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for a good time, call [3]

modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

series summary: Eddie Munson is a burnt out rockstar, touring the country. When he finds a phone number written on a bathroom wall, he strikes an unusual friendship with a coffee shop barista who has no idea who he is.

warnings: 18+ cussing, f!masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, smoking, flirting, mutual pining, angst, strangers to friends to lovers word count: 3,5k

an: omg guys, here it is! i hope you enjoy. as always, if you like it let me know by reblogging or leaving a comment - it means so much to me!

chapter two ♫ masterlist ♫ askbox

chapter three ♫♪♩·..·

After a beat of silence, the phone went dead. Disappointment creeped into your soul, but you tried to fight it off. Maybe it was an accident, perhaps the connection just cut out. But as the minutes ticked by, you sat on your bed, clutching your phone that silent. Your bedroom door was open and you could see the moon illuminating your worn out sofa in the living room. It was dead silent, just like your phone.

Was this all a scam? Were you being catfished by some lonely elder, or worse, a disgusting perv? Were you that stupid and naïve?

With shaky hands, you placed your phone back on your nightstand, plugging the charger in. You settled back under the covers with your back facing your bedroom window, clutching the blanket under your chin. In the warm cocoon of your sheets, you fell into a restless sleep.

.•♫•♬•

Eddie wasn't better off. He didn't sleep at all that night. He was racking his brain trying to come up with an excuse that could justify his actions. Landing on zero ideas, he gave up at about 4.30am. He kept opening and closing his iMessage app, sometimes just watching the empty text box and other times actually typing something, then deleting it and tossing his phone on the floor.

He was a piece of shit, honestly. He was wired up to call you, he hit the right button, he heard your voice and then he panicked, once again. In those two seconds, your voice was enough to take his breath away. Your voice was quiet but hopeful and he wrecked everything.

Eddie opened the doors to his suite balcony, sitting down on a wicker basket chair and propping his feet on the metal railing. The chilly air was dancing around his hair and bare shoulders, he was only wearing a simple pair of dark sweats, from which fished out his (regular) cigarettes and lit one. He kept looking at the skyline and the city below it, he could see the roof of the arena he would be playing at later that night.

He pondered what type of music you liked, if you would like his stuff. Would you go to a show, cheer him on from the front row? Or would you be the type to wait in the dressing room unbothered, like his ex. What would you say if he asked you to come to one of his shows? They are scheduled to play two shows in New York in two weeks...

Eddie finished his cigarette stepped back into the room, opening the closet where he caught a glimpse of his rosy cheeks on the mirrored doors and putting on a Corroded Coffin hoodie. He stepped to the desk adjacent to the closet and pulled open a small drawer filled with hotel amenities. He found what he was looking for, a blank sheet of paper and a pencil, returning to the balcony where the sunrise was creeping up on the city. He used to do this back in high school, when he was still playing Dungeons & Dragons, drawing different maps and monsters for each session. It almost felt liberating, skimming the ashy tip of the pencil along the paper. He hadn't done anything creative in months, he'd only kept the same routine every day. Maybe it was time to change that. Maybe it was time to stop moping around and improve some things.

.•♫•♬•

''There you go, sir. Have a nice day!'' Robin piped out next to you, handing a middle aged guy in a very expensive looking suit his go-to espresso, to which he didn't even respond to as he kept typing away on his phone. When he was out the door, Robin rolled her eyes and muttered ''Asshole.''

You snorted, grateful for he company and for the fact that the café was pretty busy today, you could use the distraction. You woke up this morning to two text messages, one from your co-worker asking for you to fill in for her today as she had to take her dog to the vet and another was from him. You didn't open his text yet and you couldn't see it from the preview either, because he had sent a photo right after the text, so the screen just said ''Sent a photo.''

You were itching to know what could he have possibly sent, but you purposefully kept your phone at your locker today. Still feeling iffy about the situation, you hadn't mentioned the call thing to Robin, but you did fill her casually in on your texting to which in return you got a confirmation that her and Cherry were indeed now girlfriends.

''Ugh, she asked me after the show - which was amazing, by the way - and I had to say yes. You just can't say no to her,'' she kept babbling while putting a new tray full of frozen croissants to the oven.

You were re-filling the espresso machine with new beans. ''What show was it anyway?''

Robin closed the oven door with her hip while pulling the oven mitts off. ''I don't really remember, coffin something. Cherry loves them, that's why we went. It was real heavy, the singer was pretty cool though, straight from the 80s.''

''What do you mean?'' you asked.

''He had long hair, so he looked like Bon Jovi or something. I mean it was cool, but you don't see that look every day.'' she replied, straightening her apron and greeting another customer who'd just stepped in.

You hummed in response and proceeded to the cash register to take new orders. The day flew by and by the time you only had 20 minutes left, Robin was at the back, emptying the dishwasher and you were counting cash when the door opened again. You vaguely remembered her hair color and her wine red lipgloss, so it wasn't too hard to recognize Cherry when she strolled in.

''Hey, I'm Cherry.''

You accepted her outstretched palm and shook her hand. ''Y/N. Nice to finally meet you, for real this time.''

''Same here,'' she smiled ''Though I feel like I know you already. Robin talks about you a lot and I already know you can't handle more than two drinks.''

''And three tequila shots!'' you returned her smile and Robin came busting out the back, rushing past the counter and throwing her arms around Cherry, pecking her cheek.

''Glad the introductions are over,'' she quipped and turned to Cherry ''missed you, by the way.''

''Gross.'' you joked, which ended up with Robin's apron in your face.

''Ha-ha. Would you mind if-''

Before she could finish her sentence, you dismissed her with a hand swipe. ''Yeah yeah, I can finish up here.''

''You're an angel. You know I'd do the same for you if you weren't single and lonely!'' Robin snickered and you fake gasped, but they were out the door before you could say anything back, waving at you from the outside.

''Idiot.''

You grabbed your things from your locker and closed the café, stepping out onto a golden sunset. You walked along the streets leading to your apartment building, passing a bus stop with a big poster on it, the deep rich colors popping and a guy in the middle of it, clutching a guitar. You recalled your conversation with Robin from earlier. Coffin something, a singer with long hair. The name on the poster said Corroded Coffin and the guy on the poster did seem like he could be from the 80s.

Not thinking much of it, you finally decide to take a look at your phone. Besides the two texts, your breath hitched when you noticed there was a missed call as well, 4 hours ago. You checked out the messages first and opened the photo he had sent. It was a picture of a sketch, what could immediately be recognized as the New York skyline. It was nice too, the lines were sharp, it was pretty detailed too.

7.21am - Kirk ''I'm an asshole and I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, I panicked at the last second. It's a shitty excuse but it's the truth. I'm really sorry, I'd love to talk to you if I could have another chance. I couldn't sleep all night, so I drew this for you as an apology. It's not great, but I hope you accept.''

8.01pm - Kiwi 'It's a great sketch, btw.''

It didn't even take him a second to hit you back.

8.01pm - Kirk ' 'God, I thought you'd blocked me.''

8.02pm - Kiwi ''I'm still thinking about it. I'm convinced you're a catfish.''

8.02pm - Kirk ''I promise I'm not.''

8.02pm - Kiwi ''Okay, prove it.''

8.03pm - Kirk ''How would I do that?''

8.05pm - Kiwi ''I'm sure you can figure it out.''

.•♫•♬•

What the hell was he going to do? He was convinced you had blocked him last night. He sent you the text this morning and for more than 12 hours it was only showing as 'sent.' Not received, not read, nothing. Now reading you thought he was catfishing you, Eddie needed to prove to you that he was real and that he was serious this time.

Without thinking much of it, he dialed your number again and waited as it rang. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder and made his way to the dressing room bathroom, locking himself in to give him some sort of privacy.

The phone kept ringing and ringing. Were you punishing him for not picking up? He wouldn't hold it against you, he kind of deserves it. Besides, Eddie loves a woman who can beat him up.

Finally, after he had already given up hope, the line clicked and he heard your voice again. ''Yes?''

Eddie could also hear cars driving in the background, your breathing was a bit quicker than normal, a little shallow. You were outside somewhere.

''Is this proof enough?'' he asked, barely breathing.

''You could still be some weirdo, but I'll let you off the hook for now. Hi.'' Eddie thought he could hear a smile in your voice.

''Hi,'' he sighed, shoulder relaxing where he was leaning against the door. ''How are you?''

''I'm fine,'' you replied. ''I just got off work, I'm walking home.''

''I thought you had the day off.''

