#stylist noona please move that's my dream job

[chanrizard]

🖤🖤🖤🖤

[jizemderler]

What could never be {Kim Namjoon}

A/N: You’re the boys stylist and one major requirement for this job was being married to minimize the rumors about the boys. Now you were married when you got the job...

Part 2

“Jungkook don’t!” you warned him and reached out your arms as if you could catch him if he fell into the pool. “You don’t have any back up clothes.” you added and glared at him with your heart heating against your chest.

“Noona’s glaring at me.” he said to the camera man while backing up from the pool and you took a deep breath while shaking your head. You’re palms started sweating while you watched him so you rubbed them dry on your jeans. The ring on your ringfinger caught your attention and you turned it in between your fingers until someone called for your name.

You were flattening out Namjoons jacket while he watched you work. “Is this okay?” you asked while stepping back to look at him. “Move for me please.” you asked him and he lift his arms and turned his torso from left to right. “Your abs show a bit is that okay with you or should I change the length?” you asked him professionally and he thought about it for a second. “What song is it for?” you asked while looking at the list taped to the wall. “Oh, right. I would need to make a dress out of it if you don’t want your abs to show in that choreo.” you chuckled and he joined with his laugh.

“That’s it then?” he asked and you nodded. “If you’re comfy?” “Yeah.” he answered and you nodded again to dismiss him. “Call Taehyung in for me. He’s gonna complain about the weight of the jacket again but I can’t change that.” you said half jokingly and Namjoon chuckled while taking his shirt off.

“How’s your family doing?” he asked casually and your body tensed up. They knew that you were living alone with your husband. Well, your ex-husband. “Fine.” you answered quickly and didn’t look at him keeping your hands busy with the clothes. “Greet hyung from me.” he said and that made you look up because he would never greet your husband. “Sure.” you said after a fee seconds and he looked away. “I’ll get Tae.” he said after changing and left the room without saying anything else.

You finished work around 10pm and decided to grab a coffee before driving home. As soon as you sat down in your car you took off the golden ring and threw it into the box next to the drivers seat. You started the car and were about to drive off when suddenly someone knocked on the window. “What the..?” you said and saw Yoongi looking through the window mimicking you to roll down the window. “We’re going out to eat. Do you wanna tag along?” he asked and you thought about it for a second. You would feel alone at home so you agreed.

You were all sitting around a table enjoying some delicious korean barbeque when you noticed Namjoon looking at you. You catched his gaze and raised your eyebrows to ask him nonverbally what he wanted. He nodded towards your hand and just then you realized that you forgot your ring in the car. Your eyes widened and you pulled that hand under the table chuckling nervously. “My hands were swallen and I took it off.” you explained and he nodded.

***

It was about two weeks later and you had one on one sessions with the boys for the last fitting of their new outfits when it happened. You were standing in the hallway waiting for Namjoon to arrive. Jimin just had left and the studio was empty. You were writing something on your phone when you heared footsteps coming closer. “Hey!” you greeted him with a hug and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He was a giant of a man and you were kind of lost in his arms. “Hi.” he answered into your ear and a chill went down your spine.

“You ready to put the final versions of your outfits on?” you asked him enthusiastically as you stepped back and clapped your hands together. He nodded and you walked together into the fitting room. It was always fun working with Namjoon but today he seemed like he had something on his mind. He couldn’t hold still and it felt like he tried to escape your touch.

“Namjoon you need to hold still if you don’t want me to ram a needle into your chest.” you said while fixing the collar of his button up. You were finished with sewing the part and saw that you left the scissors on the table so you did what came first to your mind. You leaned in, your nose slightly brushing his neck and ripped of the excess garn with your teeth. “Got it.” you said holding the bit of garn up and smiled at him. You couldn’t really decipher the look in his eyes when you looked up so you were thrown off when he stepped closer and reached his hand out to pleace it on the crook of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. It was just a brief moment, just until you realized what was happening, his warm and soft lips against your. Before you could allow yourself to kiss him back you pushed at his chest and pulled away. “What..?” you whispered and covered your mouth with you hand. His eyes went down to your hand and stuck at your ringfinger. His own eyes went wide in shock and he reached his hand out but you stepped back.

“I think you should go.” you said while looking at the floor. “Noona- I...I’m sorry, I-...”

“Namjoon you need to leave.” you interrupted him and he let out a big sigh and started chewing his bottom lip. Seeing how cold you were he growled something, grabbed his jacket and left. As soon as you were alone you had to sit down and calm your nerves. “What just happened?” you said to yourself and traved your lips with the tip of your fingers. The feeling of his heavenly lips still lingering right there.

***

You didn’t talk to Namjoon for weeks after the accident. Whenever he tried to talk to you you brushed it off and kept working professionally. He was getting more fruatrated with every passing day and he snapped at last. When everybody else was out eating he pulled you into the very fitting room where it happened and locked the door.

