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Bangtan Host Club Chapter Two

Genre: BTS Ot7xf!Reader, Poly!AU, Fluff, Romance, Crack-ish, Eventual Smut.

W/C: 3303

Summary: Tired of your boring mundane life? Become an exclusive member of The Bangtan Host Club™ today and let 7 charming men help you out.

Warnings: This chapter is rated PG13, but future chapters may include Mature Themes. The only real warning is Taekook being general menaces lol.

Disclaimer: Please do not copy/translate or cross-post my work. The tag list is open. Just DM or send an ask to be included.

A/N: Thank you for giving so much love to chapter one. I hope you all enjoy Chapter 2 as well! 💜 I am honestly really enjoying writing this too. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. See you soon with Chapter 3!! 🎀

Chapter 1 << Chapter 2 >> Chapter 3

Jungkook holds the door to the lobby of your apartment building open for you, smiling down at you impishly as you brush past him, thanking him coyly. Once everyone is indoors, Jimin is the first to speak.

“Wait, there must be a supply closet here. Namjoon Hyung, come with me. We should get the tools we need for this little project.” He shifts his stern gaze onto Taehyung and Jungkook as he directs them to keep you company up the stairwell. “Play nice, you two. We’ll be there in no time.”

Taehyung makes a face at this before shrugging. “We are always nice, isn’t that so Kookie?” he winks at Jungkook, who looks away from Taehyung… almost bashfully. Taehyung smiles in what seems like adoration before he turns to you. His smile turns a little playful as he nudges your shoulder with his. “Don’t you wanna take us to your place, pretty girl?”

Jimin audibly sighs before he shoots you a gentle smile. “Like I said, be there soon.” He waves at you and walks down the corridor toward the back of the building, Namjoon following behind him wordlessly. You gesture for Taehyung and Jungkook to follow you with a tilt of your head and turn toward the stairs leading up to your floor.

You trudge up the stairs first, followed closely by the two men. You’ve just about climbed five steps when suddenly you hear snickering behind you. You stop in your tracks and turn around, slightly agitated. Jungkook and Taehyung are close behind you, walking hand in hand. Jungkook stares up at you and blinks his eyes in curiosity. “Why’d you stop?”

“Nothing.” you mutter as you quickly glance away from them and look ahead at the concrete stairs like they have something important to tell you. Even though there are sounds of muffled giggles and murmurs of protest behind you, you keep your eyes straight ahead as you climb the stairs of the two floors. You walk up to your apartment door and slump your back against the hardwood.

Just as you turn around, Taehyung finds your eyes to rest his on. He takes one two three steps and he is standing right in front of you. He places his elbow behind you and leans into your space, his eyes trained on yours as he huffs out in amusement. “You are really pretty, you know…” his voice comes out deeper than before and his eyes fall to your lips, catching the way your tongue peeks out to wet them nervously.

“Thanks” you manage to say meekly under the intensity of his burning gaze which is instantly acknowledged by a deep hum from him. Then, you feel skin brush against your knuckles, and you look down to find Jungkook’s long tattooed fingers slotting against yours. You look up and you feel something in your chest flutter to find Jungkook and Taehyung looking at each other.

“Have you forgotten about me, Hyung?” Jungkook says, and his voice betrays a sense of hurt that is easy to catch. You have never seen a man resembling a kicked puppy like this before. Taehyung, to his credit, looks affronted by this accusation as he shifts his attention to Jungkook, a rueful smile plastered on his lips.

“Kookie, I couldn’t forget you if I tried.” he sighs deeply, shaking his head. Just as Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief, Taehyung continues, once again looking at you, “But she is just so beautiful, she is latching on to all my thoughts.”

Your eyebrows reflexively shoot up to your hairline at his declaration. You feel confused and yet somehow flattered and it only gets harder to articulate your emotions as Jungkook leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder as he solemnly speaks more to himself than anyone else at this point, “I really can’t argue with that.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest but the spell these two seem to place you under twice in the span of a mere hour is broken again by the sound of Jimin clearing his throat. You watch as the sullen expression on Taehyung’s face gives way to a playful pout as he childishly whines to you before pulling away from your space. “Sorry, pretty girl. The party has to be rescheduled.”

You feel more than hear what seems like a breath of a chuckle from Jungkook as he picks his head up from where it had been resting on your shoulder and moves a bit to his left, away from you. He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks at your shocked expression.

“Got the tools.” Jimin says calmly, choosing to completely ignore whatever was going on before he got here. Namjoon gives you a nod too as he approaches the door, holding a yellow toolbox that should be average-sized but looks comically small in his hands. He places it on the floor in front of you and tilts his head at your figure that is still pressed against your door.

It takes you a moment but you manage to compose yourself enough to understand what he means. “Oh yeah, sorry.” you grumble as you feel heat rush the back of your neck, only worsened when you see Jungkook snicker and poke Taehyung’s side, jerking his chin in your direction, definitely noticing your embarrassed state.

Namjoon gets to work on your Europa lock without another word, carefully twisting the metal with some pliers from the inside. Jimin, meanwhile, is regarding you with curiosity and you know he is trying to figure something out about you.

“Do you live alone on this floor?” Even though the question is directed at you, his gaze sweeps across the corridor where the door to another apartment is.

“No, I have a neighbor. An old lady. She is really sweet but she is away for a few days.” you answer easily, pointing in the direction he is looking at already.

“Hmm.” is all he has to add before looking at you again. You can tell Jimin is not being as pleasant to you as he was earlier. There is a sharpness in his eyes now as he regards you. You can’t help but feel intimidated by him and you don’t particularly enjoy his sudden coldness. You decide not to think about it too much and just chalk it up to him not being a big fan of wasting this much of his time helping a stranger he just met. What else could it possibly be?

“What do you do for work?” Jimin asks again, abruptly.

“I am a project manager at LinkSol.”

“LinkSol, as in LinkSol by Hwan Sana?”

“That’s the one. Have you worked there before?” you ask, trying to make this interaction between the two of you feel more conversational and less like an interrogation. However, Jimin tilts his head at you as if your question doesn’t make any sense to him. Even Jungkook snickers from where he has been observing the two of you.

“No, I have not worked at LinkSol. I have been an acquaintance of Ms. Sana for some time now, though.” Jimin explains with a shrug of his shoulders. You watch as his eyes take the liberty of regarding your entire figure. Then with a sudden jerk, his gaze jumps up to your face as if he has caught whatever it was he had been looking for and an amused smile forms on his lips. He is about to say something when his phone starts buzzing incessantly in his jeans pocket. He gives a sideways jerk of his neck as he pulls his phone out with a grin.

“Done.” Namjoon’s smooth voice announces as he pushes the door handle and opens the front door to your apartment.

Glee washes over you in waves as you rush into your apartment. God, you could just roll up into bed right now and have the deepest sleep of your life. Unfortunately, you are once again reminded of your unexpected guests and their kindness when Jimin’s voice breaks you out of your reverie.

“Jin Hyung is calling us all back.” he says and you hear someone, probably Taehyung, groan at the information. Then Jimin’s head peeks around the door of your apartment and he gives you a dazzling smile. “You too. He said something about you forgetting your coat. He seems really forlorn from the sounds of it.”

“Let me get my keys this time.” you say as you walk towards your TV console and pocket the keys, coming back out the door and closing it behind you. Namjoon looks at you with a small shy smile, his dimples making an appearance and you are cruelly reminded of how you never even thanked him.

“Thank you guys so much. I am so grateful to all of you.” You bite your lip shyly as you look at the four beautiful men standing outside your humble apartment. Namjoon looks down at his feet, and Jimin waves a hand in the air to dismiss the whole thing.

“No need to thank us, yet. Let us take you back and you can finish all those cookies you ordered from Hobi Hyung.” He places his hand on your back to guide you back down the stairs. There is a sense of excitement in his actions that does not go amiss by you. Just moments ago it felt like he was scrutinizing you and yet now it feels like he is overjoyed at the idea of taking you back to the cafe and as you walk down the familiar staircase for the second time that evening, you wonder what it is that he seems to have gathered from you.

When you reach the cafe again, it seems livelier. There are other customers inside, ordering drinks and engaging in conversations at various tables in small groups. In fact, as you slowly realize, it seems like the tables are set up in a way that one of the employees are at the center, addressing and chatting with multiple customers at a time. Jimin takes your hand and guides you over to the table where Seokjin is surrounded by about eight people. His eyes meet yours as you take the chair pulled back by Jimin and he gives you a dashing smile. “I thought you’d forgotten all about me, princess.” he coos and you feel the familiar flutter of your heart in your chest.

“Her jacket is what she forgot, I heard.” Jungkook sing-songs as he brushes past you toward the table beside yours, where Taehyung is already seated, surrounded by some people and chatting with them, all smirks and winks.

Seokjin scowls at Jungkook momentarily before regaining his composure and smiling at the table again. “Either way, it does not matter, for you have found your way back to me again and I couldn’t be happier.” he punctuates the end of his sentence with a flying kiss directed at you. The other people at the table sigh longingly at him.

Okay. This whole thing is starting to feel a bit off to you. That’s an awfully romantic thing to say to someone you just know the name of, right? Someone you just met no longer than an hour ago? And what’s with the swooning? Sure, Seokjin is really handsome and charming, but to hang on to all of his words with such reverence? Maybe you are just too tired to understand all of this. Deciding that you should take yourself back home and sleep the weariness off, you stand up from the table, ready to go.

