your cheekbone. “You’ve been keeping a little too much in sweetheart, you’ve got to let it out some time we are all here for you. Most of us couldn’t get through this show if it wasn’t for you.”

“Well, that's probably kind of because I have a vagina and I’m the lady of the house.” You laugh through light tears that had begun to blur your vision.

He shook his head, chuckling lightly. “No, your smile on a difficult day, the way you care for us individually, the way you support us all regardless of what way you do it. We need you just as much as we need Hoseok, or Taehyung, seokjin Hyung, Namjoonie, kook-ah or Jimin.

You smiled a bit. Even in the most stressful situations, any of their presence was such a pacifying one, it silenced the disquieted feelings in you, leaving you with a slight warmth and a resolve that no matter what happens everything will be okay.

“Once it’s nearer the end I think we should all gather and talk again, we could all use it.” You knew that you weren’t the only one with worries, your conversation with Taehyung just a week earlier had lingered in your mind, the real possibility that in the outside world things just wouldn’t work out.

You didn’t have any more time to discuss the matter as Sejin opened the door, both of your heads turning to face him. You couldn’t read his facial expressions so you had nothing to go off as he approached you. “Well, I’ve talked with them.”

“And?”

“You’ve got until midday on Tuesday, it’s Sunday now so that’s a little over 24 hours but the producing team said we had gotten a good amount of footage and it should still be possible to get the prompts done between Tuesday and Sunday as there’s still five days and only three left. “

“Wait really?” You turned to face yoongi who was wearing a smile just as big as yours, they all knew they could touch each other so this may have been selfish as realistically you were the only one benefitting from it yet still the doctor only smiled at you, for you. “I have to go tell them.”

You almost run away before thanking Sejin who just replied with a “yeah yeah.”

You made a note to truly thank him before the show was over, the finish line almost in view. For now, that didn’t matter, for now, you have seven amazing people to spend 24 free hours with.

You nearly tripped over the doorframe as you slipped your shoes off, only steadying yourself before rushing into the living room where everyone had gathered. “We have 24 hours, 24 hours no rules we can touch we can do whatever we can be together just as normal with no worry about being evicted.”

Everyone stood up slowly from their respective seats darted around the room, each and every face holding a look of anticipation and hope that brought a smile to your lips. “So…they said yes?”

“We have a little more than 24 hours, our time finishes at midday on Tuesday.” You explained excitedly, their faces reading back the joy you felt.

“You thought of the most perfect prize petal.” Taehyung laughed, crossing the room to take your hand in his, kissing the back of it gently.

Jungkook shuffled from one foot to another, hands clasping awkwardly at either side. “I want to kiss you so badly.”

“Then why are you waiting?” You asked daringly, raising your eyebrows only to encourage the cam boy.

“Fuck I missed this.” He rasped, hand resting atop your cheek gently as the other hand slid to your neck, gripping it lightly. The kiss embodies everything Jungkook is as a person. His soft and sweet side morphing with the flirtatious and downright sexy side of him. You almost wanted to demand he chose one - sweet or sexy, you weren’t sure you could handle him being both.

Taehyung was next. Nudging Jungkook to the side as he rested a hand atop your hip as the other gripped the back of your neck, trapping your lips against his. You moaned into his mouth as he tugged on your hair, which only caused the others to groan.

“Seokjinnie.” You called out as taehyung stepped away, making grabby hands at the older man who happily divulged you. He crossed the small space between you in two steps, long fingers caressing your face. You had almost forgotten how beautifully the man kissed, every millisecond filled with softness but also a light air of dominance. Lips both barely brushing against yours and being overwhelmingly forceful. “Fuck.” He whispered pulling away, resting his forehead against yours to allow you both time to bathe your breath.

“Where’s hobi?” You asked, looking around until you see him standing behind Namjoon.

“Can I hug you?” You asked, wanting to have the man close, as much as you respected his identity and preference it didn’t cause a faint sadness in your heart that you’d never be able to show him the love you held for him in the way you had once hoped to. As his arms wrapped around you that feeling disappeared into some dark corner of your mind, the warmth of his body against yours and the sound feeling that he was there for you just as much as anyone else even though it may be different was more than enough to make you feel complete.

“Group hug,” Jungkook shouted, plummeting into your both as everyone else joined. Even yoongi, although he will swear later he didn’t.

“Group kiss?” Taehyung asked, only to be responded with giggles and a poke to his side from Hoseok.

“I don’t want to sleep, I can finally touch you all and kiss you all, I don’t want to waste any of that time.” You sighed, everyone slowly letting go of the hug. “I missed this so much.”

Seokjin wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We did too baby but sleeping is important, we sleep early we can wake up early. I’ll get dinner started, yoon do you want to help?”

“Okay, Hyung.” Yoongi nodded giving your arm a final squeeze before walking off with seokjin, if anyone noticed the way their fingers entwined the second they were away from the group no one said anything.

Before you could move Jungkook had already wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you close against him as though any distance was too far. You couldn’t say you didn’t feel the need to be close to them all, especially now there were no limits to the way you could touch them, you had never thought the rules would be an issue but then again you never anticipated falling in love with everyone here.

“What are you thinking about?” Namjoon asked from across the room, the book he had been reading for the past few days placed atop the table beside him.

You shook your head leaning back against Jungkook. “Just how much I missed this”

“C'mon Hyung, you know baby is always greedy.” Jimin teased, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I may be greedy but so are you. I don’t ever hear you complain when I let you fuck me senseless.” You retorted, you could play dangerously too. “Taehyungie, come here.” You reached out a hand to the other. Jungkook didn’t move but relaxed one arm to pull taehyung to you. It felt thrilling to be trapped between the pair, their bodies flush against yours. You couldn’t move even if you tried and you like that far more than you cared to admit, the feeling of being helpless between two of the sexiest men you’ve ever met left you feeling dizzy your legs giving out just a little as Taehyung brought his fingers to your lips.

“Open.” His voice was demanding and left no room for argument so you didn’t, you parted your lips slightly allowing him enough space to slide his finger into your mouth. You closed your lips around the digit, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb. “Fuck.” He groaned. “I want to watch you fall apart piece by piece.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook called out, you could feel his cock growing against your ass which only encouraged your own arousal. “You should wait until after dinner.” What? No. That is exactly what you didn’t want. You tried shaking your head but Taehyung slid his thumb out, fingers gripping painfully into your chin. “Be patient.”

You let out a whine in protest, pulling him closer to you only for him to grab your throat. “Ah ah, don’t even try it sweetheart, quiet okay? Behave and I promise I’ll make you feel good later.”

Your mouth went dry. Completely mesmerised by the man, you were sure you were falling in love all over again. “O-okay.”

It had been a while since you felt this floaty, this pliant and willing, for a moment you felt fear before falling slack against jungkook a mist covering your mind and leaving you feeling blissful.

“Did you just?” You heard someone ask, not bothering to find out who it was. Everything felt right, you didn’t want to disturb that.

You heard a voice close to you, jimin maybe. “Subspace?”

“I think so.” You reached forward for taehyung, wanting him next to you only to be pulled away by someone else. “Come here, darling.”

You whined, trying to find your way back to taehyung. “Tae.”

“He’s coming, baby. Tae Tae is coming let’s go sit down hm?” You could recognise the feeling of namjoons hands on your arms, guiding you over to the couch.

“Jungkook go and get some water.” Jimin directed the younger, you buried yourself deeper into namjoons frame, his warmth being inviting.

You weren’t stupid you knew what was happening but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, you felt safe with them, safe enough to let them take care of everything for a little while. “Jinnie.”

“You want Seokjin Hyun?” Namjoon asked, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

You nodded, or at least you think you did. “Yoongi too.”

“Okay okay.” He laughed calling the others in.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asked walking over to where you were nestled against Joon. “Is she okay?”

“Tae was having a little fun with her and she seemed to slip.” Jungkook answered, taking a seat at the end of the couch. “She said she wanted both of you.”

“Hoseok can you go and watch the food?” Jin would have asked one of the youngers but he was sure something would burn and Hoseok was the only one who knew how to season the meat right.

The dominant stepped forward, happy to help, he was always happy to help. You didn’t want him to help. You didn’t want anyone to do anything but be around you. “No!” You mumbled, wanting them all around you. “Stay.”

Yoongi was in front of you, hands on your face. Hobi stood behind him, close enough you could touch him. “We all need to eat darling, so do you.”

“I’ll be gone a few minutes and then I will come back and sit with you okay?” Hoseok spoke up, reaching out to grab your hand. “Be good for me, I know you want us all here with you I promise once we all eat we can make a pillow fort across the floor and all sleep downstairs.”

You loved this side of Hoseok, it wasn’t one you found yourself the pleasure of seeing often so whenever it did make an appearance you filed the memory away in your mind for safekeeping. “okay but be quick.” You found yourself pouting, if you weren’t feeling so floaty you may have been hit with a wave of embarrassment but that consciousness was too far out of reach.

“Can you drink some for me sweetheart?” Jin bent down, brushing your hair away from your forehead. You moved forward, allowing yourself to drink from the bottle with ease before sitting back against namjoon. “So good baby.”

You smiled at the praise, head lulling against the philosopher. “Love you.” You whispered, wanting them all to know how you felt, even if it wasn’t a huge deceleration those words held a meaning you wished some day to explain.

Everyone responded, at least you think everyone did. The blanket that clouded your mind had only caused you to feel tired and despite the dinner you knew was being cooked there was no good reason to hold back from sleep, so you didn’t. With Namjoons body against you and the comforting voices of the others around the room, you slipped into dreamland peacefully.

“She’s asleep I think.” Jimin touched namjoons shoulder. “Want me to move so you can lay her down?”

“No it’s okay, I don’t want to disturb her.” Namjoon refused, leaning back to give himself more room.

“That was definitely different, she’s never gone into a submissive headspace like that before. At least not with me.” Hoseok spoke up, leaning against the wall. “Jimin?”

Jimin pursed his lips together, rethinking all the times there had ever been a scene between the two of you before shaking his head. “She’s never been like that before whenever we have gotten into a scene, yes she has her moments of being in a submissive space but never to that extent and never that fast.”

“It’s not like it’s a bad thing.” Tae smiled, head resting on Jungkooks shoulder. “Right?”

“It’s not bad I’ve seen people fall harder and faster but it’s more so the reasoning for it, you weren’t extremely dominant with her and it didn’t become sexual. Sometimes entering a submissive space isn’t caused by pleasure it can be caused by stress, those who have fallen into submissive headspace can often use that place to keep them grounded or even relaxed if they are experiencing stress or going through a stressful situation. I think the emotions that come along with the rules being lifted for 24 hours only have her all the more reason to submit.”

“Let’s let her sleep until dinner, call me if she wakes up.” Seokjin didn’t wait for a response before turning towards the kitchen Yoongi following behind him.

—-

“Baby?” You felt yourself shaking lightly, pulling you from the dream you had just been living in. “You gotta wake up petal dinner is ready.”

“Jin?” You mumbled, reaching for the man. The absence of namjoons body against yours left you feeling cold. “Did I sleep long?”

He wrapped an arm around you, helping you sit up. “No, only about thirty minutes give or take. How are you feeling?”

You took his hand, steadying yourself as you stood. Still sleepy you chose to rest your head against his shoulder earning a light chuckle from you. “M’ okay. Not feeling like that anymore”

“It was an adorable sight to see,” Seokjin replied, a hand rubbing up and down your back. “

You groaned wanting to throw yourself back on the couch to sleep. “Food.”

“Sure sweet girl let’s go get you some food.” It felt good to be like this with him, this natural feeling to your conversation and actions with one another. “Jimin said he wanted to tell you something.”

You nodded towards seokjin, thanking him for waking you before taking a spare seat between Jimin and Namjoon. “Feeling better?” Jimin leaned in, questioning with a smirk.

You pushed him lightly, embarrassment seeping in. “Shut up.”

“Wow someone woke up feisty.” Hoseok laughed, passing you the salad bowl. You lightly snatched it out of his hand, sticking your tongue out. You ignored his teasing as you turned to Jimin.

“Seokjin said you had something to say?” You raised an eyebrow, cutting into the steak on your plate.

“I asked Sejin if we could do the date on Wednesday, it wouldn’t interrupt with your time to be with everyone else. He said it was okay as long as you were fine with it.” He explained, filling your glass with water. “You should enjoy this time.”

Despite your grogginess and the mild irritation seeping through your bones at the teasing happening just across the table, you felt so much love and pride that these were the people you’d found yourself falling in love with. Kind-hearted and considerate.

A shy smile melted across your face, eyes softening at him. “Thank you. Seriously Jimin, that means so much to me.”

“Don’t thank me for that, there are many things you could thank me for but now that. I wish you could have us all the time. How does it really feel?” He asked, his question quite in comparison to the chatter around you.

You held the food close to your mouth, raising an eyebrow at him. “How does what feel?”

“The show, us, everything.” There was a weight to his question you were unsure if you liked.

“The show is fine, there are moments I find myself questioning why we don’t all leave just to be rid of the rules but I think the time we get with one another and of course ending the prize keeps us all here. With us I feel good, happy, I think we all have concerns about the future but apart from that I’m okay.”

He looked over you, as though hoping to deduce whether or not you were being truthful, eventually, he nodded. “I’m always here for you.”

You once again thanked him, looking down at your plate to prevent an onslaught of unwanted tears at his sudden and unexpected affection. You thanked the gods when his attention returned to his food as he began talking to Yoongi.

The meal passed quickly, everyone checking in with you now an again whenever their own conversation ended. You didn’t feel like talking much instead you opted to watch them all, Seokjin was in a heated debate with Hoseok about a game they had both played courtesy of Jungkook, eventually the younger threatening to delete their progress if they didn’t stop. It was endearing how despite being the youngest Jungkook still carried an aura of maturity to him. Namjoon had given his opinion a few times on the conversation between yoongi, taehyung and Jimin. Namjoon had asked Yoongi what it was like to be a gynaecologist and exactly why he had chosen that career, it led to yoongi explaining his entire university experience with Jimin and Taehyung asking questions in between their completely obvious game of footsies.

**The outside world wasn’t perfect, you knew that. You’d had many fights with your parents over the years about your choices at school, choosing to take art with a desire to make beautiful things in the world. Eventually, they had grown to be accepting of your “outward” choices. You found a knack for nudity, the rawness that came from seeing something in its natural element. Once or twice you’d found yourself modelling for art classes, though you’d never tell your parents that. Being an only child wasn’t easy, it was definitely lonely growing up but your parents did whatever they could to keep you entertained, they gave you everything they had and then some. You remember the conversations your mother would have with you about finding someone who brought you the same happiness you felt then, who respected you and loved you as much as they did. It was at that moment, your eyes darting from face to face you realised you’d done just that. You’d found people you could call family. **

The night passed rarely quickly, you’d offered to help clean up only to be told that Jungkook would bare the task tonight after losing a game of rock paper scissors with Hoseok. The game you once found no meaning in had become a staple for resolving issues or making decisions, although you did notice how wrong that could lead things to being. You’d enjoyed watching them all, you had laughed so much at one point after Namjoon had snorted water out of his nose when Taehyung had joked and said his cock was showing through a hole in his pants. All in all the night was perfect.

Hoseok followed through on his promise of you all sleeping in the same room in a makeshift bed, limbs entwined with one another, soft kisses and rough groping and light moans shared between you all. The day had been exhausting with the tasks earlier and then the sudden slip into sub-space. Sleep was well welcomed, and everyone slowly fell into a comforting quietness.

You once again heard sweet whispers of “goodnight.” In your ear just as the curtains of sleep converted you.

The morning started off with a bang, literally. To be more specific it started off with a very tired Namjoon knocking off 4 glasses from the shelf in an attempt to get some water. You’d all jumped up, fright and various stages of panic set across your faces as you all run to check what had happened only to be met with Namjoon shouting “Be careful, there’s glass.”

“What- who? Namjoon?” Seokjin stuttered, eyes flickering from the shards on the floor to the open cupboard. “How.”

“Well, Hyung I tried to reach back for the glass I like but then when I was pulling it out one fell and then I tried to catch the others but that led to me dropping the one I liked and then I tried to catch that one which meant all the others fell. I’m sorry it was an accident.” There was an immaturity to Namjoons clumsiness but it was something you found endearing. He was a gentle giant with no perception of his surroundings. “I’ll clean it up.” He offered shyly, about to move before Yoongi shouted to him.

“Don’t, wait there do not move.” He rushed to the door, grabbed some slippers, throwing them to Namjoon who just about caught them. “Put them on and step over here, mind the glass as much as you can. Hobi get the broom and find something to sweep it into. Everyone else go and sit in the living room, watch the floor for any shards that may have flown across the room.”

