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BTS DRABBLE-OT7

 2020 has been shit. Covid, Quarantine, tours cancelled, dreams stopped, life at a standstill. And when the boys are nominated-finally-for a Grammy, there’s nothing more you want to do than celebrate with them all, yet, you’re separated by walls and the sense of responsibility to keep them safe. And you feel as if your heart is finally breaking. However, they’re determined to see you-one way or another. 

Tags: BTS, Bangtan boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS x you, BTS x reader, Poly!BTS, boyfriend au, Kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, kim namjoon, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook, Fluff, Angst

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Title: Life Goes On

“Please, please, please.” You find yourself muttering over and over beneath your breath, like a mantra that you can’t seem to stop. 

“Nominations for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance are as follows-” 

The voice of the woman on the TV seems to be ringing in your ears, sounding as if it’s coming through a tinny phone speaker, and you swallow hard, screwing your eyes shut, as you sit at the break room table, fingers clenched into white knuckles in your lap, half eaten lunch long forgotten. 

“They’re gonna get it, (Y/N).” Tara, one of the fellow nurses, reaches across the table and squeezes your hand in her own, offering you a gentle smile, as you try to give her a weak grin back in return. 

And then, the TV sounds through the silence once more. 

“Justin Bieber, Lady GaGa, Taylor Swift-” 

You can feel your mouth drying with each name listed, and just as your heart is squeezing in your chest, and your throat is feeling as if it will close and cut off our breathing completely-

“And BTS.” 

Your mouth falls open, as cheers erupt around the break room, and Tara is shrieking beside you and clamping down on your hand, as others who you know from work are standing up to congratulate you with pats on the back and high fives. 

You feel numb. But in a good way. 

“They did it.” You say breathlessly, voice hitching on a sudden emotional laugh, as you stand up from the table and hurriedly wipe at the tears that are pooling in the corner of your eyes. “I have to make a phone call.” You say to Tara, who waves you off with a knowing look, and an expression that says she’ll take care of the floor till you get back. 

Barging into the women’s bathroom, you utter a hasty apology to a patron who is almost hit by the door, and ignoring her blatant glare, lock yourself into the end stall, fingers shaking as you struggle to click on Namjoon’s contact information. 

He’ll be the one who is most likely to have his phone on him at this hour. 

You tap your foot on the tile, impatiently listening to the ringing in your ear, as you wait for him to pick up, glancing down at the watch you wear on your wrist. 

It’s 3 AM, but surely, they haven’t gone to bed right after the announcement. 

Not after this. 

“Hello??” Namjoon’s voice sounds in your ear, breathless and excited and loud, and you instantly feel your heart squeeze at the sound. 

“Hi!” You manage to push a smile onto your face, and clutch the phone tighter to your ear, as you adjust our seat on the cold lid of the toilet. Your fingers claw desperately at the speaker next to your ear, as if you can will yourself through the phone and beside them. “You did it! You guys did it, Joonie!” 

“Hold on! I’m putting you on speaker.” There is the rustle of hasty fingers pressing buttons, and then Namjoon’s voice, slightly distant now, comes back in your ear. “Can you hear us, jagi?” 

“Yes!” You laugh, and choke slightly on the tears that are suddenly making an overwhelming lump in your throat. “Who’s there? Tell me please?” 

“Me, noona!” Jungkook’s voice is loud in your ear, and you hold the speaker away a bit, a grin lighting up your features at how incredibly alive he sounds in this moment. You can practically envision him jumping up and down while he talks hurriedly over the noise of the other boys. “Did you watch? Did you see? We got the nomination!” 

“I know, Kook!” You laugh, and the sound is watery, which you hope doesn’t translate through the phone, as you reach up to wipe across your nose with the back of your hand, the tears leaking over and streaming down your cheeks now in warm drips. “I saw. I’m so proud of you, baby boy.” 

“I’m here too, baby girl.” Jimin’s warm, soft tones fill your ear now, softer than his brother’s, but no less excited, and you bite down hard on your bottom lip, as a wave of missing him comes over you unexpectedly. “I can’t believe that we did it.” 

“I can.” You respond firmly, the waver leaving your tone for just a moment, as your fingers clench around the phone. “I can one hundred percent believe it, Jiminie.” 