“Thank you guys for everything. I would like to go home now, um, where can I find my coat again?” you ask Seokjin who looks brazenly offended like you’d hurt his pride but, nonetheless, points to a door beside the entrance of the cafe. “Right there, angel.”

You nod and hightail it away from the table. Your eyes meet the cute barista from earlier who waves at you enthusiastically. You feel fondness churn your heart and you wave back at him. You twist the door handle to the coat closet and smack your head right against a person, knocking them and yourself off balance. The sudden inertia brings out a yelp from you. You feel strong arms snaking around your waist and holding you against the chest of the person who has acted as a cushion against your fall. They let out a muffled groan from under you when they fall on their ass, their arms still holding you safely.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” You say and try to get up from your place on the floor far too quickly but your arms are entangled with the person below you, making you slump right back on top of them.

“Patience.” says a deep voice from below you. The arms loosen from their previous position around your waist and instead, hands press against your sides, gently pushing you upward. You press your knees against the hardwood floor as you push your hands against the sides of their shoulders. How dark it is in here is not helping you in any way either. Once sufficiently distanced from the person below you, you look up to find a pair of beautiful, sharp, feline-like eyes staring at you. Even though it is dark you can make out the silhouette of a black mask covering the lower half of their face.

“Are you okay?” a man’s voice asks you and you pull back further now sitting on your knees as you rub along your left elbow, only out of nerves.

“I am fine. Are you?!” you ask, your voice pitching with concern. You would be so embarrassed if this person injured themselves while saving you from falling because you were too busy gawking at the barista. You will never show your face at this establishment again.

“Probably nothing too bad.” he says nonchalantly as he sits up as well. “Yoongi.” he extends his hand to you, “And you?”

You take his hand in yours to shake and give him your name. Slowly, the two of you stand up again and try to find your bearings in the dark. As your eyes slowly adjust to the dark further, you notice that Yoongi is wearing some sort of large coat that is shaped more like a cloak. “Wait,” he says and presses the button behind you on the wall, turning the lights on.

You squint your eyes from the sudden burst of light and catch a flash of pale skin as Yoongi quickly puts his hands inside the pockets of his coat-cloak. You notice he is wearing an entirely black ensemble, with a black mask over his mouth and a black hood pulled over his head. He regards you with the same feline-like eyes that you had been able to catch the intensity of even in the dark.

“People do not usually come in here.” he says with a questioning furrow of his brows.

Before you can answer him the door is pushed open again and Hoseok is clinging to your back.

“I heard a loud thud! Are you both okay?! I got so worried!” he spits out the words rapidly, concern evident in his slightly trembling voice.

“We’re fine, Hoba.” Yoongi answers for both of you and you feel Hoseok rubbing his head into your shoulder as he nods. Gently, he lets go of you and steps back.

“That’s good.” he chirps up the next moment and links his pinky with yours. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Seokjin told me I can find my coat here, I was just leaving.” you tell him and remind yourself.

This seems to sour Hoseok’s mood. He pouts at you adorably. Seriously, how can a grown man be this precious?

“We haven’t even played together!” he whines and bats his eyelashes at you. You feel a compelling urge to coo at him but you choose to suppress it. Instead, you put your hand in his soft blonde hair and ruffle them slightly.

“I am sorry. I kinda just wanna go home and sleep. It has been a long day.” You say and spot your coat neatly hung from a coat rack behind Yoongi. You take the coat off the rack and wear it snugly.

“Aw, you didn’t even enjoy the sweets with me. I would have loved to eat them with you.” Hoseok pouts even more and adds a small sniffle that you immediately recognize as an act of dramatic effect.

“Is it only the sweets you want me for?” you playfully chide him. His adorable pout gives way to a mischievous grin as he giggles and hugs himself to you again, hiding his face on your shoulder.

“You caught me!” he says with a flurry of laughter. Then he pulls away from you as his giggles die down slowly. “I understand you have to go. It makes me sad, though, and not just because of the sweets-related missed opportunity.” he punctuates his words with a gentle nudge of your shoulder.

You jut out your lower lip at him in adoration, imitating his pout from before. “Maybe we will see each other soon! We can surely hang out then, right?”

Hoseok’s smile vanishes for a moment as his eyes scan your face in confusion. Slowly then all at once, his eyes soften in realization, and an even bigger grin forms on his lips. “You are adorable!” he giggles but the joke is lost on you. You still find yourself giggling simply because he is giggling.

Hoseok starts to lead you out of the room with his pinky which is still linked with yours. You hear shuffling of feet behind you and you turn your head slightly to see Yoongi is also following the both of you out, his eyes concentrated on the floor.

Once you reach the counter, Hoseok lets go of your pinky and goes to his rightful place behind it. “How much do I owe you for today?” you ask him, pulling out your wallet from your coat.

He is leaning his palms forward on the counter as he types on the computer in front of him. The card machine starts generating a receipt for you. He tears it and hands you one-half of the receipt. You take the receipt and- huh?

This can NOT be right. That’s way too many zeroes. That’s at least three more zeroes than your entire net worth.

“You made a mistake.” you chuckle nervously as you try to hand the receipt back to Hoseok with wide eyes. He looks at you, presses his lips together, and shakes his head.

“I never make an error. It is absolutely right. You have availed special services of the club today. Multiple hosts left their positions to provide you with a service, even accompanying you to your front door, to be exact. Those are the right charges.” he explains in a cheery yet calm voice that feels anything but reassuring right now.

Hosts? Did he just say hosts? The people who are paid for their company? Then it dawns on you. Bangtan Host Club™. You look around to see how blatantly the name is displayed on the menu cards and the flipbooks on the tables. How several customers are wearing merchandise that reflects the same name. Why had you been so ignorant? Were you so distracted by their charms that you did not even realize what exactly was going on? It is a fucking trademark for God’s sake! How on earth did you miss it?! You feel bile rush up your throat as you look down on the receipt again and the series of zeroes makes you slightly dizzy.

The next words you screech out come from deep within your bones- “WHAT THE FUCK!”

Taglist: @im-sinking-in-mud @comingupwithacoolnameishard @loumin908

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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Pockets

Kim Seokjin/Reader

Summary: It's exciting to find random pockets... Warnings: It's literally not good, but I couldn't get the idea out my head lol.

Word Count: 463 (tiny!) M.list

You had been invited to attend a music awards show. Even though you weren’t a singer you were still a prominent figure in the public eye, so you hoped it would be a good night.

Your boyfriend, Jin, and his group BTS were up for multiple awards so even though the two of you were attending and sitting separately, you would make sure to find him before hand and wish him luck and then cheer him on from your seat.

It’s about an hour in and you hated to say that you were bored. These types of events weren’t as glamourous as they were made out to be on TV. Honestly, all you wanted to do was meet up with Jin and have a nice evening together. Having been away from each other for a few weeks, you missed each other.

With a sigh, you ran your hands along your dress in an attempt to flatten the fabric, when your hands glided over two openings on either side of your hips. What the!? Had your dress ripped? The panic was gone as soon as it came when you realised... Pockets! Finding random pockets on a dress or skirt is one of the best feelings in the world! It was then that you heard the loud voices of the 7 men you’ve gotten to know so well over the years. Without a second thought, you ran , or more like waddled because of your heels, over to your boyfriend.

‘Jin!’ You shouted with glee. He whipped round at the call of his name and smiled when he saw that it was you.

‘Jagi!’ He basically pushed Taehyung out the way so he could get to you, and bought you into a tight hug. You could hear the other guys greetings for you coming from behind Jin.

‘Wow jagi, you look so beautiful!’ He pulled back and looked at you in awe. To him, you were always beautiful, but this was something else entirely.

‘If you think it’s good now, watch this!’ With that, you shoved your hands in your pockets and pulled them out wide.

‘Look, pockets!’ Jin stared at you for a second, before letting out his iconic laugh. The look of sheer glee on your face was enough to send him.

‘Did you run over here just to show me this?’

‘You wouldn’t understand how exciting it is to find pockets on dresses!’ You pouted and crossed your arms at him as he continue to laugh at you.

‘Fine. I guess you are going home alone tonight then!’ You huffed and began to skip off back to your group.

‘Wait jagi I’m sorry!’ He followed after you, not quite ready to give up on his promised evening of sex later that night.

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #drabble #reaction #smut #fluff #angst #crack #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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darkjimxn · 23 days

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The Crab Cult || PJM

Summary: a new year of university has begun, but the crab cult remains the same as it's always been.

Pairing: archmajor!Jimin x archmajor!reader

Genre: university au, smau, crack

Warnings: none

A/N: why am I obsessed with Jimin's pfp?