“What’s this about?” you said and tried to walk past him but he blocked the exit. “We need to talk.” he said and you shook your head. “No we don’t”

“Yes we do. Listen.” he said and grabbed you by your shoulders. You wriggled yourself free and crossed your arms infront of your chest. “Look I’m not going to act like I don’t have any feelings for you because I do. But I shouldn’t have done that. I stepped over the line. You’re married and I don’t play that game. I’m really sorry. You were not wearing your ring constantly and he’s not picking you up from work and we haven’t seen him for almost a year now, so I got confused. I’m sorry these aren’t excuses. I shouldn’t have done anything.” he kept apologizing and the need to tell him grew inside of you with every passing minute. “I hope you won’t hate me. I will hold back and something like that won’t ever happen again. I hope you didn’t tell your husband. I don’t think he would appreciate you working somewhere where the guy has a crush on you. Let’s just atay friends and I’ll get over it. Just give me some time and don’t turn your back on me. That shit hurts even more. I don’t wanna loose you all together. I promise I won’t...”

“I got divorced.” you blurted out finally and his mouth fell open. “Wha-...”

“It’s been a little over a year. We got divorced but I’m still wearing the stupid ring of that bastard because I can’t loose this job. Not this too.” you said and looked away. “Please you can’t tell anyone. I’ll do anything you want I just need you to not tell anyone. Not even the b-..” You couldn’t finish your sentence because the next thing he did was cup your face with his large hands and kiss you. You were not able to kiss him back in the first seconds out of shok and tried to push him away but he was holding you in place until you gave in and kissed him beck. Your hands were resting on his chest and his wandered down to your hips. You parted when both of you were out of breath and he leaned his forehead against yours while smiling from ear to ear. You didn’t open your eyes and furrowed your brows coming back to reality. “We can’t do this.” you whispered and his smile faltered. “Why?” he said anxiously and you pushed him away gently. “Because I’ll get fired.” you said and he couldn’t answer to that. “I’ll talk to the managers...”

“No Namjoon. You don’t get it. I will get fired if we start something. It’s in the contract.” you said and stepped back. “I made a name for myself and work myself to the top here. If I loose my job because of a relationship with you, I will never find a nother job anywhere. No management will trust me anymore.”

“But we can try to...”

“Joon this is my dream. I worked so hard to get here. You’ll understand me better than anyone. I can’t loose this. I’m sorry.” you said and shook your head. This was really heartbreaking and you hated it. This could’ve been such a pure relationship, but it ended before it could start. He didn’t try to say anything but reached his hand out to take yours into his. He brushed his thumb gently over the back of your hand and amiled sadly.

“At least I won’t feel bad dreaming about you.” he said and your heart broke into a million pieces for a man who was never yours and could never be.

A/N: Part 2 anyone??? vdjdsn

[reeesea]

Something Sweet: Part Seven

~sweet home~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: minsung, han jisung/lee minho

warning: mild language

words: 4.7k

summary:  Home is where your bros at right? right.

a/n: I actually like this chapter, shocker. i hope you enjoy 

ao3

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Minho stared at the video file sitting on his computer, on the familiar application site that had been haunting his mind for the past couple years. The debate he found himself in with himself on whether or not to submit another application, had become his default subject of thought for much of the past few weeks. All building up to right now. Something had tipped the scale though. Something that reminded him if he didn't submit an entry this year, that he might as well have given up on his one dream. His one goal. The only thing that had been keeping him motivated through university. So once again he found himself rationalizing, and knew that if anything he had to try, at least just one last time. 

Upload complete, Thank you for your entry!

Minho sighed loudly. He had sent it in. The first part of the application. It was just a basic dance routine supplied by the academy. He had practice and recorded it all within one sitting. Having been a part of a dance crew for much of the past year had allowed him to quickly pick up choreography and perfect it. The other reason being that he wanted more than anything to get the overbearing presence of the audition tape out of his head space as soon as possible. A heavy sigh left his lips as he laid back down on the studio floor, not too long after a ping of his phone revived just enough for him to check his messages.

[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

2:50 pm

Minho-hyung!

I hope your day has been going well~

Sadly, no updates on when ill be free :/ 

They’re working us hard for the debut

It’s alright Ji, work hard!

You better be taking care of yourself tho...

4:03 pm (new)

Have you heard this song? Made me think of you :)

{link attached}

I hope you like it!!!!

Oh, no i havent

I’ll give it a listen ^-^

As of late it wasn’t uncommon for Jisung to send the older songs he thought he would like. Always saying some cheesy line that was so blatantly sweet it made Minho flustered everytime. This time of course was no exception. 

Ping.

HYUNG THAT EMOJI

Asjdnjsfma

I knew I was rubbin goffon you 

Kkkkk

Dont get too ahead of yourself 

atleast I can still type coherent sentences

~goffon~ 

Boo :p

Why Jisung was so persistent about sending him songs was lost on the older, but it was a sweet reminder that someone was thinking about him. It had been a while since Minho had even imagined that someone took a few minutes of their day to actually consider how he was doing. It didn't quite make sense to him that suddenly out of nowhere, there was his boy, man, person, who purposefully took the time to dedicate brain cells to his existence. Wild. 