It took ten minutes before yoongi had finished cleaning up the mess, you all dispersed, heading off to brush your teeth and freshen up before returning to the living room where yoongi had been waiting waving a hand in disregard at Namjoons countless apologies. “It’s fine it’s all clean now just be careful in case of any stray shards.”

“Thanks for cleaning it Hyung. Jimin passed him a smile before winning at you.”

“There’s only one good way to spend this day.” Taehyung stood, rushing to pull yoongi to the couches.

Jimin leant forward, resting his arms on his legs. “And what’s that pup?”

“An orgy.”

“I’m in.” Jungkook responded with no hesitation, standing up as if almost to volunteer.

“I don’t see why not.” Seokjin added, nudging yoongi who sat back with a smirk across his lips, eyes twisting to something filled with lust.

Namjoon coughed, pressing his palms together. “What do you think YN?”

“I want you all. Maybe that makes me greedy but I don’t want to waste a second of this day.”

“Hobi?” You turned, facing the one who had been quietest throughout the whole discussion.

“Only if jimin goes down on me.” He laughed, a bright smile across his face however you could tell he was serious. “Are you in?”

“Please you couldn’t even last, let’s make it a real bet. I make you cum in 5 minutes and you don’t fuck anyone for a week. I lose and I’ll not fuck anyone but YN for a week.”

“Doesn’t really seem fair.” Hoseok smirked, his eyebrows raising as he seemed to have come up with another idea. “You’ll have ruined orgasms an entire week.”

“Fine whatever, not like I’m going to lose anyway.” Jimin squared his shoulders, almost as if promising he would be the lone survivor of another crazy bet.

Jungkook broke the tension as he threw down a pillow, raising a fist. “May the best cock win.”

“Jungkook no.” Yoongi laughed, the younger boy jumping from his spot only to wrap himself around the other man.

“Or what?” The younger teased, picking up the pillow from the floor. You watched as he swayed his hips at the doctor who only tightened his grip on the couch. “I don’t see you doing anything Hyung.”

“Jungkook.” Yoongis's voice was laced with an unspoken demand, it was always interesting and extremely hot to watch the little moments where they would fight for dominance considering you lived in a house with seven others you didn’t see it half as much as you would have liked to.

“I want Jinnie.” You called out, the older man’s attention on you within an instant, his body colliding with you as his lips devoured you as though he was starved. His hands were firm on your hips keeping you still as you tried to press against him.

“Let’s get these clothes out of the way baby girl, I want to see you.” He mumbled against you, barely waiting for a nod before pulling your shirt over your head, your shorts following Instantly.

He pulled you back towards the couch, pulling down his own pants before taking a seat on it, you climbed on top of him, aligning his cock with your entrance.

You dug your nails into his shoulders as you slid onto his cock, his length filling you up. Your cunt stretched around his bulging cock. “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

You giggled at the compliment. “Says the literal Angel.”

“Darling if you keep complimenting me like that I’m going to “

You began riding him before he could finish his sentence, he pulled you closer, kissing you as you continued riding him. “Fuck you feel so fucking good.” He groaned, his head thrown back allowing you to leave marks up his neck.

You felt a hand in your hand pulling you back, their hand tangled in your hair. You were met with a dark-eyed yoongi. “Keep riding him.”

The command was short but it only encouraged you to grind down, riding your hips in circles as Yoongi kissed you. “Open your mouth.”

You opened your mouth, Seokjin groaning as he watched Yoongi spit into your mouth.

“Come here,” Seokjin grunted, pulling you toward his mouth. You knew what he was doing, both of you kissed tasting yoongi between you.

“Hyung.” You heard taehyung call. You turned to look, watching as taehyung fell to his knees, eagerly taking Yoongis cock down his throat. Yoongis moans and curses only turned you on more, your pussy tightening around seokjins cock.

Jin tapped your leg. “Fuck get up baby. On your hands and knees.”

You moved around, climbing onto the couch on your hands and knees, arching your back as much as possible to allow the man access to you.

You bit your lip as he slid in, his cock on the larger side making you feel stretched. “Let me hear you, baby.” He whispered in your ear, his body flush against your back as he thrusts up into you.

You pushed back against him, a growl spilling from his lips. “Fuck I love you, so perfect sweetheart, so good.”

You moaned at his sudden declaration, his cock pounding into you the lewd sounds of skin slapping echoing off the walls. “Love you my jinnie, oh- oh I’m –“

“You can hold on baby, not yet.” He grunted, pulling your hair back as he straightened up, mercilessly fucking into you as deep as possible. You felt your eyes roll back, feeling drunk from the pleasure, your body slumped the energy you had to hold yourself up drained.

You lay there for a few more seconds, incoherent mumbles and pleas slipping from your mouth hands reaching back to touch him, you felt as he slipped his hand into yours. Leaning forward once more to press kisses to your spine. “I’m going to cum.”

“Don’t…don’t pull out..” you whined, “wanna be full.”

“Whatever you want princess.” He chuckles, his voice low. He thrust a few more times before he fell forward, your orgasms hitting you at the same time. You shuffled around, managing to lay on your back as he rested between your tits. “You’re so beautiful, you did so good baby I’m so proud of you.” He whispered, his hand running up and down your tight as you watched everyone else.

Taehyung had been with Yoongi, the younger grinding down on the doctor's thigh. Lazy kisses are shared between them.

You watched as Hoseok sat on the couch beside you. Turning your attention to him as he called out a soft. “Come here.” .You shuffled over to him, legs still shaky from the orgasm Seokjin gave you. “Turn around. Let me look at you.”

You turned, facing away from him yelling as he landed an unsuspecting slap to your ass cheek, reaching down to rub the spot h before he gripped your wrist, pulling you towards him. “You look so pretty with my marks all over you. The perfect little slut.”

“Ugh- Hoseok.” You groaned out as his fingers came up to play with your nipples, alternating between pulling them and flicking them between his fingers. With a particular painful pinch, he leant closer to you. His lips right by your ear. “What was that darling?”

“Master.” You whispered, your hands squeezing his thighs as his fingers continued to tease your cunt. “Fuck please sir.”

“What’s your colour?” He asked, a moment of concern flashing over his face, only disappearing when you whine a desperate “green.”

“Tell me exactly what you want.” He rasped, his free hand coming to wrap around your throat,

Hoseok stilled your hips, essentially leaving you cock warming him as taehyung grabs your jaw, guiding your lips to his cock. “You’re going to take care of him, you’re going to stay still until he cums down your throat. If you move at all I’m going to tie you up and let everyone use you as their little glory hole for the next - well - however long they want to. After all, you love having cock in you, don’t you? In fact, that may make you a little too happy. Hm?” Hoseoks voice rasped against you, hand still firm on your chin as he suddenly thrusted into you, causing you to emit half a scream.

“Yn is so pretty for us isn’t she baby boy ?” You hear Jimin's voice sweet sounding but laced with a poison that only makes you want more, if you hadn’t known him well and been overly exposed to this side of him you’d think he was just being kind, reassuring, but from the way, Jungkooks eyes were half-lidded, his head lulling to the side as jimin continued draining his cock you could tell it was anything but kind, it was downright dangerous.

You were a little shocked to see Namjoon and Seokjin across the side of the room, seokjin underneath his younger as yoongi ran a hand through his hair, the therapist pulling seokjin to allow his back to rest against his chest whilst Namjoon continued to mark the elder, a trail of beautiful bruises already forming across his skin.

Taehyung tapped your cheek, bringing your attention back to his throbbing cock. “Open baby.”

You opened your mouth, letting your jaw go slack.

Taehyungs cock was massive, you could feel it hit the back of your throat despite the fact that half of his cock was still out of your mouth, despite your eyes watering you relaxed, breathing through your nose as you took the last of him. “Fuck your mouth is so perfect, makes my cock feel so good.” He groaned, a hand reaching to caress your hair.

Hoseok shifted underneath you, his cock massaging your walls causing you to clench around him. Utter pleasure rocked through your body as you jolted on Hoseoks cock as taehyung tucked your throat. “You’re finally being useful, taking cock so well. Maybe I’ll reward you and let you cum.” You did everything you could to restrain your hands, wanting so badly to bring yourself to the edge, the dominants filthy words going straight to your pussy.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could still see jimin and Jungkook, jimin had Jungkook pinned underneath him, Jungkooks bigger frame looking so much smaller under the man as he milked his cock. Jungkook fighting underneath him from overstimulation but still taking it all. “You’re such a good boy.” Jimin had whispered, “My perfect baby boy taking whatever I give him. So perfect, think you can cum again for me?”

Jungkook let out a desperate whine, shaking his head no. “Hyun- ah, jimin please, please it’s fuck it’s too much.” He groaned, knuckles white as he clenched his fists.

“Colour baby?” Jimin asked, slowing down his strokes to brush Jungkooks hair from his eyes. “Tell Hyung.”

Jungkook jerked up, hissing as Jimins thumb ran over the slit on his tip. “G-green Hyung.”

“You look so beautiful like this, maybe I should keep you like this all too myself. Take some pretty pictures of you? Maybe I’ll come on your little cam show and remind everyone you belong to me. Make them watch as I tease your pretty cock.” Jimin squeezed around the base of Jungkooks cock, his lips morphing into a sadistic grin. “Maybe I’ll see how sensitive your balls are, I could play with them whilst I leave your cock tied up to a vibrator, if you begged enough I’d even put one inside your ass.”

“Ngh, hyu- hyung- ah- I wanna be a good boy for you.” Jungkook was beautiful, he looked ethereal with tears streaming down his face from the overwhelming pleasure jimin was delivering to him. “Feels s-so good.”

“What do you say, baby?” Jimin teased. Moving to take the youngers nipple into his mouth.

Jungkooks back arched off the couch as jimin bit down on his nipple, his hand reaching to massage the cam boy's balls. “Than- thank you jiminie.” Jimin gave his nipple one last bite before pulling off. Trailing his tongue down Jungkooks torso.

“Such a polite boy. “ jimin murmured. “I want to cum inside of you.”

“Wa-want your cock. I’ll be good pl-please I want-“ Jungkook whined. “ please.”

Jimin had met a lot of submissives, Jimin had fucked a lot of submissives but there was something about Jungkook, something about the way he whined, the way he tried so hard to keep his hands to himself, how hard he tried to do exactly what was asked of him. He was perfect. “Fuck. You’re a fucking sight to see.”

“Turn around baby boy let me prep you.” Jimin helped Jungkook move, his legs unsteady from the continuous teasing not to mention the two orgasms Jimin had already ripped from him. “Such a beautiful ass, wanna see you dressed up for me darling.” Jimin massaged Jungkooks thighs, hand edging closer to his entrance.

Jimin stepped away, earning a protesting groan from Jungkook. “Just getting lube baby. Be patient.”

Jungkooks protest silenced, looking around the room at the other house members. Each of them entwined in some way, their own pleasure being chased through various means. He looked over to you, giving you a shy smile followed by a flirty wink, his body pushing back when he felt jimin behind him once again.

You couldn’t respond to Jungkook,, taehyung still fucking your throat. Hiis thrusts becoming sloppy. “Gonna-gonna cum.” Taehyung grunted. Hand-fisting your hair becoming painful but enjoyably so.

“Did I give you permission?” You whimpered at the question, despite it being directed towards Taehyung, the man tending as to prevent himself cunning as he shook his head no. “Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll let you.”

“P-please can I cum.” He mumbled, hand still lazily caressing your hair even though he was struggling to hold back, if you weren’t dripping with arousal you may have found the action cute.

“P-please can I cum.” Hoseok mocked, laughing. “Pathetic boy. Show me how well you can cum. Show YN just how much you enjoyed using her throat.”

Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice, with no more than five thrusts he was on the brink of cumming, just before you could prepare to swallow you were being pulled back. Taehyung almost cried at the ruined orgasm. “B-but.”

“Ah, no buts baby. You got to cum, didn’t you? Wasn’t that nice of me?” The dominant teased, smirking. Taehyung couldn’t say no, he couldn’t deny that he got to cum. “Would you prefer next time I keep you on edge?”

Taehyungs eyes went wide, head shaking in a panic. “No Sir, thank you.”

“Good boy, you did so well.” Hoseok smiled at him, hand running through his hair as Tae sat down beside him on the couch. “Now to take care of you, darling. Do you want me to fuck you or are you at your limit?”

“I’m okay just, no more teasing please.” You whined, grinding down on his cock.

He laughed. “Too needy. I spoil you too much.”

“You don’t spoil me enough Sir.” You teased, rocking your hips. “Please fuck me?”

“Whatever you want brat.” Hoseok hooked his arms around yours, keeping you stable as he began to slide his weeping cock in and out of your cunt.

You let yourself be dragged around like a rag doll. His grip was definitely tight enough to bruise but you didn’t care as you pushed back onto him every time he thrusted, his cock ramming against your happy again and again making your legs fail underneath you. Hoseok supported the entering of your weight as you both came to a climax. “Gonna cum.” You mumbled, the words barely coherent, an orgasm brimming for the second time. “Please.”

“Cum over my cock.” he gave one final thrust against your gspot. His fingers massaged your clit, you weren’t a screamer, nor were you a squirter but you became one as his teeth sank into your shoulder. His cock pulsing inside of your pussy as he cum. “That’s it, just like that.” He grunted, your orgasms both coming to an end as he slowly pulled out of you. A hand under your chest stops you from falling face-first onto the floor as your legs have out. “Can you stand for me, baby?”

You shook your head no. “Not after you and seokjin fucking me.”

“Ah yes, the two biggest cocks.” He laughed, guiding you to sit on the couch. “Taehyungie could you go and get a wet cloth for YN?”

You’d almost forgotten his presence, turning to look at the man, his face utterly relaxed. “Okay.”

“You did so good today darling you were so patient, I’ll miss our scenes together.” He frowned a little, making you smile.

“Only a few more weeks, besides I’m sure jimin will let you watch whenever he and I have one.” You knew what the comment would do to him, seeing his scowl you held your hands up half-heartedly in defence. “Kidding.”

“What am I going to do with you?” He half-panted, taking the wet cloth from taehyung and bringing it to clean you up.

“There’s definitely cum on the couch.” You heard yoongi mumbling, he was sprawled out on the floor, seokjin beside him. Your face flushed at the sight of them noticing your eyes lingering on them. Between all eight of you, there wasn’t a single piece of clothing in sight. Jimin and Jungkook sat across from you, Jungkook cradled in Jimins arms, both of them seemingly somewhere else.

Taehyung was right, an orgy was a great way to spend the day.

—————

“I wanted to talk to you all about something.” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes focused on the window as though he was too afraid to meet anyone’s gaze. The attention shifted to him instantly. “I was thinking about it actually.”

Everyone had gone to shower, you had the pleasure of sharing yours with Seokjin and Taehyung. Both men insisting on taking care of you, definitely a form of repayment for the way they temporarily affected your ability to walk. The rest of the day had been spent playing board games, light kisses being shared between everyone, the touching non-stop. The atmosphere was calm so Jungkooks urgent demeanour had you worried.

“What’s wrong baby?” Jimins voice was tired, clearly, the sex knocking out any residual energy he had. “Talk to us.”

“What if we live together after here? We worked well being here together I have some savings we could pitch in and get a place together somewhere equal to where you all work. I was thinking about moving to Seoul permanently, I couldn’t be without you all. I know it would take a lot of time and wouldn’t be an easy decision I don’t know maybe this is a ridiculously childish idea, tae is here, Namjoonie Hyung is here, hobi Hyung is here, YN is here, yoongi Hyung could move we could all help him, jimin Hyung could move too it would be perfect.”

“Kook that’s… big.” Yoongi breathed, arm tightening around jimin. “I think we would all really need to talk about it. Jimin what would you think about moving?”

Jimin shrugged, hand grazing through the maknaes hair. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it I’d have to find work here but I wouldn’t be opposed. My life in Busan seems small compared to what we all have here.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to look at jobs around here, Hyung do you have any contacts here in Seoul?” Yoongi shifted to face Seokjin who was sitting with a grim across his red raw lips.

“I do, a few actually. I could pass you their contact information.”

“Hobi what do you think?” You sat up, looking at the man who had been quiet throughout the whole exchange.

“Well you all know I’m aro so I don’t see-“

His words are cut off by taehyung placing a hand across his mouth abruptly, slightly shocking the man. “If you say something like “I don’t see why you’d want me there” I will make sure no one has sex with you for the rest of the time here. You are just as much a part of us as Namjoon Hyung or Yoongi Hyung. Whether it’s romantic or not you have just as much of an invitation as everyone else here does. This is your choice too.”

“Oh.” The dominant breathed, a rand running over his face as though to refresh himself, he sat for a few minutes eyes filtering from one body to the next before he smiled, nodding. “I wouldn’t mind it, besides having roommates would be kind of fun.”