Masterlist || Profiles || Chapter 1

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jaminjims · 1 year

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「TO MAKE YOU PROUD」

anon request: Hi can you do one but it's not in any of your prompts, but its an eight female member ot7 of course it better if its an ot7 , so can you do where the female reader decided to take online classes but the guys dont know and when its time for her to graduate she tells the boys that theyre going somewhere but doesn't tell them where but when they get there it turns out its her graduation day. Thank you, i just found your account and i love the way you write 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

pairing: bts x f!reader (platonic)

genre: crack!!!, fluff, a tiny bit of angst

warnings: university LOL

words: 2.8k

never let it be said that you didn't like being an idol.

you love how you bring smiles to fans and how your parents talk about you with pride, you especially love the second family you found within your members

you love bts, perhaps more than anything else

although you receive a great amount of love from those around you, the anxiety to live up to those standards accompanies you like a shadow

that brings you to here: your computer light illuminating your face and graham cracker crust on your lips at an hour you should definitely not be up at, staring at one tiny little button that could change your life (you like being dramatic)

now, you have performed on more stages than you can count; given plenty of interviews and have embarrassed yourself a multitude of times in front of millions of people

nothing compares to the nerves you feel as your cursor hovers over the tiny blue button that glares back at you mockingly

'ENROLL'

who knew that one word could be so scary?

never let it be said that you didn't like making people proud, either.

you hit the button and slam your laptop closed, trying not to wake up your groupmates as you muffle a scream into your pillow

you really should've slept like namjoon told you to hours ago

~*~

you were being weird, and the maknaes could practically smell it

on one occasion they actually did. you smelled like you hadn't taken a shower in four days and you definitely looked like it too. was the extended break the company had given bts getting to you?

on your side, you were determined to keep the college classes you signed up for in the degen hours a secret, but damn. your professors made it really hard when they all decided to collectively assign three papers and a test at once

it had been roughly a month since they've started, and you wanted to die

idol training? a piece of cake compared to whatever fresh hell your professors conjured up. did they like torturing you?

what they said in their comments on your past assignments pointed to a boldly printed, neon colored: 'YES'

as you started to drink your fourth coffee of the day, trying to stay coherent enough even though it was only one pm in the afternoon, the maknaes decided to confront you about... whatever has happening to you

jungkook slid inconspicuously into the seat next to you at the dining table and blinked at you with those damn doe eyes

"so... whatcha up too?"

you almost snort your coffee in his face.

jimin, taehyung, and jungkook all look at each other worriedly

"do you need to see a therapist y/n? we know being on break for the first time in a while can be hard, but you really don't look too good." jimin says like the sweetheart he is

before you can reply, a ding from your phone grabs your attention and you look at it only to see the new gut-wrenching comment your writing teacher made on your 'side-effects of the fame of idol life' paper

'i like the enthusiasm, but you almost seem to be invested to the point of being pushy. stop that.'

you whine and slowly lower your head to the table in a dull 'thump'

teahyung sends a text to the group therapist

~*~

it has been about six months since you have started to take online classes, and you like to think that you have gotten marginally better at covering up the lack of sleep and the effect the comments your professors (which honestly, they must be out to get you personally) have on you

your schedule had been resuming as normal starting a few weeks ago and you already missed the blessed days of nothing to worry about except the brutality of college

as you go to put on concealer, you find the bottle suspiciously empty. have the maknaes used your makeup again? (you refuse to believe that you had used the whole bottle that you had only bought two weeks ago)

as you slink into yoongi's room, looking just as tired as you feel, to steal some of his makeup (which will eventually send him into stealing jin's and then from jin to jimin and so on until namjoon has enough and forces you all to get your shit together), he is typing something on his phone with his back to you

"yoongi-ah, i need to makeup"

then he turns around and startles because why do you look like that

yes, why indeed

"you look terrible"

you stare blankly at him and then turn on your heels, "ok, thank you. bye."

he sighs at the ever-persistent pain-in-his-ass that is you and turns you around, genuine worry in his eyes; asking silent questions and giving soft reassurances in case there was anything you needed to get off your chest

you almost tear up because how did you become so lucky

you haven't had your first coffee yet and you get sensitive and squishy when you're tired

once again, you question why you decided to put yourself through this

why do people pay to go through a personalized hell of their own making?

anyways

apparently, you get all broody without sleep as well

you realize you have been staring at yoongi for a few minutes without saying anything, looking like you have no thoughts, head empty

hoseok bursts into the room with all the decorum of a cracked-up butterfly and announces that breakfast is ready

he looks at you and does a double take

"woah."

your forehead meets your palm

yoongi sighs and drags hobi out of the room, "two shots of expresso?"

"add three" you say miserably

another therapist visit you have earned, you realize, as you get the notification that yoongi added it to your calendar

~*~

you skip into dance practice with a beaming smile on your face and practically throw yourself onto hoseok, and because he's hoseok he catches you and twirls you around

for the first time since starting your courses, your excited demeanor isn't caused by enough expresso to kill a small hippo

it's your one-year anniversary! you are halfway there to your degree!

you thank the god that is your mother for forcing you to take all those fancy advanced classes when you were in high school

the urge to actually scream "yippee!" like a cartoon character is surprisingly overwhelming and who are you to deny yourself?

"yippee!"

and because the guys are endlessly supportive, they chime into whatever you're celebrating without even knowing what the hell they are congratulating you for

they have long since gotten used to your strange habits and have learned to play along

i mean, what the hell, right? supporting you in whatever crazed manic episode that has been ongoing for the past 12 months is the least they can do for you

(your therapist said to be supportive)

god decided to give you a call and you answer it without hesitation while still being awkwardly held up by hobi. "hi, mom"

you pat his back to let you down, give him a fist bump, and then leave the room exactly like you came in it

"did she have her mom's contact as god?"

~*~

you, like the past year and half, feel like crying.

it's about that time when you have to start your senior project as an 'accelerated student'

whatever that means

you basically have to come up with a thesis and write a paper on it pertaining to your major, in which usually you would get two years to do

like an idiot, you have six months because you didn't start it when you first started classes

(you would like to see someone else try to balance college and being a world-wide famous idol, okay?)

so, here you are at one am, holding a bottle of apple juice to sooth your inner child, and some flavor blasted goldfish, trying not to cry your eyes out over the blank document that you have been staring at for over ten minutes

you take a deep breath, put your apple juice down, rub you hands together, smack your face, and then force yourself to write down something, anything

'music'

that's how far you get before your phone rings, and because luck is never on your side, you see namjoon's contact who is probably going to tell you to go to bed for the third time

you answer and before he even says anything, your eye's tear up

"joonie..." you whisper, sounding all too much like the sleep deprived child you are

because he is essentially your father, he picks up on it immediately

"y/n-ah," he sighs, because this has become a common occurrence, "what do you need help with?"

"everything," you blubber miserably

so, namjoon stays on the phone with you until four am (even though he is literally down the hall, but he is 'too cozy to move'), helping you come up with a draft thesis statement and introduction you were supposed to turn into your teacher a year ago, and because he is the best person ever! (you change that to his contact) he doesn't ask why you need help writing a thesis, as they know you won't tell them what you've been doing

you both walk into the kitchen the next morning looking, and feeling, like sacks of shit

"uhm." is the eloquent response jimin gives to the look the both of you have on your faces

jin wordlessly hands you both coffee with too much expresso and kisses your foreheads because he is amazing and he hopes it will hold you two together until at least the meeting with the staff is over

you and namjoon's phones go off with a ding! at the same time, and you both have matching therapy appointments

yay! the lunacy is spreading!

~*~

you are in the home stretch

you can smell it, feel it, even fucking taste it

and as you hover over the finally for-the-love-of-god-get-this-paper-out-of-my-fucking-face-thesis submit button, you countdown to yourself like an astronaut about to take off

"three, two, one..." you take a deep breathe, "lift off!" you hit the button

as soon as it says upload complete, you cry tears of joy

victory has never tasted so fucking sweet in your life (although maybe that was the cosmic brownie you had a few minutes ago)

~*~

within the next week, you talk to management about letting the boys attend your graduation ceremony and of course management says yes (they knew you were taking classes, even though you didn't tell them. talk about scary corporate companies knowing your every move)

and when the day arrives when you finally get your diploma, you are more nervous than you've been since your debut

the boys are a big reason why you've decided to pursue your education, and even if they didn't know it, you wouldn't have been able to make it without them

you aren't one to be sentimental, but you kinda want to cry at just how much you feel

you made it. achieved one of your dreams, not only for you, but for them.

you take a deep breath and you let the sense of fulfillment take over your heart and you let it sit there

your phone goes off, and it's the management telling you that the graduation event is ready, and that in kahoots with the online school you attended, they are ready to have the ceremony

"ok boys! time to roll out!" you scream, even though they have all sitting in the living room ready for thirty minutes because you made sure they would be ready by the time you had to go

"y/n, can you please tell us where we are going?" teahyung asks as he links arms with you

"nope!" you chirp, and because you are mean you add, "it's a surprise!"

jungkook comes up to link his other arm in yours, "does this have anything to with how you've been acting for a while?"

damn, he really is the golden maknae

you are suspiciously silent and everyone is suddenly weary of where you are taking them

you weren't going to murder them in a fit of hysteria, right?

but looking at your smiling and blushing face, they all can't help but smile with you and trust

the ride to the venue is only about fifteen minutes and you can't help but be excited and talk animatedly with your members

you almost spill the beans about where you're going but manage to not give too much away (barely, you kind of think the franticness is due to caffeine withdrawal)

before you know it, the eight of you are pulling up into the parking lot and the others look out with perplexed frowns on their faces

you look at them with a smile, "you trust me, yeah?"

they look to you and grin, "always."

you all walk in and when you get inside the venue hallways, you split from the group and manager sejin (just barely) corrals the boys forward without you

you run to get ready and put on your cap and gown, and you have to take another deep breath when you look at yourself in the mirror, because wow. if you knew a graduation gown would look this good you would have graduated college a long time ago

(you only just manage to keep the tears from ruining your makeup)

when the boys enter into a private room and see all of the other people sitting down in the stadium seats, their first thought is that you are holding some sort of surprise concert or something. they honestly don't have any idea what you are going to do, and they joke about how you are going to perform a magic show or some other equally ludicrous event

the lights dim and all of their attention is on the empty chairs sitting in the middle of the auditorium, and then all of a sudden a spotlight shines onto the graduates who walk in from the side entrance

speakers start to blast the school anthem (not that they know that) as the graduates make their way to their seats and boys gasp when they see you on the big screen

"is that-?"

