Summary: You’ve just moved to Seoul to pursue your career, when you meet seven handsome, charming men. You decide to date all seven at the same time. Everything is going smoothly when all of a sudden, one by one they each confess their love for you. Now you have to make a decision. Who will you choose to spend the rest of your life with?
Content: OT7, Fluff for the most part, maybe a little smut in the future.
Parings: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I thought this would be a fun concept to write about. This will end up being a series.
Summary: You’ve just moved to Seoul to pursue your career, when you meet seven handsome, charming men. You decide to date all seven at the same time. Everything is going smoothly when all of a sudden, one by one they each confess their love for you. Now you have to make a decision. Who will you choose to spend the rest of your life with?
Content: OT7, Fluff for the most part, maybe a little smut in the future.
Parings: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
You wake up to Yuna stumbling around the loft.
“Shit!” she yells as she trips over something.
You go to check on her and see her chucking her heels into her bedroom.
“You okay?” you ask her, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Yeah… Sorry I woke you. I was just getting some water.”
You walk to the cupboard and grab the box of cereal. “Would you like a bowl of cereal?” you ask her. She nods her head as she grabs a water bottle from the fridge. You pour both of you a bowl of cereal and serve it to her on the island.
As you sit down next to her, she asks you, “ So who was that guy from the club? What’s his name again?”
“Oh, Jimin, I think… He’s just some guy I met at the bar. He saved me from getting further harassed by a drunk, married pervert.”
She nods her head. “Oh damn…That’s pretty sexy. Did he get your number?” she asked teasingly.
“Maybe…” you respond with a smirk.
“He totally did! Has he contacted you?” she asks excitedly.
“I don’t know. I haven’t checked my phone.”
“Well what the hell are you waiting for?!” She says getting up running to your room.
“No! Wait!” you shout as you follow her. You tackle her onto your bed trying to wrestle your phone from her grasp. She sees you have multiple text messages from multiple unsaved numbers.
“You little slut! Who are these people?” She asks you with a devilish smile on her face, eyes wide.
“Give me my phone and we’ll find out together!” you exclaim, yanking the phone from her hand. You open up the first text message:
“Hey Y/N, it’s Namjoon! I just wanted to let you know that I’m already halfway through the Count of Monte Cristo. You were right. It’s an amazing book! I can’t put it down! I’ll probably finish this book in a couple of days. Anyways… would you like to grab a cup of coffee sometime? I’d love to discuss this book with you.”
Next text message:
“Hi Y/N, it’s Hoseok! How’s your head? I hope it didn’t scar…”
“Well I just want to let you know I’m free tomorrow. If you’re free too, we should get some ice cream together :)”
Last text message:
“It’s Jimin. I can’t stop thinking about your smile. I’d like to see it again. Dinner with me next Friday, yeah?”
You even received another snapchat from TaeHyung. It was a selfie of him with his face half covered by a duvet. The caption read: “Where’d you go?”
“When did you meet these guys?” Yuna asked you.
“I met Hoseok when I bumped my head. He was the one that took care of me,” you replied. “Namjoon was the one that gave me that book, Metamorphosis. And then TaeHyung is that good looking guy that bought me that jacket.”
“Oh that’s right!” Yuna responded. “So who are you going to reply to?”
“I don’t know… they’re not the only guys who I’ve bumped into this week…”
“There’s more guys?!” Yuna exclaims with excitement. You just groan and cover your face. “Who else did you meet this week? Why are you just now telling me?! I need to know everything!”
You start to tell Yuna about Yoongi and the piano lessons.
“So that’s where you ran off to Wednesday! I was wondering why you were in such a rush but forgot to ask you about it. How do you like him?”
“He’s pretty laid back. He’s got a soft, porcelain like face. He seems a little cold and intimidating at first but once he starts talking, he’s pretty sweet. He’s also a very patient piano teacher. I’m learning a lot from him so far. It reminds me of when my mom was teaching me piano.”
“Have you told him about your mom?”
You shake your head, “Not really… just that she taught me how to play Moonlight Sonata.”
She just nods her head. “So who else did you meet this past week?”