“YN?” Taehyung called tentatively, reaching to wrap your hand in his. “What do you think pretty?”

You blushed at the unfamiliar pet name, your cheeks a light hue of red. “I want you all, maybe I’m spoiled but if we could all be together in one house like this for as long as we stay together I’d love that. It would be just like this without the cameras.”

“So what does this mean? Are we officially in a relationship and planning to move in?”

You show a look to Hoseok who seemed to frown slightly at the mention of being in a relationship. “How about we don’t call it that.”

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked, eyebrows pinched.

You shook your head laughing. “Let’s not call it a relationship, we all have our own dynamics with each other but we are all entwined like some old tree with a thousand branches. I think we would need a week of planning to officially label everything between each and every one of us so why don’t we call it something else? Something inclusive.”

“I think that sounds better, we aren’t just a relationship, we also have Hoseok-ah to consider.” Seokjin spoke up, his words were always filled with care for those around him whilst simultaneously being filled with knowledge and understanding.

“What about affinity? We could say we are in an affinity.” Yoongi supplied, some smiles being traded across the room.

“Why affinity?” Jungkook questioned, head resting against Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin kisses his hair. His hand linking their fingers as he began to explain. “Affinity has a beautiful definition, it is a word used to say you have a deep understanding of someone, a similarity and a kinship to them. It’s basically the description of a bond without labelling it as such.”

“I like that.” He breathed, eyes closing before opening them again as though he has remembered something important. “You’re all mine though.”

“Even you my hobi Hyung.” He giggled, reaching a foot out to touch the other's leg.

“Move your weird toes from me right now.” He shouted, arms waving as Jungkook sunk down further, toes reaching across as far as he could.

“What’s the matter Hyung it’s just feet. I pegged you as a foot kink man.” Jimin giggled, everyone, pausing at the honorific before turning back to a mildly disturbed Hoseok.

“Shut up jimin, Jungkook move if you want to keep your toes.”

“Jin Hyung where is your knife.” He shouted, tramping towards the kitchen before yoongi could grab his waist, pulling him onto the pile of pillows beside him. “Calm down there sunshine let’s not decapitate anyone’s toes today.”

Hoseok shot him a glare as if to say he would be next if he didn’t stop talking. Yoongi laughed, muffling it with a cough. “Well then, affinity it is.”

“I love you all so much.” You brushed away the tears dampening your cheek, happiness overwhelming you. A few “I love yous.” Resounded back followed by a few kisses shared between different bodies. Hoseok looking content but also out of place. You shuffled closer to him as he removed himself from between Seokjin and Yoongi. You reached out your hand, just enough for him to wrap his little finger around yours and with that you spoke a silent promise.

You’d do whatever you could to keep them all happy.

You were more than content watching them break off into their own smaller conversations as you all set up for the night in the makeshift bed. Thankful for jimins suggestion to recreate the bed from the night before. You didn’t know how long you’d watched them for but your eyes became droopy, their voices guiding you into a blissful sleep.

Jimin and Jungkook watched you drift off, arms and legs a tangled heap. “How was it today baby?” Jimin turned to Jungkook, his fingers drawing patterns on the cam Boys thigh.

The younger sat, contemplating the entirety “Good, was a lot but good.”

“That makes me happy to hear, you were really serious about wanting us all weren’t you bun?” Jimin smiled, his eyes bright.

Jungkook blushed, nodding. “I just really love you all. I still want to get to know everyone. Even you Hyung.”

“What if you tell me something about you and I’ll tell you something about me? We can start learning right now.” Jimin offered, earning a pleased look from Jungkook.

“I really like toe socks,” Jungkook responded wholeheartedly, as though it was his biggest secret. Jimin couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, lightly pushing the younger.

“THAT’S your thing? I might just have to call it all off now, that’s definitely a deal breaker.” Jimin loved to tease, especially when it made the man he had begun to love smile like that. “They are actually good for you. I would say my thing is” he paused, wanting to give something equal to Jungkooks revelation. “If I ever have a bad day, I always drink hot chocolate.”

“If you ever seem sad I’ll make you one, I make good hot chocolates.” Jungkook smiled storing the fact away for when it was most necessary. “One more?” He raised an eyebrow, only continuing to talk once jimin has nodded. “I love being a cam boy but I also want to do more, something mentally.” Jungkook confessed. Jimin could understand that.

“I love being a porn star but I want to find what else there is in the world, I want to grow.” He had the same feeling, wanting to do something that didn’t require his body, not that he didn’t enjoy his work and held no embarrassment over it, in fact, he was fiercely proud but he always wanted to find what else in the world would be good for him.

“Maybe we can find things together?” Jungkook mumbled, hand reaching up to play with Jimins hair.

“I’d like that.” Jimin smiled, leaning down to break the space between them to give the younger a kiss, relishing in the small whimper Jungkook let out when he bit down on his lip. “Let’s get sleep baby boy.”

“Goodnight Hyung.”

“Goodnight jungkookie.”

——

Yoongi hated being woke up, Yoongi hated being waken up at 3 am, Yoongi hated being waken up by 3 am by a half-naked Jimin, although that may have been more so because of the fact he was far too tired to fully appreciate the youngers body.

“What jimin,” Yoongi grumbled, burying his head into another pillow.

He could have used that said pillow to hit the other when he grabbed his arm pulling him away from the comforts of the makeshift floor bed. “I need to talk to you Hyung.”

“Can't it wait until the morning?” Yoongi sighed, still following the dominant hand in hand.

“Nope.” Jimin popped his lips, the sound definitely would have gone straight to yoongis dick if he wasn’t half asleep.

Once they were both safely inside Yoongi's bedroom jimin pulled him to sit on the bed. “Are you really thinking about moving?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t see why not, I love Daegu but I love being with you all too.”

“Hyung,” Jimin called out, his hand reaching to touch Yoongis fingers before retreating. “You’re more reserved, not reserved but you, you show your love differently and it’s, I guess sometimes I feel lonely in that.”

“You aren’t lonely jimin-ah we are all here for you. If there’s something you need to talk about we will all listen.” Yoongi reassured him, his own hand edging closer to the other. “Talk to Hyung.”

Jimin stirred for a moment, he liked that. Weirdly, he liked how that felt. “I wouldn’t have much in Seoul. All my clients are around Busan. What if this doesn’t work outside of here and I take that step and it falls apart?”

Yoongi sat for a moment, breath heavy. “We can’t tell the future but sometimes things have to start with a simple step. You don’t lose things by loving you lose things by not taking risks. Getting into the prom industry definitely wasn’t easy right?” Yoongi paused giving Jimin a chance to respond, which he did with a nod. “That’s my point, you took a chance and it worked out well for you. If you find there’s something you want to do more then you should go for that too. We don’t ever grow by limiting ourselves to one thing forever, taking risks is a part of life, it’s a part of humans. We will fail and succeed but every attempt is worth it.”

Jimin didn’t realise just how much he needed to hear that, just how much the words would hit him where he was most needing it but it did, the porn industry allowed you to meet tons of people, people you would get intimate with and people you wouldn’t but very rarely was there any personal connection. He hadn’t realised how lonely he become until he was surrounded by people who cared for him, knew him, wanted him. Not just for a scene or a chance at getting known in the community but wanted him for him.

Before Yoongi could process the situation Jimin was lunging forward, pulling him into a hug. A small sob spilt from his lips as he whispered “Thank you Hyung.”

Yoongi had never heard Jimin cry, he had never had to hug him like this. He pulled the younger away, wiping his tears from his soft cheeks. Yoongi didn’t know jimin deeply but he loved him, he loved him the way he loved seokjin or the way he loved YN. Yoongi loved jimin enough to bring his hand to cup his face, pulling him closer to him. Jimin whined lightly as yoongi kissed him with all the energy he could muster. “Let Hyung take care of you.”

“Okay. Hyung can take care of me.” Jimin rasped, falling back into the bed, his elder there to catch him. Yoongi would always be there to catch Jimin, to catch all of them.

This was his family.

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[bangtanhoneys]

The Grammy Awards - Part Three.

Part 2

It was amazing how quickly the South Korean government could move when it needed to. The news had arrived on the President’s desk the moment the Grammy’s had ended in Los Angeles, 17 hours behind them. It was all over other various media sites as Seoul and the rest of the nation were waking up to the news that BTS had secured two Grammy wins with their female member, Grace Chu. 

She had won 7 Rings - Record of the Year and In My Head - Album of the Year, with Bang-PD & PDogg also receiving their own Grammy’s as producers of the album. It was a huge accomplishment considering BTS had been up for similar awards so many times and had walked home empty handed every time. The fact that they had been even nominated was a huge accomplishment but now they could hold their heads up high and say their female member had won it for them. 

The military had given Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi & Namjoon an extra day of leave after the news had arrived so they could be part of Grace’s welcome home party. The government had been quick to act - a hero’s welcome home for opening the door to the rest of the world of idols and K-Pop that a Grammy could be won. 

Of course, some said it was because her song was in English and that she was British had a hand in it. Her citizenship was always a bone of contention amongst some Koreans that she had never given up her British identity, preferring to be dual. And there were the anti-fans who thought their groups deserved it more than she did, that she hadn’t done any hard work, hadn’t done any of the lyrics (although Grace had her name on every song credit) and it just continued as the news was pumped around. 

No one cared though. 

It came down to one simple thing: Grace Chu had won two Grammys in a single night, for an album she had worked her bum off for with two of the men that had always been number one supporters of her solo career. 

HYBE were already making plans to open a special display for the awards, her costumes, and her dress and hype it up even more. 

For Grace, it had been a blur. From the moment her name had been called for the first award, then the second, and then backstage where everyone had congratulated her and there were sooo many celebrities clambering to get a photo with her, and the boys were on the phone sending their congratulations and by the time they got back to the hotel with a police escort, Grace had simply asked: “What the hell has just happened?”

There was champagne, expensive bottles of it, being popped and her father had drunk at least one bottle on his own. Her mother had been calling Korea, telling their friends and family about the night and Sejin had been updating HYBE, Big Hit and the boys with what was going on. 

Grace sat down next to Bang-PD and he reached over, putting his hand on her knee to pat it. “Hell of a night?” he asked, laughing. 

“You could say that again,” she gently laughed and ran a hand over her face. She was more than ready to get the makeup off, get the dress off and have a long shower then crawl into bed. All the stress of the night had melted away the moment the hotel door opened.

“I’m proud of you though, Hea. You work exceedingly hard, double that of the boys and yet you never wanted anything at the end of the day. You simply go with the flow and if it happens, it happens. But look at what happened tonight - your performance and two awards in your name.”

“Our name,” Grace corrected with a grin. “Our name, PD-nim. You, me and PDogg. We each get our own in three months.”

“Three months?” he asked, looking horrified. “Hang on, I need to make some calls.”

She guessed he hadn’t heard that part when they had gone backstage to do photos and they had taken the awards off them, explaining that these were simply props and they would receive the actual ones in the post in three months. 

Sejin sat down next to her and let out a large breath, running a hand over his face, through his hair and slipped his glasses off. “Wonder if they're doing room service right now?” he asked, wiping the corner of his eye.

“I could do with a big greasy burger with extra pickles and a cola,” Grace sighed. If there was going to be a cheat day, now would be it. 

Bang-PD came back just as room service was bringing in trays of burgers and fries and cola, complimentary from the hotel for what she had won tonight. “Perfect timing,” he said as he swiped his own burger and took a seat next to his artist and her manager. 

“So, want to hear some good news?”

Grace and Sejin turned to look at him, eyebrows raised with matching expressions as their mouths were taking a bite out of their burgers. It made Bang-PD laugh and he waved a hand, letting them carry on eating.

“I spoke to the Grammys, we can pick up the awards on the way to the airport. They are going to rush-order them as it were. Took a bit of talking but we did it and the President has been on the phone.”

“President of South Korea?” both Grace and Sejin asked.

“That one. He’s got the information of our flight tomorrow and we’re landing in Incheon around 5:30pm so he’s going to roll out the red carpet as it were. It’s going to be a big hero’s welcome - press, photos, a little bit of a speech, and the boys are going to be there. They're off but they’ve been asked to come in their military dress for the day.”

“Jin is going to hate that,” Grace laughed as she threw the extra pickles in her mouth. “So is Yoongi.”

“From what I’ve heard, they're planning their own celebration dinner for you, us, and their families. So be warned,” Bang-PD said as he reached over to wipe some sauce from her chin.

“You always look after me,” Grace grinned as she took a napkin and wiped at her chin anyway.

“You are his favourite after all,” Sejin mentioned. 

Their flight was leaving Los Angeles at 10:50am so everyone said their goodnights and went to bed. The next morning, it was a bit of a hurry to get the crew moving though Grace’s parents had opted to stay an extra day to avoid the chaos that would be awaiting them when they got home. 

The airport was chaotic anyway and they had managed to get to the first class lounge without much issue even though there were plenty of people with cameras and phones out. The Grammy Awards, which had arrived three hours ago as promised, were locked in a large briefcase which went on with Bang-PD and a bodyguard and had to have special clearance. 

For Grace, it was still a bit of a blur. She hadn’t fully processed what had happened and she hadn’t fully realised the magnitude of winning such an award was going to bring to her, the boys, the company and the country. 

BTS had always talked about how the goal was a Grammy and though they didn’t need one to know their success, it would have been nice to point at it and say ‘We won that.’ No one had ever talked about what winning one would actually mean in the grander sense of things - it opened the doors for other artists out of South Korea to put forward for an award. That anything was now possible thanks to Grace opening up that opportunity. 

When she settled in her seat and they had taken off, she had sent a message to the group chat with the boys, unsure if any of them would be awake or active with the time difference.

‘On the flight home - it’s a 14-hour flight so I’ll see you at whatever time that is.’

Unsurprisingly, it was Yoongi who answered.

‘We have to wear our military dress uniforms. I hate you so much.’

Grace grinned and took a screenshot of the moment when her name flashed up on the screen when she had won her first Grammy and sent it over with the message: ‘Not my fault I won.’

He sent back a grumpy looking selfie but Grace knew underneath all that he was happy and excited and proud.

They were an hour away from landing when Sejin came over to her seat.

“So this is roughly how it’s going to happen - everyone is going off the plane first and us last. And then we’re going through like we normally do but they’ve laid out a red carpet and they're going to have military personnel lining the carpet. When we get to the doors, it’s the usual cameras, photos, bow and wave. There’s going to be a small stage with Bang-PD and we’ll have one Grammy out so they can take photos, answer a few questions and then finish.”

“All this because of the Grammys,” Grace groaned and rubbed her eyes. “They're making it sound like I won every championship in every sport for South Korea. Rather than it just being a music award.”

“They did this when Son Heung-min won his Golden Boot and they did this when the Parasite director, Bong Jun Ho came home after winning an Emmy,” Sejin reminded her. 

“God help them when someone wins an award worth winning then,” Grace yawned as she stretched up her arms and started getting herself ready. 

Her make up artist did a quick job of covering any eye bags and making her presentable, brushing out her long hair that had been tied up in a messy bun for the flight. It felt too much for something so little.

But then Grace had always been good at downplaying anything. 

Even something as big as this. 

She felt the nerves twist when the last passenger was off as was the rest of the team, leaving only Sejin, Bang-PD and three bodyguards left on the plane with Grace. The pilot bowed at her when she passed and thanked her for her contributions, to which she bowed back and thanked him for keeping her safe. 

As predicted, there was a red carpet from where she stepped off the plane to the long hallway which would take her to arrivals. Her bags were already collected by the team that had got off before her. 

Letting out a deep breath, Grace glanced towards Bang-PD who winked at her and gave her a gentle push forward so she would be the first one out of the doors with two bodyguards flanking her. 

She bowed in thanks to those military personnel who lined the hallway for her and she could hear the noise the closer she got towards the doors though they had been closed and blocked off by military and police. 

The moment they parted and the doors opened, the noise became overwhelming. Screams from fans, from the general public to ARMY, to the press as they all tried to get a picture as she stood there, bowing in thanks.

A hand on her back from Sejin gently pushed her towards a stand that was put up with a podium with a microphone on it, the backdrop a mix of big names like HYBE, Big Hit Entertainment, the Blue House, Korea Air and the Grammys. There Bang-PD pulled out one of the Grammys and handed it to her and for the first time, she could feel the proper weight of it.

The prop had been lighter, for obvious reasons, but this felt heavy with its full metal and she could see her name engraved on the plaque at the bottom - both in Korean and English. 

Then the questions started.

Was she happy to be back home? 100%.

What did she think of her performance?  She was very happy with it and happy it went to plan, there were no hiccups. 

Did she wish the boys had been with her? Of course.

What did she think of the Grammys now she had won it?