Minho hurriedly clicked the link to the song that Jisung had sent. It was an upbeat song, with a strong but subtle strumming of a guitar to keep the song’s pace just quick enough to be comfortable. “There's no one else that could ever hold me like you do.” The lyrics were in the realm of positive longing and companionship, but the dips into minor chords and tone of the singer created a mood of desperation. More than anything, the song brought forth a story to Minho. One that he could see with his eyes close and feel his body wanting to move to. 

A smile stretched across his face, as he rose from his spot on the floor, dusting off the dull ache and pressure in his shoulders from having just finished a routine not even 10 minutes ago. 

“But I know that I'd be crazy, Not to wanna be the one to keep you up all night”

Woah there Jisung, at least take me out to dinner first. He made a mental note to tease the younger later about his “Made me think of you :)” line later. Already stretching and drawing a plan in his head, Minho took his phone and saved the song, pressing the repeat button twice, to allow the guitar chords and chorus harmonies to carry on endlessly. A smirk stretched into an excited smile. Not wanting to jinx himself, a shy “finally” was whispered in the back of Minho’s mind at the surge of inspiration, but not spoken aloud just yet.

---

Flashing lights, heavy makeup, hot clothing, and too much fog from the smoke machine is all Jisung had thought about for the last couple hours. 3RAHCHA was in their last photo shoot for their debut. The concept photos would be released later through the week, slowly revealing the three members and their group as officially signed with JJP ent. 

The multicolor lights had been running through his vision for so long that as soon as he walked into their Green Room, he had almost forgotten what color everything actually was. Looking in the mirror he saw the blonde highlighted streaks in his hair had settled nicely, slightly slicked back. The stylist had surely done their jobs well. Painting the three rappers up to look less like the nightcrawlers they were, and into something that leather and fishnet clad superstars might look like was definitely a challenge. Jisung had his makeup done just enough to give his eyes a smoky look to them, and grey contacts to emphasize his gaze. The ensemble he had on looked like something that had come straight from a catwalk. Fishnets crawling up his arms from his gloved hands and an asymmetrical shit he for sure would not have been able to put on without the help of his stylist-noona. All that plus some leather pants and combat boots, he definitely looked more like his persona J.One than the notorious hoodie clad couch potato named Jisung he usually found himself as. 

Having just finished his own solo shoot, he signaled Changbin to head on to the set as he returned. The older nodded from his chair in front of the makeup station, as the artist finished the final touches to his eyeliner. Jisung watched as the shorter rapper walked out to the set in a white puffer jacket that he somehow pulled off, even with the bright red pants he wore. A part of Jisung was thankful his stylist hadn’t taken that many liberties with his outfit, but the makeup and outfit Changbin wore really only emphasized his intimidating stare and the wideness of his shoulders. It was undeniable that their concept photos would come out well. 

Chan, who was seated on a couch, eating some of the provided sandwiches, was already hunched over his computer and mixing equipment again, airpods in. Probably working on tracks for their third comeback knowing him. Not wanting to jump right back into work Jisung snagged a few snacks from the buffet and found a chair he could lay on. Listening to music that wasn't work had become a rarity for Jisung in the years he had been with 3RACHA. Of course he always tried to stay on top of the recent pop and hip hop trends, but straying any farther than his trusty morning and workout playlists was more than unlikely. 

Lately though, Jisung found himself looking through a lot of random indie, alternative, “western” pop, and especially dance music. The versatility of the genres was comforting to Jisung in the rather turbulent state his emotions and mental state have been in, as the debut approached. Also Minho. Meeting Minho definitely had introduced a whole new set of feelings Jisung was still working on navigating. As he listened to the different songs that populated this radio, he told himself he was just looking for some inspiration for his lyrics and 3RACHA’s new music, but even he knew that was mostly a lie. 

Ever since that night at the bar with Minho he found himself always considering the older and what he would think of a song or how he would dance to it, or if he would even like it. After pointing out that he liked a particularly upbeat pop song with melancholic lyrics, during their impromptu karaoke session, Jisung had been delvinging into all related categories to find songs he thought the older might enjoy. He wanted more than anything to inspire his older companion? Partner? (that was a later Jisung question.) but he wanted to repay the man who had allowed him to get out of his creative slump. That night, as soon as the youngest rapper had returned to the 3RACHA “house” he felt the start of at least 5 separate tracks and choruses appear in his brain. His two hyungs jumped into action along with him as Jisung desperately tried to write and record everything that was jumping out of his brain at once. 

Jisung remembered Chan’s smile and encouraging words as he fitted a few of his new verses to songs they had previously put on the shelf. After finding a particularly emotional but upbeat song he immediately wanted to send it to Minho. He always got hung up on what to say with the link. Other than the thought vomit that occurred every time he chooses to send him a potentially good song: “Found this song? U Like???” No Jisung, what are you five?? “I think you will enjoy this song. Please give it a listen? :0” No that just sounds desperate. 

“You doing alright there Ji, I can hear you sighing through my earbuds?” Chan peeked out from under his styled bangs with a raised eyebrow, sending Jisung into a red embarrassed mess that he had been caught. He hoped his layers of foundation would cover it up. 