“Taehyung didn’t even react to the nomination.” Namjoon sounds over the phone once more, laughter in his voice, and then you hear the solid sound of someone pushing him aside, as he laughs loudly, the phone sounds becoming fuzzy for a moment. 

Then Taehyung’s voice, loud and clear and defensive, echoes in your ear. “Yah! I was caught off guard, that’s all! I was in shock!” 

“Understandable.” You laugh once more, and the quiver is back, as the lump in your throat grows, as you hear them laughing and teasing one another, without you. Again. “I’m so proud of you guys. I love you. And-” You take in a deep, shaky breath, before you reach up to wipe away a sudden flood of tears with the palm of your free hand. “I wish I could be there to celebrate with you.” 

“Shit, don’t cry, jagi.” Namjoon is back, and you hear shushing in the background, before his voice is loud and clear once more. “We didn’t mean to upset you.” 

“No, no!” You wave your hand in the solitude of the empty bathroom stall, and pull your knees up to your chest, as you fight for breath through the sudden tears clogging your chest and throat. You manage to laugh, though it comes through as more of a half strangled sob. “You didn’t. I’m sorry. I just miss you guys. That’s all.” 

“We miss you too, sweetheart.” Taehyung’s voice is low and serious, and you can imagine the worry in his dark eyes. 

The sound of the bathroom door opening, signalling that you’re no longer alone, has you rising to your feet, brushing at the tears that continue to fall. 

“Okay. I have to go.” You sniff loudly once more, and reach for a wad of toilet paper to wipe your face. “I’ll call you all once I’m off shift. But remember-” You put your lips close to the speaker, and close your eyes, imagining their faces. “I’m so so proud of you. And I love you guys.” 

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“Did you get to talk to Yoongi?” Your roommate looks up from stirring the ramen she is making for dinner, and offers you a curious look, as you sit at the kitchen table, eyes still puffy from the nap you had just taken after getting off your shift. 

“Yeah.” You yawn, stifling the action with a hand, and your throat and mouth feel raw from all the crying you’ve been doing, and from being exhausted. “He and Hobi and Jin called me on the drive home. They had all fallen asleep.” 

“Ah.” Your roommate grins at you, waving the large slotted spoon in your direction. “That’s cute.” She raises an eyebrow at you. “Did Yoongi cry?” 

“Yes.” You laugh, and the sound is slightly melancholy. “I think we all cried together for the first like ten minutes of the phone call.” 

Turning off the stove, she hands you a bowl of steaming ramen, sitting across the table from you, before she says softly, “You really miss them, huh?” 

“Yeah.” You sigh heavily, stirring the food around, not feeling much like eating, as your heart once again aches in your chest for the millionth time that day. “I hate being apart from them. I wanna celebrate with them, and see them after I get off work, and be in the same bed again. I don’t sleep well when I’m alone.” You laugh, and glance at her sheepishly. “I sound pathetic, don’t I?” 

“You are pathetic.” Your roommate grins. “But I bet they miss you just as much.” 

Your phone, buzzing loudly on the table, distracts you from the conversation, and flipping it over to see the lit up screen, a thin smile spreads across your lips, as you glance over at her and say, “Speak of the devil.” 

Pushing aside the bowl of still steaming ramen, you pick up the call, and before he can say anything, you greet him excitedly, “Is this Grammy Nominated Min Yoongi I’m speaking to?” 

There is a slightly amused chuckle from the other end of the phone, but when he speaks, his voice is hoarse and quiet, as if he’s just woken up from a deep sleep, “Hey, baby.” 

You are suddenly worried, and fiddling with the chopsticks in front of you, your roommate shooting you a questioning look, you angle your body away from her and ask carefully, “Yoongs, you sound tired. Are you okay? Did you just finish therapy? Make sure you’re drinking plenty of water and resting.” 

“Shit, baby. I’m fine.” Yoongi interjects, and his voice holds a tone of exasperated bemusement at your worrying. “I didn’t call to talk about me. I have a surprise for you.” 

You try to think of what he could be referring to. Yoongi was in Daegu. Had he sent you something? Something to be delivered? You felt excitement and curiosity, and a hint of confusion, start to gather in your stomach. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask, standing from the table, already headed toward the front door of the apartment. You hadn’t heard anyone knock, but maybe you had missed it? 