You huff and roll your eyes. “There was this guy I met last Friday at the noodle shop by my job. It was crowded and I was pushed into him. He is just as attractive as the guy from the boutique and the guy from the bowling alley. He even paid for my dinner. The only downfall is he’s quite full of himself.”
“Aren’t most guys, though?” Yuna asked, rolling her eyes. “Is that all?”
“Yes!” You exclaim
“Is there one you’re more interested in than the others?”
You think about it for a minute, “I don’t know… they’re all very different… Why do they all have to be so attractive and charming?” you groan, frustrated.
Yuna chuckles, “if I were in your shoes, I would date all seven guys at the same time just to see who I have a better connection with. That way you won’t feel like you’ve missed out on anybody.”
“I-I don’t know if I can do that…”
“Oh c’mon, Y/N! Have some fun in your life! This is the most exciting thing that’s happened to you since you got to Seoul! All you do is work and watch Netflix by yourself at home. You deserve to have someone sweep you off your feet, and right now you have seven guys in your disposal.” she explains
“Yeah, I guess…” you sigh. “Ugh! Why did this have to happen to me if all people? I’m still so new to Seoul and I hardly have the time or energy to date, much less date seven guys at the same time…” you complain as you fall back on your bed, covering your face.
Yuna takes your hands and removes them from your face. “You know what we should do to help you destress?”
You prop up on your elbows and look at her. “What should we do?” You slowly ask nervously.
“Let’s get makeovers! That way you’ll have the proper confidence to woo these seven guys,” she says with a big smile across her face.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I thought this would be a fun concept to write about. This will end up being a series.
Summary: You’ve just moved to Seoul to pursue your career, when you meet seven handsome, charming men. You decide to date all seven at the same time. Everything is going smoothly when all of a sudden, one by one they each confess their love for you. Now you have to make a decision. Who will you choose to spend the rest of your life with?
Content: OT7, Fluff for the most part, maybe a little smut in the future.
Parings: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
TW: Sexual Harassment, Violence, Alcohol consumption
It’s Yuna’s 25th Birthday. You’re checking yourself out in your floor-length mirror when you spot the embroidered jacket hanging on it. You take it and throw it over your shoulders. You like how it looks with your satin lavender dress. You pull up your snapchat and see that TaeTae_95 accepted your friend request.
“Kim TaeHyung,” you read his name. You decide to take a mirror picture and send it to him. It doesn’t take long for him to respond. He sends you a selfie with his hand over his mouth, captioned: “Wow! You look stunning!”
You smile to yourself. You’re about to send a selfie back when Yuna appears in your bedroom.
“Are you ready to party!” She squeals. She’s in a sparkly, gold dress with strappy gold heels. She has a birthday sash around her body and a plastic tiara on top of her head.
You laugh, “Hell yeah! Let’s go!”
You’re out at an underground club in Itaewon. Yuna is already 2 Sojus deep. You’re not much of a drinker, so you head to the bar for a bottle of water. While you try to get the bartender’s attention, the guy to your left tries to flirt with you. He reeks of beer, slurring every pick-up line he can think of. You notice he has a wedding ring on his left hand, so you politely decline his efforts and try to walk away when he aggressively grabs your wrist and yells,
“Hey! I gave you many compliments, I believe I deserve some affection in return!”
Upset, you try to yank your hand back, but he has a tight grip. He looks you up and down and licks his lips, “Playing hard to get I see…” Just then you see a fist fly past your face and hit the pervert in the face. He lets go of your wrist to caress his jaw.
“She said she isn’t interested,” growled the man who attacked the pervert. He had a Busan satoori accent. The pervert just scowls and walks away. You turn to the man who defended you and thank him.
He brushes his hair back with his left hand. “It’s no problem at all. It’s disgusting how some men lack decency.” He looks at you for a moment then asks, “Are you alright?”
“Oh… yeah, I’ll be fine,” you reply, fidgeting with your fingers. You look at him for a moment as he studies your face. He has ash-blonde hair, parted to the side. He’s wearing a loose-fitted white button-down shirt tucked into ripped, black skinny jeans. He has multiple silver rings on his fingers and a Chanel necklace that hangs by his sternum.
“Here let me get you a drink,” he says as he motions for the bartender.