''I did,'' you sighed, some shuffling coming from your side. ''A co-worker asked me to switch, so I did.''

''That's generous of you, are you always this nice?'' Eddie teased.

''You tell me,'' you quipped back, matching his energy right away. He liked that, a lot. He liked you.

''I'd say so. You gave me another shot, though you didn't have to.''

''Don't waste it. I normally don't give second chances.''

Eddie chuckled, ''I won't. Can I ask you something?''

''Shoot,'' you agreed.

''Do you, like.. recognize my voice?'' he cringed. ''It's a silly thing to ask, 'm sorry.''

You laughed and the sound danced around his brain, shooting a bunch of endorphins into his belly. He hoped it wasn't weird to picture you based on your voice alone, but you sounded pretty.

''No...'' trailing off, but quickly you recouped ''So you're a musician then?''

''Uhh... maybe.''

''That's cool! Don't worry, unless you're in an 80s indie band or a 90s boyband, I probably don't know you, sorry!''

''Is that the only stuff you listen to?'' Eddie asked incredulously.

''Hey, I like what I like!'' you defended and he could hear the slight creak of a door and soft steps that became a bit louder, like you were climbing some stairs. The call crackled for a second and then he could hear keys jingling and the unlocking of another door.

''You made it home?'' he quizzed, destined to make sure you were alright.

''Yeah, finally. Now I have a three day weekend!''

''Cool! What are you pl-''

Before Eddie could finish his question, he was startled by the banging behind him, the door he was leaning against shaking under his back. He quickly covered the microphone, holding the device against his chest. ''Eddie, you in there man? We gotta start getting ready.''

It was their drummer asking. Eddie shushed him and told him he was on the phone. The drummer replied with a dishonest 'sorry' and left him be.

''Um, sorry about that. Shit.'' Eddie apologized and wondered if you heard anything.

''Don't worry about it, Eddie.'' you shot back and he could almost see the grin on your face. Why did it seem like you had the upper hand every time?

''Hmm, you got me. Now you tell me your name,'' he challenged.

''I thought you already named me,'' you shot back, your voice suddenly so sweet and innocent.

''Oh, come on. That's not fair.''

''I don't think you've earned it yet.'' Something about that sentence made him twitch in his pants. Fuck. He wanted to earn your name, something else too. Your voice was sultry, the tone of it sticking to his brain like honey. He needed more of it, he needed to keep you talking. He was in a trance almost.

''Making me work for it?'' he prompted, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, resting it on the door.

''You bet. I come with a price, you know.'' You joked.

''I'm willing to pay.'' Eddie replied, dead serious.

.•♫•♬•

Your phone call with Eddie, as you now know him, ended pretty abruptly after that. He got interrupted again and he had to go, to start getting ready for the show you supposed. For exactly two seconds after you hung up, you thought about googling him, but decided against it just as fast as that. You wanted to get to know him personally, not through tabloids.

Your body was thrumming however, your cheeks felt hot to the touch and there was the tiniest vibration between your thighs. You needed a cold shower, asap. You didn't expect the talk to excite you that much, but his voice was something else. Smooth, raspy at times when he lowered his tone. A bit more nasally when he got excited. You wanted to hear it again, teasing you. You wondered what he sounded in person, what his laugh was like, what sounded like when he was out of breath, gasping in your ear.

Stop, you scolded yourself and hurried in removing your work clothes and dumping them in the laundry basket. You took a cool shower to calm down, changed into silky pajamas, then popped a frozen pizza into the pre-heated oven and set the timer to 15 minutes. While you waited for dinner to be ready, you occupied yourself with finding a good movie to watch while you ate, poured a glass of water and changed Eddie's contact name on your phone. Watching a movie should keep you distracted for a few hours, until Eddie was free to call again, which would presumably be in the early hours of the night.

When the movie finally finished, you were full and hydrated. It was only a quarter past eleven so you still had a couple more hours to kill. You decided to move to be this time, grabbing an unfinished book from your desk and settled in under the covers. You turned on the reading lamp on the bedside table and kept your phone close to you. Soon enough, you were submerged in the book, the scene written on the page getting spicier. You gulped as you read how the main characters were ripping each others clothes off, devouring one another. You had a perfect picture in your head, the words coming alive in front of you, envisioning the guy eating out his girl the way the author had put it in the book. Shit, your thighs clenched at the thought of someone doing that to you.

You jumped when your phone vibrated against your bare thigh, slapping the book shut abruptly.

''Hello?'' you answered, trying to calm your breathing.

''Hey, what's up?'' Eddie asked, sounding a little out of breath himself.

''Oh, um, I was just reading a book.''

''What's it about?''

You cleared your throat, ''J-just some rom com, don't think you'd be interested.''

''You alright over there?'' Eddie quipped, chuckling softly.

''I'm fine, totally fine.''

''Uh-uh,'' Eddie sounded totally unconvinced ''tell me what you were reading.''

''Why?'' you were growing nervous.

''You're basically hyperventilating, that must be some book. Was it scary?''

''No.''

''Erotic?'' he joked, chuckling.

You remained quiet, the words dying on your tongue.

''Oh, it was.'' Eddie mused, his voice lower now. ''What were they doing?''

''They were just kissing and stuff,'' you whispered like you were scared someone would overhear, chewing on your bottom lip as a nervous habit.

''Did some simple kissing get you that worked up, baby?''

Baby. He was doing nothing but enhancing the tingling in your white cotton panties.

''No,'' you breathe, rubbing your thighs together at this point.

''Hmm.. Were they doing more? Having sex?'' he spoke and you could hear faint shuffling on his side, then the soft close of a door.

''Not exactly.''

''No? What then? Don't be shy.''

You squeezed your eyes shut, somehow embarrassed like the whole world could see you right now. You took a shaky breath in and quickly blurted out ''He was eating her out.''

There was a small pause before Eddie hummed. ''And how did that make you feel?''

''Good,'' you replied.

''Just good?''

You whimpered. He was toying with you, pulling your strings but you didn't want him to stop either. You switched the phone to your left hand, to free your dominant hand to caress your stomach, occasionally dipping lower. ''Aroused.''

''What are you doing right now?'' Eddies breathing sounded heavier now, too. His voice has a raspier edge than before.

''Rubbing my thighs,'' you sighed. The feeling of your palm sliding over the inside of your thighs felt nice, for a while. There was a warm wet patch on your panties, too.

''Shit. Lay down for me.''

You did as he told, scooting lower on the bed until you were horizontal. ''Okay.''

''Good girl,'' he praised.

Jesus Christ. No one had ever talked to you like that, you'd only read that in your books. Those words sent a jolt straight to your pussy.

''Want you to touch yourself, can you do that for me?''

''Y-yeah,'' you hiccupped, guiding your hand under your pajama pants and skipping your panties too, cupping your mound and feeling the gathered wetness there.

''Doing so good for me, honey. Touch your little pussy for me, tell me how wet you are.''

You couldn't hold back the moan that bubbled up as you followed his instructions, sliding your fingers easily through your blazing folds due to the slickness. ''S-so wet, Eddie.''

''Fuck,'' he groaned. ''Wish I could be there, need to see it for myself. Would you want that?''

''Yes, Eddie!'' you wailed, gliding your wet fingers down your slit, then back up again and focusing on your puffy clit, pulsing with want. You circled your clit with your middle fingers, putting the phone on speaker and dumping it next to your head so you could use your other hand to slide it under your shirt to thumb your nipple, adding even more pleasure.

''Would you let me eat your pussy, too? Let me tongue fuck your little hole?'' Your cunt clenched just at the thought of having his warm muscle shoved deep into it. It was begging to be filled, hungry for it. You found your weeping hole and pushed your middle finger in, moaning at the stretch. Eddie meanwhile continued his verbal assault. ''Fuck, baby I'd lick you so good if you'd let me have the honor. I bet you're already knuckles deep in your pussy, aren't you?''

You could only cry out ''uh uh'' as you added another finger, pushing them as far as you could reach, curling them upward to graze that one and only spot.

''Good fucking girl. Keep punishing that tight hole for me. I know it's so tight, would barely fit my fat cock. Shit. I wanna fill you up, fuck you 'til your crying, begging for me to stop. But I wouldn't stop until you were stuffed full of my cum - you want that baby? Wanna be so filled with my cum that it's flowing out of your abused hole, huh? Leaking down your crack, I'd clean you right up.''

''Eddie, oh my God!'' you cried, tears stinging your eyes as you thrashed around, your clothes sticking to your sweaty body. Fucking your fingers in and out, you pressed your palm down to add more pressure to your clit, building up your high.