“Yeah fine fine, don't worry. I’m FINE.” Attempting to hide Jisung curled up tighter into his arm chair. Just be casual Jisung it's a song not a marriage proposal dear god. “Have you heard this song? Made me think of you :)” Good, yes fine. Send.

Minho responded immediately and cutely with an emoji that made his heart jump a little. Minho would respond always with a variation of a “Thanks! I’ll go listen”, but Jisung had yet to receive any confirmation that the older actually enjoyed the links he sent, much less had found some inspiration in them. At this point the only thing he could do was hope. He wanted nothing more than Minho to be smiling because of him.

--

Officially exhausted, it wasn’t until late when the 3RACHA boys had finally made it back to their apartment. The day Jisung had, had been anything but short. Almost collapsing immediately on the couch. Sana notified them that she had already ordered food to be delivered for dinner and that they should go to bed as soon as they had finished eating. Chan looked like he was about to pass out on the couch before the food even arrived, which was more than likely at this point. After their shoot they were immediately sent to a few other meetings laying out their marketing and schedule plans for the upcoming weeks. Although glad they were able to part with their artistic and career decisions with their company, it did add a lot of work and responsibilities to the trio. 

Jisung’s phone had died somewhere after meeting 3 of 5 and he had submitted to having to carry the lifeless brick with him anyway. Not ideal for his wandering mind and anxiety that comes with a few too many stressful meetings. Once finally arriving home he went and plugged his phone in at the charger on the kitchen counter. Lighting up with notification buzzes as it rebooted back to life. 

[ 5 new messages from Lee Minho hyungie]

Immediately cursing himself internally for not bringing his charger with him, he opened his messages from Minho ignoring all others. 

[Lee Minho hyungie]

5:45 pm

Hey Jisungie, just finished up practice!

Actually may or may not have danced to the song u sent…

Maybe I’ll show you some day hehehehehehehehe ;)

7:21 pm

Han Jisung, did you forget your charger again >:/ 

Well I’m off to my late shift, I hope you have a good night~

Jisung always found himself smiling at Minho’s before work texts. They were always so cute. Either some sort of sweet well wishing or some other Minho-esque goodbye, along the lines of “don’t die mysteriously while i'm gone ;p” or “Have a good night, try not to miss my WONDERFUL company too much <3”. (The hearts always made Jisung grin hard, even if they were sarcastic)

This night though, Jisung found him almost jumping in victory at Minho’s text. 

[Lee Minho hyungie]

12:35 am

YOU DANCED TO THE SONG

Really?!?!?!

What did you like about it? 

When can I see????

You better not leave me on read after work!

Jisung tried to imagine what kind of dance Minho would do to the track he sent,and suddenly found himself flush at the thought of watching the other dance. Somehow, watching Minho dance, felt more intimate than any other situation that they’ve shared. Thankfully Minho seemed to want to hold off, so at least of the time being Jisung’s heart was safe. The exhaustion and stress from the day faded ever so slightly as soon as he thought of Minho with coordinating blush to match. 

Jisung you lovestruck fool.

“Jisung! Food’s here!!! If you don't hurry Chan’ll eat your portion again.”

“HEY! It was one time.” Laughter filled the apartment gently as they all respectively fought gravity to get up and make their way to collect the food from the delivery man.  

---

Minho tore up the stairs and through their apartment door as quickly as he could without spilling the carry out food he had in his arms. The clock was ticking a little past midnight and fear set in that the older would miss their planned celebrations. 

Bursting through the door, “Did I beat him?!” The oldest was frazzled from rushing in order to beat their third roommate home from work.

“Barely! I was afraid you wouldn’t make it, with having to bring the carry out.” Hyunjin’s sigh of relief was visible throughout the boy's now relaxed body. He had spent the last ten minutes hoping that they would still be able to pull off their surprise party for the youngest. Pacing around and failing to come up with any backup plans if Minho had been later than Felix. Thankfully for them both, Minho had a way of always being on time. 

“Hey all that matters is I made it. Is everything else ready?” Looking around Minho could see that Hyunjin’s bed was transitioned back into the couch setting and that the floors had been tidied up. A couple stray balloons littered the floor as well as a home made “happy birthday felix” sign hung from their living room screen divider. 

“Yep, I've just been waiting anxiously for you to get home for the past half hour.”

The door handle of their apartment began to jiggle, signaling the two boys to spring into action. Minho setting down the carry out, and Hyunjin frantically lights candles on the small cake on the coffee table. The door swung open, revealing a disheveled after-work Felix wandering through the door. As soon as the boy turned toward their living room, he was accosted with shouts and the flailing limbs of his hyungs. 

“Surprise!!!” “Happy Birthday!!!” 

Felix’s smile erased any of the signs of exhaustion off his face immediately as soon as he spotted his hyungs excited expressions. The cake, the streamers, the balloons, and sign all sparked some joyful tearing of his eyes as he set down his things and made his way to the small cake with a few random lit candles on top. The clock had crossed over into the next day as Felix had made his way home, that he had almost forgotten that it was now technically the early morning hours of his birthday. Coming home to joyful cheers instead of their usual exhausted silence had given him a certain happiness that he hadn’t realized he was missing. 