“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that!” You say frantically
“It’s alright, here, it’ll help ease the nerves,” he insists as he passes you a shot. You reluctantly take it and throw it down your throat. Once you put the shot glass on the bar he slides a cocktail over to you, “Here, this will taste better.”
You shake your head, “No, I can’t take that. You’ve done more than enough for me tonight.”
“I promise, if you don’t like it, I’ll leave you alone.” Suspiciously you glare at him and slowly sip the cocktail. After a couple gulps he smirks at you. “I knew you would enjoy it.”
“Shut up…” you reply while rolling your eyes, and he just chuckles.
“So what’s your name?” he asks you.
“Y/N,” you reply.
“What a pretty name,” he says with his head leaning on his hand, smiling at you. You blush. “So, Y/N… What brings you out to Itaewon?”
“It’s my roommate’s birthday today. She turned 25,” you tell him, pointing to Yuna, who’s dancing with some guy on the dance floor, one hand clinging to the back of his neck while the other hand holding another Soju bottle.
“Ah…” he looks at you and sees you sigh and take another sip from your cocktail. “Wanna dance?” He asks, running his hands through his hair while smirking at you. You scrunch your face acting as if you’re contemplating his offer. He chuckles and bites his bottom lip, “C’mon, let’s dance.”
“Alright, one dance,” you say.
He stands up, takes your hand and leads you to the middle of the dance floor. He spins you around and pulls you in by your waist. Next thing you know your hips are moving in sync and you start to move as one. Songs go by and you are having the time of your life dancing away with this charismatic man. After a few songs, he asks you if you would like a drink. You nod, just now realizing how dehydrated you’re feeling. He takes your hand and the two of you maneuver through the crowd to the bar. He orders you both a beer. You quickly gulp down half of the glass. When you set your beer down, you notice him staring at you with an amused look on his face.
“What? Do I have something on my face?”
He chuckles and lifts his hand to your lips, wiping off some foam from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He then proceeds to suck the foam off his thumb. “Not anymore.”
You feel yourself blush as you quickly look down at the surface of the bar and push your hair behind your ear. Hesitantly, you move your eyes sideways to look at him and see him staring at you with a smirk on his face, so you quickly dart your eyes away.
“Did I embarrass you?” He asks.
“I..You took me by surprise… “
He throws his head back and laughs. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
Just as you’re about to reply, you feel a body wrap around you from behind.
“There you are… I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
You turn your head and see Yuna resting her head on your shoulders.“Oh… Sorry I’ve been hanging out with…” You look back at the man, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Jimin.”
“Ah, Jimin… This is my roommate, Yuna.”
He gives her a small wave and a half smile as she lifts her head to look at him.
She clumsily reaches her hand out to him, “Hi, nice to meet you.”
He shakes her hand, “Likewise. Happy Birthday, by the way.”
She smiles, “Why thank you!” She looks at him up and down then comments, “Man, you’re sexy…” He covers his mouth trying to hide his chuckle.
You look at her and frantically ask, “Are you ready to go home?”
She nods her head
“Alright, go collect your things and I’ll meet you by the exit door.”She nods and stumbles away.
He waves “goodbye” to her then turns his attention back to you. Slightly licking his lips he asks, “So, when will I see you again?”
“How soon would you like to see me?”
“Well, that depends.”
“On what?”
“Do you like surprises?”
“… What kind of surprise?”
He laughs, “How about you give me your number, and I’ll show you.”
You look at him suspiciously, “Okay,” and hand him your business card.
He smirks at you while sliding it in his back pocket.
“Well I guess this is goodbye,” you say.
“I guess so.”
“Thanks again… for… you know.”
He nods his head, “Like I said, it’s no problem.”
You smile at him one last time and head towards the door.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I thought this would be a fun concept to write about. This will end up being a series.
Summary: You’ve just moved to Seoul to pursue your career, when you meet seven handsome, charming men. You decide to date all seven at the same time. Everything is going smoothly when all of a sudden, one by one they each confess their love for you. Now you have to make a decision. Who will you choose to spend the rest of your life with?
Content: OT7, Fluff for the most part, maybe a little smut in the future.