The question made her pause and out of the corner of her eye, she could see her boys lined up at the side but at the back so they weren’t in the crowd. They were all watching but waved the moment she looked over. 

“It’s a grand prize for a lot of hard work that myself, Bang-PD and PDogg have put into this. But I still think I’m undeserving of this when I know for a fact that Bangtan Sonyeondan is more deserving of it as a group rather than me as a solo artist. However, I’m proud and I’m proud that I’ve opened the door for others and that this brings honour to my family and to my country that I’ve called home since I was a child.”

It seemed the appropriate response as the crowd cheered and she stepped back, handing the award to Bang-PD so he could answer his questions. 

She kept her eyes on the boys though. 

One lot of people pleasing to get through with photos and then she could be out of here, back at HYBE with her people and onto the next thing. 

She was out in record time with a police escort driving her from the airport to the company building, the Grammy briefcase now with her rather than Bang-PD who had gone to see the President of Korea himself. 

“Noona!”

That’s all she needed to hear.

Her arms were trapped to her side as Jungkook rushed over, now in a t-shirt and shorts, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close. Jimin and Taehyung soon followed, Hobi followed straight after that with excited yells and finally, they were joined by Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin. 

“Thank god,” she sighed and leaned all her weight on her muscle bunny who happily accepted it. It felt good to be home, it felt good to be with her boys again. There was no need for more words even as the seven talked around her, mentioning the press conference. 

“Hang on,” Grace laughed as she pulled away. “Let me go and wash my face and wake up. That was a long flight and I don’t even know what time it is.”

They pulled away enough for her to grab the briefcase and hand it over to Namjoon, who blinked rapidly at her. “You can deal with that,” she said and headed off to the bathroom, with Seokjin following.

“This is going to look really weird if someone comes in,” Grace grinned as she watched him glance at the door as it closed behind him. She splashed cold water on her face and scrubbed at the make-up, splashing more water on her face.

Seokjin handed over a towel and leaned against the radiator, shrugging. “I’m sure the boys are betting on what we’re actually doing but I just wanted to say hello and I’m proud of you.”

The make up was off which made her skin felt a hundred times better and it felt like she could breathe for once as she used the towel to dry away the droplets. When it was all done, she walked over to her boyfriend and rested her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I wished you had been with me,” she sighed.

“I know but your parents had a blast from the sounds of it and the night was meant to be about you and you only. Not me, not the rest of the guys, though wait till you hear the stories from when they were at mine - you’ll laugh your socks off,” he laughed and gave her a good squeeze, taking hold of her hand. “I’m very proud of you though.”

“Our time will come,” Grace nodded and smiled at the forehead kiss. “All eight of us.”

Her boyfriend dragged her back to the room where the rest of the boys were looking at the Grammy award, Namjoon holding one and Jimin holding the other.

“It doesn’t look like much, does it?” Taehyung mentioned. “All the prep, stress and everything else for something so small.”

“So what’s going to happen when they introduce us now? Is it going to be BTS with two time Grammy awarded singer, Grace Chu?” Yoongi asked, grinning over at his sister who glared at him and then gave him a good push on the other shoulder.

“Shut up. It doesn’t change anything, not for me anyway,” Grace sat down and shrugged. “If anything it’s more work because they’ll expect another album from me.”

“I’m going to say this now,” Namjoon started as he placed the award on the table. “We’re all very proud of you and we were watching with big smiles on our faces, though the outfit and dance moves need to be talked about. But regardless, she’s BTS. If anything, she’s become more important than me because everyone will want to see her more than us.”

Namjoon got a disgruntled look from his female member and he grinned in return. “Sorry noona, it’s time for you to step up to the plate now. I’ve done my job.”

“What job? I trained you, don’t forget,” Grace pointed out then pointed at each boy in return, especially Seokjin. “Don’t start getting all lackadaisical now. ARMY is waiting for us and you’ve all got months to go before some of you are back.”

“Yeah we need SK1,” Jungkook pointed out.

“Exactly,” Grace agreed. 

“Anyway,” Hobi clapped his hands as he stood, distracting Seokjin from trying to strangle the youngest. “Let’s go and celebrate! Noona deserves to be wined and dined. And then sleepover?”

“Yeah Jin-hyung has plenty of space,” Jimin agreed as he helped lock up the Grammy award. 

“I do?” the man in question asked just as Jungkook said, “Yeah he does. We can all sleep on the couch.”

Big Hit would later upload two photos from the boys to Grace - one with all of them together at the dinner, the Grammy Awards in the centre of the table and the second photo from Jungkook, taking a selfie with all of them fast asleep in the background. 

The perfect welcome home for the two-time award winning singer, Grace Chu. 

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts female member #bts fic #bts fanfiction

[lappel-du-vide83]

Also getting back to the manhwas train I finally read debut or die which was?? Not at all like I was expecting?? But anyways, here are just my reactions (often kinda random) but I hope you read through and can figure out what's going on while finding it funny!

Also don't ask me which chapter it starts at because brother in arms I don't know either

EUGENE IS SO FUNNY

[VTIC Cheongryeo sunbae-nim: Call me if you feel like dying ^^]

- LMFAOOOO what

didn’t know where this dogsh*t idea came from. Does his pituitary produce saliva instead of hormones? It was fortunate that he was the type to be impressed by trivial interpersonal relationships.

- woah what went straight for the jugular

I never thought that the situation where I cried for the first time in nearly 7 years would be live in front of a camera with 13,000 people.

- AND AIN'T AFRAID TO CRY

- OR TREAT HIS MAMA RIGHT

“You didn’t have a trashy attitude back then, Moondae. You just worked hard even though you were sick. Chungwoo hyung was worried too.”

- Oml

[We have to lose!]

- Bless cha Eugene's heart

-- HE'S SAYING IT IN ENG

Hey, that’s scary. I’m scared.’

- Behold the intelligence of mcs

The company’s internal network structure is derived from T1.’

- HOLY SHIT THIS GUY'S DEDUCTING SKILLS IS CRAZY

- Have you considered a career in

- Forensic?

He also gave very American advice.

- LMFAO

I cheered as I reviewed the ten-day seclusion plan.

- FR

- secluded for 10 days sounds like the DREAM

‘I am so f*cking uncomfortable with it, you bastard.’

- Leave the poor man alone 😭

-- Is this..?

-- THE KIDNAPPING???

(- WHAT

Why don’t you try to commit suicide?”

- CRAZY BASTARD

-- He is now the kidnapper

--- Kidnappee turn kidnapper

Because I beat the sh*t out of him.”

- Amen

It’s okay. I won.”

- HELL YEAH YOU DID

The fact that I was injured enough to go to the hospital was funnier.

- WHAT STOP

- HE COLLAPSED

- WTF

- PLS REST

--

HE'S ACTUALLY SO MANIPULATIVE

-- USING THE SKILL

-- SUBTLY CHANGING THEIR THOUGHTS IT'S CRAZY

---

DO YOU REALLY WANNA WORK THAT HARD

Arent you drinking too much

- ONG was not expecting this to actually be a problem

You look tired these days!”

- OMG HE _IS_ AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR

--

Oh no he got a SURPRISE BDAY PARTY

-- Woah so his actual one is 8 dec??

-- That's awfully close

---

WATCHING RED PANDAS IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM

--- SAUR CUTE

----

HIS GRANDMA IS AN OPP

---- I'M SORRY IT'S REALLY MEAN BUT GET IT TOGETHER GIRL

---- OMG CHA YUJIN INSISTING THAT HE STAY

---- URGHHH MY HEART

Self criticism should be done during spare time not when it's a nuisance

- I respect this man so much

like a brainless idiot

- STOP

- YOU ARE SMART

- AND AMAZING

- YOU JUST GIVE 200% AT THE WRONG TIMES

--

AW OMG HE CARES SO MUCH

-- BLESS RAEBIN

-- EVERYONE ACTUALLY

-- THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER SO MUCH

- - -

Woah wait so they're aiming for a Moondae is the the same person as bae sejin feel??

--- I am INVESTED in the mv lore

It doesn't matter if it was worse this time

- NO

- IT'S ALREADY SO BAD

- THE RECOIL SHOULD NOT GET WORSE

- THAT'S RIGHT SLEEP MORE

- JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE BACCHUAS DOESN MEAN YOU DONT NEED SLEEO

--

OH NO

-- THE ACCIDENT

-- STOP

-- ARGHHH

-- WILL YOU REST PLEASE

-- OH THANK FUCK

---

WAIT

--- NO

--- NONONONO

--- STOP

--- NOT ALLT HE WAY BACK

--- Daydream??

( how desparate he is)

- OH MY FUCKING GOD

- SHOULD I JUMP OFFF

- NO

- OMG

- NO

--

OMG THIS REALISATION is Tearing me APART

rapid prayers in spanish

- the angst here is killing me

--

THANK GOD FOR NECTAR

-- 18 DAY COMA

OMFG

-- CHA YUJIN IS SAUR CUTE

-- BRIBED HIM WITH TANGEIRNES

-- HE'S SORRY

-- HE IS FORGIVEN

-- CHA YUJIN KEEPING QUIET ABOUT VTIC

-- AND BLACKMAILING MOONDAE

-- SO ADORABLE

---

FUNDRAISING

--- He's actually so sweet

--- PLS EVERYONE WAS CRYING

"do you think I'm some kind of sociopath"

- SEJIN NO

- THEYRE FRIENDS <333

- PLEASE I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY

--

So the system is actively trying to help him??

---

TSRANDED ARC!!

--- Lights out :0

--- SAVE THE CHICKENS

--- The secret door is so ominous

--- Horror arc

--- OMG MOONDAE GOING wtf do I do??

--- SO REALL

--- WAS SO SCARED FOR A SECOND

----

THE MEETING

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- OMG

---- AHHHHHH

---- DID HE RUN AWAY???

---- I'M SO CONFUSED

---- BUT RGW IN THIS CONTEXT IS SO SWEET

HE TRIED TO COMMIT DEATH

- WHAT

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HUH

- IT ENDED LIKE THAT????

- No more abnormalities???

- WHAT

--

:OO A CONVO WITH OG PMD

Ah the need to be in control of every situation

- So valid

AND THEN MY TEXTS JUST END THERE SO...

anyways hope you had a laugh

And I really hope this fandom gets so much bigger than it is now :)

#debut or die #park moondae #thoughts #book review #reaction

[whitefoxgirl]

🦊Culture Shock🐰 A Jungkook Series Episode 4: Holidays/Traditions

Summary: Jungkook starts a podcast with his best friend who is a foreigner to discuss different topics they were shocked culturally about.

Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! I am sorry I didn’t upload last week. I was out getting a job! Manifesting that I get accepted and that everything I’m manifesting comes true!

Author's Note PS: If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you :)

Pairing: Jungkook x BFF!Reader (not dating, just two best friends)

Fandom: BTS

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cringy, full of crack moments.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

Word Count: 2.0k

Taglist:  @7ndipity; @yoongimentita7; @ancoraesisto; @lovemeforeternity, @hrtss4jk, @ellelabelle; @fullpaperperfection; @minpdrecs​

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[PODCAST INTRO/THEME]

🦊: *singing* Hi, it’s me again. I’m back!

Jungkook: *singing* Let’s talk ASAP. Do you have the time?

Both: Let’s talk!~

🦊: *giggles* WE’RE BACK!

Jungkook: We’re sorry we didn’t do last week’s podcast. We forgot to pre-record while I was in the States.

🦊: It was honestly my fault. I should have reminded Galletita.

Jungkook: This podcast is not under any agency or anything like that. We do everything ourselves. Just Y/N, our producer friend, and I. And we all kind of forgot *in between chuckles* about my schedule.

🦊: I got it from Sejin, besties!~ I’ll tell you know, he’s gonna go t-

Jungkook: Stop~

🦊: Okay okay~

Jungkook: Before we begin with our main topic, I would like to say that Y/N has been talking to me about a lot of different things like... *chuckles*

🦊: Doja cat situation, Lizzo lawsuit, Ariana Grande homewrecker, BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE~ Jujutsu Kaisen~

Jungkook: *scoffs* I would just like to say, that our takes on the celebrity area is pretty common.

🦊: Yeah, Namjoon-oppa and I generally have the sa-

Jungkook: Well... He just d-

🦊: *screams* AH!!!! LALALALALALA!! Don’t expose it!

Both: *laughs*

Jungkook: So, there are many different things, but Y/N asked that we talk a little bit about Jujutsu Kaisen.

🦊: This is an anime we both really enjoy.

Jungkook: For sure. We’re both anime geeks. So, I got Y/N into Jujutsu Kaisen, they didn’t want to see it, but then they saw it and-

🦊: I’m obsessed!~

Jungkook: They’re crazy over the characters.

🦊: Gege put his whole Gegussy on these characters

Jungkook: *laughs* *in between laughs* Gegussy~

🦊: But then! Ask me how anything works, like the techniques or anything like that.

Jungkook: How does Sukuna’s-

🦊: I have no fucking idea.

Jungkook: *laughs*

🦊: *in between chuckles* I’m just here to be on my “Seven” era.

Jungkook: *gasps* *laughs away from the mic*

🦊: Explicit version. Moanday, Tongueday, Wetday, Thristday, Freakday, Sexday, Suckday, seven days a week.

Jungkook: *sighs smiling* *in between chuckles* WHY?!~

🦊: What do you meAN WHY?! Gojo has been everything since season 1. Same with Shoko with her eyebags~ But now they’re animating the man that I have been OBSESSED with since Gege put him on paper... *long pause* ... Toji Fushiguro.

Jungkook: *smacks his lips* *groans* Oh my god~

🦊: I’m obsessed with him! The fact that-

Jungkook: You gotta stop~

🦊: Shh! The fact that he’s voiced by Dio?!~ *squeals then giggles*

Jungkook: I love that voice actor. Dio from Jojo is-

🦊: Everything.

Jungkook: A menace

🦊: I can fix him.

Jungkook: *scoffs* Stop

🦊: He can make a single parent

Jungkook: Oh my god!

🦊: Seven days a week?

Jungkook: *snickers*

🦊: Wait, who’s your favorite?

Jungkook: Maki.

🦊: *gasps* I LOVE MAKI! She’s so badass. I... Okay, I love all of them. I’m obsessed with Choso, Sukuna, Nanami~

Jungkook: Nanami looks 45~

🦊: Does IT LOOK~ Like I care?~ I love him~

Jungkook: What abot Inumaki?

🦊: Okay, the underaged characters are, you know... Off-limits to me, because they’re children~ But I like a man like Inumaki.

Jungkook: A person with few words?

🦊: Yeah. Or like Yuta.

Jungkook: Wait, why Yuta?

🦊: Are you kidding me? He’s loyal~ He’s depressed~

Jungkook: *laughs*

🦊: He’s attentive~ A green flag~

Jungkook: That’s why you like *bleep*?

Both: *gasps*

Jungkook: Imsosorry! We can bleep it out.

🦊: Yeah yeah yeah! Daehyun, please don’t forget~

🦊: But let’s get serious! Our topic today is~

Both: Holidays~

Jungkook: So of course, Y/N is from one side of the world and I’m from another~

🦊: Yeah, strangely enough though!~ We~ were both colonized.

Jungkook: *gasps* True~

🦊: That opened your third eye?

Jungkook: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* No.

🦊: *giggles* 

Jungkook: I wasn’t culturally shocked by American holidays, like explicitly American, think Fourth of July, thanksgiving, memorial day, stuff like that.

🦊: Mhm~

Jungkook: The one that did shock me was “Black Friday”.

🦊: Oh~

Jungkook: Y/N actually took me to celebrate that day, we were at Walmart and it was like... A zombie movie.

🦊: *snickers* Yes~

Jungkook: It was crazy~

🦊: And I would just like to say, we only went because he was curious and I hadn’t been to one... EVER!

Jungkook: I had an amazing deal on electronics. 

🦊: He had to fight a Karen.

Jungkook: Which! She saw me, just my face, approached me grabbed the speaker. Then she saw my muscles and stuff and she just gave it to me.

🦊: For context. He was wearing a tight black shirt and gray joggers. He looked HOT~

Jungkook: Thank you~

🦊: *deadpan/trying not to laugh* That’s the only compliment you’ll get today.

Jungkook: Mmmmhm~

🦊: *giggles*

Jungkook: There are a lot of Latin celebrations that we did.

🦊: We have traveled a lot.

Jungkook: We have~ I think that’s why... Um~ Your, not really, one-sided love thinks we might be something.

🦊: Ew... For real?

Jungkook: *sarcastically* No... For fake... YES, FOR REAL!

🦊: Ew... I don’t wanna date you!

Jungkook: I don’t wanna date you either!

🦊: ANYWAYS!