“You should go out on your balcony.” Yoongi’s voice fades for a moment, as if the phone has moved from his mouth, and then he’s back again, and his voice sounds slightly less exhausted than before. 

“Why?” You stop in your tracks, and spinning on your heel, head back through the kitchen, as your roommate watches you curiously, toward the living room and the sliding doors that lead out to the balcony. “Seriously, Min Yoongi, if this is some sort of joke-” 

Yoongi laughs, and you can practically picture his bright gummy smile flashing. “Trust me, baby. I’d never do that to you.” 

Letting out a grunt as you push open the one side of the sliding door that always stick, you step out onto the balcony, instantly shivering in the chilly Seoul air, and holding the phone between your shoulder and chin, so you can wrap your arms around your body for warmth, you ask suspiciously, “Okay, I’m outside. Now what?” 

“Now look down.” 

Wait, why did his voice sound so close? So lifelike? As if it weren’t being transmitted from hundreds of miles away through the tinny speakers of two cellphones? What the hell-

You almost drop the phone out of your hand in shock when you step to the balcony railing and see the surprise Yoongi has been referencing-in the form of seven very tangible, and very real, grinning faces, staring up at you from the grass of the apartment courtyard. 

“What-” You gasp out, letting your phone slip into your pocket, because your hands are shaking so much right now, you’re afraid you’ll drop it anyway. “What are you all doing here?” 

Taehyung grins boxily up at you, hands hidden deep into the pockets of his long overcoat, his breath fogging the air, dark hair covered by a beanie. “We wanted to celebrate with you.” 

Your eyes rove over them, and you put a hand up to your mouth as you catch sight of Yoongi, arm in a sling, gums on pink display. He gives you a little wave with his free hand. “Surprise?” 

“You’re here too!” You lean onto the railing for support, leaning farther to take in the vision of them, drinking in their smiles and their faces and their mere presence. “You’re all here! I don’t understand.” 

“We can’t be with you yet,” Jimin jumps in, cocking his head, blonde hair falling into his eyes as he looks up at you affectionately. “But we can see you, at least from a distance. And we wanted to let you know, in person, that we miss you, baby girl.” 

“I miss you too.” You breathe out, warm tears starting to well in the corner of your eyes once more. “But-” You gasp, and wave your arm at them, gesturing to them one by one. “You guys did it! You got a grammy!” 

Namjoon chuckles, and he shifts from one foot to the other in the cold, making you realize that you have barged outside without a jacket and shoes, and you’re slowly starting to feel numb. “Not yet we didn’t, jagi. But with a little luck we will.” He winks at you. 

“Yah.” Jin throws his arm around Namjoon’s shoulders and shouts up to you, his loud voice naturally carrying to the balcony. “Don’t ruin the moment with logic, Namjoon!” 

“I was sleeping and missed it!” Hobi announces, rolling his eyes, before he motions to you and then to his face. “But when I got up, I cried! I couldn’t believe it!” 

You feel warmer just having his sunshine smile shine up to you, and looking down at the seven boys, you don’t even feel the cold anymore. You’re just glad they’re here. 

“Noona, were you excited?” Jungkook chimes in, his dark eyes barely visible beneath long bangs and a pulled down beanie, hands stuffed into the pockets of his puffy winter coat. He dances from foot to foot, as if he can’t stay still. “Did you watch it at work?” 

“Yes!” You laugh, hands gripping the icy railing, as you grin down at Jungkook. “I was on break, and when the news broke, everyone cheered for you guys!” 

“Like this?” Taehyung asks with another grin, before he starts whooping loudly and pumping his fist in the air, each yell echoing off the empty courtyard. 

You laugh, you can’t help it, as they all join their brother, shouting and calling in triumphant, making fools of themselves just to see you smile-Yoongi even joins in. 

“What is all the ruckus out here?” Your roommate appears at your elbow, her tone stern, but a teasing smile on her lips, as she leans over the railing beside you and stares down at the boys. “Will you guys shut up?” 

“Haven’t you heard?!” Taehyung crows out, shooting her a wink. “We’re grammy nominated artists!” 

“I heard, I heard.” She grins now, and slinging an arm around your shoulders, calls down to the boys, “I haven’t stopped hearing about it. (Y/N) never stops talking about you guys, you know.” 