Parings: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
A/N: This one is a bit of a short one…
Your phone alarm goes off, confusing you. You unlock your phone and see it’s a reminder of your piano lessons with Yoongi. You check the time and see it’s already noon. You quickly change out of the outfit you slept in and throw on the closest pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a denim jacket. You throw your hair up into a messy bun, slide your feet into your black, high-top converse shoes, and start sprinting to the music store.
15 minutes later, you finally arrive at the store front. You enter the music store and greet the owner. As you make your way back towards the room, you hear Yoongi playing a song. You lean up against the door frame just like he did when you first met and just observe him play the piano.
“Running late are we?” He asks before looking at you over his shoulder.
“Hi… I’m sorry I’m late… If I’m being honest, I forgot about our lessons. Luckily I had set a reminder in my phone, otherwise I may not have shown up,” you say with a light chuckle.
He sighs, “It’s okay. I forgive you.”
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” you squeal as you make your way to the piano. He moves over on the bench so you can sit down next to him.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says, making you smile a little. He sees the wound on your forehead and asks, “What happened to your head?”
Instinctively you touch the wound, “Oh, this? I was just being careless and clumsy. That’s all,” you reply. When you see that he still has a worried look on his face and is still looking at your wound, you reassure him, “I’m fine. Really. I don’t have a headache anymore and it’s healing very well.”
He juts out his lips a little, almost into a pout and just nods his head. “What shall we learn today?” he asks.
“Claire de Lune. You played it beautifully. I felt like I was in a dream,” you reply.
“Claire de Lune it is,” He says with a small, crooked smile.
You spend the next two hours learning the song.
“How am I doing?” you ask him.
He’s standing against the piano to the left of you, listening intently on your playing. “It’s good. You’re improving pretty quickly. I think two more sessions and you’ll perfect it,” he replies. You look down at your hands in your lap and smile.
He looks at his rolex watch, “Oh shit…” he sighs. “I’m sorry I have to head back to work.”
“Oh, okay,” you respond with a half smile. “I’ll see you next week?”
He nods, “See you next week.” He turns to leave, but stops and turns back around. “Actually… Give me your number. That way I can remind you myself about our piano lessons,” he says.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I thought this would be a fun concept to write about. This will end up being a series.
Summary: You’ve just moved to Seoul to pursue your career, when you meet seven handsome, charming men. You decide to date all seven at the same time. Everything is going smoothly when all of a sudden, one by one they each confess their love for you. Now you have to make a decision. Who will you choose to spend the rest of your life with?
Content: OT7, Fluff for the most part, maybe a little smut in the future.
Parings: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
It’s the week of Yuna’s birthday. She decided to have a girls’ day and spend the day shopping for birthday outfits. After about six stores, you take her to your favorite boutique located in Gangnum-Gu. The store has an artistic, yet classic aesthetic. Each piece is unique and different from everyday Seoul fashion. While browsing through the racks, you spot this intricately embroidered jacket. Right when you reach for it, a hand touches yours. You look up and see a gorgeous man with shaggy hair and striking facial features. You meet his fox-like eyes and become instantly mesmerized, unable to speak.
He stares back at you for a moment before diverting his eyes to the ground and stumbling an apology, “I-I’m sorry. You can take the coat.”
“Oh, no, I’m sorry. It’s okay. You can have it. It’s out of my price range anyway,” you reply with a smile. You give him a little bow and start to shop in other areas of the store. He continues to shop as well, all the while sneaking glances at you from afar.
You finally find a dress to wear for your roommate’s birthday. It’s a short, slim-fitted, lavender-colored satin dress with straps all over the back. As you hold it up to you in front of a full length mirror, you notice the beautiful man with striking features shopping behind you. He looks up and you meet his eyes. He then nervously looks away and starts moving elsewhere in the store. You take the dress and check out. While you’re waiting for your transaction to go through, you subconsciously look for the gorgeous man, but you don’t see him. Just as you walk out of the store, you feel someone grab your arm. It’s the beautiful man with floppy hair. He hands you a shopping bag.
“You’ll look great in it,” He says, and then he walks away. Stunned, you look in the bag. It’s the embroidered jacket with a note that has his Snapchat username and a message: “TaeTae_95 Send me a picture of you wearing it.” You look up and see that he’s already vanished.
“Who was that?” Yuna asked.