Jungkook: Anyways, we celebrated a lot of Latin celebrations. Like different independence days, race days, and flags days.

🦊: When we went to Mexico we did the “Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe” and w-

Jungkook: We wanted to see the Lady of Guadalupe so badly, but she never appeared.

🦊: Nope~

Jungkook: We also went to Bolivia in August for the “Feast of the Virgen de Urkupiña”, “Feast of Our Lady Altagracia” in the Dominican Republic in January.

🦊: The one that took the longest was the “Fiestas Patronales” in Puerto Rico.

Jungkook: Oh yeah! They start in August but end around January or February.

🦊: We did this one when there were no schedules for him or any of the BTS members. 

Jungkook: It was fun to experience traveling from town to town. All 78 of them.

🦊: And I would like to clarify that it’s not just one day per town. It’s a weekend-

Jungkook: Or maybe a whole week...

🦊: Of just carnival rides, street food, and music.

Jungkook: It was really fun. We skipped the ones that had the same performers. 

🦊: Was that shocking to you?

Jungkook: Oh! For sure!~ It was very beautiful the idea of 78 towns coming together to schedule festivals. The festival ended in one town and then it continued in another. 

🦊: I think these moments are important to realize that “culture shock” can be bad and horrible but also beautiful and fun. 

Jungkook: Exactly. I think it’s fun that we like each other’s culture and can make each other see what we grew up with and understand each other more because of that.

🦊: Aw... You’re such a softie~

Jungkook: You too.

🦊: *long pause* You’re the most amazing friend ever... *sighs softly* I’m glad and I appreciate that you take your time off your schedule to come to my country and see what it was like for me growing up and we can make fun of things together.

Jungkook: Me too... I couldn’t have picked a better friend...

🦊: Aw!~ I would hug you but the mics are on the way.

Jungkook: Yeah, no, don’t hug me. I’m meeting someone later. 

🦊: *chuckles*

Jungkook: One culture shock that I really liked was the “Noche de San Juan”. 

🦊: Oh! I loved the “Noche de San Juan”

Jungkook: Basically it’s a day that happens every 23rd of June, around the summer solstice and it’s to celebrate the taino new year.

🦊: Oh! He said it correctly~

Jungkook: Hey! Bad Bunny taught me how to say “taino”.

🦊: *chuckles* Okay! Okay! It’s one of the longest days, but at night it’s very magical.

Jungkook: Oh yeah!~

🦊: So, what we do is that at midnight we do a backflip-

Jungkook: Or swim backward!

🦊: And it’s supposed to represent letting go of bad things and welcoming new things.

Jungkook: Wait... That’s why you swam forward and told me to swim forward too?

🦊: Yep!

Jungkook: Oooooh!~

🦊: And something that I added was wishing for things. Or, even manifest things.

Jungkook: And honestly? It works!

🦊: Really?!

Jungkook: Yeah, I wished to be no.1 on billboard and it came true

🦊: Oh! *scoffs* We knew that was gonna happen~

Jungkook: *sighs* I know bu-

🦊: You trust ARMY too much but you couldn’t trust them with this?~

Jungkook: It’s not that~ I wanted to impress ARMY and the world~

🦊: And you did~

Jungkook: Thanks to the wish~

🦊: *snickers then chuckles* Okay~

Jungkook: What was your culture shock?~

🦊: The festivals too.

Jungkook: Okay bu-

🦊: They’re different~

Jungkook: Exactly. We don’t have carnivals rides~

🦊: Yeah~

Jungkook: But also, when we did chuseok.

🦊: *gasps* Oh yeah! I didn’t expect your parents to be a bit disappointed when I didn’t bring spam.

Jungkook: Spam IS very important. 

🦊: I didn’t expect spam to be THAT important~

🦊 : I made mandu, which is Korean dumplings, but his parents already made some~

Jungkook: They loved it!~

🦊: I know, but they just wanted some spam~

Jungkook: *chuckles* 

🦊: We did the 설날 festival. I wore this awesome hanbok an-

Jungkook: And I also wore a hanbok.

🦊: I did 세배 to your parents~ And it was lovely~

Jungkook: If you guys don’t know, it’s when you bow deeply to your elders and wish them a happy new year. 

🦊: And they gave me 세배돈, which I took which was a little shame because I did not expect money to be given to me because I wished my elders a happy new year and bowed.

Jungkook: It was beautiful. Y/N’s hanbok was great.

🦊: We ate 떡국~ 전~ 잡채~

Jungkook: It was awesome~

🦊: It was delicious~

Jungkook: And don’t worry guys~ I did bring spam!

🦊: I would just like to say, we’re already four episodes in, and I would just like to take the time to congratulate Jungkook on his solo endeavors. He has worked so hard you guys and... *sighs/trying not to try*

Jungkook: 울어?

🦊: *with a shaky voice* 당연히 울어! You work so hard~ And to see it blossom~ *sniffles* It’s been awesome. And the podcast is taking off too! And without any sponsors or anything. We really did this from the ground up.

Jungkook: Aw... I would just like to congratulate you too. You got 100% on the TOPIK test. You got a job ON YOUR OWN at Hybe? You’re doing amazing too.

🦊: *smacks lips* I hate you~ 

Jungkook: I hate you too~

🦊: I still beat you at Mario Kart.

Jungkook: And I beat you at Overwatch.

🦊: You’re the bestest friend EVER~

Jungkook: You’re the awesomest friend EVER~

🦊: If I ever marry... You know who~ You’re my best man~

Jungkook: *hums* I’m pretty sure he’ll ask me~

🦊: Oh my god~ Why are we like this today~

Jungkook: We just haven’t seen each other in a while... I missed my best friend. It’s not the same having a burping contest with Sejin...

🦊: Oh my god... He’s the WORST burper...

Jungkook: Very girly too...

🦊: Let’s not shame him. He’s handsome.

Jungkook: Not by his burps.

🦊: Did you also cook with him?

Jungkook: I tried but he’s so busy with my schedule.

🦊: Bendito... You know, I missed you too... It wasn’t the same to play Mario Kart with Taehyung. He already experienced the DLC so I didn’t have a fair shot.

Jungkook: Aw... Well... I’m back now...

Jungkook: Thank you guys so much for listening to the podcast.

🦊: Thank you for supporting the podcast and for all your comments.

Jungkook: And if you guys have any topics that you would like us to talk about, you guys can comment on them below!

🦊: Nos vemos la proxima vez. 

Jungkook: 여러분~ 다음에 봐요! I have to console this one~

🦊: *squeals then giggles* Ay ya~ No seas estupido~

Jungkook: I’m sorry~ *mic bumps* Let me hug you~

🦊: No no!~ *giggles* Stop~ You have a meeting~

Jungkook: You’re my best friend! I can’t let you be sad over this!

Both: 안녕히 게세요~ 

#bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts series #bts jungkook #bts #jeon jeongkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenarios #jungkook crack #jungkook x reader #bangtan #bangtan boys scenarios #bangtan boys #bangtan boys imagine #jung jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x oc #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #bts x oc #bts x y/n #bts x gender neutral reader #bts jungguk #bts jung jungkook

[sickonthedancefloor]

Boy in Syncope

Sickie: Hoseok Caretaker:  Namjoon (primarily) Content: fainting, fever, hospitals.

Hoseok faints during the filming of Boy in Luv.

"Was it because of overworking or did you catch a cold? Or did you just want to rest?" - Mnet interview, February 2014

This was just sitting in the drafts, and I found it while searching for a different one. Happy Holidays, everyone!

The boys had been buzzing with excitement since they woke up that morning in the dorm. Hoseok had, unsurprisingly, woken up second only to Seokjin, and the two happily shared a moment over tea as they waited for their manager to bring them breakfast. It was going to be another long day of filming, but they had been rehearsing nonstop for the past few weeks. Hoseok felt good about practice; they were going to do great.

After helping wake up the rest of the boys, they crammed into the bathroom in groups as they rushed to brush their teeth and wash faces and change. The typical days in the Bangtan household when they were grabbing things for a shoot were just consistent noise and jokes, barely even silent when they shoved food in their faces.

"You sure you're not going to finish your rice, Hoseok-hyung?" Jungkook asked as his hand gently wrapped around the small bowl.

"Aish, you food thief! Just take it." Hoseok made a stabbing motion with his chopsticks, slow enough that Jungkook managed to pull his hand and the rice bowl away before the utensils hit the table below. Carbs weren't bad, but they made Hoseok feel heavy on their mass dancing days. He just shoved a piece of pork belly into his mouth and chewed quickly before washing it down with soup.

"Twenty minutes then we've gotta head out!" Sejin called to them from his seat in the entrance way. "Make sure you all eat something!"

He honestly didn't have to tell them twice. Shouting of missing socks and passing shoes, grabbing any last-minute needed items, a missing pair of headphones, water, and Sejin had the gang out right on time. Everything seemed to become a whirlwind from there. They had their choreographer there for any last minute reminders, but Hoseok was also there to make sure everyone remembered. The setting of Boy In Luv's music video had been a school, with most of the dancing taking place in the classroom. The company had rented a school set for the first day of filming, and they were nothing but laughs. Honestly, filming wasn’t as tough, they were extremely prepared. For their first major comeback, they had gone all out with preparations. Long nights of practicing and rehearsals and finetuning, but it would be worth it.

Hours had passed before they knew it. Downtime for set-changes and makeup touchups had been spent playing around for the cameras or checking the footage. Hoseok had been bouncing between goofing with Taehyung and Jungkook, and talking with the choreographer and the camera staff. For some reason, things felt almost… airy.

“Hoseok-ah?” one of the makeup noonas called to him.

He’d been staring at the monitor as the choreographer checked the captured footage again, and although he was also examining it… did he almost space out? The young woman brought him back to earth, and the ground almost felt shaky as he turned to face her. She took a sheet of oil blotting paper out and pressed it against his forehead.

“You’re sweating a little, let me touch you up real fast before next take.”

He found himself smiling, closing his eyes a little as she gently pressed powder on his forehead. The noonas were nice, Hoseok liked their staff. He waited as she swept a brush over his nose and checked his cheeks, blotting out a few oily spots with rice paper. Hoseok always got sweaty if they rehearsed too hard or if it was too warm, but he was actually a little chilled in the room. When she finished, she smiled up at him. “All done.”

The director on set at that moment called out to them, one more take from the middle chorus. The footage looked good, but the producing staff wanted a different angle. Which meant one more time. The team moved back to the front of the classroom and arranged themselves, and Hoseok suddenly felt his footing leave him. He bumped right into Jimin, and both boys laughed it off.

“Okay, ready?” They nodded.

“Dul, set!”

~~~

Namjoon wasn't exactly sure what happened. One moment, they'd been dancing while the camera followed them, and the next, the staff was stopping them due to a syncing error. Hoseok had stepped out of place, which was already bizarre given their dance captain was a stickler for details. Nerves, Namjoon had been willing to dismiss it--but as he'd turned his head, he caught sight of Hoseok’s eyes rolling to the back of his skull, and the dancer crumpled almost immediately. His body hit the ground hard.

"Hoseok-ah!"

"Hoseok-hyung!"

"Seok-hyung!"

Son Sung Deuk, their choreographer, was quick to move to their aid, pushing Hoseok onto his back. "Don't crowd him."

Namjoon just stared at his fellow 94-liner, whose face had gone white as a sheet, and he felt terrified. Namjoon and Hoseok had been through a lot together as friends. They were some of BigHit's earliest trainees, and they were two of the first three in the group. They had been roommates and friends for nearly five years now, and they'd already seen each other's good and bad sides. They’d been there for each other’s first worst drunken nights, overworked injuries, seasonal illnesses… But one side Namjoon had never seen was a nearly-lifeless Hoseok looking so ashen. Hoseok had often overworked himself dancing, but not to the brink of collapse, not like this... He wasn't sure what he could do, if there was anything he could.

Faintly, Namjoon could feel a small hand grip onto his arm, and he looked down to realize it was Jimin, whose eyes were wet and worried. Namjoon automatically wrapped an arm around the younger one's shoulders and held him close, a gesture of comfort, but he had to honestly wonder if this was to comfort himself as well.

Sung Deuk felt for Hoseok's pulse, then placed a hand on his forehead to check for a fever. Hoseok, albeit unconscious, was breathing a little too hard for their liking, almost struggling with the strain of trying to keep air going, and the older man began to fan Hoseok with his hand. One of the makeup noonas rushed over with an electric fan and took over trying to cool him down.

"Hoseok-ah, wake up! Come on, kid!" His hand shook Hoseok's shoulder gently, then pat his cheek.

The boys held their breath, waiting for a response. Another staffer hurried over, bringing with her an ice pack which she pressed against his neck. A third behind them, Namjoon noticed, had an AED kit--just in case, it seemed. Namjoon’s blood ran cold—if they needed a defibrillator…

At first touch of the cold pack, Hoseok's head lulled to the side from Sung Deuk's motions, but soon he grimaced, a hand slowly moving to his head. He opened his eyes, but quickly shut them at the light.

"Hobi-hyung!" Jimin and Jungkook both squeaked out.

"Nn... what happened?" Hoseok mumbled, voice slurred in confusion. " 'm not... the dorms."

They all sighed in relief. There was some realization there, that was a good sign. Sung Deuk smiled, patting his hair carefully. "You fainted, kid. Just take a deep breath for me, we're gonna get you some help."

Hoseok frowned, his lips forming the so familiar pouting siot letter even while disoriented and confused. Although his eyes were closed, Namjoon could tell he seemed ready to cry. "It's okay, Hope-ah," he tried to encourage. His voice was trembling. He swallowed it back, for his friend’s sake. "They're gonna take care of you."

"Joon-ah...?" Hoseok asked softly. His hand in his hair balled into a loose fist, and Sung Deuk gently peeled his fingers back and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze in his own.

"Yeah. I'm here, we're all here," Namjoon answered him. Reaching a hand over he smoothed back Hoseok’s hair. His hand stroked his cheek gently, and his older friend seemed to melt under the touch. His face began to relax, turning his cheek towards the touch. It seemed to be soothing, and he was glad that even though he wasn’t sure what caused the sudden ailment, at least it was easing his pain.

The staffer with the ice pack just moved it around as she spoke with Sung Deuk in hushed tones, and the two decided to move him from the floor. “Hoseok-ah,” Sung Deuk called softly, “let’s try to sit up, okay? Joon-ah.”

Namjoon nodded, shifting a little closer. As Sung Deuk pulled Hoseok’s arm, Namjoon moved behind him to help hold him up—and Hoseok’s eyes rolled in the back of his skull again. His body felt almost too heavy as he immediately fell back on Namjoon, and for a moment Sung Deuk watched him carefully. Namjoon was absolutely horrified, holding Hoseok in his arms as if he’d break if he let go.

“What happened?” he could hear Jin asking behind them.

“I think his blood pressure dropped.” Sung Deuk sighed as the realization hit him. He’d seen this in some performers before, especially some of the hardest working trainees. “He probably overdid it and didn’t realize… We’re going to take him to the hospital.”

As Sejin hurried over, Sung Deuk reached to pull Hoseok from Namjoon, but the tall rapper was too concerned to let his buddy go. Their choreographer had to smile, and he reached a hand for Namjoon’s shoulder. “Let us carry him to the car, okay?”

Hoseok stirred at that moment, head falling to Namjoon’s shoulder. With that, Namjoon sighed, nodding. He uncurled his hands and, with Jin’s help, the three of them got Hoseok onto Sejin’s back. Sejin quickly walked with him out of the classroom, the other boys hurrying after him. It was only once they made it to the van did they turn to the group for a headcount. Teary eyes, worried faces…

“Only one of you. He’s going to be just fine, but I don’t need all six of you worrying in the waiting room,” Sejin said to the group.

It was unanimous, and with a gentle shove from Jimin who’d been clinging to his sleeve, Namjoon stepped forward. “I’ll go,” declared their leader.

With a nod, Sejin wasted no time in turning back to help Hoseok into the car. He’d come to once more, and despite being a little disoriented, was coordinated enough to climb into the van and sit on his own. Sejin moved to the front to the driver’s seat and Namjoon crawled in on the other side, but it was then that the Hoseok could see the worried faces of his band members. He seemed confused, but despite the grimace that seemed to take residence on his face, he put on a bright smile for the boys.

“I’m okay, it’s okay,” he told them softly.

“H-hyung,” Jungkook squeaked, before more tears began to fall from his cheeks. Jin pulled him close to his chest. Before they could get too emotional, Sung Deuk buckled Hoseok in and pat his shoulder. “See you soon.”

“Ah… yeah.” Hoseok gave him a shaky thumbs up. And with that, Sung Deuk closed the car door. From there, they decided to call a break for the rest of them. Missing two of them, there wasn’t much else they could do, and the boys they knew would be too worried for their fallen comrade to focus, so their filming staff didn’t make them. With their choreographer leading them back into the classroom area, they went for snacks and drinks, and the staff made sure to check on each of the boys to make sure they were physically feeling okay and staying hydrated. They couldn’t have another one falling apart on them.