''You close, sweetheart? Wanna hear you cum, you sound so fucking perfect already. Keep working those fingers, don't stop.''

''Fuckuckfuck, I'm cumming. Ohmygod.'' Your high hit and you lost all vision, only listening to Eddie talk you through it, telling you what a good girl you were, how proud he was, how good you sounded.

When you came down, you carefully withdrew your fingers and wiped them clean on your pants, trying to catch your breath.

''My name's Y/N, by the way.''

On the other side, Eddie burst out laughing.

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intplayboy · 1 year

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SCHLIMAZEL [ IDOL! BTS OT7 X F! READER ] - 1 ✭

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summary: during the dead of the night, you come across a crime that leaves bitterness in your mouth, prompting you to act recklessly yet valiantly against it and the perpetrators. unfortunately, your escape could only last for so long before you're confronted, but coincidentally, seven particular men happened to drive by, and one of them refused to ignore such a horrific spectacle.

pairing: idol bts ot7 x female reader

warnings: mentions violence, minor blood, swearing, slight mentions of SA, slight mentions of body shaming, reverse anorexia, inconsiderate boyfriend.

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word count: 10,706

masterpost | prologue | chap 2

purple colored font, some aren't colored but they're italicized to still indicate they're speaking korean.

You shuffle your feet mindlessly while the queue at the cashier in front of you moves forward, drowning yourself in deep thought. It's only been a little more than a month since world-famous k-pop group BTS announced an indeterminate hiatus.

No one expected it; when the group hinted about a 'special announcement' in the months leading up to the reveal, everyone—referring to 'armys'—thought they were going to announce another world tour.

Perhaps to make up for the unavoidably canceled "Map of the Soul" tour back in late 2019. So, when you and the other hundreds of millions of armys heard and saw their hiatus announcement, you were all shaken to your core.

But, amazingly, when the group confirmed the fans their decision to take a break, it did not leave any animosity in the fans' hearts. They've done nothing but express their love, support, and unwavering loyalty to them, promising to wait for them for as long as they need to.

The only sourness they felt, including you, was the dreadful reality about how terrible their mental state was, all because they didn't want to disappoint any of you.

How they kept a brave face on, how they continued to shine in their light, and how they continued to give so much to their fans while giving so little to themselves. Giving little attention to truly caring for their physical and mental well-being in an attempt to please everyone.

That hurt. And none of you can blame them for it. You and the other armys already know how badly the music industry treats their artists, and undoubtedly your precious boys, therefore your anger was never directed at those seven men.

But you truly wished that, with their mental state deteriorating like that for so long (too long), they should have announced a break sooner and for as long as they needed to be completely refreshed and energized again.

And you believe that almost all armys would agree or have similar thoughts to yours right now, because knowing the fans, the true ones genuinely care for the boys.

You hope that your endless comments encouraging them to take care of themselves and 'take breaks if needed' buried under the hundreds of thousands of comments on their Weverse posts got through to them.

Because observing and listening to their anxieties and remarks about their feelings, particularly Namjoon's, shattered your heart. You could obviously see how vulnerable they felt at that time, even though some didn't appear to be showing it. After hearing their side of the story, you understood and supported their choice.

Not only that, but hearing Namjoon bravely speak about his difficulties and resolve to get better inspired you and made you admire him even more if that's possible.

Maybe I should do the same too? If they all can do it I can too, you thought.

Suddenly, a contradicting thought enters, making you pause in your headspace. Others are experiencing worse than me though, what do I have to complain about? But, why then does a part of me feel unhappy still?

And there it is again, the intrusive thoughts taking over your mind. You inwardly scold yourself, suck it up, y/n, you still have two parents and a boyfriend for god's sake— why do you need a break?

"—Ello! I said next person please!" A voice called out ahead of you, jolting you out of your trance. Your head shot up as you noticed the cashier staring at you with irritation on his face.

"O-oh! I'm sorry, I was just— never mind..." You rushed up to the counter with your selected sweet late-night snacks, given it was already twelve in the morning and pitch black outside.

The worker exhales impatiently as he collects the first two items, making you feel worse for not paying attention. You want to apologize again, but your borderline anti-social self prevents you from doing so. So you simply focused on his hands scanning your things.

"You're getting a lot for someone your size." He says randomly, causing you to look up.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

With a blunt gaze, he returns eye contact. "I said, you're purchasing a lot of these for your size. Are you going to eat these all?"

You scrunch your brows. "Yes, I am. Is there a problem with that?"

He shrugs. "No problem, but I guess looking at your figure again— it seems like you need it anyway."

The lines in between your brows deepen, and a slight frown forms on your face. "Excuse m—"

"It's just no guy will like a skinny girl like you. Eat more, bones." The corner of his lips twitched in cockiness.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your outburst toward this ugly ass prick in front of you. But you're struggling to do so- how dare he makes a comment about your appearance. The audacity this little boy in a man's body has.

You then clenched your jaw. "Last I check your job is to scan items and exchange money with the customers, not make judgemental comments to them. So unless you want to keep this pathetic barely eleven-an-hour job, you better keep your comments to yourself and start telling me how much I need to pay."

He looks at you, a little surprised, and before he can answer, you speak again. "Or are you that slow that I need to do your basic math job for you as well?"

He glances flusteredly at the cash register for the complete amount, then back at you, but he struggles to tell you the total amount. You scoff and roll your eyes as you pull out a twenty-dollar bill, flinging it at him.

"Keep the change— it's two dollars and seventy-five exactly." You remark as you carry your goods in a separate reusable bag out of the store, enjoying the baffled expression on that man's face.

You stroll down the sidewalk, gradually distancing yourself from the store. Bones. You're rather too familiar with such phrases.

You're too skinny, you need to eat more.

You seriously can't be healthy looking like that.

Are you eating at all?

But you are eating, not consistently at times, you admit, but you're eating enough. Right? You thought you were trying your best in gaining weight, eating, and weightlifting... Was the last few weeks not enough? Why is it so hard just to achieve a few more pounds?

I thought I gained a couple more pounds a few days ago. You sigh as you take your headphones from your jacket pocket and plug them into your phone.

You start playing your music on your phone, then returning your phone back to your back pocket. Shops and eateries passed you by along the way, until your eyes spot a lighted coffee shop sign, signaling that it's open. Maybe I should get something to drink too.

You entered the café, briefly scanning the small establishment before joining the line and reading their menu of various coffees and teas. When it was your turn, you pulled out one of your earbuds, ready to give the worker your order.

"Hello, what would you like to order today?"

Your eyes stayed on the menu, that one has the most calories, let's go with that. "Um, can I get an iced white mocha latte without whipped cream, please?"

The worker nods with a polite smile. "Of course, what size would you like?"

"Medium."

"Alright, that'll be four twenty." She said, then you handed the exact amount.

Your order was done minutes later, and another worker called out. "A white mocha latte, for Y/N!"

You rushed up to get your drink, murmuring a "thank you" as you pivot around to the door. You noticed sets of tables and chairs belonging to the café as soon as you exited, so you decided to enjoy your ice latte in the quiet night alone.

You sat on the opposite chair after placing your reusable bag on the seat next to you. As you took a sip from your cup, you looked out into the peaceful darkness of the night. Wow, the stars are beautiful.

Many more minutes passed, and you were almost finished with your latte. But, as with all things that seem too good to be true, it inevitably comes to an abrupt end. And that was a startling distant but heard a noise somewhere nearby, disrupting the blissful silent atmosphere.

You swivel your head, a puzzled expression on your face, to attempt to locate the source of it. You rose up from your chair, took the last few sips of your iced white mocha coffee, and tossed it into the trashcan next to you. You disconnect your earbuds and stow them in your pocket before proceeding to the sounds you heard.

You started to recognize the noises as you got closer to the location. As you drew nearer, pained groans, grunting, and whimpering began filling your ears. Before you knew it, you were turning around a corner, peering into a narrow alleyway.

And your eyes witnessed an incredibly disturbing scene, which you wish never happens to anyone. A group of four guys encircled a smaller figure, which was easily identified as a young girl. One was pinning her against the wall, while the other was literally on top of her, skin to skin, with no space between them. And the rest of them just stood there and laughed at her reaction.

You felt sickened and certainly enraged at these vile men. But, more significantly, you can't help but grieve for the girl. And you made up your decision right then and there about what you were going to do. Was it a dangerous and risky one, given that you're the same size as that girl and just a girl in general? Yeah. But was it going to spare that girl from further torment? Yes, and that was all the reason you needed to act.