For all of three of the roommates this was their first time having a celebration in their small home together. By now the sense of home was undeniable and without realizing it all of them had begun to consider each other and their shared 3 room apartment, home. 

The disjointed singing of happy birthday followed by the laughter and conversation surrounded their coffee table as the three enjoyed their small carryout feast and cake. The warmth that their company gave each other lasted well into the night.

“Hyung! It's my birthday, stop eating all the cake!!!” 

“I have no idea what youre talking about Lixie.” Minho says while actively taking another bite of their 2 person sized cake. 

“Hyung!” The laughter of the oldest filled the room followed by the other two’s not too long after.

“Happy Birthday Lixie~” The smile hadn’t left the freckled boys faces since he had sat down, and remained as he pulled his two roommates into a forceful hug. It was his birthday so the boys both submitted to the clingy nature of their third roommate, as always.

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It was late into the early morning by the time Minho had checked his phone. 

[ 5 new messages from Rich Boy Han Jisung]

A soft pang of guilt hits his chest after reading the younger’s texts and realizing that he did in fact leave the other on read for the better part of the last two hours.  

2:43 am 

I’m so sorry Sungie!

We were celebrating Felix’s birthday, and I didnt check my phone…. 

Look at the cute cake we got him!

{photo attached}

Minho sent the selfie of the three of them with Felix’s cake, if anything just to lessen the guilt in his chest. Hoping that the cuteness of Felix’s smile would be enough to forgive him for low key ghosting him for a few hours. Minho knows that on the days Jisung has the most schedules are the hardest for him mentally, and he always tries his best to be there for him and send him a message or two to lessen the load on those nights. The fact that he hadn’t been there tonight filled him with some worry. A part of him hoped that the younger would’ve been asleep by now but their late night track record did not exactly support that. 

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Jisung had been lying painfully awake in his bed for an hour when he heard the buzz of his phone. Slightly upset with his body for not giving into the exhaustion he had gathered from the day, and just letting him sleep, he turned to the side table to check the messages. Awake fully ,but only mentally half conscious, he read through his messages:

Minho. Oh, yay, it's Minho.

Felix’s Birthday. Oh right he had mentioned that coming up.

Cute cake. Aw that cake is really cute… wait. 

Birthday.

I have one of those, around this time to- 

I missed my birthday. I forgot my birthday. Everyone forgot.

The cute picture Minho had sent was so filled with happiness that Jisung almost let the pain slide and pass the moment by. But something just didn't feel right in letting himself forget his own birthday. The fact that the others hadn’t remembered didn’t bother him too much. Chan, Changbin, they were all busy with schedules and he can't blame them. Especially since he, himself had forgotten. No birthday text from his family either. Unsurprising though since he rarely got in contact with them since moving to Korea in high school. He forgot though. 

He wasn’t quite sure why this was bothering him so much. Some people don't even celebrate their birthday, or remember how old they are, but Jisung had always prided himself on never letting his work take over entirely who he was. To exhausted-Jisung, he couldn’t help but feel like this was one step toward losing the grip on who he was, and that was in itself, terrifying. 

The coldness of his bed and the dark expanse of his room seemed to only perpetuate the way Jisung felt. Floating, alone, lost. His insecurity was starting to come into focus, and no wonder it had been keeping him up. He had been spiraling for days probably, without even knowing it. The buzz of his phone lit up his face, snapping him out of his own thoughts for a moment. 

[Lee Minho hyungie]

2:50 pm 

You okay Jisung? 

I hope I didn't wake you

Jisung noticed that the app had revealed that he had read the messages and was indeed awake. Unfortunately, exhausted-and--spirling-Jisung was the only one present enough to send a response. Hopefully Minho wouldn’t mind him too much. 

You didn’t wake me, was already up :/ 

It looks really fun hyung

I just realized something too

My birthday was yesterday

I forgot it

Jisung found himself fighting the watering of his eyes as he sent those messages. Why was he crying? He just forgot, he was busy. It was okay. Right? The tears seemed to only cloud his vision more, blocking him from reading the messages from Minho that were buzzing and populating the screen. Not bothering to wipe his eyes, he let them blurr.

Wh- do you- mea- ???

Jis--ng ar- y-- ok--?

I-- sorry i- di-nt -----

---- wa-t --- ca-l?

--sung?

A few moments passed, without him realizing it, as his phone buzzed some more, screen changing to the incoming call screen. Sucking up his tears and drying his damp screen, it took a few tries before answering the call.

---

“Jisung!?” Jisung nearly flinched, just nearly. 

“Hi hyung, How was work?” hoping to cover up his tears by changing the subject. Jisung thought it was a pretty good attempt.

“How wa- what, no. Jisung are you okay?” There it was again. The undeniable worry in Minho’s voice. Ow. 

“Yeah I’m okay.” Despite Jisung’s efforts it was obvious to Minho that the other had in fact been crying. Not wanting to push the younger though, he allowed him to change the subject

“.... okay, I just want to check in on you. I worry you know, Sung!” 