~~~

The hospital had gotten to Hoseok quickly. Hoseok managed to stand on his own alright when the driver pulled the car to the front, but he looked pale and weak as Namjoon held his arm. They opted to set him in a wheelchair to lead him in, concerned about his double fainting spells, and the nurse led them to a private room in the back. A brief checking of his vitals showed no illness, but definite signs of overexertion. Preliminary scans showed no concussion, but he was dehydrated enough that the staff had attached him to an IV almost immediately.

Only a few minutes into the bag and color already began to return to Hoseok’s face. Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Hoseok and noticed his friend’s demeanor already perking up a little from the cot he lay on. He still looked tired, but not as pallid, and definitely seemed more aware of everything going on in the hospital. With a sigh of relief, once the doctor left, Namjoon just smacked his arm.

“Don’t scare us like that anymore, Seok-ah!”

Hoseok grinned, looking exhausted but still amused. “I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry, I ruined the shoot.”

“You didn’t ruin the shoot. Sejin-nim said we can always go back.”

Sejin, sitting in the corner, nodded as he typed away on his phone. “We can have the studio for another day. If you’re feeling better tomorrow, Hoseok-ssi, we can try again tomorrow.”

With that, Hoseok’s smile fell and he shook his head. “No, let’s try tonight. I’ll be okay.”

Sejin and Namjoon both frowned at that.

“No way, Seok-ah.”

“Yes way, Joon-ah.”

Both of them frowned at one another, until someone cleared their throat from the doorway. At the sight of the doctor, Namjoon bowed slightly and stepped back. “Doctor, he’s going to need to rest for the day after this, won’t he?”

“I’m feeling better,” Hoseok answered instead.

The doctor chuckled as he walked over. “I know you’re eager to get back, Hoseok-ssi, but we just need to make sure this won’t happen a second time.” He moved over to check Hoseok’s vitals again, pleased to know he didn’t develop a fever. He already ran warmer than normal, but his temperature hovered right at 99F. His pulse seemed back to normal too, which had him smiling. Hoseok watched the check, eyes more aware. “Well… You are stable as he is right now. What I want to do is at least get your blood sugar up, see if that will help as well.” With that, he reached into the pocket of his white coat and handed Hoseok a package of salted crackers and a granola bar. “Eat these.”

Hoseok looked at the snacks and grinned. “Thank you, Doctor!”

The doctor pat his shoulder and left the room, and Namjoon sighed, reaching over to open the cracker pack. “So you just needed water and snacks? Jeez, Hoseok-ah, next time eat the rice at breakfast!”

Laughing, Hoseok shoved Namjoon’s hand back and bit into the granola bar. Not deterred, Namjoon opened the pack anyway and stole a cracker. Hoseok just snacked lazily as Namjoon pulled out his phone and called Yoongi’s cell, amused when it was quickly on speakerphone. After reassuring them that everything was fine, they merely chatted for a few extra minutes as background noise, about their game plan. They still had to wait for the doctor’s clearance for Hoseok to leave, but they couldn’t make any rash decisions yet. The boys knew that. They were just relieved to hear Hoseok awake, laughing along with another terrible joke from Jin.

The doctor returned half an hour later, and after confirming Hoseok’s vitals were still looking good, he gave them the clearance to leave. He heavily recommended they take him home to get some rest and a proper meal later, and orders to return if systems persisted. But they were free to go.

“Guess it was just a fluke,” Namjoon said, ruffling his friend’s hair.

Hoseok swatted his hand away, but looked at Sejin the moment the doctor left the room. Sejin grabbed Hoseok’s uniform jacket and turned to look at him, but the young dancer reached up for it. “We were almost done with filming, right?”

Sejin nodded. “Just the last rose scene with the actress, and the second set before tomorrow’s film change.”

Looking up at him, Hoseok nodded. “Can we go back?”

That had the manager pausing, staring as if he didn’t hear the young man before him. But given Hoseok’s determined look… despite overworking himself to the brink, Hoseok was still ready to give it his all.

Namjoon and Sejin exchanged glances. And Namjoon turned back to his friend. “Hobi—”

“No, let’s go back,” Hoseok interrupted him. “I’m okay, I can finish the dance.”

“But Hobi, you just—”

“And I feel better now. I don’t want to set us farther back.”

Sejin sighed. “It won’t set us back. We can just book the set again; we have time through editing.”

But Namjoon could see the determination in Hoseok’s eyes. When his friend became this driven, it was very hard to say no to him. Namjoon just slumped in the chair, closing his eyes. “Take a nap, Hob-ah. If you’re still doing okay when we get there, we’ll see what Sung Deuk-nim says when we get there.”

That was as close to ‘yes’ as possible. Hoseok grinned and just leaned against Namjoon, eyes closing as he felt Namjoon’s arm drape over his shoulders. Despite his best attempt, he did doze right on his leader’s shoulders. Namjoon waited until he heard Hoseok’s little sleeping sniffle before he opened his eyes, making brief contact with Sejin from the front seat.

“He’s not going to take no for an answer even when we get back, is he,” Sejin sighed.

Namjoon nodded. “He barely listens to me on a good day about rest. But if we work through the evening…”

“I’m sure we can clear your schedules for tomorrow.” Sejin smiled, immediately opening a text message. Namjoon smiled; Sejin kept his promises, he’d make it work out.

~~~

“Pleeeease?” Hoseok begged. He was a lot more chipper when they arrived, apparently feeling loads better after the car’s power nap. The commute wasn’t a far distance, but the traffic getting back in midday Seoul rush-hour took nearly an hour. It was enough time for Hoseok and Namjoon to both catch power naps, but while Namjoon still seemed to be waking himself up, Hoseok was bright-eyed and energetic. Perhaps some of it was an act, anything to convince their choreographer to continue, perhaps it was just to convince himself.

Their choreographer sighed, giving him another once-over. He’d already briefed the others that their dance leader wanted to continue and had pushed them back to the stylists for refreshing their makeup to play it safe. They only had a few scenes left, having finished with their female co-star before Hoseok’s earlier collapse. It would be intense, primarily dancing, but Hoseok’s determination shown too brightly to be ignored.

And he was a softie. He caved immediately.

“Go revisit the stylist-noonas. Joon, you too, your hair’s flattening. We’ll resume in 30 minutes.”

Hoseok cheered aloud. His enthusiasm was infectious, the three maknae joining in on his cheers as he nearly skipped over to the stylist’s room. Jin just looked to Namjoon, who had paused to shrug off his hoodie.

“Are you sure he’s okay?” Jin asked.

“Of course not,” Namjoon grunted back. He just sighed heavily. “But he’s not going to listen to me. We’re just going to have to watch out for him. The doctor said he was okay to leave, so Hob-ah says it was just a fluke.” The two shared worried glances with Yoongi, who’d come over after fixing his shoes.

Yoongi just shook his head. As their second eldest and a great reader of people, they both silently asked for his input. Yoongi thought on it for a moment, then shrugged. “You said Sejin-nim’s clearing our schedule tomorrow, right? It’s worth letting Hobi tire himself out with a job well done. He’ll be stressed out if we don’t let him try, and then we’ll all have to wake up early tomorrow.”

That was true… they’d probably have to continue early, which wouldn’t help any of them. It wasn’t like they had healthy rest schedules, being a rookie group anyway, but if they were getting a clear schedule over pushing through one evening, it was worth trying.

They heard loud laughter coming from the stylist room, and could immediately tell it was Hoseok’s.

“That does it, then.” Jin sighed, pushing Namjoon’s shoulder. “Go on and get your curly chicken feather fixed.”

“It doesn’t look like a chicken feather, hyung!” Namjoon complained, but he hurried over to get his hair fixed as Jin gathered the maknae back over. They were in for a long evening.

~~~

It wasn’t as long as they’d thought, surprisingly enough. The seven boys gathered around the monitor behind their choreographer while he replayed their last clip of footage. It was clean, insanely clean. Their best take yet! And with that, the cinematographer clapped his hands and dismissed them for the day. With a loud cheer, the group bowed to the staff before they were lined up to film the end of the shooting sketch. Excited to be done, Yoongi went for the camera first, hamming it up with Taehyung. Namjoon glanced over at Hoseok, who looked tired but proud, glad they’d finally finished the filming and wouldn’t need to push anything further. With one final cocky phrase to the camera, Hoseok did his best to look smug, but he hurried off as dots began to swim in his vision again. As the camerawoman moved to film Jungkook and Jimin next, Hoseok found the closest seat and dropped down, sighing.

Namjoon and Yoongi just fanned him with their hands. With a thumbs up from Sejin, Namjoon reached over to ruffle his friend’s hair.

“Come on, Seok-ah, let’s go home.”

And the relieved but bright smile on Hoseok’s face was the best thing the other two rappers had seen all day. Tomorrow was a well-deserved day off.

#whit writes #sick!hoseok #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!sejin #bts sickfic #!fever #!fainting

[dramadaisies]

I’m very confused as to why sejin thinks that a ‘perfunctory’ marriage with taekyung would lead to any sex, let alone enough to produce multiple pregnancies???

#dramatalk #milawatchesthereal #the real has come #kbs the real has come #even in sageuks #most princes and kings #won't sleep with their wives #if they don't like them #so why would a guy in 2023 #??? #weird #idk if she thought this one through

[maplecornia]

chapter 74

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𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: bts x female!reader

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Everyone’s shouting. 

The doctors bark orders, the producers of the show fight with Sejin, and the staff members are milling about, calling for assistance. It's loud, overwhelming, full of noise, and makes the pain worse. But if he were being completely honest, Jimin can hardly make any sense amongst all the noise for the roar in his ears drowns everything out. 

His mind is scattered, the details blurring together as his vision fades in and out from the blinding pain. He bites his bottom lip so hard as the doctor tries his best to bandage his foot carefully, that he can taste the iron of his blood when his teeth puncture through his flesh. Perhaps this new wave of pain should distract him from the swimming world before him, but all it does is add to the chaos, the fear, the adrenaline, and his never-ending deprecation. 

He knew, he just knew that he should've practiced that transition better. He already knew the choreo for his duet by heart, it was this move he needed to focus on. They were waiting for him, they trusted him to be his best, to be as perfect as he had always been. And he had failed them, he had destroyed that expectation just as quickly as it had been formed. The performance was ruined, he was ruined, and now everything is falling apart. He should have known better, he should have done better, he should have...

Should have. 

That's right, there's no use focusing on the past. Dwelling on something that he cannot go back and change is pointless, useless. Right now, he has to deal with what is right in front of him. And as his eyes catch Yen's worried ones by the door, a sudden wave of hopelessness attacks his heart. 

What are we going to do?

“We have to decide fast, the producer said they can only give us ten minutes of spare time,” Namjoon murmurs under his breath as Sejin breaks from the group and guides the producers outside the already crowded room. 

It's not hard to tell that Namjoon is worried, and the talk with the producers hasn't helped his mood in the slightest. His brow creases as he watches the doctor work, eyes lost in some distant corner of his mind as they darken in apprehension. 

“What are we supposed to do?" Jungkook throws his hands in the air in his exasperation. Everything has become too heavy and suffocating, so much so that the tension that grows by the second starts to slowly break each and every one of them at the seams. "Jimin can’t dance on that ankle, and that’s the whole point of Yen’s performance!” 

This isn’t the same as getting injured at a concert, it’s not the same as having a sore throat or their voice cracking at a pivotal part in a performance. This isn’t a mistake that is so easily remedied, for this doesn’t affect only them, it affects Yen as well.

“Jungkook, calm down, we cannot afford to let our emotions get the better of us,” Hoseok says in hushed tones as he takes Jungkook's arm in his hold. 

One glance at his calm eyes and Jungkook realizes his panic is only making matters worse. He goes quiet, his inner turmoil now being channeled through the fire in his eyes, tense shoulders and tight fists. Hoseok can’t exactly blame him, however, for he feels the same way. 

Forget the expectations and forget their long awaited return. Forget the fact that they let their audience down today, forget that they’ve pushed themselves too hard, forget that they should've known better. 

If they fail, then Yen fails as well. She loses the chance she’s worked so hard for.

Hoseok refuses to let that happen. 

Jimin hisses in pain as the doctor sets his ankle on an ice pack to numb it slightly before setting it in a splint. The small yet clear sound silences the room almost instantly, and Namjoon swallows hard. 

“Dr. Kum…”

“I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again Namjoon, he won’t be able to dance on this." Though his vexation is clear in his eyes, his hands are steady as they gently roll Jimin's ankle on the ice, pressing it consistently to test the pressure of what Jimin can withstand. He fixes Namjoon with a sharp glare as he continues. "If he does, you're looking at a permanent injury, and last I checked we don’t want that.” 

At Namjoon's silence, you realize the full gravity of the situation, as does Jimin. When he looks at you it almost breaks you apart, for you know no one blames him more than he does himself. You can see it in his eyes, a broken plea for circumstances to somehow change, for a chance to go back so that he wouldn't have to let you down again. 

You wish you could speak, tell him that it's alright and it wasn't his fault, but the hysteria has constricted your lungs so tightly that it takes all you have to just to remember how to breathe. You hold your arms tightly around your body, sinking your nails deep into your flesh so that you don't crack open like before. Jaejin can feel the tension and presses his hand against the small of your back to reassure you that he's there, but it's not enough. 

It's never enough. 

“Is there anyone else who knows the choreo?” 

At the sound of his voice, everyone in the room turns to the entrance to see BangPD and Park Jiwon standing there. Their presence is almost ominous and adds to the pressure that continues to rise in the room, but it's different this time. Somehow, something in their eyes provides a form of unity, of tranquility, and you find that it's somewhat eased your worry. 

“Come on guys, I need you to think. If someone else knows Jimin’s choreo, he may be able to swap and change his stage to a vocal one. I am aware it is not ideal, but it is our only option on such borrowed time.” 

At the proposed solution, the room comes alive again, a taste of hope breaking through the otherwise impotent situation. 

“Well, I do. I choreographed it after all.” Hoseok speaks up, but before anyone can humor the idea, Yoongi is already shaking his head at the notion. 

“But you can’t perform it, Hoseok. Your stage is first up, and Jimin’s is right after yours." He stares at Jimin with harsh, calculating eyes, and Jimin can't help but shiver beneath the severity. "Jimin won’t be able to recover enough to perform in your place. Plus, you wouldn’t be able to change into a costume in that limited amount of time.”

“Not to mention the fact that your stage is dance-heavy, and Jimin won’t be able to do your rap without practice,” Jin mutters matter-of-factly as he runs his hands through his hair. 

“Your stage also has a smooth transition into Jimin's, so it just wouldn’t make sense,” Jungkook says from the corner of the room he now presides in, his hands folded tightly in front of his mouth as he tries to ease the anxiety out of his mind. 

“Well, what are we supposed to do?" Hoseok snaps in annoyance at their quick dismissal. "It’s not like Yen can go out on that stage alone, now can she?” 

As the room turns its eyes on you, you swallow hard, the panic rising fast and true in your throat. Your hands grow tighter around your arms, nails digging deeper and deeper into your flesh as you try to contain it, bury it deep into the farthest corner of your mind. Jaejin's hand moves from your back to your shoulder, but his warmth escapes you as you grow cold, breath coming faster and faster as you grow closer to another attack. 

Jimin can see the fear in your eyes, the way your skin begins to pale, the harsh wounds you inflict upon yourself in your anxiety. For the first time, he can see the cracks. He witnesses your weakness, your instability, and understands that you are not as strong as you pretend to be. The world is pressing its insurmountable burden on your shoulders, and not even you know if you're ready. And at the sight, at the knowledge that you've been falling apart all this time, he cannot help but feel guilty. He was supposed to be there for you, he was supposed to protect you, he was supposed to support you when you needed him the most. He had made so many promises, so many bonds that he never wanted to break. 

He's already failed you once. 

He can't afford to fail you again.  

“I’m fine.”

When Jimin speaks, you're as surprised as the rest of the room is as they turn to him. But perhaps it is not so much the fact that he has spoken, but the words that have emerged past his lips that have resulted in the unanimous shock. 

“What?! Jimin, you cannot dance in that condition.” Hoseok exclaims, looking to Dr. Kum for assistance, but the doctor shakes his head making it clear that it is Jimin's decision to make, not his. 

“Then I won’t go all out, I’ll just be there to support her.” 

“No." As Jimin ignores him and tries to rise from the cot they have rested him on, Namjoon takes him by the arm, his eyes stern and his voice firm. "No, that’s completely out of the question.” 