"no fucking way."

"what is she doing?"

because there you are, flashing a peace sign and sticking your tongue out to the camera man who's broadcasting it to the big screen, walking to your designated chair

you will always and forever be a dork

they all laugh incredulously and can't help but have to sit down in shock

none of them can speak as the principal of the school introduces the class of 2023 graduates. he goes through what the school stands for and blah blah blah

when the time finally comes where you have to line up and get your diploma's, namjoon, hoseok, seokjin, and jungkook are crying, yoongi hides his smile behind his hands, and teahyung and jimin has ceased to function as they watch on, barely able to breathe

they all hold their breath as you finally walk up on to the stage and shake the principals hand

"y/n l/n, 2023 graduate with a degree in the arts of music writing and production"

the boys have never cheered so loudly in their life, and you swore you could hear them from your spot up on stage

you smile so big and wide and take a second to stand on the stage and bow, and the boys who weren't crying before definitely are now

its all a blur as you make it off of the stage and ushered into the private room the boys are in. you don't even make it three steps in before you are surrounded on all sides

"i can't believe you did this."

"y/n, you're amazing."

"i knew you weren't just going crazy."

there are voices all around you. some are laughing, some are praising you, all are crying

jin pulls you from the group in a hug that lifts your feet off the floor, "is this why you manhandled me into making you so much food the last few days?"

you laugh and whip at your eyes, "yeah, i wanted to have a good dinner when we got home" he sets you down and pulls you into his side with an arm around your shoulder

"i am so, so proud of you." he whispers into your hair

taehyung comes up on your other side and hugs you around the waist, "we all are"

your eyes tear up and before you know it you are wailing like a baby again

"i love you guys more than anything in the world," you whine out, a blubbering mess

they all smile and make fun of you, and there is nothing that can beat the feeling that wells up in your chest

never let it be said you don't like making people proud

later, a horrendously ugly photo of you crying with the guys all around you is uploaded to all of your social medias and your face is made into a meme, but, hey, you made it out alive, and that's all that mattered

(even if you did have to see a therapist)

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a/n: what better way to jumpscare ya'll with an update other than with crack? but in all seriousness, i am so so so sorry this was so late anon! you've waited literal years, and i would write an ao3-usque excuse but i don't even deserve it ;( as always, i hope you guys have an amazing week, and i love you bunches (please imagine that in a skrunkly old grandma voice) ♡♡♡

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indijoon · 1 year

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+ bonus, ot7

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

bangtan + the internet (4/?)

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7ndipity · 2 years

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Cryptid/Ghost Hunting

Ot7 x reader

Crack

Warnings: none I think

Masterlist

Spooktober m.list

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Seokjin: Assuming you can pry him out of the car, he will be practically glued to your side the whole night. Will try to crack jokes to lighten the mood, but if something actually spooky happens, he's throwing you over his shoulder and bolting.

8/10 for effort

Yoongi: Waay too quiet, it honestly freaks you out a bit. Dissolves into smoke and teleports back to the car at the first sound. He IS the cryptid.

9/10 for the plot twist

Hobi: You will have to drag him kicking and screaming(you've seen the zombie episode of run!). If anything happens, he's out of there so fast, he's half-way back to the car before he realizes he forgot you.

2/10 don't do it to him, please.

Namjoon: Skeptic, tries to debunk everything. Refuses to admit to seeing anything, even if the ghost was standing right in front of him. "I'm looking right at it!" You insist. "It's a trick of the light."

5/10 feels like a buzzfeed unsolved episode.

Jimin: He tries to play it cool at first, but at the first noise he jumps on you like a scooby doo cartoon. Hangs off of you like a backpack and refuses to let go the rest of the night.

7/10 for effort, but your back's gonna hurt

Taehyung: Turns hunting for UFOs into a midnight picnic date, which is cute until he ends up falling asleep on you and misses the weird lights shooting around the sky.

6/10 for the aesthetic

Jungkook: Literally walks in like "Hey there, demons. it's me, ya boy." Isn't afraid of anything. Would be laughing his ass off while being suspended in the air by some otherworldly force.

10/10 but no one will believe you

#bts x reader #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts crack #bts scenarios #jin #kim seokjin #min yoongi #namjoon #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #jhope #jung hoseok #jimin #park jimin #jungkook #jeon jungkook #7ndipity #spooktober

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mrworldwideshoulders · 2 years

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One Plus One || reader x PJM

Title: One Plus One Pairing: reader x PJM Word count: 2.3k Rating: rated T / PG-13 Genre: fluff (hehe), maybe a little bit of crack, friends to lovers Summary: Everyone around you seems to be getting married, while you’re feeling like you might be the only single girl left on the planet (or at least in your friend group), but a surprise confession from your best friend and wedding date just might change that. Inspired by Marry You & Treasure - Bruno Mars Warnings: the amount of sweet cotton candy fluff contained within this fic may be damaging to your health, alcohol consumption (they are at a wedding) A/N: this fic is soft and fluffy and it makes me very happy :’) I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. thanks for reading! ly - robyn P.S. As always I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they simply inspire me. inspo playlist here

a part of the Hooligans series; masterlist here

The wedding is beautiful. The bride, the venue, the flowers, the centerpieces, even the normally hideous bridesmaids’ dresses - all breathtaking. It sounds cliche, but…you wish it were you, standing in front of your friends and family, in a white dress, professing your undying love and affection for the man next to you. You’d hoped it would have happened by now but at the moment it’s not looking promising. Your last long-term relationship ended in relative disaster, you haven’t had a successful date in six months, and once again you’re disgustingly single, with no prospects on the horizon. Now with wedding season upon you, and all of your friends and colleagues tying the knot, you’ve been reminded of that depressing statistic every time you get one of your so-called friends’ wedding invitations in the mail, plus one included, “just in case.” Damn them and their wishful thinking.

"You know you don't have to go to every wedding you get invited to," said your best friend and preferred plus-one Park Jimin when you asked him once again to accompany you to the event. "And you don't have to bring a plus-one every time either, just because they gave you one."

"Of course I do," you protested. "They’re my friends and I want to support them. And I know that. But it's depressing if I don’t, and I look pitiful and sad going by myself. Do you know how boring it is to go to a wedding by yourself? God, so boring. Who else is going to critique every little detail of it with me?"

"Ah, so you need me around to keep things interesting." Jimin nodded, cracking one of his knowing smirks. "Say no more. I'm your man."

You can always count on Jimin to deliver - well, that's an understatement - you can always count on Jimin to overdeliver. Always. It also doesn't hurt that he has impeccable taste in suits, not to mention he wears the hell out of them every time. This time he arrives dressed to the nines in an expensive-looking gray suit, blond hair perfectly styled as usual.

"I'm sorry, who gave you the right to look hotter than me?" you demand from behind him as he's fixing his tie in your hallway mirror. You're well aware of how attractive your best friend is, handsome in that angelic Hollywood heartthrob kind of way. You can't go anywhere with him without someone trying to slip him their number, or attempting to get his number.

His face brightens when he sees you, then he catches himself and clears his throat. "Just putting my looks to good use for once. Besides, isn't the bride supposed to be the center of attention?"

"Please." You roll your eyes. "They say weddings are a great place to meet people. I have to at least try, you know."

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "You look beautiful, y/n."

Your cheeks color under your foundation and you're grateful he doesn't notice, or he'd never let you live it down. "You're totally just saying that," you say, self-consciously touching your neck. "But thank you."

The ceremony goes off without a hitch, and you find yourself tearing up once or twice as the bride and groom recite the vows they wrote for each other, even though you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry this time. At the reception you're seated with one other person you're acquainted with, a mutual colleague of yours and the bride, and the rest of the table is people you don't know, a mix of guests from both the bride and groom's sides. Jimin, of course, is his usual charming self, and has made friends with most of them by the time they start serving dinner. As you’re getting up to join the buffet line, the champagne you’ve been sipping all night seems to hit you all at once, and you nearly topple over, but you land against Jimin’s chest, which is more solid than it looks, suddenly wrapped in his arms.

You glance up. “Sorry,” you manage.

Jimin looks down at you with an amused expression and chuckles. “Don’t worry about it. Lightweight.”

You steady yourself and aim a slap at his shoulder. “I’m not a lightweight, you jerk. You’re the one who kept bringing me drinks when you knew I hadn’t eaten anything.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I forgot you were a lightweight.” He dashes off suddenly.

“Hey!” you shout, scurrying after him.

After the bride and groom have their first dance, he tugs you out onto the dance floor, insisting that people who don’t dance at weddings are the worst. You’re lucky he’s such a good dancer, or else you’re sure you’d look ridiculous. When the DJ announces the bouquet toss and asks all the men to clear the dance floor, Jimin turns to you, looking excited. “Are you going to do it?” he asks.

“What?” you scoff. “No, of course not. I caught it at the last wedding I went to, and look how much good it did me. It’s a dumb tradition, anyway. Give someone else a chance to be disappointed.”

“Go for it,” he says, shoving you towards the cluster of women gathering at the front of the room. “Maybe you’ll get lucky this time,” he adds, smirking.