“About me? that's silly hyung.” The distance in his tone replaced Jisung’s usual brightness, and it hurt Minho to hear it. 

“I don't think so. How am I to know what my favorite customer is up to? You may be a soon to be rap star but that doesn’t keep you from ignoring your hyung.” Even though Jisung giggled at that, the irony of the statement wasn’t lost on Minho. A wave of guilt washed over his chest as soon as he said it. 

“I am sorry though. For not answering sooner and everything.” 

And for reminding you of your birthday, and making you cry, and not being there to make you smile.

“No don’t be sorry! That’ll only make me feel worse for bothering you… I think the exhaustion was just making me delirious, I haven't been sleeping well these past few nights.” Minho had to fight his initial protective instincts that told him to scold the younger for not taking care of himself, because a part of him knew that the younger was certainly trying his best to do so. 

“Well if you can’t sleep ever, just call me okay? I’m usually up from my shifts anyway. Plus if I'm not up surely one of my roommates is. Felix will probably never let go of you once he finds your birthday brothers." Hearing Minho's laugh lightened the tight pressure that Jisung hadn't realized had been settled in his chest.

"Okay hyung, i'd like that I think."

"You better. My time rarely comes free, and this is a limited time offer." Jisung’s laugh is a little bit more enthusiastic this time. 

“Of course hyung.” A silence came over them for a moment. Not an awkward one, more of a point of realization and relief. Like the feeling after having a good cry, in Jisung’s case. 

“Happy belated birthday Jisung.” 

“Thanks hyung… Did you have a fun time with Felix?” 

“Yeah! It was actually a lot of fun. Just some carry out and cake after work, but it was good to relax with them. We don't always have free time together, and haven’t had the chance to celebrate anything until now. Hyunnie luckily found a cake on sale at the mart today, sparking this whole thing.” 

Minho remembered the frantic call from the younger as he delved into his plans for giving Felix the “perfect surprise birthday celebration” because he had “found the perfect cake to match Felix’s cuteness.” It was on sale. Also because “Come on Min-hyung Felix would absolutely do the same for us.” Explaining the situation to Jisung really did solidify the fact that Minho knew Felix, would in fact, plan some adorable birthday celebration for the older two if given the opportunity. 

“What would you guys have done if he hadn't found the cake?”

“I’m not sure maybe it would’ve just been a carry-out celebration.”

“Still sounds really nice hyungie. You and your roommates seem so close.” 

“I suppose shared rent does that to people.” Minho laughed it off but he had begun to cherish the brotherly bond that had grown between his roommates. 

Not having ever considered it before, the fact that the roommates were only able to buy a cake because it happened to be on sale, revealed to Jisung that their financial situations may have been farther apart than he realized. Money had never been a barrier that Jisung had to face, always having family (or honestly Changbin) help pay for his living and pursuit of his dreams. Sure he’s had part time jobs in the past but he never found himself worrying about not making enough each month. Not going to university definitely was a large factor in maintaining his “affordable” lifestyle.

“It's nice you do things for each other. I can't remember the last time my hyungs and I have done something together that didn't have to do with our music.” Jisung started to feel some sort of jealousy at the closeness that Minho and his roommate had found in each other. Financial guilt and emotional jealousy are a strange combination for a half conscious Jisung to say the least. 

“Are those fools not taking care of my Sung properly? Illegal, tell them to call me I have to yell at them too. They better not be working you too hard.” 

‘My Sung’ Jisung almost choked. Almost. 

“Nonono Hyung! They take care of me fine, we're all just exhausted with work.”

“Hmmmm okay they get a pass this time, but please relay my threat.”

“Okay okay I will.” 

“You should probably get some rest soon. You're busy tomorrow right?” 

Jisung yawned in response, which was enough convincing for Minho that he needed to rest. 

“Okay looks like it's sleepy time for hardworking Jisung~”

“Wait hyung!” Jisung wasn’t quite ready to sleep yet, even though his body was actively fighting him.

“Yes belated birthday boy?”

“Thank you for not letting me be a sad gremlin all night. It would've been nice to have spent my birthday with you, but you still made me feel better.”

The musings of sleepy Jisung were just about enough to let the fondness burst from Minho’s chest. As much as he continues to hide it, the fondness still seeps into his voice, “Of course, Jisung we always have next year.” A promise he wasn’t sure he could keep but Jisung always made him want to try new things. 

“Next year?” The sleepiness had definitely taken over, making his voice much softer than his usual bright edge. 

“Yes next year... Goodnight Sungie, call me back if you can't sleep okay.”

“Mmkay, G’night hyungie.” Already half asleep by the time he hung up, Minho was glad that the younger was finally able to rest. Glancing at his roommates huddled together on the couch already drifting off, Minho accepted that it was his turn to finally rest knowing that all his younger companions were all safely sleeping. Hyung instincts he supposes.

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Day 2: 28th of January, 2021

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The stylist patiently told me with that gentle voice of hers to please tilt my head in a specific way. Her hands softly guided me, and I imagined my tense neck muscles creaking and cracking as they jerkily moved.