“I-I don’t know…”
She shrugs, “He was cute,” she says as she heads toward the car.
When you get into the car you pull out the jacket.
“Wow! That is a gorgeous jacket, Y/N! Did that man give that to you?” Yuna aks.
You just nod your head as you admire the beauty of the jacket.
“Damn… you have men buying you clothes already and you don’t even know their name? Who are you, Y/N?!” Yuna teased.
“Oh shut up! Let’s go home,” you say to her, rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile on your face.
Summary: You’ve just moved to Seoul to pursue your career, when you meet seven handsome, charming men. You decide to date all seven at the same time. Everything is going smoothly when all of a sudden, one by one they each confess their love for you. Now you have to make a decision. Who will you choose to spend the rest of your life with?
Content: OT7, Fluff for the most part, maybe a little smut in the future.
Parings: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I thought this would be a fun concept to write about. This will end up being a series.
You get to the Cafe and your friends wave you over. As you sit down, your friend, Chun-Ae, catches you up on their conversation.
“So we’re thinking about going bowling tonight. Are you down?”
“Sure!”
“Awesome! So we’ll go home to change and then we’ll meet you at the bowling alley downtown.”
***
When you get to the bowling alley, you see your friend, Soo-Min at the counter.
‘Hey!” you greet her with a hug.
“Hey! Everyone is already at the lane over there,” she says to you, pointing to lane 12.
You grab a pair of bowling shoes and head over to the rest of the girls.
“Oh my God, Y/N, look over there! Isn’t he gorgeous?!” Chun-Ae exclaims, pointing a guy a few lanes down, bowling by himself. He’s got on a black ensemble with a ball cap. His sweater sleeves pushed up exposing his forearms.
“Yeah, he’s pretty attractive,” you reply.
“Should I invite him over to play with us?” Soo-Min asks with a devilish smile on her face. Before you could answer, she’s already making your way over to him. You watch her touch his shoulder asking him to join you guys. He looks over at the group of girls and shyly smiles.
“Oh, no, that’s okay,” he replies, shaking his head.
“Oh, c’mon. Just one game?” Soo-Min asks, batting her eyelashes at him.
“I’m already playing a game, but thank you for the offer,” he gives her a small smile before returning to his game. Soo-min walks back with a pout on her face.
“So…?” Chun-Ae asks.
“He said he prefers to play by himself,” Soo-Min scoffs.
You just laugh at her.
“What? I’d like to see you try, Y/N!” Soo-Min says to you, irritated.
“Let’s just leave him alone, yeah?” you reply. “Besides, I thought this was supposed to be a girls’ night.”
Soo-Min rolls her eyes and plops down on one of the chairs.
The night goes on, and you and the girls have played two rounds. You end up beating your friends with an average score of 140.
“Shall we play one more round?” you ask.
“No, I gotta get going. I have to go to church with my family in the morning,” Chun-Ae says.
“Yeah, and I’m tired of losing to you, Y/N,” Soo-Min says, making you laugh.
“Alright, I guess I’ll go put my ball away,” you respond. As you’re walking to put your bowling ball away, Soo-Min shouts something at you, but you can’t hear her over the loud music playing. So, you turn around, walking backwards, about to shout back when you bump into someone, losing your balance. They catch you, and you can feel they have strong arms. The moment felt like it was in slow motion. You look up and see it’s the gorgeous man Soo-Min was trying to convince to bowl with you guys. You can’t help but just stare at him, breath caught in your throat.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
You quickly get back on your feet and awkwardly apologize for being so clumsy, pulling your hair behind your ear and staring at the ground.
He smirks at you, “It’s alright.”
You feel your face flush red and walk away from him to return your bowling ball to the shelf. You then run back to your friends, panicked.
“What happened, Y/N? Are you okay?” Chun-Ae asks you.
“I just want to die right now, that’s all,” you respond, covering your face with your hands.
“What did you do?” Soo-Min asked.
“I totally fell into the hot guy over there! Oh my God… I’m so embarrassed…”
Your friends look at each other before bursting out in laughter.
“Hey! It’s not funny!” you yell at them.
“Did you get a good feel of his body?” Soo-Min asks you teasingly.