“I highly doubt that,” you say under your breath, positioning yourself somewhere in the middle of the group and raising your hands, not intending to make much of an effort to catch it.

“One…two…three!” The bride launches the massive bouquet backwards, and the room erupts in cheers as it sails through the air…landing directly in your arms. Your mouth falls open. Again? “Y/n! When’s the big day, y/n?” she beams into the microphone, as the crowd shoves you to the front.

You laugh awkwardly and the crowd of crestfallen women disperses, leaving you to make your way back to your table, your slightly squashed bunch of roses and cascading greenery in tow. Jimin sits in his spot, arms crossed. He’s positively grinning, a little too smugly for your liking.

“I told you,” he says.

“You,” you say, gesticulating at him with the mangled bouquet. “This is your fault. Every time I catch the damn bouquet it probably adds another year to me finding someone.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” He winks. “He might be closer than you think.”

The evening starts to wind down, with the DJ transitioning to mostly slow songs and the lighting about half as bright as it was when the party started, and the reception hall mostly deserted except for a handful of other wedding guests still milling around. You flop down into one of the ribbon and tulle adorned chairs and wiggle your feet out of your high-heeled sandals, your tipsy fingers fumbling with the straps. Your hair is disheveled, coming down out of the updo you spent most of the morning on, and your makeup is almost certainly melted off or smeared halfway across your face. Not that it matters - the bride and groom have since made their exit, headed off to their honeymoon destination under an arch of sparklers, and the photographers have already stopped taking pictures for the night. You heave a loud, huffing sigh and pin your plus-one with a glare. “God, my feet are killing me. Jimin, did we have to dance to every song they played tonight?”

“Sorry.” Jimin smirks. “Got caught up in the moment.” He turns toward you. “It was fun, though, wasn’t it?”

“I suppose,” you say begrudgingly. “Thanks for coming with me, by the way. Sorry for hijacking your weekend again. They should really just stop giving me plus-ones.” You lean back in your chair.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says. “That's what friends are for, right? But it’s a good thing I like weddings.”

You chuckle half-heartedly. “Well, that makes one of us.”

“And you don’t?” says Jimin, leaning over. “Your ‘wedding vibes’ Pinterest board would like a word with you.”

“Okay, first of all, rude, and second of all…ugh, never mind.” You sigh. “I like the idea of weddings, even if they are expensive and overcommercialized. I think, if done right, they're beautiful celebrations of love, and I would like going to them more if I weren’t so pathetic and single. I just…” You trail off. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”

“What?” he says. He props his chin on one fist and stares at you.

You bite your lip and avoid his gaze. “I feel…stuck. Almost every single one of my friends is getting married and moving on and making these big life changes and commitments. I love my life. I do. And I’m happy for all of them. But it's really lonely to feel like everyone is moving on without you. That's all.”

"Everyone goes at their own pace." Jimin reaches over and touches your hand. "And you still have me," he adds. "I'm not married yet."

"Well, it's only a matter of time before someone snaps you up and makes an honest man out of you," you say, sighing again. "I'm surprised someone hasn't already. And I'm sure she won't like you being my wedding date every weekend. So eventually you'll move on without me too." The thought makes you deeply melancholy for some reason. "Eventually it'll just be me, boring, single, and going to weddings all by myself. I'll probably die alone and be eaten by cats. Not even my cats, like random cats from the street, drawn in by the smell of death." You cup your chin in one hand and stare at the centerpiece on the table, the floating candle almost burned down to nothing.

“So marry me, then,” says Jimin.

You start and look over at him. "What?"

"Marry me," he repeats.

You don’t know if it’s the champagne or the pain in your feet or the serious look on Jimin’s face, but you can’t help but burst out laughing. “Very funny,” you let out in between laughing and gasping for air, expecting him to start laughing along with you, reaching over to slap his arm. "I think we've both had too much to drink, don't you?" He just sits there, head cocked to one side, watching you mischievously. Your laughter fades. “You are kidding, aren’t you?”

“No.” He smiles. “I’m serious. I want to marry you, y/n.”

"Jimin, we aren’t even dating!” you yelp. “Don’t we have to date for like a year minimum before we start talking about getting married?”

“Who says? We’ve been best friends for years. We’ve known each other longer than a lot of people do before they get engaged. We even lived together at one point. And don’t forget you’ve brought me to every wedding you’ve ever been given a plus-one to. We've practically been dating already without even knowing it.” Jimin shrugs. “So why not?”

"Why not?" you squeak. "What do you mean, 'why not'? You could have your pick of anyone who’s the slightest bit interested in you. Why would you want to marry me?"

"You're right," he says. "I could pick anyone. And I pick you." His eyes soften. “I’ve been in love with you for a while, y/n. You're the best person I know, and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I can’t imagine not seeing you every day. I can’t stand the idea of anyone else being your wedding date. And I don’t want anyone else being mine, either. I want to be by your side, y/n. Always. And if that means marrying you, then so be it.”

“Jimin…” you falter. “Really? How long have you known?”

“I don’t know." He looks down thoughtfully. "Maybe a year? After that guy broke up with you over text?" You remember the guy, who in hindsight wasn’t even your type. "I just…realized I was tired of seeing you get your heart broken, over and over, wasting your time and your tears and your brainpower on these guys who probably never thought twice about ending things."

"I never knew,” you say softly. “A year? Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“I was waiting for my moment.” He smiles. "Every time I thought about it you had just gotten into a relationship or just gotten out of one, or there was something else going on, and the timing just never felt right.”

“I - I don’t even know what to say.” Your cheeks flush.

“Say yes. Say you’ll consider it." He grabs your hands. "Think about it, y/n. We're already so good together as friends. I think it could really work."

You look at your best friend, blond hair rumpled, cheeks pink, tie adorably loose around his neck, nothing but affection in his eyes. He’s never looked at you like that before - or maybe you've just never noticed. "What if it doesn't work?" you say. "What if you're wrong and it doesn't work, so we break up, and we end up hating each other so much that we never speak again? I’ve always had the worst luck with guys. You know that. What are the chances things will end up going badly with you too? You're my best friend. I don't know if I'm willing to risk losing you."

"That won't happen," he says firmly.

You bite your lip pensively. "Do you really think so?"

"I know so," he says emphatically.

You hesitate. “Okay,” you say finally. “I'll consider it. Under two conditions.”

“What is it?” he asks.

“We actually have to date first. I’m not going to marry you right off the bat, my parents will think I'm pregnant and desperate or something."

"So we date first," he says. "Okay. What's the second thing?"

"The second thing is…you accept full responsibility if this blows up in our faces."

“It won't. But I promise,” he says, going straight in to plant a warm kiss on your cheek. “We’ve got this.”

You look up at him, smiling wryly. “I guess you knew what you were talking about when you made me do the bouquet toss, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. I know everything.” He pats you on the head.

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#bts #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts au #bts crack #bts jimin #jimin fluff #park jimin #park jimin x reader #park jimin fluff #jimin x reader #bts x reader #marry you #bruno mars #mrworldwideshoulders #reader x pjm

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youcanwatchmebutcanttouchme · 7 months

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BTS as parents

Pairings:Sope,Namjin,Vminkook

【★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆】

Namjin:

(Children:Kim Namseok,Kim Namhee(김남석,김남희))

Jin:Namjoon!Have you seen Namhee?

Joon:Namseok,where is your sister?

Namseok:*points to the fridge*

Jin:*opens the fridge*OH MY POOR BABY!

Namhee:*dies inside*

Sope:

(Children:Jung Min,Jung Minwoo(정민,정민우))

Hoseok:*Over the phone*Uuuuhhh… Yoongi?

Yoongi:*Already disappointment*What?

Hoseok:So hypothetically,what should I do if hypothetically the twins get their head stuck on a gate?

Yoongi:The twins got their head stuck on the railing?

Jung Min and Minwoo:*Bawling their eyes out*

Hoseok:*defeated*Yes…

Vmin:

(Child:Kim Baekhoon(김백훈))

Taehyung:So,did you sleep well jagiya?

Jimin:*dead inside,holding a sleeping Baekhoon*

Taehyung:…So no?

Jikook:

(Child:Jeon Baekyung(전배경))

Jimin:So Baekyung,do you like appa or dada?

Baekyung:*Crawls towards Jungkook*

Jungkook:*Picks her up*You really are a daddy’s girl

Jimin:*dies inside,again*How dare you I carried you for 9 months-

Taekook:

(Child:Jeon Taejinhae(전태진해))

Taehyung:I think Yeontan and Bam like our daughter more than us

Jungkook:What makes you say that?

TJH:*playing with Yeontan while sitting on Bam*

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pviscelle · 11 months

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Remember You: My Happiness | MasterPost

Pairing: Taehyung x Female Character

Genre/Tags: Classic, Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 11.6k+

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Synopsis: With the ocean breeze silencing us, we remain unperturbed, strangely. She and I static against the moving waves in front, staring at the moon, the same inconstant moon she referenced from a while ago. But that was until something about gazing at the twilit sky stirred a familiar sentiment and prompted the cynicism I came to be for nine long years.

"I don't understand how people can easily forget the person they claimed to love once."

From afar, tintinnabulations of church bells chimed, providing for the delicacy that her next words carried, therefore contradicting my belief of offending her, as she said, "Whoever said about forgetting when one can remember them even if they choose to move on, Tae?"

The comfort of her smile wrapped around me like orchids blooming in early spring, tying me to the night for the next two months of summer. I inhaled sharply.