You quickly notified the authorities, providing them with the specific location of where to find the girl and where to apprehend the suspects you're about to lure out. It took some persuasion to convince the dispatcher, who was hesitant, to believe you, but they did, and you assured them you'd have proof for the mens' arrest.

As soon as the call finished, you opened the camera app and started filming the scene in front of you. You made sure the camera had a clear view of each of the guys' faces, and you shouted once you obtained enough evidence. "Hey! Get off her you assholes!"

They all paused and gazed up at you, your furious glare never faltering. "I've called the cops, and I have sufficient proof to arrest all of you!"

And their expression changed instantaneously, turning angry as well. You scoffed at their reaction; they're the ones upset? "That's right— there's no use in running, so leave her alone!"

The four guys remained quiet, momentarily glancing at each other before uttering the words you'd been dreading yet anticipated. "Go after her!"

You clutched your bag firmly and took off at full speed before they could finish their sentence. You sped along the sidewalk, with multiple racing footsteps trailing behind. Your heart thudded loudly against your chest, and you can feel blood rush to your ears as the adrenaline coursed through your body.

You made a couple of alternative turns, traveling a longer route to the spot where you plotted to arrest the men in the end, giving the cops a bit more time to arrive.

You even hurled everything and anything you could find on the path to slow or stop them for a moment, allowing you a bit more energy to continue. But, thankfully, you reached the small vicinity of the specific location you gave to the authorities.

Just as you were about to come to a stop and turn to confront them, a stone-hard object hit your lower back, causing you to hiss in pain and tumble forward. You grip the back side of your ribcage, your bag sprawled on the ground beside you, and your snacks spilled. "Well, that's going to bruise."

You turn your head to see the thing that was hurled at you. And your eyes widened slightly, indeed it was a rock that hit you. Holy hell...

You try to stand up but struggle since the bruise that is now forming hurts like a bitch. You begin to perspire as you realize they are already approaching you menacingly.

You rotate your injured body around to face the four men. "You are all fucking crazy. Screw you all."

One of them smirks wickedly. "Hm, maybe after we get that evidence from you."

The shortest one crouches himself to your level. "Not so smart for a lone small girl to run in such a secluded place like this."

"You can scream, but no one will hear or come to help you." He gets uncomfortably close to your face, causing you to curl in distaste.

You spat in his face and headbutt his nose, followed by a loud cracking noise that drives him to cry out in pain while holding his nose. "The fucking bitch broke my nose!"

You grin smugly at them. "I will never give it up."

The tallest, with a nose stud, grabs your collar roughly. "Then we'd be delighted to beat it out of you." And your body filled with faint fear, but you tried to disguise it, knowing they'd simply enjoy it more. ‎ ‎ ‎

tw: mentions of violence and minor blood

Then you're abruptly pulled up and kicked hard in the gut by someone's knee, followed by a strong punch across your jaw. You dropped on all fours on the ground, coughing violently and feeling slightly dizzy.

You can hear them chuckle at the sight of you, which irritates you further. I still need to stall them, get them angry enough that they wouldn't notice anyone else approaching us, you schemed.

You blink repeatedly to lessen your dizziness for a brief while before continuing with your plan. "You know what, now that I think about it, I actually got a quick view— and man, do you have a small dick, no doubt a woman wouldn't enjoy that."

"Who's one was it again?" You turn your head to look at them as they all pause to stare at you, making you chuckle. "Never mind, it makes sense that all of you have tiny dic—"

You were kicked in the stomach again before you could finish your sentence. "Shut up!"

Your body jerks backward, causing you to land on your back, and despite your pain, you begin to laugh, confusing the four men. "Why are you laughing? You crazy bitch."

You cough as blood stains your lips scarcely. "It's just— my mom can hit harder than you."

And right then and there, you've achieved your reckless goal. Their expressions said it all; they were enraged by your remark and could no longer tolerate it.

It's like you can see the steam coming out of their ears despite the low light surrounding you and their eyes visibly darken if that was even possible.

As if you couldn't get enough, you kept going. "Or maybe I shouldn't have used 'mom,' since it must be a touchy subject for you."

"I bet you felt powerful when you were violating that poor girl because mommy didn't give you enough attention when you were little. How pitiful of you."

At this point, you're questioning if you're plain crazy or if you don't even value your life by saying that. But your absurd idea succeeded either way; you obviously struck a nerve with your careless words, and you were undoubtedly certain they only saw red from here on out. That made you silently gulp, waiting for what was to come from them, and you just hoped that the cops would arrive soon because if they didn't, you'd either be unable to walk or beaten to death.

You silently take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the massive amount of pain that was about to overtake you. And seconds later, the repeated blows from their feet slammed against you, and you instinctively raised your hands to your head, shielding it.

For the next long minute, you did a decent job suppressing your cries to a minimum, until you felt the most excruciating strike across your spine, forcing you to burst out loudly but briefly from your sobs. Even still, these despicable men never stopped, rather encouraging them to continue.

tw ended

Meanwhile, in the distance, a black Audi SUV drives slowly along the same ostensibly desert street, carrying seven exceptionally attractive men.

"See, I told you not to put Namjoon-hyung in charge of directions!" A certain lip-pierced man complains. "Now, we're lost!"

"No, I was only following directions from Google Maps! And it told me that we needed to turn left! I apologize for trying to take a quicker way back to the house!" Namjoon retorts defensively from the passenger seat.

"For the last three nights we've always followed the same route—no back roads—and I'm pretty sure we've made it home just fine." Sighs the second-oldest.

He pinches his nose bridge. "Everyone knows that taking back roads as a shortcut is a red flag."

"Exactly! Thank you Yoongi hyung." The same pierced-lip man huffs.

"Alright, let's calm down- it's not the end of the world. We can still find our way back."

"And how do you suppose we do that, Hobi-hyung? We're traveling down an empty street with barely any lights, and all of our phones have lost service." A man with pink plump lips anxiously questioned the older.

Hobi's lips thinned; to be honest, he didn't know how to answer that, but what he did know is that he didn't want his best friends arguing over the matter. Especially since this was meant to be their vacation together, away from hectic schedules and drama.

"For the time being, we'll simply keep going down the road slowly until either of us gets service or we find another promising road that will get us out of here." The driver, the eldest of them all, proposed, relieving Hobi of the pressure.

He casts a glance at each of them. "But he's right though. Although we're lost at the moment, we will eventually find our way back and we'll all be okay."

"I agree with Jin hyung." Namjoon spoke up. "Let's not turn this into a fight, we're supposed to enjoy our time together. But right now, given the situation and how late it is, let's stay attentive."

For a moment, everyone remained silent, their gaze fixed on their leader until they all nodded in accord.

For the next few minutes of silence, Jin drives down the dark, deserted street, while the others keep their attention out the window for any sign of exit from the secluded location.

After a little while, one of the members starts to become a bit impatient, desiring to get out sooner, he leans forward with a slight pout on his cat-like-looking face. "Hyung, can you drive a little faster, it's not like it's raining or something."

Jin sighs. "Fine, but I can't go too fast, I don't want us to miss an exit out of here."

Jin proceeds to press his foot heavier on the gas pedal, making the car accelerate gradually. The car moved faster and thankfully, as they passed along, more and more light posts appeared, relieving some anxiety off the seven men.

With the maknae line in the second row of the car, Jimin seated at the left window, looking out at the endless amount of trees, Taehyung, that sat in the middle whose gaze fixed on the road ahead, and finally, Jungkook seated on the right window, looking at the empty sidewalk until a group of men ganging on a petite figure who's curled on the ground suddenly caught his attention.

His eyes widen at the scene. "Hyung, stop the car!"

Everyone jumps at the maknae's abrupt outburst, including Jin who slams on the break out of fright. Jungkook quickly unbuckles his seatbelt as the rest looks at him with a mixture of confusion and fear. But he ignores their stares and swiftly rushes out of the car, shutting the door before his older members could call out to him.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" He yells, as he speedily approaches the men, roughly shoving the closest guy to you away.

He didn't waste another second to check on your beaten figure. "Are you okay?!"

You painfully open your eyes, your sight blurry, and your hearing cloudy but you were able to make out a piece of what the unknown man had said to you. You let out a shaky breath and nod weakly at him, you mentally thank him and made a mental note to thank him verbally when you have the chance— given the predicament you're in right now...

"YA! Jungkook-ah! What do you think you're doing?!" Jin yells as he rushes up to you and the other six.

"They were beating her up! I saw it!" Jungkook responds by tenderly placing you on his lap. "Look at her!"