God bless this woman, I thought sincerely. For the past couple of hours she had been nothing but kindness even though I was stiff as a board, and getting worse as time went by and recording got closer.

I seldom logged into social media, and it turned out that the day I did, there was some dumb contest trending. The prize was a spot in a popular variety show. Or was it a game show? Truth is, I don't even watch it. But the captions said Seventeen, TXT, and BTS would be guests, so I decided to participate, because why the hell not?

Now that I was sitting on the stylist chair, watching people hurriedly pass by, hands shaking, and heart thundering in my chest, I could finally answer that question. Why the hell not participate? Because you might win. That's why. Winning should've been a good thing, right? But instead I was so nervous I'd probably pass out. And guess what, since I won the damn contest, I'd get to pass out right in front of the three bands I admired the most in my life.

Yay!

NOT.

A familiar voice rang out through the room and brought me out of my mind.

"I was waiting with everyone else in a room, but I got lost. Where am I? Can you tell me where the other hyungs are waiting?"

My eyes widened so much, so fast, they literally hurt. No. It couldn't be him. Please. It can't be him!

"Minghao-ssi, how did you end up here? Seventeen-sunbaenim are nowhere near here."

Yes! It was him! And the one that had spoken so casually with him was none other than the stylist-unnie working on me. I was crying silent tears in my heart as I saw Minghao, and I mean THE Minghao, the crazy talented singer and rapper from Seventeen, smile at my stylist. No, please, Haohao, don't smile like that, you're blinding me.

"Noona!" He said excitedly, coming closer. "Finally a familiar face."

"You brat, how do you manage to get lost each and every single time?"

"Noona, it's not my fault. I just went to the bathroom, and then when I came out, I couldn't remember the way back. If the bathroom had been closer to the room, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Haaa~," the stylist-unnie sighed, "Fine, I'll take you back to your room. Either way, I'm done with her now, and she needs to wait in the same room."

"Oh." And just like that, thanks to unnie, Minghao's focus was now on me. I felt myself shrink about one meter under the pressure of his stare. "Sunbae will be waiting in the same room as us?"

Oh my God. Sunbae. As if I'm some very important person to be called sunbae by THE Minghao. I'm gonna die. And Haohao will be the cause of death.

"Yes, she is the one that won the contest. She will be participating in the games and recording the show with you all today."

The stylist gave me a look after a few seconds of silence had gone by and I understood that I was supposed to introduce myself now. Crap. I bowed quickly.

"U-uhh... N-nice to meet you Mi-Mi-Minghao-ssi, my name is... U-uh... H-Hyemin. P-please take care of me!" Jesus, I was so nervous I was stuttering all over the place. What the hell was I supposed to do when I met the rest of Seventeen, not to mention TXT and BTS?

"Ah, I see. Nice to meet you too, Hyemin-noona. Please take care of me too." Minghao bowed as well and smiled that blinding smile again, and I had to resist the urge to outwardly squint, so I could only cry in my heart. Ahhh~ Haohao, I thought I told you not to smile at me like that. Are you really trying to kill your noona?

"Ah~ So you can talk!" The stylist-unnie interjected, giving me a gentle smile. "Well, then you'll be alright. None of these brats bite, I swear."

"YAH!"

The loud scream suddenly resounded through the room and everyone jumped. Afterwards, a very angry Wonwoo, I mean THE fucking Wonwoo, rapper and singer for Seventeen as well, walked over to Minghao.

"Minghao-yah! It's been an hour since you supposedly went to the bathroom! I've been looking for you for ages!"

Oh my God... That thick low voice of his was no joke. It really did sound all grave and sexy. In fact, if anything, on camera it sounded higher that it actually was.

"Hyung," Minghao said trying not to smile, while the rest of the people in the room tried and failed to hold in their laughter. "Hyung, I got lost."

"You always get lost," Wonwoo said as he rolled his eyes, finally calming down now that he'd found Haohao. "Come on, let's go back to the room. I know the way."

Quickly, before I could react, the stylist grabbed me by the arms and pushed me towards Wonwoo.

"Ah! Since you're going back to the waiting from Wonwoo-ssi, please bring Hyeminnie with you."

Stylist-unnie, I'll die if I meet the rest of them. Either my heart will stop or I'll die of embarrassment, whichever happens first. So could you be a little less enthusiastic about killing me?

"Hye... Min...?" Wonwoo asked in confusion looking at me.

"Hyung, this is Hyemin-noona, she will be filiming and participating in the games with us. She won the contest." Minghao walked over to Wonwoo and gave me a smile. Haohao, what did I say? WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SMILING AT ME LIKE THAT?

Okay, time to introduce myself again. And I just had to do this about... twenty more times. Yay.

"H-hello, Wonwoo-ssi, I'm Hyemin and I'm 27 years old. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please take care of me," I said as I bowed.

"Ah, nice to meet you Hyemin-noona. It's nice to meet you too. Please take care of me too," Wonwoo said bowing and then hitting me with his signature fox smile.

My heart...! My heart! I can't take this! I'm gonna die before the day's even over!

"Oh, Wonwoo-ssi, I wanted to ask, who all are coming today, do you know?"