“You are shameless, Soo-Min…” you scoff.
She just smiles and shrugs her shoulders as she grabs her belongings.
When you return your shoes to the counter, he startles you while reaching from behind you to put his shoes on the counter
You turn around and scoff at him “excuse you!”
“Oh my bad,” he snickers.
Baffled, you scoff and roll your eyes, “Rude.”
He just chuckles. “Let me make it up to you,” he proposes.
Taken aback you ask, “Why?”
“Because you’re cute,” he replies with a smirk.
You scoff again, “No, thank you.”
He then says “at least let me give you my number in case you change your mind” and he sticks a small folded up piece of paper in your hand and walks away. You stare at him in disbelief as he makes his way towards the exit door. When he reaches the door he turns back and winks at you before stepping outside. You open up the piece of paper. It has his name, Jeon Jungkook, and his phone number written on it. You roll your eyes and shove the piece of paper in your pocket.
When you get home, you see Yuna sitting on the couch watching a horror movie by herself. You place your keys on the buffet table by the door, and Yuna turns to see you.
“Hey, how was bowling?” she asks you.
“It was fun. I won both games.”
“Nice! Did anything exciting happen?”
“Not really… Oh! There was this really attractive guy there. Soo-Min tried to convince him to join us but he refused.”
“Oh, bummer…” Yuna replies.
“No, I’m glad he didn’t join. He’s rude and doesn’t grasp the concept of personal space,” you respond with a scowl on your face.
Confused, Yuna asks, “How so?”
“I clumsily fell into him when I was putting my bowling ball away, and then he came up really close to me and teased me at the counter when I returned my bowling shoes… He even had the audacity to give me his number so he could “make it up to me”,” you scoff.
Yuna laughs, “So are you going to call him?”
“No. Why should I?”
“Well because he’s good looking, and he’s interested in you…”
You just roll your eyes. “Let me sleep on it,” you respond, a little annoyed.
“Well just remember that tomorrow we are going dress shopping for my birthday next weekend,” Yuna says as she returns to her movie.
“Yeah, yeah,” you reply as you make your way to the bathroom to shower.
Summary: You’ve just moved to Seoul to pursue your career, when you meet seven handsome, charming men. You decide to date all seven at the same time. Everything is going smoothly when all of a sudden, one by one they each confess their love for you. Now you have to make a decision. Who will you choose to spend the rest of your life with?
Content: OT7, Fluff for the most part, maybe a little smut in the future.
Parings: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I thought this would be a fun concept to write about. This will end up being a series.
It’s a Saturday afternoon. You only had to work half a day today, so you made plans with your friends to do a little shopping. After a while of shopping, your friends decide they want to head to a cafe. While walking towards the cafe, you spot this small bookstore tucked in between two larger clothing stores.
“Ooh! Look! It’s a vintage bookstore! Shall we check it out?” You ask your friends.
They all hesitantly look at each other before shaking their heads. “No… but you can go if you want to. We’ll meet you at the cafe down the road,” SooMin replies.
“Okay. I’ll see you guys in a little bit then.”
As soon as you walk in, you’re met with the smell of book pages. While you browse through all of the old books, you notice a little old man behind the desk. He gives you a bow to greet you as you walk in. You bow back and say, “Hello.”
You also notice a tall man with a baseball cap on browsing through the books in the back of the bookstore. As you make your way through the aisles, you start to fall in love with the aesthetic around you. Just then, you spot your favorite book, The Count of Monte Cristo. It’s all the way on the top shelf. No matter how much you tip-toe, you can’t reach the book.
Just then, you see a long, tan arm reach up behind you and grab the book.
You turn around and see it’s the tall guy that was roaming through the store when you first came in. He’s dressed in a graphic tank top with a flannel over it and cut-off blue jeans.
He hands the book to you with a small, dimpled smile, “Here you go.”
You hastily bow and thank him, pulling your hair behind your ear.
“It’s no problem,” he replies.
He looks down at the book and reads the title, “The Count of Monte Cristo… I don’t think I have read that book before. What’s it about?”
“Oh my god, you have never read The Count of Monte Cristo before??” You ask in shock. “It’s a must read on every book lover’s list! It’s about love, revenge, and the greatest comeback ever known to man!”