Kim Taehyung, a 22-year-old intern at Seoul Art Gallery, experiences a waver in his opinions toward life and love after differing them with the perceptions of a specific woman he met in France.

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kuuipobangtan · 2 months

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Something about these two sets of photos gives me the same energy

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serenecypher · 1 month

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Bangtan Host Club Chapter Three

Genre: BTS Ot7xf!Reader, Poly!AU, Fluff, Romance, Crack-ish, Eventual Smut.

W/C: 2592

Summary: Tired of your boring mundane life? Become an exclusive member of The Bangtan Host Club™ today and let 7 charming men help you out.

Warnings: This chapter is rated PG13, but future chapters may include Mature Themes. The reader goes through the five stages of grief. 😔

Disclaimer: Please do not copy/translate or cross-post my work. The tag list is open. Just DM or send an ask to be included.

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the long wait. Thank you guys so much for being patient. 💕 This chapter isn't edited very much, so I am sorry for any dumb mistakes. Please do send my any feedback! 👉🏻👈🏻

Also, now that we have met everyone, here is the cast:

Kim Namjoon as “Takashi Morinozuka”

Kim Seokjin as “Tamaki Suoh”

Min Yoongi as "Umehito Nekozawa"

Jung Hoseok as "Mitsukuni Haninozuka”

Park Jimin as “Kyoya Ootori”

Kim Taehyung as “Kaoru Hitachiin”

Jung Jungkook as "Hikaru Hitachiin”

Congrats to everyone who guessed the right picks lmaooo! I had so much fun writing Chapter 3, I hope you enjoy it. See you sooooon! <3

Chapter 2 << Chapter 3 >>

You can count the number of times you have felt such unbridled mortification on one hand. One was when you were playing the Cowardly Lion in the Wizard of Oz showcase during your elementary school talent show and, just as you got on the stage, could not for the life of you stop the unrelenting hiccups out of performance anxiety. Or, that one time in middle school, when you spilled all of your half-digested breakfast on the shoes of that one senior guy you had a crush on because you had a bad stomach flu.

This, you internally scream at yourself, is probably the most dread you have felt in all your adult years.

The receipt you can not avert your eyes from shakes between the tips of your index finger and thumb. Is it your hand that is shaking? You really can’t tell. Something bitter twists in your chest that makes you repeat as you squint your eyes at Hoseok. “What the fuck?!”

He looks at you stunned, but definitely not unprepared. He sighs deeply as he tries to console you, “I am here to help you with any concerns you might have.”

You snap your head to look at the rest of the people in the Cafe- Club- whatever this place is. There are various degrees of horrified looks on the faces of the other- are they supposed to be patrons or customers or-? God this is so confusing. You let out the longest sigh and your other hand, the one without that malignant piece of paper, rubs across your face.

“There is no way in hell I am paying this.” you declare, looking right back at Hoseok. Just minutes ago you would have never thought of him as someone you’d have talked to in this agitated manner but also minutes ago, he wasn’t a person who claimed you owed his establishment all your family assets and then some.

There is a loud scraping of a chair behind you and before you can turn to see who it is, Seokjin’s gentle voice is carrying through the room. “I am deeply apologetic to our guests tonight but due to unforeseen circumstances, the club will reschedule your time with the hosts at a later date. Kindly grant us an excuse this once.”

There are murmurs and hushed whispers behind you. The obnoxious sound of various people shuffling footsteps toward the exit amidst the awkward silence that had followed your outburst is acting as the fuel to the simmering rage in your chest. You feel more than see the icy glares people direct at you for ruining what was probably supposed to be a night of entertainment and good company for them. The thought makes you shudder as embarrassment crawls up your spine. You fix your gaze on your tapping shoe against the plush carpet and cross your arms in front of your chest.

“Now,” Seokjin continues once it is only you and the other hosts remaining, “What might be the issue, beautiful?”

You inhale deeply before you turn to him, expecting him to look irritated by you. Instead, his eyes are full of mirth as he lifts an amused eyebrow at you. His hands rest on the table in front of him, palms down as he leans his tall frame forward. It irks you.

“I said I am not paying that ridiculous amount for a coffee I did not even finish. You can not make me.”

Seokjin’s lips form a small o shape as he pretends to sincerely consider your words. “It is not the coffee you are paying for though, darling. That is complimentary.” He says it like it is obvious. You feel a familiar twitch in your temple. “You are paying for the additional services you have utilized this evening.”

You can feel yourself seething but for the sake of not becoming liable to any property damage, you reign your fury. “I will do no such thing. I had no idea what kind of an establishment this is.”

“We keep that in mind.” Taehyung intervenes, his dark brown eyes sparkling at you intently. “Besides the several, and might I remind you, very prominently displayed boards with our club trademark, the first visits to the guests are usually not chargeable, a free trial if you will.”

“You, however, took four of us with you, to your apartment no less, and Namjoon Hyung even did locksmithing for you.” Jungkook adds from where he is standing next to Taehyung. He smirks at you, and it takes everything in you from banging your fist on the nearest table.

“He offered!” You argue, wincing at the sound of your voice.

“He is supposed to. Accepting is completely beholden to you.” Seokjin adds with a tilt of his head to the left that you can only assume to be satirizing. “The club hosts offer services to the guests and if they choose to accept them, they are liable to the charges.” he says, shrugging those ridiculously broad shoulders of his nonchalantly.

You scoff at this, your glare now directed at Namjoon, who to his credit looks like a big puppy that has been reprimanded by his owner for bringing the newspaper in the mornings, only slightly covered in drool.

Your shoulders slump in defeat. They are not wrong, you think. When you enter a place that offers you any kind of service, and you make use of said service, you are, as a consumer obliged to pay the fee for that service. “I can not pay that amount. I do not have that kind of money.” At this, the room falls into silence. God, these hosts must earn so much that the concept of living paycheque to paycheque must be alienating to them.

After what seemed like an eternity, when it was probably only six minutes tops, Jimin who had been sitting on his chair quite comfortably so far takes an exaggerated inhale before intoning, “Well, we might be able to offer you something to help with that.”

You look at him sheepishly and he continues, “If you can not pay us in terms of funds, pay us in service.”

What the hell is that even supposed to mean? Is this like some sort of hidden camera prank? Are Pauly and Vinny about to come burst down the doors as a cameraman pushes his gigantic camcorder in your face yelling “You just got MTV pranked!”

Your bewildered expression must have been too obvious because Jimin adds “I am serious. Work for us.”

Now you are even more confused. Work for them? As an employee? You can not be a host. You have a day job. A job that feels like going through the depths of hell every day, but a job nonetheless. Your tongue twists in your mouth as you try to swallow saliva down your dry throat. “What does that mean?”

“You said you worked at LinkSol, right? By Hwan Sana?” Jimin asks and it's as if he just talked about Voldemort judging by the dramatic gasp from Seokjin’s lips and his hand on his chest, clutching pearls. “You should come work for us, as our manager. Trust me, you’d be doing yourself a favor too.”

“That’s your solution? Servitude compulsory labor?” you resign. “Do you think we are in the 17th century?” Change is not a friend to you. Yes, your job is torture but you’ve grown accustomed to the routine. This is asking a lot of you.

“Why, you got something better?” he counters. “We can not waive off your fee, you can not pay it to us. We have an open position and you are at a shitty job. The way I see it, there are no losing parties.”

“You will get to work stable hours that are open to negotiation. We will pay you a salary, also negotiable, from which we will deduct a monthly interest that will serve as your payment.” Jimin pulls out his phone and taps away for a few seconds before humming to himself and adding, “It will take you about 18 months to pay off everything and then you are free to discuss the position as you wish.”

18 months? That does not seem like enough time to pay off everything, does it? Exactly how much are they planning to give you as a salary? Before you can ask, you bite your tongue, wise words from your mother at your college graduation dinner resounding in your head, “Never let an employer know you were expecting less payment for your hard work than what they offered you. They must recognize some worth in you that you may be oblivious to.”

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to paint the most corporate expression on your face as you return a single nod toward Jimin. “That seems reasonable, but I would like to discuss everything from the profile and my responsibilities openly before deciding.” Jimin presses his thick lips in a flat line, nodding his agreement.

“Of course, take your time. We can set up a formal meeting anytime you want this week,” he informs.

“And,” you interrupt, suddenly remembering how you got yourself in this position in the first place, “I want it all in writing. No more errors in intentions.”

There is a cough from behind you by Yoongi which sounds suspiciously like a chocked back chuckle. Jimin too bites the inside of his cheek, eyelashes fluttering as he nods again. “We will make sure.”

“Now that all that is over can we please just have something to eat Hobi Hyung? I am starving here.” Jungkook sighs dramatically. “And you, come sit with us, we are not working anymore and I know you are exhausted so you might as well eat now.”

You eye him suspiciously. The other boys all walk up to his table as Namjoon and Hoseok go back toward the kitchen. Even though you trudge over to his table, you can’t help but snark at him, “Would this not be added to my debt to you?”

“Fiesty.” he grins and pulls out a chair for you. “And no. Like I said, we are off work so consider this just a dinner with your future colleagues.”

You hum dejectedly as you sit at the table with your arms still crossed over your chest. This evening has been a year’s worth of events for you and you seriously can not keep your head up anymore. So you lay your head on the soft white satin tablecloth and groan mutely to yourself.