Jimin tries to shake his arm out of Namjoon's grip, but it only grows tighter at his resistance, and Jimin cannot help but wince. 

“Namjoon, I--” 

“The answer is no, Jimin!” 

You can't help but flinch at the rise in Namjoon's voice as he shouts, his voice booming and almost as forceful as the grip he has on Jimin's arm. His fingers grow white with the amount of pressure he applies, and you can sense by the tension in his muscles that he is restraining himself from doing any further damage. As you see the look in his eyes, the way they are equally angry and sad, you know that this is only out of love. He doesn't want to see Jimin hurt himself beyond repair. 

None of them do. 

The one love he has is the stage. It is his world, the very air that he breathes. You know it, his team knows it, the world knows it. Without it he is lost, without it he doesn't know who he is. 

But at this moment, Jimin cannot find that reason enough. 

“Goddammit, why won’t you let me do this one right thing?!" He shouts, pushing Namjoon off of him with such force that it causes him to stumble backward in shock. Jimin's eyes are aflame with enraged tears and guilt. He falls apart in his resentment and despondency, his heart aching beyond any repair. He cannot stand to see you look at him like you did that day in the hospital again. He cannot stand to let you down another time. "I’ve already ruined her life enough. I’ve already hurt her, I can’t be the reason her dream is taken away. I just can’t.” 

He knows that, just like him, the stage is your paradise. It speaks to you when nothing else does, encases you in its embrace, and brings you to life. He's seen it in the practice room, he's witnessed it when you dance, when you sing. He can feel it in you almost as true as you feel it in your own heart. 

How can he take that away, when he's already taken away everything else?

At his words, your heart almost cries in sorrow. 

He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve your anger, your blame, he didn't deserve any of it. And yet, you used him as your scapegoat. You tore him apart and blamed him for something that was out of his control as though he had wished it. As though it was his fault when it was the world that was cruel and unforgiving. 

It wasn't his fault.

You knew it before, but it's only just sinking in now. 

It wasn't his fault. 

And it wasn't yours. 

"Jimin--" 

You don't know what you would have said to him. If it would have been an apology or a cry for help. You don't know if you would have been able to keep yourself together if you had spoken like you had intended to do, and you will never know. For when he speaks it erases any and all thoughts you might have had and fixates on him, and only him. 

Just as it always does.

Just as it will continue to do for as long as you live. 

"I'll do it." 

When Taehyung speaks, everyone turns to him. He has stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, his eyes quiet and solemn as he watched from afar, so much so that you had almost forgotten he was there. It is only now that you are able to see him clearly, and when his eyes travel to yours, even if it's only for a second you can feel your heart stop from where it was supposed to be beating in your chest. Time standing still as though it were made for you and him to stand together within it alone.

"Tae?" Jimin's voice is soft and vulnerable, and at the sound, Taehyung smiles his way, his calm demeanor a different measure of reassurance for his soulmate. 

"I know the choreo, I helped Hobi choreograph some parts and practiced it with Yen when she needed it." 

Bang Sihyuk narrows his eyes at the new revelation, and looks between Taehyung and Yen, almost as though he would be able to find some answer to this unspoken connection in the way their eyes speak to the other. He doesn't know why, but the insinuation of Taehyung doing the pair choreography with Yen does not sit well with him, but if he is the only option then what are they to do? 

“You remembered it?” 

Taehyung looks Hoseok's way at the question, and as soon as Hoseok sees his eyes, he knows. 

“Yeah.” 

He doesn't know how he knows, but he can see it. Deep within his quiet determination, past the worry and panic, Hoseok can sense what Taehyung himself has only just realized. He wonders how long he's felt it, how long he has known, and perhaps most of all, he wonders how this will affect your future. 

Will you still be able to rise?

Or will everything come crashing down just as quickly as it was built? 

When Taehyung looks at you, it's almost as though the world has faded away. You're altogether bare, vulnerable, beneath his eyes you are just as strong as you are frail, and if he says so, somehow you can manage to believe that everything will be alright. A feeling begins to erupt within your gut, a feeling much like the fire you had experienced when you danced with him before. Only this time it's fiercer, almost so overwhelming that you lose your mind, just a little bit. Almost forgetting even to breathe beneath the intimate intensity of his stare. 

But just as soon as it appears, it fades when he looks away. 

"Jimin can sing my song, probably better than I can and it's one of the last performances so he should have enough time to recover." Taehyung chuckles wryly at the irony of the situation, the way things have fallen so perfectly into place, almost as though they were meant to happen. "I was planning to stay seated anyways, so it's kind of perfect." 

“Taehyung, are you sure?” 

Taehyung looks to Bang Sihyuk and can see a challenge hidden beneath his small eyes. He wonders if he's already figured out his desires and if he plans on destroying them just as he had destroyed them years ago. He wonders what lengths he would go to to prevent his happiness this time around. For as much as he knows that he will not be so easily persuaded, Taehyung also knows that Sihyuk will not relinquish his chains so willingly. 

Perhaps that is the problem, the reason why Taehyung wishes to hide just a little longer. 

Taehyung nods at the question, before turning back to Yen and finding himself once more enraptured in the world they have merged to exist together as one. And in a corner of his mind, he wonders how long this world will last, and who will be the one to taint it next. But for now, all he does is bask in the warmth she provides him and relishes in the way his heart beats whenever she is near. 

For any form of pain is worth it, as long as she is the one who is holding the blade. 

“Yes I’m sure.” 

chapter 75 here

#bts fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #jungkook fanfiction #namjoon fanfiction #yoongi fanfiction #hoseok fanfiction #seokjin fanfiction #jimin fanfiction #ot7 fanfiction #{infinite stars} updated! #kpop fanfiction #writeblr #bts x fem!reader #bts romance #bts angst #bts!ot7 x fem!reader #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #park jimin #bts #Drama #Realism #Romance #series #angst #fluff

[fluffy-canada-pancakes]

Bangtan Kitty Cafe Chapter 1

Hi there! This is my first story, I’m not super duper confident with it but this would be labeled chapter one! If people really like it and want more I’ll try and write more of it, constructive criticism would be very appreciated. Writing was never my best subject so sorry if i do a lot wrong 😂. To my AP English teacher, I’m sorry about this grammer fuck. Thank you for soending your time reading I greatly appreciate it!

Taglist : @imnotlauriane

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Owning your own business is harder than some people make it out to be, but owning a cat cafe is even more chaotic. It started after I began coming to Café Bangtan. The old coffee shop I went to closed, it was the little hole in the wall Café Bangtan that I found. The place was so cozy that I would visit it every single day and play with the cute cats. After a few months the owner, Sejin, offered me a job as a barista. Working with Sejin was the best job I’ve ever had, I actually enjoyed working there. Taking care of the cats was the best part of my day, except for getting to eat the left over pastries of course. Sejin was always strict, but in a caring way that pushes me forward. After working there for a year, I learned that Sejin was actually thinking of retiring. None of his family wanted to carry on the Café, so he offered it to me. After a lot of talking and lawyer visits, Sejin gave me the Café. After the first few crazy weeks I finally settled into my roll of being the owner. It was really difficult at first, so I decided to try and get another pair of hands. The first few people didn’t fit in right, so I kept looking.

Until a younger college sophomore named Jungkook came in asking for a part time job. After I hired him, Jungkook also brought two of his friends Jimin and Hoseok. Both were looking for a job, and after a interview I hired the both of them. Now we all have this nice system we have, along with our nice regulars. A music producer named Yoongi who always orders a striaght black coffee and sits in the back corner next to the book cases in the corner, who normally sits by himself, every once in a while with our sleepy chunky Koya. Then there’s the college Professor Namjoon, a nice man who always has nice book recommendations and always gets his vanilla frappe, as well as normally with fluffy RJ or sleek Chim Chim while he grades papers or studies for future lectures. Lastly is Seokjin, he’s the well known eye candy of the Café, every time he comes in at least one or two new customers swoon at him. He’s always been super nice, he’s a small time actor who comes here to read his new scripts and have his coffee and occasionally a tea, he also always sits with any of the kitties. Another person we see is a lot is our strawberry delivery boy Taehyung, he always comes on his day off from school to deliver them. He’s always very sweet and he stays to just hang with the cats and talk with everyone when we’re slow.

As chaotic as it is, I truly love my job, my friends, and of course my little kitties. I love waling up early every day and making our pastries with RJ who loves watching me bake. I love when I hear Jungkook, Jimin, and Hobi laughing while goofing off when were slow. I love having a little book club time with Namjoon when I need my break. I love helping Jin practice his scripts with him. I love when Yoongi does his little performances for our little coffee shop on Sundays. I love spending time with Taehyung and he tries to get me to give him pastries when we both know I was already going to give him some. And most importantly I love my 7 kitties.

However, more recently I’ve been struggling to get new customers to come in, a week ago a new coffee shop opened up a block away, and since they’re new everyones checking it out. I’ve been trying quiet a few things, themed days, happy hours, even lowering my prices, but its just not working. It’s getting to the point the boys are starting to notice my worries. I’m just hoping I can think of something, and something fast. There’s been talk of a block festival where we have stalls and show off our wares to try and kickstart business, which may work.

While thinking these thoughts I suddenly hear the door bell ring and I look up and see Hobi come in for his morning shift, I look outside realizing the sun is starting to rise.

“Morning Y/N-ie, sleep well” He smiles brightly as he comes behind the counter. I nods while taking the pastries out of the oven, “I did, what about you Hobi?”

“Pretty good! I woke up early so I took Mickey on a walk!” He smiles lovingly while he puts on his flower print apron. At that moment TaTa hopped up on the counter and sat right in front of Hobi, just staring at him. Hobi does a mic between a grimace and a smile.

Tata has always been a.. special cat, he hardly meows and just enjoys watching. He really loves Hobi, even though he creeps Hobi out a lot. RJ hops over and starts to rub himself all over TaTa and grooming him, and I quietly coo at them. When suddenly, the bell tolls again and we look up to see Jimin and Tae walk in with his crate of strawberries, while joking. In that moment I begin to forget about my worries and just enjoy the happy moment

#btsxreader possibly??? #bangtan #bts #cat cafe #cafe au #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #jhope x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jin x reader #jimin x reader #ot7 x reader #love octogone

[godza]

rough promo post for debut or die! do you like kpop? do you like regression stories? do you like pathetic men? do you like drama? well, debut or die is for you!

a man dies and wakes in the body of another man who just committed suicide. but three years back in the past! he gets a pop up window, aka system message saying he must debut in an idol group within a year or die. hence the name. he ends up going on a produce 101 survival show but even more fucked up somehow. (economics...) he needs to use his past life knowledge of kpop to navigate his new forced lifestyle!

reasons i like it so much: the comic is beaaaautiful. so much. and hilarious. the characters are so fun, and the description of performances is so vivid. the songs even have lyrics! moondaes such a good protagonist, and the novel rlly blends internet culture into its narrative bc moondae is obsessed with the publics view of him. well it makes sense bc he will die if ppl dont like him. hes mostly straight faced but called a puppy by fans. his actions are all calculated to an extreme degree but seem absurd to everyone else. his internal monologue is really funny, hes such a hater. hes a pathetic meow meow

in order: moondae, ahyeon, keun sejin and moondae, and ahyeon again.

#t #elises list #just so i can see whats in there

[kpop-bbg]

#lee sejin #angel boy #pink pjs #clouds #cuteness #kawaii #cute pjs #cute guy #korean actor #produce x 101 #angelic #in the clouds #babygirl #studio photoshoot #pretty #han sejin

[bangtaninborderland]

JHS- Twisted Feelings (7)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: mention of blood! Implied threat.

A/N: I split this one chapter into 3 as it was so long :((

Ch.06 | Masterlist | Ch.08

The Hybe building was clearly in disarray, staff were fleeting from one room to another, and manager Sejin had been in meetings all morning, every time you had tried to talk to him you’d been asked to wait a little longer. You hadn’t had a glimpse of the members this morning, your shift wasn’t supposed to start for another 75 minutes, and you doubted any of them were even here yet.

You weren’t entirely sure what had gone wrong, you’d already seen the news articles about it, every single one saying the same thing - “We are currently waiting for an update from the company”. You knew that wasn’t a lie, there would need to be some clarification.

“YN?”

“Yoongi-ssi.” You nodded your head towards him, standing up to meet him over by the elevator doors.

He had a coffee cup in one hand, and his phone in the other. He had it silenced but the screen was flashing every few seconds with a new notification. “You’re here early, Hoseok won’t be here for a while.”

“Oh, I know I’m here because of the other issue.” You looked to the floor, you hadn’t done anything wrong, not directly at least, but you still felt guilty.

He thrummed his fingers against the side of the cup. “You got called in for it?”

You’d never wished that you’d been at a job longer than you currently did, you hadn’t exactly had a lot of time to earn their trust. “Not directly, I worked at the company the mistranslation happened with.”

His eyebrows furrowed, you couldn’t tell if that was anger or confusion but either way it felt bad. “How do you know it was a mistranslation, why aren’t you just like everyone else and assuming that it was something we actually said.”

“Because I translated that before I left, I know what was said. I still have the drafts of your speeches saved on my work laptop. Someone must have edited it.”

You didn’t realise you were so worried about his response until he gave one.“How do we know it wasn’t you.”

“Why would I take a job at your company after potentially sabotaging your career and image? That would only put me at a disadvantage would it not?” You looked directly at him, wanting to prove your sincerity now more than ever.

He shrugged taking a sip of his coffee. “Or you could be trying to cover your tracks, have you spoken to Sejin?”

“No, I’ve been trying to.” You too wanted this cleared up as soon as possible.

For the first time since your interaction started, he unlocked his phone, you looked away to give him privacy - they clearly had a lack of that already however with how close you were it was impossible not to hear that he had called Sejin who had agreed to meet you instantly. “Let’s go.”

“You’re coming?” You sounded harsher than you wanted to. “I mean sorry I don’t want to interrupt your day I know you’re already busy.”

He waved a hand at you, holding the door to the manager's hall open. “It’s fine, I’d rather make sure you’re trustworthy before allowing the rest of my team near you.”

As understanding as his reaction was it still hurt, you would never do something so low.

“Ah, Yoongi-ah! YN! I haven’t got long so let’s make this quick what’s the problem?”

You looked to Yoongi who only spared you a nod. “Go ahead.”

“As you know I worked at the company that produced the mistranslations, I was the one who translated the speech before I quit and transferred here.”

Sejin's face hardened. “So you were the one who caused this?”

Yoongi laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Let her finish.”

“No it wasn’t me, I still have the original drafts and recordings of it all. I can prove that wasn’t what was said but someone definitely sabotaged them. I submitted the correct translations you’ll see that from my emails, I have a friend who still works there I could talk to them and see if they know anything more but I wanted to see what you advised first.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his shoulders tense. “Have you got this proof with you?”

“Yes, on my laptop.” You were already reaching into your bag to pull it out. “Here.”

“Take a seat, show me what you have and we can figure this out. Yoongi-ah you’re free to go.”

Yoongi once again refused, simply taking a seat beside you. “I’ll stay.”

You slipped into the chair and began digging for the materials without any say-so, you could feel both of their eyes on you but you ignored it, in this situation it was understandable. “Here it is.”

You placed the laptop onto the desk, turning it around so they could both see. You pointed to the various boxes on the screen, explaining each one. “Here is the recording you can play it back and you’ll hear what they actually said in the meeting, this is the initial draft, these are the speaker notes, and here is the final draft.” You closed the document opening up the one you had sent to the submission team. “And here is the submitted transcript.”

“Wow, you were thorough.” Yoongi applauded, leaning forward to see better. “You really didn’t do it?”

“No, you’re humans, you deserve respect.” You replied it was simple but you didn’t want to risk allowing yourself to be offended by the accusations that you had indeed been the one to do something so unkind. “I wouldn’t do that.”

Sejin finished reading through them. Pulling out his phone. “Can you send these to me, I’m going to call the company and try to find out what happened.”

“Do you want me to ask my friend?” You should have asked earlier. Na-Rae may know nothing but it was worth it.

“Yes,” Yoongi replied first. Followed by a nod from Sejin. “I'll wait with YN whilst you make your calls.”

Despite your attempt to help the situation it was clear, there was still some level of suspicion as understandable as it was it was unjust, you didn’t think it would be wise to comment on it. The situation was clearly stressful for him.

You were thankful that Na-Rae didn’t have the highest level of work dedication. She often sat around on her phone whilst working so the fact she picked up on your second call wasn’t surprising. You put the phone on speaking, laying it on the desk so Yoongi could hear it too. “Nara I need a favour”

“Not even a hello?” Yoongi sighed, resting his head against his hand.

You rolled your eyes, huffing. “Rae not now, seriously I need your help.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The translations, who took over after me.”