The remaining six sets of eyes followed your miserable figure before turning to the four men who had been looming over you earlier. Despite the dim lighting, they could easily see the horrible bruises that were forming all over you and the blood that had stained your lips. When it clicks in their heads, all they can think about is disgust and rage. How on earth can human beings be so cruel?

One of the four barbaric men who lingered in front of you and Jungkook suddenly approached. "Who do you think you are?! Get out of our way, this isn't your business!"

"That slut deserves every shit she gets."

Quickly intervening, Namjoon pushes the nose-studded man's shoulder back. "I don't think so. When four men overpower and beat on another person, anyone with human decency would make it their business."

He chuckles mockingly, then attempts to measure Namjoon. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"Don't. Don't try it." Namjoon clenched his jaw as Jungkook threw the deadliest glare at the group of disgusting men. Jimin and Yoongi surround their leader on each side of him.

Though Jimin is not the biggest of the two groups, he excels in physical defense due to his proficiency in three different martial arts, training to use bare hands with lethal precision, and a weapon designed to kill someone with a single strike. Similarly, Yoongi, while he may not have professional fighting credentials like Jimin, Jungkook, and Jin, you can bet that when the situation calls for him to protect his loved ones, he can indeed be frighteningly convincing and intimidating when confronted by him.

No one from either side stepped down from their trading glares and silent combat, and no one noticed the three police cars pulling to the scene until they got out of their vehicles. "Police! Put your hands up where we can see them!"

The cops all pointed their nonlethal firearms at them. Bangtan followed the orders, but the four men immediately fled. "Go! That bitch snitched!"

Four cops quickly pursued them. "Hey! Get back here!"

The seven men were approached by the two remaining officers. "Please state your name and the reason you're here."

"My name is Namjoon Kim, we're visiting from Korea. My friends and I got lost on this route while trying to find our way back to our accommodation when my youngest friend—" Namjoon makes an eye-directed gesture at Jungkook. "I caught those men beating on the girl."

"We intervened… I'm assuming she called you about those men."

The two cops exchanged glances, nodded, and then lowered their stun guns. "You can relax now. Yes, we did receive a call from her."

"Thank you for stepping in. We'll take over from here." The officer said as the remainder of the crew, including the four assailants, rejoined them.

"Put them in the back." The same officer orders partners and they comply with nods.

He then turns back to address Namjoon. "You said you were lost; do you need help getting out of here?"

"Uh-" Namjoon was ready to respond when Jungkook interrupts. "Hyung."

The rapper glances down at his dongsaeng, understanding what Jungkook is expressing. "I think we're more worried about giving that girl medical attention."

"Is an ambulance on its way?" He inquired.

The officer shook his head. "No, she asked that no ambulance be dispatched to the location."

Namjoon frowns slightly. Isn't it standard procedure to notify an ambulance to the scene?

"We'll take her to a clinic or something, Joon-ah. We can't afford to wait for an ambulance." Jin abruptly spoke out.

Namjoon hums and returns his attention to the officer. "Is there a hospital nearby where we can take her?"

For a brief moment, the elder man ponders. "Ah, yes, there's one ten minutes from here. Would you like the name and address for it?"

"Yes, please." The policeman then walks to his vehicle, probably to write it down.

Meanwhile, Jin crouches next to Jungkook, who is still holding the girl. He studies your body for any injuries he may have overlooked till a soft groan leaves your lips.

They're all staring at you now, as your eyelids flutter open. "Ya, are you okay?"

Jin then pauses, wait, we're in America, speak English you pabo, he scolds himself. However, you spoke before he could ask the same question in English. "T-thank you, I'll be okay."

You could speak Korean so well because you spent endless hours watching k-dramas and listening to BTS songs. Plus, you've always thought the language was beautiful, so you may or may not have paid for language courses…

The band is taken aback and rendered speechless. The officer comes back to Namjoon with a piece of paper in his hand. "This is the hospital's address."

The leader graciously smiles. "Thank you, sir."

"That's no problem. Drive safely, and thank you once more for your help. Have a good night."

The seven members of the group nodded their heads in accord while donning modest smiles, and the police cars began to drive away. Even though you had only just awoken from your short unconsciousness, you heard the police mention the hospital to whoever was with you. This causes you to panic since you do not want to go to a hospital.

You're nineteen, but you still live with your parents and are covered by their medical insurance, so they'll be the first to know about your presence there. And you don't want that, especially since they're on vacation out of the country right now.

"No, don't take me there. No hospital." You say to the stranger or strangers, rather, that's with you since your head is still foggy.

"Why-? You need help." Jungkook glances down at you, concerned.

You shook your head, groggily. "N-no hospital, please…"

"I know a clinic nearby; I'll guide you there." You tell them. "P-please…"

Jin sighs quietly, turning to make eye contact with Namjoon as if they're having a telepathic conversation. "Okay, then we won't take you there. Help her back to the car, Jungkook."

Suddenly, Namjoon felt a hand on his shoulder. He pivots to meet the second-oldest member's gaze. "You sure about this Joon-ah?"

"What are we supposed to do? We can't just leave her here." Namjoon answers with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"I know…" The elder mutters before the two of them follow the others back to the car.

Jungkook takes your frail body to the vehicle as Taehyung rushes ahead of you to open the door for a comfortable entry.

"Easy, easy, easy…" Taehyung murmurs as he assists Jungkook in gently and properly positioning you, laying your body across the two youngest members' laps.

Your legs on Taehyung's lap, and your head in Jungkook's. Jin starts the engine shortly after the rest of the group enters the car. He looks at your form in the rearview mirror. "Excuse me, where do I go from here?"

Jungkook glances at you, pushing stray hairs from your face. "Um, ya… Can you direct Jin-hyung so you can get treated soon?"

You shift around in his lap a bit, letting out a heavy breath and nodding faintly. "Y-you have to take the f-first right turn… And after that, the s-second left turn. It'll lead you back to the main road…"

Jin nods, mentally repeating and memorizing your instructions. He then continues along the road, following your guide, and they soon arrive at the well-lit streets of the bustling road, crowded with passing vehicles.

And the seven men let out a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding. You were able to sit up a little when the car reached the streets, evoking a worried reaction from Jungkook. "Don't get up too quickly-!"

Your lips curled slightly upward. "Don't worry, I'll manage until we get there."

"So, where do I go now?" Asked Jin.

"Continue straight and turn right at the next stop light… Then, continuing straight, you'll notice the clinic building on your left. You won't miss it." You explained.

"Okay. You can rest now." Jin responds.

"T-thank you." You said as you fell back onto Jungkook's stranger's lap.

Jin eventually arrives at the medical clinic a few minutes later. You were right, the brightly lit vacant parking lot with the red cross sign displaying the enormous bold letters "Urgent Care Center" was difficult to miss.

Everyone exits the vehicle, with you once again in Jungkook's arms, being brought inside. You spoke out while your eyes were closed. "Ask for Charlene Reigns."

"Hyung! She said to ask for someone." Jungkook called out to Namjoon.

Namjoon rushes up to you. "What's their name?"

"Doctor Charlene Reigns."

Namjoon turns, grabbing the attention of a passing nurse. "Hi, my um… Someone here is hurt, and we need a doctor, her name is Doctor Charlene Reigns."

The female nurse kindly nods, catching a glimpse of you. "Okay, no problem, let's put her in a room for the time being. I'll fetch her a wheelchair."

"Thank you," Namjoon responds.

Within a few moments, the same nurse returns with the wheelchair. Jungkook then quickly and gently placed you in the wheelchair, and the nurse escorted you all to a private room.

"Here we are—" She then lowers herself to your level. "Hello, ma'am, can you hear me?"

You flick your eyes at her. "Yes…"

"Do you think you're able to put yourself on to the bed next to you?" She politely inquires.

You nodded silently as you clutched the wheelchair handles on either side and lifted yourself up as best you could, with Jungkook and Taehyung slightly behind you, their hands stretched before them in case you fell backward.

You then sat down on the medical fowler bed. You raise your head, preparing for the next set of instructions from the nurse, when you realize who the strangers have been with you the entire time.

Your face was flushed with surprise and recognition as your eyes expanded at the sight of them. This absolutely could not be happening right now, you mentally screamed to yourself.

But you stayed mute about the realization; you may not be in the best state of mind to say anything right now, but you know you won't reveal anything about this current interaction with them to anybody other than your close friend, whom you conveniently requested in this clinic.

You have immense respect for them as a fan, and you know better than to disrupt and invade their privacy during what may be their vacation time away from their tedious work.