He tries to hide his smile as he watches you explain your favorite book.
You stop suddenly when you see him stifling a laugh with. “What?”
“Nothing, it’s just cute how passionate you are about this book. It’s actually very admirable.”
“Well, it is my favorite book…”
“I guess I’ll have to read it then.”
“What’s your favorite book?”
“Oh, I have too many…”
“Name your top 3.”
“Hmm… Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka… uhh… Me Before You by Jojo Moyes… oh, and A Bigger Message: Conversations with David Hockney by Martin Gayford.”
“I have read Me Before You… I have not read the other two.”
“Let’s make a deal: I’ll read The Count of Monte Cristo, and you read Metamorphosis.”
“How would we know if the other read the book?” You ask.
He thinks about it for a moment. Then he says, “Are you purchasing that book?”
“Yes,” you reply.
“Alright, meet me at the front desk in a couple of minutes.”
You do as he says and walk up to the desk. The little old man asks you if you’re all set to purchase.
Just as you were about to answer him the tall guy runs up, “Wait!”
You look at him confused.
“These two books please, sir,” He says, placing your book on top of his. The store owner scans the books out and he pays for both your book and his.
“You didn’t have to pay for my book…” you say.
“It’s alright. Let’s say it’s a gift,” he flashes you a dimpled smile.
You shyly smile back, “If you insist…”
He then takes a pen and starts to write something in Metamorphosis.
“What are you writing in there?” You ask him.
“My contact information,” he replies, “You should write your contact information into your book as well.” You do as he says. He then takes the book from your hands once you have finished writing and hands you his book. He opens up the Count of Monte Cristo and reads your name, “Y/N…” A small smile forms on his face. He looks up at you and says, “Now if you want this book back, you will have to read Metamorphosis and let me know what you think of it.
“How do I know for sure I’ll get my book back?”
“I promise to read it and then return it to you when I am finished,” he states while holding out his pinky.
You then wrap your pinky around his, “It’s a deal. I expect my book back.”
He shyly smiles, showing off his cute dimples again. Wow… He’s pretty adorable… You think to yourself. You both walk out of the book store together.
“I should get going. My friends are waiting for me. Thank you again for the book!” You say.
“Oh, no problem! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!”
You smile, “Alright… Bye…”
“Goodbye.” He gives you a small wave
You start to head towards the cafe where your friends are waiting for you. You open up Metamorphosis and read his name, “Kim Namjoon.” You turn to sneak one last peak at him and see him walking away. Just as you turn away, he turns back to look at you before scratching his head and smiling to himself.
BTS’s absolutely voracious appetites never fail to surprise me. Any sense of cost/benefit analysis literally goes out the window when it comes to immediate food. The camera staff will be like “if u lose this game of rock paper scissors you have to be publicly humiliated in front of millions of people but if you win you get two lollipops do u still wanna play”
And every single member will just like thrust out a pair of scissors without even hesitating its buck wild
Summary: You’ve just moved to Seoul to pursue your career, when you meet seven handsome, charming men. You decide to date all seven at the same time. Everything is going smoothly when all of a sudden, one by one they each confess their love for you. Now you have to make a decision. Who will you choose to spend the rest of your life with?
Content: OT7, Fluff for the most part, maybe a little smut in the future.
Parings: Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I thought this would be a fun concept to write about. This will end up being a series.
It’s been a month since you moved to Seoul from Chicago. It seems like just yesterday when you were celebrating your 24th birthday with your family and telling them you’ve been accepted to work for Hyein Seo as her assistant. Now you’re living in a two bedroom loft that looks over downtown Seoul with your roommate, Yuna. Yuna is 24, turning 25 in a couple weeks. She’s the complete opposite of you but in a good way. She’s outgoing and flirtatious; whereas, you are a little shy and awkward. She’s 172 cm tall (5’8”), slim like a runway model, with pale skin. You’re 165 cm tall (5’4”), curvy, and have olive skin. She’s always out on dates, but that doesn’t bother you because you enjoy having the apartment to yourself from time to time.
“You would not believe this guy!” Yuna exclaims as she walks into your shared loft.
“What happened?” you ask, looking up from your Macbook.