“It won’t be that bad working here, pretty girl. You’ll see.” Taehyung says softly from where he sits beside you. You raise your head at him, without straightening your back completely, and are surprised to find him looking at you with no more amusement, just what seems like empathy. Your heart betrays you by fluttering. Why do all of them have to be so attractive? It would be so easy to hate them right now if that wasn’t going on. Life is so unfair.

Seokjin’s hand rests on your shoulder giving it a slight squeeze. “You are so knackered. What were they making you do at LinkSol?”

It is a rhetorical question, you know that, but you’d just love to dump all of your exhausting work stories on someone if only you had the energy to do that. So you just whine noncommittally and put a pin on telling those stories some other day. After all, they are going to be your “colleagues” as they said. Seokjin takes your palm in his and gently starts to massage your hand. His large hand engulfs yours as his thumbs press into the center of your palm. You give him a confused stare.

“What?” he questions softly.

“What are you doing?” you ask, pointing your nose down to where he is still caressing your hand.

“What does it look like I am doing? I am helping you.” he says it like it is the most obvious thing you could have asked him.

“Don’t think so deeply about it, sweetheart,” Jungkook says as he grins softly at you, “Hyung has a habit of doing things like that. Just let it be, he means no harm.”

“Yeah, but he is annoying as hell.” Taehyung chips in.

This makes a scowl appear on Seokjin’s face. “I taught you better than that, you shameless brat.”

“You didn’t teach me shit.” Taehyung gruffs, although he does seem to quiet down after that.

Jimins rolls his eyes at the both of them and diverts his attention back on you. “I have a better question. I get it about Jin Hyung, he gives off that vibe,” which you think is a slight hidden in the guise of a statement towards Seokjin, “but you didn’t think that we were acting… unusually, around you?”

To be honest, yes. It was definitely strange how these incredibly attractive men were the embodiment of cats with a ball of yarn with you, but that is the point. You were so distracted by the way they looked and how they were very obviously flirting with you that you never even questioned why. You weren’t going to tell them that though. How flustering that idea is, makes a sheen of sweat break out on your hairline. “N-no. I didn’t think of it as anything out of the ordinary.”

It seems like you picked the wrong choice because an impish grin curves along Jimin’s lips as his eyes linger on yours. “So it is a normal occurrence for you. People just flirt with you wherever you go?”

When he puts it like that, it makes your cheeks burn. It is further compounded by Taehyung who admonishes Jimin, “C’mon, Hyung! Stop teasing the poor girl.” He gives you a smirk and a dramatic once-over, before adding “I mean look at her. I wouldn’t dream otherwise”

The way his gaze is suddenly heated makes you choke on your own spit a little. Your heart stutters in your ribcage. Even Yoongi who has been decidedly quiet this entire time leans forward on the table from across you. “Cute.” he mutters, his sharp eyes boring straight into you.

Jimin sighs a deep breath. He plays with the button on the cuff of his shirt as he looks down at the table, “I am not questioning it. I just don’t think I like the idea too much.”

What was that about being “off work”? Aren’t they supposed to not be this charming anymore? Then why are they so intent on making you feel so bashful?! Before you can put too much thought into the matter, the doors to the kitchen open, and Namjoon and Hoseok carry with them two large trays full of food and coffee. As soon as the trays are placed on the table, Hoseok wraps his arms around you, pressing his chest to the back of your chair.

“I am sorry that this is how things turned out, angel.” he whines and Namjoon gives you a small smile as he takes a seat beside Seokjin, “Look on the bright side though. Now we can share all the sweets we want and play together.” he giggles. You smile gratefully at his optimism.

Maybe it won’t be that bad, you think as Jungkook passes you a plate of sandwiches. They seem like nice people, they are allegedly paying you a much better salary than you get at your job, and if nothing else, at least they are a nicer view instead of the drab walls of your office.

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katnisspeetaprim · 1 year

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Enlistment

Jung Hoseok/Reader drabble

Completley self indulgence after the announcement the other day. I'm writing to cope basically lol. Also I'm writing on my phone so sorry about mistakes!!

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of enlistment.

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You couldn't believe it was finally happening. You knew at thos point that it would be sooner rather than later, but him canceling his postponement was what made reality really set in.

'We talked about this jagi. I told you everything will be fine.' When he told you that they were putting up the notice that day, you had pretty much jumped on him and refused to let go. He was more than happy to lay down and hold you close.

'I know, but now that it's finally happening it doesn't feel real.' He hmmed in response as he caressed your hair.

'I feel weird too but I know it's the right time.' He nodded to himself as he smiled down at you.

'Ah!' You groaned 'why are you comforting me? Shouldn't it be the other way round?' You smiled at him, propping yourself up on your elbow so that your face could hover next to his.

'Cause you're the one who is acting like I'm gonna completely disappear for 2 years! We'll still be able to talk you know.' Hobi reached over to gently stroke your cheek.

'I know.' You whispered back, leaning down to capture his lips with your own. You pulled back and grinned at him, before springing up off the bed.

'We need to go out tonight! I'm definitely gonna be spoiling you as much as possible before you leave!' You felt a little better after your talk. There as no pont spending all day moping about the situation when you could be using the time together in much better ways.

'I won't say no to that!' He giggled after you, as you all but ran into your walk in closet to pick out an outfit.

He came to lean against the door frame, watching with a grin as you threw all your clothing about.

'I'm gonna do a short live before anything.' He suddenly spoke, making you look up at him.

'Let ARMY know everything is OK.'

'I think that's probably a good idea considering how I reacted I can only imagine how well ARMY are holding up.' You both shared a laugh together.

'I'm gonna get ready. Take as long as you need.' You beamed at him, reaching out to hug him and steal another kiss.

'Thanks jagi. I love you'

'I love you too Hobi.'

#Bts #Bts x reader #Scenario #Imagine #One shot #Drabble #Reaction #Kim seokjin #Min yoongi #Jung hoseok #Kim namjoon #Park jimin #Kim taehyung #Jeon jungkook #Smut #Angst #Fluff #Crack

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jeonexual · 8 months

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I ACTUALLY FOUND THIS ON TIKTOK-

#v #kim taehyung #park jimin #bts funny #this is a joke #bts #bts army #taehyung #jimin #please i cant #i cracked up #hahaha

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darkjimxn · 23 days

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The Crab Cult || PJM

Summary: a new year of university has begun, but the crab cult remains the same as it's always been.

Pairing: archmajor!Jimin x archmajor!reader

Genre: university au, smau, crack

Warnings: none

A/N: I just discovered smaus and I just knew I had to make one. Also, I don't know when I'll be able to work on UIY because exam month has begun :(

Chapter Index:

Profiles | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | ongoing...

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vinetae · 1 year

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Just The Milk

You just wanted some milk..

Genre: Crack, 90s!AU, Implied Smut, Funny

A/n: Sorry not sorry for this. 'Twas inspired by @minisugakoobies reblog of BTS's Seasons Greeting's packet and it had been stuck in my mind. Was planning on making this smutty, (hence the tittle - still might who knows 👀) but I wanted a good laugh. And yes, I had the humor of a 12 year old. Deal with it.

If this gets bigger then I'll probably do a smutty chapter but this isn't a series ya'll. Like, it's like all of my oneshots turn into series XD

You take a step into the little store right on the corner of your street. Letting go of a breath, as a wave of cooling A/C hits your skin. Your head swivels to the side, admiring the tiny shop’s wide selection. Korea’s hottest days, now fade out of sight as you take in all the glorious air conditioning. Feet trotting to the side, as a ring echoes the small convenient store. You step right, letting the large, covered man by.

��Ah, thank you.” He replies, turning on his heel to make his way towards the album section. Your eyebrow quirks, wondering why this little corner shop even had an album section in the first place.

Walking over to the beverage section, you grab a little summer cool down to well - cool you down.

“Hey, Jimin!” A voice calls out, as you turn your head. The strange man from earlier waves over to the cashier who you hadn’t even noticed was there to begin with. The man at the counter sets today’s newspaper down, turning to the side to give his -what you’re assuming, friend - his attention.

“Have you guys got any new releases yet?” He becks, flipping through a few old, vintage looking vinyl records. Your eyes catch a few classics, and some newer stuff.

Jimin shrugs, taking a sip of his iced americano. “Dunno. Jin hasn’t stocked the shelves.” He goes back to reading his newspaper.

“You mean you haven’t stocked the shelves yet.” The older man rolls up Jimin’s paper to whack him upside the head, making the boy yelp in shock. “I swear, Jimin. I don’t even know why I hired you.”

Jimin smirks, twisting in his circular stool. Feet barely reaching the floor. “You didn’t. Your dad loves me so much he offered me a job here.” The man sporting a strange, deep maroon colored blazer, with a fucky, retro tie coiled around his neck. Light orange hair dyed to match his unique but hot appearance. Newsboy hadn’t been well off either. He too, had worn a strange tracksuit, with a little handkerchief tied around his head to resemble one of the halmonies you’d see peeling squid outside the port.

On the hottest day of summer… he decided to wear a tracksuit?

Things were just getting weirder around here-

“Oh!” The blazer man yelps, raising a hand to motion you over. “I didn’t realize we had a customer!” He hits the grandma-looking boy upside the head with a good smack, making his wince from pain.

“Ow! This is sexual harassment!” He gripes, grabbing his newspaper from his hyung’s hand, smacking him back upside the head as well. The two start bickering off in the corner, as a loud crashing sound blasts through the once tranquil space.