“We know.” Jimin looks smug, and you feel a blush come across your cheeks, as you elbow your roommate in the side. “We never stop talking about her either.” 

“Gross.” Your roommate makes a face and leaves your side, headed back into the warmth of the apartment. 

You sit there for another moment, basking in the joy of simply being able to see them in person after so long, and then leaning once more out over the railing, as far as you can go, hands cold and body numb, you shout out over the courtyard as loudly as possible, for all to hear, “My boyfriends are Grammy nominated, bitches! Did you hear that? GRAMMY NOMINATED!” 

Yoongi and Namjoon look suitably embarrassed, as the rest of the boys once again start crowing out their achievements, and you can’t help the grin that goes across your face as you watch them-your boys. 

2020 had been shit. 

But they made it all worth it. 

And it was only onward and upward from here. 

Together. 

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Limerence

Genre:          Au, fluff, idk crack/humor?

Summary:   Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook witness young love.

“Hyung?”

“Mhm...” Jungkook invites himself to sit down next to Yoongi and Tae on the carpeted hotel floor. “Big night huh?” Taes deep voice timbered through the big room. They’re sitting on the floor, leaning their backs on the wall still in their award-show-clothes. They had a perfect view of the lobby from up here. The spacious indoor balcony resembling the feeling of being in the open. “Yeah” answered Jungkook. BTS accompanied bighits newest kpop-groups to the third Seoul-Junior-Music-Awards. A girl-group and a boy-group...nominated for best girl-group and best boy-group. They both won. Bighit has become a big name since Bangtan Sonyeondan had their big breakthrough. But it had been uncertain if they could show the world that their success was able to spread up to the new generation of trainees and idols. It did. Bighit did it again. All the boys were close to the members of both groups. In fact they kind of felt like they had some kind of responsibility for the young girls and boys. Maybe that was because they saw themselves in them.

“Wow. That’s really good Yeona.” assured Yoongi. ”Really? Don’t lie to me.” “Why would I lie to you?” “I don’t know. People have a tendency to do that.” she said with a bored voice. She did that a lot. Yoongi noticed.

 Whenever she asked for others opinion on her songs or lyrics, she went on with a bored voice as if she didn’t care. She does though. He can see through the cold, sharp demeanor that the 16 year old girl shows of. Because he knows why. She is scared and worried of the criticism towards her. She reminds him of himself in so many ways. The sarcastic humor, the cold exterior. “Well I’m not lying. I really like the song. Your singing and rapping really fits it.” Silence. “You scared?” He asks. “Yeah.” she softly replies. 

Yoongi learned that it’s best to be soft towards her. Everybody is hard on the maknae of the group. Maybe it’s because she is short tempered and doesn’t like being told what to do. Yoongi is a naturally curious person so it was no surprise that he wanted to get to know her better. He found out that she is a talented producer, singer, dancer, and rapper. Who would have know that the petite girl with the innocent looks had endured so much? She had a history. He got to know her in the dim lights of his studio while working on her songs for her group. He felt like a big brother. He wanted her to be happy and successful. So he was nervous himself for the outcome of their first big award show.

 Yoongi doesn’t know if they’ll win. But he does know that she and her girl worked too hard to go home with empty hands. “It’s going to be alright.” he tried to comfort her. “Yeah...everybody says that. But nobody knows, do they?” “You all worked hard for this. Hard work always pays off. Even if you don’t win you can go to sleep with the satisfaction of knowing that you did your best. That’s what I always tell myself.”.  Yeona smiled and the studio lit up. Yoongi always found it hard to express his feelings but he felt like he needed to be honest with the young teenager sitting across from him. “You’re like a little sister to me you know?” He puffed out air like he puffed out the burden of the honest confession in his heart. She smirked. “Yeah i know. You’re like a big brother to me too.” Yoongi couldn’t help but smile.

They leaped out of their seats when the winners for best girl-group and best boy-group were announced. The reminiscent feeling of joy and wonder overcame them. Taehyung remembered hugging Minjun. Congratulating him to his first big win. He was still feeling bubbly. But maybe that was just the champagne. ”Ah, Hyung! Is that Yeona?” Tae asked. “Yah that does look like her.” “That is Yeona!” confirmed Yoongi. “She is not alone as it seems.” Jungkook points out. “It’s Minjun.”