“He stared at my tits the entire meal! It was like he was having a conversation with them. Then, as we were served dessert, he had the audacity to ask if I wanted to skip dessert and go to his place!” She explains as she walks into her bedroom.
“So what did you do?”
She emerged from her bedroom in her silk pajamas and replied,“What do you think? I ate the chocolate mousse by myself and then walked home.”
“I’m sorry your date didn’t go well… Do you want to do face masks and watch a Netflix movie with me? I saw that a new romantic comedy was just released,” you said as you pat the spot on the couch next to you.
She plopped down next to you with her arms crossed, “Okay,” she huffed.
You head to the bathroom and retrieve two gold peel off face masks. After you both apply the face mask you turn the movie on and the both of you spend the night fawning over the leading man.
The next day is your day off. You walk to your favorite cafe and order yourself an iced caramel macchiato. As you exit the cafe you notice how clear the sky is and decide to take a stroll through the neighborhood. After walking a few blocks, you stumble across a little music shop with old pianos. You decide to go in and check them out. The owner of the store greets you and you bow to greet him back. You make your way through the store, running your hands along the wood of the pianos you pass, admiring their antique beauty. You look up and see a hidden room tucked away in the far, back corner of the store. The room is small. It’s lit by a single, large window providing sunlight. In the center of the room, sits a beautiful, dark mahogany square grand piano. It reminds you of the one you had in your childhood home. You walk up to it and touch the ivory keys. Entranced by its beauty and familiarity, you sit down on the bench and start to press a couple keys. Next thing you knew, you’re playing a familiar song.
Just then, a man walks into the music store. He greets the owner, “Hello.”
“Welcome back!” the owner replies.
As you get deeper into the song, the more intense the music becomes. It catches the man’s attention. He walks to the back room and sees you on the square grand piano, the same one he comes to play on. He leans against the door frame and watches you in amazement. Once the song has come to an end, you come out of your trance and sigh. Suddenly you hear someone slowly applauding behind you. Startled, you turn around quickly to see a man standing there. He has porcelain like skin and is dressed in dark colors.
“Moonlight Sonata No. 14.” He says.
“You know Beethoven?” You shyly ask.
“A little…” He says as he walks closer to you. “May I?” He asks as he motions to sit next to you. You nod your head and scoot over. He takes a seat and starts to play Chopin’s Nocturne.“Do you know Chopin?” He asks you.
“Just this song.” you reply.
He nods his head in understandment. “How did you learn how to play Beethoven?” He asks.
“My mom taught me. Moonlight Sonata was her favorite song, so I learned it for her.”
“What other songs do you know how to play?”
“J-Just Moonlight Sonata…” you reply as you look down at your hands in your lap.
“Would you like to learn how to play more? I can teach you.”
You look at him with a puzzled face, “Why would you want to teach me?”
“You play beautifully. I can tell you have some passion for music.”“How?”“You were so into the song you didn’t even notice me enter the room. I bet playing took you to a different place, didn’t it?”
“…I-I guess…” you say hesitantly.
“I know how that feels. I produce music for a living. When I need an escape from my studio I come here and pluck a few keys to clear my head.” As he finishes the song, he looks at you and asks, “So what do you say? Want to learn more songs?”
You think about the offer for a minute. “Sure.”
He looks down and shyly smirks. “Okay.” He looks back up at you. “How about we meet here at this piano every week, same day, same time? So… every Wednesday at noon?”
“Okay,” you say with a small smile.
“Awesome. I’m Yoongi, by the way,” he says as he extends his hand out.
You shake his hand and reply, “Y/N.”
Your phone rings, startling you. It’s Yuna.“I’m sorry, I have to take this.”He nods.“Hello?”
“Hey! Where are you?”
“I went for a walk and ended up in a music store.”
“Oh nice! Would you like to meet me for lunch?”
“Sure, where at?”
“How about that Italian bistro next to our favorite cafe?”
“Okay, that sounds great! I’ll meet you there in 15 minutes or so,” you respond. You turn to look at him with an apologetic look. “I have to get going…”
“It’s okay. I’ll see you next Wednesday,” he says with a small smile.
You smile back at him, “see you next Wednesday,” you say before heading out of the music store and making your way to the Italian bistro.