“Oh shit-” He curses in English, picking himself up off the piles of album covers that he’d somehow knocked over, then fell on top. Blazer man’s mouth drops to the ground, spewing a few sentences angrily.

“Youmotherfuckernamjoonitoldyounottocomebacktothisstorenowlookwhatyou’vedonedoyouknowhowhardiworkedonthatdisplay!??!”

Damn. That man rapped faster than emineim.

Your eyes widened in shock, at his speed, watching as he stomped over the well-dressed customer, gripping his collar harshly. “I told you to stay out of this store before I call the police!” The blue haired man gets dragged to the door, before grandma-look-alike whistles out.

“Guys! CU-stomer!” All three heads turn to face you. Blazer guy immediately drops the blue boy (you called him that because he wore an all steel blue oversized suit that looked like it would’ve fit Andre the Giant.) You stand there awkwardly, hands clasp in the front, holding onto a little strawberry banana milk. Fingers toying with the little label which had been peeling off.

“Uh.. hi..” You manage to wave, right as the doors ding for a second time. Two men stride into the convenient store, as the blonde 90s dad dressed man cheers loudly, holding another man’s hand.

“Woo hoo! Guess who just won the big-” He stops, lowering his raised hand. A confused expression fades into sight. His head turns, meeting towards the blue boy’s disheveled self. Blondie lets out a sigh. “Namjoon.. Again? Come on dude, it’s like the third time this week!” Blue boy’s head- sorry. Namjoon’s head shakes in defeat, sighing at his own mistakes.

“Yah, Taehyung, you know you’re not supposed to be in here either.” Grandma-man retorts, flipping through a page from his newspaper as he glances up through pixelated sunglasses.

Blazer man shouts at grandma. “Yah! What’d I tell you about opening products, Jimin-ah!?” He stomps over towards the boy, reaching to swipe up the newspaper once more, but grandma’s quick to dodge, instead he opts for running around the building like a little kid. If this were a cartoon, Jimin’s tracks would’ve stopped like road runner, bobbing in place before turning to you. A greasy grin perks his lips.

“Why hello my dear~” He flips back his hair, acting as if this was a Rev*on commercial. (Not getting sued today, folks.)

Your eyebrows knit together, slow to back away from the two boys as your body crashes into a large figure. You pivot on your heel, being met with a man who looked like he dressed for the streets. Literally. He’s adorning a cute, red athletic shirt, some baggy dark wash jeans, a red and white headband to match, along with some cool traffic light kicks. (because they had been colored red, yellow, and green.) A few bracelets and accessories dripped his wrists like a fancy rich kid who we all used to know at school.

“Woah, slow your roll, doll face.” He smiles, helping you back to your standing position, backing away respectfully. Grandma boy lets out a groan.

“What are you doing here, Hyung? Didn’t you already get your daily dose of ego boost for the day?” The hip man chuckles, throwing his arm around the younger boy.

“Ahhh, Jimin-ahh.” He turns to you, flashing a quick wink. “One can never receive too many compliments. Isn’t that right, sweetcheeks?”

Back away, Y/n.

BACK. AWA-

“Ow!”

Fuck.

You turn around, jaw practically dropping to the floor as you’re met with the most handsomest man who you’ve ever seen - rocking.. Leopard print..?

He bows quickly, mumbling a quick sorry under his breath before making his way over to the freezer section. Your eyes followed his body as if they’d been on a rope of some sort. The black satin suit he draped had been luxurious looking. Wondering why in the hell would he be in these parts of the streets with such lush items at hand.

What the hell was going on!?

You back away slowly, careful as to not bump into anyone else, before you book it towards the door.

A voice calls out before you can leave. “Wait! Ma’am you’ve gotta pay for that!”

Another one. “Hey, that’s not the d!-”

You smack into the huge glass window. Face smearing against its once polished surface, as your body slides down in embarrassment.

“-oor..” He sucks in a breath, wincing in pain for you.

This was just perfect.

“Jungkook back up, give her some room.”

“I am-”

“Dude I can literally see you drooling over her-”

“Ewww, Taehyung, get your hand out of your pants!”

“What? My balls itch!”

“Dude that's still gro- move your fat ass over, Jimin!”

“Hey! My ass is fabulous and we all know it!”

"Fat ass full of LIES, Jimin." Jungkook retorts.

Jimin gasps, holding his chest. "Why you little-"

“Shh shh, I think she’s waking up!”

Jimin grumbles, arms crossing over his chest as he mumbles. "Hmph. You're just jealous."

The room goes silent. They watch as your chest rises, then falls once more. Soon, your eyes peel open. The bright fluorescent light beams down onto your sensitive face, holding your hand to caress the tender spot gently, wincing from pain.

“That was one hell of a knockout, dude.” The blonde man retorts, coughing as grandma looking guy shoves his side. You sit up, as blazer man’s hand comes out to support your back.

“Easy, girl. Nice and slow.” He coos.

“She’s not a dog, idiot.” The man wearing a mint green shirt that had the words ‘vetements’ labeled, retorts. His orange headband looked like someone had just cut off the top of his beanie. The orange, clear sunglasses add for coolness, but you highly doubt practicality.

You take a look around the room, no longer seeing the shelved convenient store which had been wreaked. Now, you were just sat in a dark room, with a few condiment bottles played across and some toilet paper rolls. A bright light swings overyour body, as the group of men gather around your body like an interrogation.

The light suddenly flashed into your eyes, making you wince. His voice is stern and deep. “Where were you on the night of January 10th, 1943?!” You let out a groan, pushing the man away as a few of the others start hitting him on the side.

“Dumbass, she might have a concussion!” Taehyung whines, flinching away from his brothers’ slaps.

Your feet are suddenly lifted from their resting place, as your head slams against the table. You moan out from pain. “Maybe she’s having a seizure?? Lift her head!” Grandma-boy is quick to lift your head, while the other man holds your feet. Emo boy and grandma fight over who’s right.

“Yah! Jungkook let go! You’re hurting her!” Grandma squeezes your head, pulling it to his chest. Emo boy tugs at your feet, nearly dragging along your skinny jeans in the process. Your hands quickly grip onto the loops, holding on for dear life as to not expose yourself to these strangers.

“Me hurting her!? You’ve practically got her in a choke-lock, Jiminie! Let go of her!”

“No! YOU let go of her!”

“No, YOU!”

“NO. YOU!”

“N-”

“BOTH OF YOU, let go of her!” Namjoon’s voice echoes through the dimly lit storage room, as the two boys both let go of you at the same time. Their arms cross against their chests, huffing towards one another.

Namjoon’s hand comes up to graze your bruise, sighing. “You okay?” Your head nods slowly, rubbing at your temples.

“Just hurts a bit..” You comment. His hand extends out, holding a little bag of frozen veggies for a cold compress. You’re quick to put it to the bruise, sucking in a breath from the level of pain. Namjoon’s eyes soften, head tilting to the side.

“It’s a pretty nasty bruise alright..” your lips roll off a sigh in frustration, head lowering from shame.

“Is the window okay?” Blazer man’s chuckle cuts in, as he pulls a chair up to sit in front of you.

“Baby girl, that window could withstand ten rounds fired at a time. I’m sure it’s okay.” Your head swivels around, taking in the strange scene.

“Where am I?”

“SHE HAS AMNESIA-” Emo boy rushes over, yanking down on your head, peeling back your eyelids as far as they could go. “How many fingers am I holding up!?!??!”

Your head turns to the side, fist clenching as you ask Namjoon. “Can I punch him?” Namjoon chuckles, hands resting between his spread thighs.

“Sadly, no. He’s got a photo shoot here in about an hour.” You groan, feeling the strength of Namjoon pulling you up by your arm and away from the emo kid’s frantic grip.

“Ya’ll are idiots.” Mint boy retorts, popping off the cap from one of the Coke’s. Blazer man’s head swivels, as fire burns in his eyes.

“MIN FUCKING YOONGI YOU BETTER PAY FOR THAT!” Yoongi’s eyes roll, flicking the cap into rapping man’s hand

“Chill, I’ll leave the cash at the register before I leave.”

“Ow! Taehyung get your hands off of me!” Grandma yelps out, trying to pull himself from Taehyung’s grip.

Namjoon sighs, shaking his head. “I swear, this place is a daycare.”

“Oh shut up, namjoon! You’re the one who broke the album display!” Hoseok chimes in, laughing at the whole situation.

Namjoon swivels in his seat to defend himself. “Well I- I- You see- … ah fuck it.”

You chuckle, holding your cheek in pain from smiling. Yoongi’s head turns, eyebrow quirking at you. “Whatchya laughing at, window girl?” Your features straighten, slowly sinking in your seat at his comment.

“Ah, lighten up on her Yoongs. She’s just a kid.” Your head perks up.

“Excuse me?!”

“You’re excused.” Jungkook adds in, while continuing to rip Taehyung from Jimin’s hair.

“Bitch, I’m twenty-five!”

He smirks. “Oh really? Ya don’t look a day past twelve.” Hip Hop wannabe boy pops into the conversation, while snatching the Coke from Yoongi’s hand.

“Fucking- you do this every time, Hoya.”

“CAN I GET A ‘HOOOYEAHHH!?’”

“ALL OF YOU, GET OUT OF MY STORE!” Jin stands, pushing the rest of you out the door in a group. Before you know it, you’re back out into Korea’s sweating summer days, with six other men tagged along.

The streets are quiet, all except for one voice.

“So, anybody down to fuck?” They all groan and yell out in unison, except for you.

"JIMIN"

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