"All right, now that you're settled in, I'll ask you some basic questions, and Doctor Reigns will be with you shortly."

"Is that okay?" The woman asks of you.

"Yes, that's okay."

"Okay, to get started, what's your name, sweetheart?"

"Y/N L/N." You answered.

"Date of birth?"

"Y/BD, 2004." [ your/birthday ]

The lady hums as she jots down your details on the clipboard-attached paper. "Are you comfortable telling me what brought you in tonight?"

When you divert your gaze toward them, the band notices a hint of reluctance in your eyes. But Namjoon sends you a reassuring gaze. "W-well, I-I was helping this girl… These men forced themselves on her, and I became furious and called the cops after recording enough evidence against them."

"They chased after me, and I led them to the location where I had notified the cops so that they could arrest them since I knew it would take them a long to reach the exact location where I had caught them."

"I made it to the exact location, but they got to me… and I guess you can easily figure out how it went on from there." You chuckle, gesturing to yourself.

The nurse listens closely to your story, giving you a sympathetic look as you explain. "Well, first of all, let me say that I commend your brave actions."

Your lips twitch into a tiny smile. "It was the right thing to do. Nobody should have to go through that."

"Right… Second, I'm glad to hear you're okay. May I know the extent of your injuries?"

"Um, I'm quite sure I have a bad bruise somewhere on my lower back since they threw a rock at me."

The expressions on the members' faces say it all: they were not expecting that. It is appalling for someone to use such extreme measures to silence someone for doing morally. As if they had not already been enough angered by those men earlier.

"I'm sorry- did you say a-a rock?" Your remark stuns the nurse.

You rub your neck sheepishly. "Heh, yeah… I guess so."

"Al-Alright, anything else?" She questions.

"They were kicking me, so I think it's safe to say that I received several bruises and coughed up some blood."

She nods in understanding, noting your conditions. "And how terrible is the pain on a scale of one to 10, with ten being the worst?"

"And be completely honest."

You look away bashfully. "An eight…"

She hums as she finishes writing down your comments. "Well, based on your descriptions, you might need an x-ray simply to make sure you didn't sustain any internal bruises or fractures."

"However, Doctor Reigns will do a more complete examination of your injuries and give you the necessary treatment. I'll deliver her these, and she'll be in here soon." She informs you, to which you nod, and then she departs the room, leaving you with the world's biggest boy band.

The air seems awkward now that you've noticed the individuals accompanying you. This isn't how you envisioned meeting the people you truly admire in the world. And certainly not the impression you want to project in front of them.

You gaze at them hesitantly, clearing your throat. "H-Hi…"

Jimin's face softened first, displaying his eye smile. "Hello, I'm relieved you're fully conscious now."

"I-I'm thankful as well…" You utter. "B-but, um, I'm sorry, I know you guys weren't planning on saving a random girl from being beaten up and taken to a clinic…"

The oldest member shakes his head. "Don't apologize, like a good person once said, it was the right thing to do."

Your expression brightens and the rest softly smiles at that.

"But what the nurse said was correct; what you did was really brave and must have taken a lot of courage." Jin said.

"I'm just glad I was able to intervene before things got far worse. I can't imagine how that girl must feel right now." Your face drops into a melancholy look.

"I agree. And I can't image how much pain you must be feeling right now." Jin casts an empathic stare your way.

You shrug. "I'll be alright. Again, I apologize for disrupting your vacation plans."

"Seriously, don't apologize, it's not your fault." Namjoon tells you this time.

Your shoulders slump, finally giving in and accepting it. "Okay…"

"You know who we are, don't you?" He questions.

You nod honestly; there's no way you could lie to them about it. "Of course and I know you guys are on hiatus right now."

"So I promise not to bother you guys again once this is over. I truly want you to enjoy your time away from the drama." You tell them truthfully. "And I honestly won't tell anyone of this encounter at all."

"The only person who'll know is my friend."

"Your friend…? Is that the doctor you requested?" The man with the slender frame, that you recognize is Hoseok asks.

"Yeah, I go here if I have an accident. And because it is a clinic, no contacts will be called, and the services are paid upfront, so you will not have to worry about the bill later." You explain to them.

"Ah... Is that why you were avoiding the hospital?" Namjoon quirks a brow. "Did you not want your parents to know?"

"Yeah... I don't want to ruin their couple's vacation out of the country." You reply.

He chuckles. "Oh, what a thoughtful little rascal you are..."

You smirk at that. "Am I?"

"Well, I learned from the best…" You then flash a wry smirk.

"Oh really? And who might that be?" Namjoon follows suit.

You lean in closer, one hand cupping your mouth as you whisper. "My bias..."

Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook all giggle at your response. While Jin and Yoongi smirks amusingly, Namjoon raises his eyebrows with playfulness.

"So, who is your bias?" Jungkook questions, a smile on his face.

You hum, appearing to be thinking. "Hmm, guess…"

You laugh as you see Jungkook's face fall in betrayal. Then he pouts. "That's not fair-! I carried you, you know."

You're shocked, and the warmth spreads across your cheeks. Did he just say he carried you? Can this get any more embarrassing? You hoped you weren't too hefty for him. But wait, you were carried by THE Jeon Jungkook…

That's it, you might just pass out again and die. And you sort of wish you did right now because the humiliation is killing you.

"Oh, you did that?" You stuttered.

Taehyung punches Jungkook on the shoulder, causing him to whine. "Good job, Jk, you just made the girl awkward now."

Jungkook seemed perplexed for a moment before turning to face you. "Eh? Oh, I'm so sorry! But don't worry, I did it because I wanted to…"

Your eyes widened. HE WANTED TO?? I can die peacefully now, you thought.

"Ya, Jungkook!" Jin scolds jokingly.

The maknae is frantically waving his hands as he panickedly stares at you. "S-sorry-!"

He was about to apologize again when the door swung open, revealing your best friend wearing light blue scrubs under a white coat, a stethoscope around her neck, white surgical latex gloves, and the same clipboard as the nurse earlier in her hand.

As she steps in and approaches you, her expression is a mix of worry and anger. "You crazy girl!"

"Charlene! How are you doing, my dear friend?" You smiled at her, hoping to avoid another lecture from her.

She puts her hands on her hips. "Oh, I don't know, how do you think someone would feel knowing their close friend was violently beaten up tonight?"

"A bit concerned?"

She scowls at you. "I am more than a little concerned, young lady!"

"I told you to stay out of trouble!" She nags you, leading you to moan. To be honest, getting lectured by Charlene is better than having a talk with your parents if you go to the hospital.

"Technically I didn't cause the trouble! You know I wouldn't walk away from it!" You argued.

"You're lucky these wonderful and very attractive men arrived just in time, because who knows what may have happened if they hadn't!" As she continues, the furrow between her brows deepens.

"Okay, I get it, Char, I'll be careful next time, I promise." You surrendered.

She narrows her eyes at you. "That's what you told me the last two times."

The last two times?! What on earth did you do to end up in this place the past two times? Bangtan continues to be stunned by the girl that you are. Is it bravery, courage, or simply recklessness?

"There better be no next time Y/N. Do you hear me?" She demands of you.

"Yes, no next time…" You sigh.

"Good. Now- I know you mentioned the pain is really bad, but I'm going to have to scan you for an x-ray to be sure you're not bruising internally or have any fractures." She mentions.

"Do you mind helping her into the wheelchair again, I have to bring her out for a few minutes." Charlene looks at the band until Jungkook steps forward.

But you lift a palm, stopping him. "It's okay, I can get into the chair by myself. You've done enough, thank you."

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Asked your best friend.

You scoff at her in jest. "I'm not a baby."

"Well, in my eyes, you're still the same fourteen-year-old girl I met the first time." She snorts, causing you to whine.

"Shut up, Charlene-!" The seven men broke out giggling at your reply, worsening the scorching sensation in your cheeks.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." She chuckles as she wheeled you out of the room.

When you return to your room, you once again, climb back onto the bed, waiting for Charlene to tell you the results.

She exhales, looking over the scans. "You're lucky. No internal bleeding, bruises, or fractures."

"However, considering the extent of the bruises on your back and abdomen, it may take several weeks for them to heal fully. The best thing I can do for you is to offer you some pain medication and advise you to limit your physical movements." She tells you.

"Understood doc." You smile, then glance at the band. "See, I'll be okay."

They all lip-smile at your comment.

"I'll also give you some fever medication as well, in case you get one. It doesn't always happen but it's common." She adds.