Downstairs the lobby was empty . The staff had already left and it appeared to be unsupervised. Well exept for the three men, watching over the scene. In to the lobby entered a petite girl and a taller Boy. Yeona and Minjun. Yeona changed into normal street clothes as it seems. She looked comfortable wearing jeans-shorts, Converse and a black silk tanktop. Minjun appeared to be talking about something. Motioning with his fingers, supporting his words. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a black hoodie with graphic print. He looked uncomfortable. Like something was off. “I guess it’s Yeona. She does have that effect on him.” Jungkook just answers the question hanging in the air. Yoongi raises his eyebrows. Does she now? “Chill Yoongi.” Taehyung is amused by Yoongis overprotective behavior. “They’ll be fine.”

She looked ethereal balancing on the sidewalk at night. It was his idea to take her out for ice cream at this late hour in the night. To celebrate their win. She tiptoed her way forward whilst spreading out her arms. The wings were the only thing missing from completing her look.

“How come you don’t like strawberry?”

“What” Minjun really hoped it wasn’t too obvious that he was daydreaming about her.

“You said earlier that you don’t like strawberry-ice-cream. Who doesn’t like strawberry-ice-cream?!” she explained. “Well i don’t.”. Yeona shot him a look that said: Duh. “It tastes fake.” “Not always.” “Yeah but most of the time.”

Yeona turned around to face him. It was quiet and you could hear the cars passing by the opposite street. It was a rare occurrence for them. So the enjoyed the silence. They are idols now. Flashing cameras and screaming fans are now part of their lives. Nobody had spotted them yet. Thank god. They would cause headlines. The maknaes of the two hottest new Kpop-groups dating! So they basked in the silence of the moonlight illuminating the scene. Yeona flashed him a smile and Minjun was sure his heart was going to leap out of his chest. She looked pretty. Well she always does. She has thick and silky black hair that falls to her collarbones and soft milky skin that blushed under the streetlights. She has that particular petite, fairy-like look about her that translates into every move she makes. Brown almond eyes and long legs. But most importantly rosy lips which he desperately wants to kiss. And he hates it. Its so damm distracting and has a effect on every aspect of his day. Rehearsing for shows, song writing, producing. Everything.

Obviously people noticed. Taehyung did first. “Why not tell her that you like her?” he said. If it was that easy he would have done it till now. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize that they had reached the lobby of the hotel. “Hey Min?”

“Hey Min?”

“Huh?”

Yeona focused her eyes on his ‘Trasher’-Hoodie. If she looked him in the eye now she was sure she would say something dumb and ruin the night. She looks up at him anyway. His curly brown hair falls into his face and his eyes look down on her. “Uhm...” She did say something dumb. Why is this so difficult? Yeona stands there awkwardly shifting her weight from her heels to her toes and back.

Screw this. Just do it. Minjun stops thinking and just steps closer. Bowing his head down to her lips.

Oh thank god he made a move. It was a matter of a few centimeters now. And she can feel his breath on her lips. But still stands frozen on her spot. He looks into her eyes.

Ok?

Ok.

And then they kiss. Minjun is sure his system is going to collapse or at least short circuit. He can feel the soft press of her lips against his. Finally. And it all falls into place. He feels her going on her tiptoes and his hands move to her side gripping onto her silk tanktop. His palms are sweating and he hopes she doesn’t notice. Yeona tastes like chocolate ice-cream but he tastes more underneath the chocolate. Strawberry. Must be the lipgloss or something. And he hates strawberry. But he can definitely see himself as a fan of the peculiar flavour in the future. At least when it comes to her.

“That’s stuff people write songs about.” Jungkook wonders out loud. “Yeah.” “It’s adorable.” “Since when are you such a romantic Jungkookie?” laughs Tae. “I’ve always been.” he quips back. “Thank god he made a move, I told him to just get it over with.” “How thoughtful of you.” “I’m always thoughtful Jungkook-ah.” “Sure you are.”

“Yoongi?” Tae asks realizing that he hasn’t said anything yet. Yoongi is just sitting there looking down at the teens. “He better treat her right.” he grumbles.

Tae and Jungkook can’t help but laugh quietly.

Notes: I thought of this story some days ago and i was overcome with big brother!BTS feels and this happend. I know that it’s kind of OC-centric but i really wanted to post it. Hope you liked it. byeeee