“Uhhh.” She hummed. “Let me check.” The sound of her keyboard filled the line, the awkwardness that once rested in the room with Yoongi and you had somewhat lessened. “Some newbie, a Jeonghan”

“Jeonghan what?”

“Kim Jeonghan.” You knew that name, you definitely knew that name. “Wasn’t that the guy you got the job over last time?”

Yoongi looked at you but you shook your head, mouthing that you’d explain after. “Yeah. Have you heard anything else about the BTS issue?”

“The CEO is coming in, he wants a full review done. I think their company is pressuring him.” You heard Yoongi snort. “He deserved it.” She continued.

“He does, he was such an ass. ” The company wasn’t the worst but it wasn’t great. “Anyway, if you hear anything about it let me know okay?”

“I will.” A pregnant pause. “How did it go with you?”

“Still dealing with it, I want to clear it up as soon as possible. I know I submitted it correctly, I just can’t understand how it would have been edited, only someone with clearance could do that.” After two years there you still remember the system structure, everything was exclusive to their respective departments. The vote counters were the only ones who knew the winners, the translating team were the only ones who could edit the transcript, and the only ones who could override that would be management. “What about the managers?”

“They wouldn’t, it would be too traceable.” She countered. “It has to be the newbie.”

“Just let me know if you hear anything okay? I’ll call you later.” You lent back, you hadn’t found out anything overly helpful other than a familiar name.

“Don’t forget your parents expect us for dinner this weekend, your eomma called me today.” You quickly sat up, taking the phone off speaker and bringing it to your ear. “I’ll call you later. Bye.”

You hung up, gently dropping the device back on the desk.

“You go for family dinners still?” Yoongi asks, pointing to the phone. “How old are you again?”

You nodded. “24.”

“How often?”

“It used to be once a week but then got moved to once every two weeks, now I just try to go once a month. We talk often but with work it’s hard.” You explain, confused by his sudden interest. “Why?”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Curiosity I suppose, forgive me if I crossed a line. You seemed to recognise the name your friend gave you.”

“We applied for the same Job, and we were asked to do a week's trial, I ended up being given the promotion and he was put on the waitlist for any future positions. I don’t think it has any value.” You couldn’t see someone sabotaging someone you worked with just because of that.

Yoongi clearly disagreed. “You’d be surprised by what people are willing to do to make money.”

You wanted to question him but Sejin came back before you could, instead you filed the question for later.

“Was your friend of any help?” He asked, sitting at his desk. His focus is trained on his computer screen.

“She gave the name of a new employee but nothing else,” Yoongi answered for you, replying to a message on his phone.

The office door opened, and Namjoon and Hoseok paired as they enter. “This is a colossal mess.”

“You’re telling me.” Sejin laughs lightly at namjoons remark. “YN has given us what we need to clear the situation up, it doesn’t help us solve who edited the translation but it does give us some kind of image restoration. I suggest each of you make a post to your fans, maybe a live.”

You look towards Hobi who firms his lips in a line. “We can do that.”

“That’s fine, Sejin I’ll stay with you, Hoseok go and have your lesson with YN, Namjoon I think you should be the one to post something after all you’re the best out of us all when it comes to emotional support.” Yoongi was clearly in a mood to get this resolved as soon as possible, no one argued with him and soon enough Hobi was ushering you out of the room.

You’d never felt wary of the man before, today was different - understandably so but still, the tension made you nervous. Even as you settled into your work room and began pulling out materials the dark pit in your stomach didn’t budge, you knew if someone had asked what was wrong you wouldn’t be able to answer, not until Hoseok closed the door, folding his arms across his chest, calling your name. “YN?”

You gave him a confused look, setting your pen down. “What’s wrong?”

“We have to talk.”

He was right, neither of you couldn’t focus on teaching English whilst he was so tense. “Okay, are you sure you don’t want to take the lesson first?”

“I can’t focus on that. Not right now. I need to know exactly how you helped.” He sat back down, his foot tapping against the floor.

You knew he was going to ask and you didn’t have a problem telling him, you explained it to him the same way you had both Sejin and Yoongi. He seemed to take it better, with a more trusting attitude towards you even if his questions were somewhat misconstrued.

“So it wasn’t you?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

“I’m sorry if Yoongi and Sejin were harsh on you, we are all valiant in our attempts to protect each other, army and Bangtan as a whole.” You found it endearing how he felt he had to Apologise for something that he wasn’t at fault for, in all honesty, you are sure you would have reacted the same way.

You waved your hand, smiling as best you could. “Don’t worry about it, the situation wasn’t ideal but I knew it was an emotionally driven response.”

You heard your phone ringing, on the off chance it was Na-Rae with more information you checked it, shocked to find half a dozen messages from your parents. “I have to take this I’m sorry.”

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” He asked, already beginning to stand.

“No no, it’s fine.” You reassure him. “It’s just my parents it’s probably something related to dinner this weekend.”

You called your mother's number, she was always more reliable with communication than your dad ever had been. True to herself she picked up instantly.

Her worried voice crushed your mood. “Someone sent a letter, I thought it was some leaflet or something so I opened it.”

“And?” You asked, impatient. “What was it? What’s wrong?”

Your mother usually had a strong resolve, her tolerance for such things was unusually high, yet her voice still wavered. “It’s a letter, telling you to leave those BTS boys alone, I think there’s a smear of blood on it.”

You hated that you were forever unable to school your facial expressions, your horror clear enough for Hoseok to step in. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone sent a letter to my parents, telling me to leave you and the other members alone, my eomma said it seemed like there was blood over it.” He looks just as horrified as you.

He reached a hand out, his fingers close to your own. “Please don’t be afraid when I say this but I don’t know if these people are targeting us or you.”

“What do I do?” You whisper, still cautious of your mother on the phone. “I can’t just quit.”

“I’ll call everyone in for a meeting, if this is because you’re working for us then it’s a company problem.” He explained, already unlocking his phone.

Maybe if you’d been at the company longer than a few days it would have been a company problem, but you hadn’t had that luxury. You were still new. “Hoseok-SSI forgive me but I don’t want to jeopardise my job here, I'm sure they would just fire me.”

He glanced up from his phone, face stern. “They won’t.”

“How do you know?” You whispered back.

“Because I won’t let them.”

#bts smut #bts angst #bts x oc #bts x reader #bts au #bts #bts fluff #bts jimin #bts series #bts imagine #bts seokjin #yoongi x reader #hobi x reader #jhope smut #hoseok angst #hoseok x reader #hoseok fluff #hoseok smut #bts hoseok #hobi smut #jungkook x reader #Jungkook smut #jimin x reader #jimin smut #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #seokjin x reader #seokjin smut #namjoon x reader #Namjoon smut

[bangtanhoneys]

The Queen's Guard - Grace & Staff

The Queen’s Guard, affectionately given to the team behind Grace’s solo career, was a force of nature the likes the industry had never seen before. Even IU didn’t have this type of team behind her. From Bang Shi-hyuk, PDogg, a team of choreographers, and stylists, Sejin, a team of bodyguards and a whole of team dancers - they were a force that seemed to be unstoppable.

As one ARMY quoted when they saw Sejin, BTS’ manager for many years, back in the fold and leading the way in front of Grace at Incheon airport with a team of bodyguards around the two then what seemed to be another four managers including a woman - “It looked like the queen had arrived with her army. Like everyone parted way for the arrival of the queen and her team wasn’t going to stop anyone from getting in the way.”

Bang Shi-Hyuk

It was hard to get time to see Bang PD when his time was directed overseas or in meetings, dealing with HYBE and other business arrangements. However, when it came to his only female idol, he cleared his schedule for the whole week and flew back to Seoul immediately. The news about BTS's ‘hiatus,’ as the media was calling it, had been announced only a few days later and already he had phone calls from shareholders about the dip in value their stocks had taken.

However, he had no plans to deal with that. He had bigger fish to fry.

He scheduled a meeting for her the day after he flew in and what walked through the door wasn’t the Grace he had met all those years ago. This was a scared young woman who didn’t know what was coming, who didn’t know what the next three years were going to bring her. He patted her on the arm and showed her to his desk, taking the seat next to her instead of the ‘big boss’ chair.

“What do you want to do Hea?” he asked, referring to her Korean name.

“I don’t know. I want to do things differently compared to the boys and I don’t want anything I want to do to interfere with what they want to do. I’d rather wait till they all go to the military or all the days are announced so the boys can enjoy their solo careers.”

Ever thinking about her boys instead of herself.

“We can do that. We can assemble a team who you’re familiar with to start planning and guiding and I’ll be there every step of the way,” he promised and reached over to take her hand, giving it a squeeze.

They stayed silent for a moment. It had been thirteen years since they had first met when she was nineteen years old, straight out of education and looking for a job as a dancer but was hired for her vocals for background use and then as an assistant. Now look at her, one of the biggest bands the world has ever seen.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

PDogg

Her first mixtape, Dangerous Woman, had been an absolute success thanks to the combined efforts of PDogg, Hitman Bang, Yoongi and Namjoon. Two of those people were now facing a career in the military and so now it was down to Hitman Bang and PDogg.

A meeting with what had become the Queen’s Guard, consisting of Hitman Bang, PDogg, other producers at BigHit, Sejin and a few others as well as Grace had taken place a week after Seokjin’s military announcement. A whole day had been dedicated to what Grace wanted her next mixtape to be but she soon surprised them all.

“The boys are doing albums, apart from Seokjin, so I want to do the same. But I want CD one to be the Dangerous Woman mixtape and CD two to be the new songs. All in English. And I want to do a tour with the album, and if it’s not enough, maybe release another mixtape with other songs to fill in the gap.”

Evidently, Hitman Bang hadn’t been expecting that as he sat there at the top of the table and stared at her with his jaw dropped.

“All in English? No Korean?” PDogg asked, making a couple of notes on his pad.

“All in English. I can do remixes of the songs in Korean for maybe a B-Side but I want this to focus on English. This album is all about me and my thoughts and my feelings and everything I see so it has to be English.”

“If you say you’ve got lyrics already, there are no promises I won’t kiss you Hea,” PDogg warned.

Grace simply grinned and lifted up a notebook, the same one she got from Jungkook for Mother’s Day, filled to the brim with lyrics. “Better bring those kisses.”

“Well, look’s like you’re going to be busy,” Sejin laughed at the sight of PDogg pressing many kisses to the top of Grace’s head before stealing the notebook.

Sejin

When Sejin got the phone call from Hitman Bang, he was completely taken aback. He had been promoted to the artist protocol department and a manager for ENHYPEN. He had been with BTS from the very beginning and missed them very much, though he saw them every now and then. He never expected to be getting a call about them, especially from the boss.

“Grace is coming.”

Those three words were all that were given to him.

And he was immediately at HYBE.

“Grace is going ahead with her solo career and I believe she needs a manager who can focus solely on her and her needs. And given your history with her and the history with the boys, I think you’re the best one for the job. Plus she misses you.”

The reunion had been a long time coming and he first saw her again at a meeting with lawyers and executives. She didn’t care for decorum the moment she saw her favourite manager standing at the door, apologising for interrupting.

“Sejin-oppa,” she gasped and quickly ran over to him to give him a big hug.

“Are you coming back?” she quietly asked him and the squeeze she got in return was everything she needed.

The Queen’s Guard had their general back.

Other Staff

New stylists and make-up artists were brought on board for the sole focus on Grace. There were many meetings as the music was being produced as to what themes and colours Grace wanted to pick from, what costumes and clothes, and what would be more suited for her body rather than adapting the boy's costume to fit her.

When the contract for Alexander McQueen, Balmain and Louboutin had all been signed, her stylists threw a sleepover party at HYBE so they could go through all the choices of clothing and shoes the designers had sent Grace.

Her bodyguards were also from the same team that had been around the boys since day one. She had been signed one in particular, ARMY would later recognise him from Yoongi’s concerts as the one that was fancam’d the most. All bodyguards were older than her so there would be no rumours.

Choreographers were spearheaded by the usual team with the added addition of Sienna from In the Labs and Brian Puspos. They were instrumental in creating new choreography for her singles, reflecting more her style to suit her dancing history and body.

Moments with the staff

The airport had a bigger turnout than usual ever since it was announced that Grace would be departing to start her solo career by attending a fashion show in London, with her being the main ‘face’ of it. The amount of fans present was slightly alarming and even local police had been called in to control the public as well as the press.

The slight army of bodyguards hanging around the car was soon pointed out by local press who could be heard saying that this wasn’t normal for idols.

The moment Sejin appeared, ARMY screamed his name causing him to turn and look, giving them a slight bow.

Another manager got out of the car, an older lady this time, and she stood in front of the open door to speak to the bodyguards for a moment. The moment she stepped aside to let Grace out, the noise volume increased.

Sejin went to the front with one main bodyguard, the rest surrounding Grace and the lady who kept an arm wrapped around Grace’s waist, giving her a slight squeeze. But Grace bowed to everyone she saw, stopping briefly for photos before leaving towards the private lounge.

She had gone live while in London as they were prepping for the fashion show and ARMY went nuts when they saw Sejin come in with a mug of hot chocolate, a blanket and a hot water bottle. “That time of the month,” Grace had said with a sigh as she was tucked in.

BANGTAN BOMBS showing Grace in tall heels, being guided by Sejin or her female manager, with her styling and make up team following her. All hands out ready to help her if needed.

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts female member #bts scenarios #bts fic

[injuredcrow]

psssssst... i'm adapting b2tsm into a girl group with reincarnation based lore and shit it's called meldz

five members like in og; they're river, pamina, sejin, odette and dayoung

i got inspired by kingdom (the group) and some of their songs may be from jene (obscure producer i follow who makes og song instrumentals) i can infodump about them all day

oooooooooo this is so interesting!! i love this 🫶🫶

#light.txt #asks #lara :]

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Produce Finalists List

Produce 101 Season 1

Jeon Somi

Kim Sejeong

Choi Yoojung

Kim Chungha

Kim Sohye

Zhou Jieqiong

Jung Chaeyeon

Kim Doyeon

Kang Mina

Im Nayoung

Yoo Yeonjung

Han Hyeri

Lee Suhyun

Kim Nayoung

Kim Sohee

Yoon Chaekyung

Lee Haein

Park Soyeon

Ki Huihyeon

Jeon Soyeon

Jung Eunwoo

Kang Sira

Produce 101 Season 2

Kang Daniel

Park Jihoon

Lee Daehwi

Kim Jaehwan

Ong Seongwu

Park Woojin

Lai Kuanlin

Yoon Jisung

Hwang Minhyun

Bae Jinyoung

Ha Sungwoon

Jeong Sewoon

Kang Dongho

Kim Jonghyun

Im Youngmin

Ahn Hyeongseop

Yoo Seonho

Ju Haknyeon

Choi Minki

Produce 48

Jang Wonyoung

Sakura Miwayaki

Jo Yuri

Choi Yena

Ahn Yujin

Nako Yabuki

Kwon Eunbi

Kang Hyewon

Hitomi Honda

Kim Chaewon

Kim Minju

Lee Chaeyeon

Han Chowon

Lee Gaeun

Miho Miyazaki

Juri Takahashi

Miyu Takeuchi

Miu Shitao

Park Haeyoon

Miru Shiroma

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Kim Yohan

Kim Wooseok

Han Seungwoo

Song Hyeongjun

Cho Seungyoun

Son Dongpyo

Lee Hangyul

Cha Junho

Kang Minhee

Lee Eunsang

Kim Minkyu

Gu Jungmo

Lee Jinhyuk

Song Yuvin

Ham Wonjin

Keum Donghyun

Hwang Yunseong

Lee Sejin

Tony

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Hyundai IONIQ 5 N - “DRIVING STILL MATTERS” [Director’s Cut] from by RAVEN on Vimeo.

We crafted a soundtrack consisting of uplifting string melodies and retro synth pulses. Representing the elegance and strength of the first ever electric Hyundai N vehicle: the IONIQ 5 N. Never Just Drive.

This film won the "Best Sound" award at the International Motor Film Awards.

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Director NIKOLAS MEYBERG @nikhollywood First Assistant Director FRANTIŠEK REZEK Second Assistant Director KATEŘINA ŠAFRÁNKOVÁ Director’s Agent NATHALIE WINKLER, LESLIE PFEIFFER | NO.AGENCY

Director of Photography JULIAN C. STEINER First Assistant Camera FRANTIŠEK NOVÁK Second Assistant Camera JAN VÁGNER

Second Camera PETER KÄMPF Assistant Camera PABLO GONZÁLEZ

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Precision Driver MAURO CALO, PATRIK SUROWKA

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ART LOOCREATIVE INC. Artist CHAN KWON

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Audio Producer INU HWANG

Voice-over CHRIS RYAN

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