"Okay, thanks again, Charlene."

"Well, that's the good news..."

And your cheerful demeanor quickly fades. "What do you mean? What's the bad news?"

She sends a solemn expression. "The clinic changed its policy here."

"What? I-I don't get it…" Your face twists in confusion.

"Y/N… We've lately seen a rise in the number of teenagers and young adolescents visiting the clinic simply to avoid having to call their parents. Essentially, the reason you've come here…" She elaborates. "The problem is, you know, this clinic only treats non-life threatening injuries—but these kids have been coming in with these accidents, and it's getting out of hand."

"So, the medic board ruled that they'll raise the cost when you pay upfront, or if you don't want to, the only option is to use your medical insurance you know, by law, we'll have to call the first people on your emergency contacts."

As you begin to comprehend the news, you find yourself speechless. "And how much do I need to pay now?"

"Because you needed an x-ray, it adds to the service… But, your medical insurance will cover it, so you'll just have to pay around six hundred dollars." She answers.

Even though your medical insurance allows you to pay a fixed sum, hearing that estimate causes your throat to clog. "And how much would I have to pay without the use of medical insurance…?"

Charlene is silent for a few seconds, but you're dreading her response. "Thirteen hundred."

You feel sick. Thirteen hundred? You'll have to pay thirteen hundred upfront. You honestly felt like throwing up right now.

"I-I don't have that kind of money, Char…" You breathe.

"I know…" She stares at you with sadness in her eyes.

"D-does the clinic offer installments?"

Your best friend bites her lip. "I don't know, I'd have to ask the head nurse."

"But Y/N, with installments, you'll be looking at two years every month to pay it off. Are you sure you want that?"

"What choice do I have Char?" You say defeated.

"You shouldn't have to pay this much for such a minor service; I think you should use your medical insurance." She advises, her face troubled.

You shook your head. "I'm NOT doing that. Like you said, you know my reasons, especially now."

"I'll pay the bill in installments, even if it means skipping out on lunch and breakfast for several months." You insist.

Charlene's shoulders dropped, knowing she couldn't argue with you any longer. You're a stubborn girl, far too stubborn at times actually, whether it's for the good of others or an insane spontaneous idea you come up with in your crazy head. And once you've made up your mind on anything, it's nearly useless to try to change your mind.

"Please, Char…" You begged.

With a sigh, she nods in defeat. "Okay, I'll be back and let you know what they say."

"Thank you." You say before she leaves the room again.

You let out a tense sigh and then looked up, noticing the seven members' concerned expressions. You were going to ask why, when it hit you…

"You all understand English, don't you…?" And they all affirmed by nodding. Of course, they do Y/N, you're an idiot.

"You know, we could pay it for you…" The man with deep dimples proposes to you.

"Absolutely not. Don't waste your money on me- especially not on a girl you just met an hour ago." Indecorously, you say.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. It's only money, and it comes and goes." Jin reassures you.

You remain defiant. "But you don't know me. If you think I'd let you pay for my blunder, you're insane."

"And you'd be insane if we let you suffer for something you shouldn't have to!" Jimin frowns at you. He was extremely saddened when he heard you say you were willing to starve yourself only to pay a debt.

"You're struggling and that's okay. But you won't be struggling alone; you have people who care, even if we don't know who you are." Jungkook tries to convince you.

"What if I betray you?" You voice your concerns.

"Will you, though?" Jungkook tilts his head.

You reply swiftly, meeting his eyes. "I could never do that. I would hate myself for it, honestly."

Jungkook smirks. "That's touching, but don't hate yourself."

The men seemed to be about to say something more when the door opened again, only to discover your boyfriend entering the room instead of Charlene. This immediately bewilders the group; seeing an unfamiliar man suddenly enter your room triggers their protective mode, especially considering what happened earlier.

Namjoon, who is closest to the door, stops your boyfriend with a stern expression. "Who are you?"

Your boyfriend comes to a halt, his expression contorted in hostility. "I think the real question is, who are you?"

You perk up in your bed in a panic, realizing the issue may potentially worsen, but Jungkook catches your movement and quickly shields you behind him.

"No, it's okay guys! I know him!" You instantly stepped in.

The band members all glanced at you, waiting for your explanation as you returned their look meekly. "H-my he's my boyfriend."

Jungkook's eyes widened, and he moved away from you, leaving you cold.

Namjoon receives a smug look from your boyfriend as he reluctantly gets out of his path. Timothee then resumes his approach to you.

"Babe, what the hell? Who are these guys?" He immediately interrogates you.

And up until now, the person who had been silently observing had let out a scoff, but none of you seemed to hear it since no one looked at Yoongi.

He's in disbelift by your boyfriend's initial words. No, are you okay? what happened? None of the above? What an asshole, he thinks to himself. Yoongi already dislikes him.

"They're…." You gave them a brief glance before returning your gaze to him. "They came to my help when I was attacked while attempting to save a little girl."

"Why didn't you call me?" He scrunches his brows.

You tilt your head in confusion. "I couldn't because… I phoned the police prior to getting attacked so they could arrest the attackers."

"And after? Before you got here?"

Yoongi's jaw clenches; what the heck is up with him?

"I-I'm not sure, my brain was cloudy even before I arrived here." You explain to him, thinking he would understand. You're utterly humiliated right now; this conversation between you and your boyfriend is ludicrous, and it doesn't help that the other seven guys in the room are well aware of what's going on but aren't saying anything about it.

"Come on, you're supposed to be my girlfriend; I should be the first to hear about this." Timothee patronizes you.

You simply nodded and averted your sight. "I know, I'm sorry…"

You've concluded that attempting to reason with him is pointless since it would just result in an explosive fight, as you've learned the past two times, and you don't want Bangtan to witness any of it.

However, unknown to you, they are already detecting all of the red flags between the two of you, which further adds to their concern for you. It truly hurts them to watch you so easily surrender to him; he never once asked about your condition.

"Why did you come here in any way?" He switches the subject.

"Well, I knew that if I went to the hospital, my parents would be contacted straight away, and I didn't want that because they're on vacation." You responded.

His expression brightens. "Oh-? Your parents aren't home then? You're by yourself?"

They boys did not appreciate what he was implying at all. If anything, it made them feel sick.

"Yeah… But why?" You asked.

He shrugged as he neared your bed. "Scooch over—" You shift slightly to the opposite side to make way for him to sit on your bed. "Well, the other day I got into a fight with my mom, and she kicked me out."

"Timothee, what-? Again?"

He nods. "Yep, and since you mentioned you're parents aren't home, maybe I can stay over in the meantime. Do you know how long more until they come back?"

"They come home next week." You reply.

"See, that's perfect, it works out!" He smiles at you.

"Why don't try makeup with your mom though?" You suggest.

He only groans. "Babe, whose side are you on?"

His remark stuns you. "Of course, yours, but isn't your relationship with your family, especially your parents, important?" You try to console him.

He sighs grumpily. "Look, I don't want to talk about it, can you just drop it?"

And you take it as your sign to stop talking about it since you don't want to upset him any further. And you truly hope that the others don't notice your tenseness and dismiss it as another silly couple's fight.

Oh, but it's actually just the contrary; despite seeming to be distracted by their phones and pretending not to be listening in and being silent, they are not stupid. The way your 'boyfriend' talks to you and how you reply tells them that this is more than just a 'couple's argument.

"So, how come you're waiting here? Are you being discharged soon?"

You nod. "I'm waiting for Charlene to tell me if I can pay the bill in installments, and then I'll go."

He hums in acknowledgment. "Speaking of money, I'm running short on gas and just have a couple dollars on me right now. Do you have any twenty-dollar bills I might borrow, babe?"

They truly cannot believe what is coming out of that man's mouth. It's so shocking that their ears pricked up slightly the instant it was spoken. He's really asking that from you at this time?

You blink in surprise, you weren't expecting him to bring this up here, but you guess Timothee is always full of surprises nowadays. "What? I thought you were working for your uncle still? Aren't you getting paid?"

Your boyfriend shook his head, rolling his eyes. "No, I quit, he was on my back too. I guess my mom talked to him."

You paused for a time, contemplating how to let him down gently. "I really can't afford to give you money right now, Babe…"

Completely unnoticed by you, pride rises in their chest, feeling proud that you said no to him. Because, in all honesty, he does not deserve it.

"Maybe my next paycheck." The feeling vanished from them instantaneously. You're obviously struggling, yet you still go out of your way for him? That isn't fair.

"But babe, I really need it now." In an attempt to persuade you, he begs, pulling his bottom lip out. And the band prays you'll say no.

You're silent for a little while. "...Fine, how much do you really need?"

"Yes! Thank you, and just a couple of twenties." He beams at you.

You gulp as you notice your bag next to Yoongi. You don't want your boyfriend to know they speak English because he'll flip out, so you called his attention in Korean. "Yoongi-ssi…"

You take his glance up from his phone as an invitation to continue. "Could you grab my wallet for me in my bag, please? It's black leather."

He readily follows, burrowing his hand inside your bag and pulling out your wallet. He then begins to approach you, but Timothee blocks his path when he is only two steps away. "I can take it, thanks."

Yoongi stares at your boyfriend with an unreadable, almost emotionless expression. But instead of handing him your wallet, he goes behind him and gives it to you.

And as you both extend your hands, you detect a hint of frustration in his eyes as you reach for your wallet and he hands it to you. But you don't realize it's not directed at you, but at the inconsiderate idiot standing behind him.

When he turns around to go back to his seat, he finds the man with curly hair clearly frowning. "She asked for her wallet, not you."

Then he takes his seat, returning his focus to his phone while your boyfriend's eyes lingered on him.

"Tim, just let it go and come here." He simply huffs as he approaches you.

Namjoon sighs quietly, having had enough of your boyfriend, and quickly rises from his seat, drawing your attention.

"I'm going to head out real quick. A get some cold water for me."

You nod, and he walks out of the room. After he's gone, you go through your wallet, checking through your bills. "I have a fifty dollar bill and two twenty dollar bills…"

His grin broadens. "That's great!"

"I thought fifty is enough? I thought you didn't have to pay so much for gas?" You questioned.

"Yeah... But what about my food?"

"You said you're going to stay over, I could make you food." You said. "And besides, shouldn't you have left over from last week when I gave you that hundred dollars?"

"I used it all." He replied

Their eyes widened, and they wonder if their ears are betraying them because you gave him a hundred dollars and he just used it up that fast?!

"But since you're offering your amazing cooking services, who am I to refuse?" He shoots you a teasing smile. "If that's the case, I can just take the fifty."

You pull out the fifty dollar bill, handing it to him as if you’re handing candy to a child, and at the same time, the door reopens. And there walks in Charlene. "What the hell is going on?"

"Why are you giving him money?" She frowns at the scene, as she walks further into the room.

"His mom kicked him out so he's been living in his car, since the other day." You explained.

"And he needs the money because...?" She crosses her arm, clearly disapproving of the action.

"He's low on gas he said." You answer.

And your best friend scoffs, making Timothee tilt his head in confusion. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing, I just need to talk to Y/N in private." She shoots daggers at your boyfriend. "Meaning you have to leave."

"But they're here." He points to the band whose attention still remains on their cell phones.

"And?" Charlene quirks a brow. "Have they said anything or reacted while you guys been talking?"

Your boyfriend goes quiet.

"Exactly my point. Now leave." She orders him.

And you watch as Timothee's shoulders slump while he makes his way to the door empty-handed, simultaneously Namjoon reenters the room passing him. The two men make brief eye contact before Timothee finally exits the room.

And you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and noticed Charlene's eyes already on you. "I know what you're going to say..."

"Are you out of your mind Y/N?!" She exclaims. "This has been going on for too long. He can't continue being financially dependent on you whenever he feels like it."

"And if you want it to stop, you can't give in to him like that. And besides, you're already struggling to pay the bills at home, budget for your meals, and now this. You know your job doesn't pay enough for you to afford to do this."

You stay silent, taking in your friend's words. You know this cycle will only get worse the more it prolongs. And your actions earlier clearly aren't towards trying to put an end to it.

"I don't know how to say this without it hurting, because it will and the truth sucks... But honestly Y/N, at this point, he's not treating you like you're his girlfriend anymore, you're basically babying him like you're his mom."

"I know..." You whisper. "But, when I do try to tell him about it, he—"

"He tries to make you feel like the bad guy, and won't let you let him go... Yeah, I know... I can see it." She clenches her teeth.

Then you turned to the group that have been far too quiet the whole time. You suddenly stood up, causing them to stand up surprised. "Why are you—"

You know you aren't in Korea but you truly want to express your apologies for what they had to witness. It hurts your ego and dignity but you just have so much admiration for them that you just can't ignore it. So, without hesitation, you dropped to knees in front of them, bowing on the ground. "I'm sorry you had to listen and watch that. I'm really sorry, I know you don't want to be here right now."

"Wait Y/N- Why are you speaking—" And the realization hits her, just like it did with you. And finally, she understands and looks with pity.

Bangtan stares at you with wide eyes, as you stayed bowing in that position. Jimin, again, is the first to act upon the sudden action. "Ya, don't- don't do that."

Jimin kneels in front of you, grabbing your shoulders to sit you up from the ground. "Didn't we already tell you, don't apologize for something that isn't your fault?"

And for a moment, the two of you stare at each other, with sad frowns carved on your faces. "It's okay. You're okay."

He then pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and giving you a gentle warm embrace. You let out a choked laugh as you wrap your arms around him as well, inhaling the comforting scent of his natural scent, soothing your nerves.

"Thank you, Jimin-ssi." You break the hug, softly smiling at him.

"And please, don't call us like that—" Jin says, peering down at the two of you. "You can just call us by our regular names, it's okay."

You nod and Jimin helps you up, returning you to the bed. You then remember that Charlene still had something to tell you. "Hey, Char, what did you want to say?"

"Huh-? Oh, yeah, um- you don't have to worry about the medical bill anymore." She tells you.

Your face scrunches in confusion. "What do you mean? You didn't use my insurance, didn't you?"

"Oh god, no." She responds.

"Then, why—"

"Because I paid for it." The familiar deep raspy voice fills your ears.

And you turn your head, looking at Namjoon. "You what?"

"I paid for it. So you won't have to struggle for months on end for two years paying for that." He said.

You looked at him horrified. "Namjoon, do you have any idea, what you have done?"

"Yes...?"

"That was thirteen hundred dollars, Namjoon! That's a lot!" You exclaimed.

"Y/N, it's alright. Don't worry, look, I hate to be the type to brag but, must I remind you who I am?"

"I'm Kim Namjoon, the leader and part of the biggest music group in the world. I make millions, that thirteen hundred dollars, it does virtually nothing to me." He assures.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder, and you already know who it is. "Y/N, as your best friend, I want you to hear this, for once in your life, allow someone to help you, please."

You gaze down at the floor, breathing deeply, and press your lips together. "O-okay..."

"Thank you Namjoon. And to all of you really." You look at all of them, as they all softly smile at you.

"You should really take a break Y/N-ah, you've been saying thank you too many times tonight." Jimin chuckles.

"That she will- you're cleared to go home hun. As much as I hate it, I called Timothee so that he can take you home. But as soon your inside, take some rest, I mean it." Charlene informs you. "I'll let him know and give you guys some time."

You hummed in agreement as she walks away. When she leaves the room you exhale with a lip smile. "Well, I guess this is it."

Namjoon bobs his head in agreement. "I guess it is..."

"Although I wish it was in better circumstances, I'll still say it was nice meeting all of you." You say,

"Us too." Jin responds to which the six others nod in concur.

"Take care, Y/N, alright?" Said Jimin.

"I will." You grin appreciatively. "I-I know this might be a weird request, but can I hug all of you guys?"

Taehyung chuckles. "It's not weird at all, come here." And he spread his arms open wide and you immediately rush forward into him.

After Taehyung, you did the same for the rest of the members, but when you got to Yoongi, you got a little hesitant, you knew he valued his personal space especially when it's not of the members. So when the two of you look at each other, you struggled to read him, but he, on the other hand, understood you perfectly, because unbeknownst to you, you reminded him a lot of himself in the past. And now, he wants to help you.

So without warning, he grips your wrist, pulling you into him, making you squeak when your body made contact. He wraps his arms securely around you. And you don't know whether to squeal in happiness or be concerned about his actions. Instead, you chose to silently enjoy his rare display of affection.

When he releases you, none of you noticed how his hands lingered on your shoulders as you exhale heavily, looking at him with soft eyes. "I really needed that..."

Just then the door creaks open again, and Charlene's head pops in and Yoongi quickly retracts his hands. "Y/N... Gotta go. I'll give you your prescriptions before you leave too."

"Okay, I'll be out." You tell her.

You turn back to all seven of them. "Goodbye, guys..."

They all wave at you as you approach the door, your back facing them when you hear a voice before you shut the door behind you. "I hope to meet each other again..."

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