"Well... There's only five of us. From TXT-hubae only two came, and from BTS-sunbaenim only four came."

Well, that meant I only had to die nine more times. It's something!

"Ah, I see, I see. Okay then, go on to the waiting room. They'll start filming any moment now and it won't be good if you're not there." The stylist-noona smiled at us, and when her eyes settled on me, she winked.

"Yes, thank you for taking care of Minghao-yah." Wonwoo bowed formally.

"Indeed, thank you noona," Minghao said bowing as well.

"Th-thank you unnie for doing my make-up and taking care of me." I was really very grateful to her. Even though she actively tried to kill me, she also helped smooth some of the interactions over. I wished my words could express it better.

"No need, no need. Now, go on, go on. You're making noona blush with all your bowing and formality."

Without saying anymore, Wonwoo stood up straight, smiled and then turned to leave. Minghao and I followed his example, and all three of us began walking towards the waiting room.

"So, Hyemin-noona, we should get to know a bit about each other if we're gonna be playing games together. The information will be of good use. Either to know your game comrade better, or to know your enemy," Minghao said with a laugh.

It seemed like he really was the social butterfly he appeared to be on camera.

"U-Uhh... What do you wanna know?" I asked awkwardly, wanting to hide behind my hair, but not daring to touch it after unnie had styled it. If I ruined the hair-do I'd just make more work for her.

"What does noona do? Do you have a job?" Wonwoo interjected before Minghao could even begin to think.

Minghao shot him an arched eyebrow and a smug smile. Wonwoo blushed and looked forward again as he cleared his throat.

"I'm curious too," he said shyly.

For the first time that day I laughed. Look at Wonwoo, THE Wonwoo, get all shy and uncomfortable because he wanted to know more about me in a respectful way and couldn't seem to find the way to do it.

"That's okay. I can tell you. I work at a book store, but my passion, what I do as soon as I get home, is writing," I began to explain.

As the three of us, and then the twelve of us when I met the rest of the guys, talked, laughed, teased and joked around, I finally realized I'd made a mistake.

Somewhere along the way, probably sometime this morning as I was getting ready to come to the studio, I had forgotten that these guys where real. I had forgotten they were human beings, with emotions and mistakes. They were as nervous as me probably, and that was something I didn't even consider possible a few hours ago. However, now I remembered: they're all as imperfect as me. There's nothing to be afraid of.

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Prompt: 2. Write a story based on a dream you had.

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I Know You’re Beautiful

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Basically Pure Fluff

This is the Namjoon imagine! I hope you all like it! It’s definitely one of my favorites, and if you do please leave a like and follow me!

Word Count: 2.4k

Domestic. Homey. Perfect. All the right words to describe what you had with your boyfriend, Namjoon. Nothing ever felt right without him. Even after years of dating, while things may not be as exhilarating as when the relationship first started, that was what was expected. It didn’t bother the both of you though, everyone knew that the both of you were molded for each other. You were there for him while he pursued his dreams of being successful, and he was there for you while you went to school and prospered in getting your dream job. 

“How about you attend the Korean Music Awards with me” Namjoon asked, sitting behind his computer in his studio, breaking your train of thought. Looking up from your spot, you raise an eyebrow, shocked that your boyfriend has asked you such a question. You didn’t attend award shows, not because you didn’t love your boyfriend, but it was agreed upon that you didn’t do well in very crowded places. It didn’t help that everyone there was perfect in every way that you found yourself lacking. Placing the book that occupied your hands down on the couch, you reiterate what your boyfriend said moments ago

“How about I attend the Korean Music Awards?” Feeling slightly uncomfortable with the situation, you slowly point out “We had an agreement, you know I don’t do very well with such things.” Sensing your tension, Namjoon stood up and made his way over to the couch. Placing the book on the side table, Namjoon takes a seat beside you and attempts to persuade you once more 

“I know jagi, but I want to take you to one, at least” he continues with “Besides you’re my girlfriend, it would be an honor to have you with me. You can wait in the dressing room during the awards if you’d like, and we could just attend the after party for a while.” Sighing, you place your feet across Namjoons lap, not liking the idea of attending such a crowded event. Looking up at the roof, you think for a second, noticing Namjoon staring at you out of the corner of your eye. Finally, turning your attention towards your handsome boyfriend you smiled lightly and agree. 

“I suppose, but I’ll be in the dressing room, I don’t feel comfortable enough to be crowded around people I don’t truly know.” Smiling widely Namjoon reaches over, placing his hands around your neck and closing the distance between you to. He swiftly places a light kiss on your nose. 

“Thank you so much jagi, you have no idea how much it would mean to me” He graciously praises you. Rolling your eyes at the dramatic moment, you lightly push him away, 

“Yeah, well you owe me Joonie” You tease him. Returning right back beside you, he gives you one of his dimpled smiles, and slowly moves closer 

“I owe you every single day for choosing me” he gushes. Smiling as widely as Namjoon you chuckle a response

“Alright now, don’t get too sweet on me.” Even though you secretly loved the affectionate words.

“Can't help it, I just love you so much Jagi,” He whispers, positioning his right hand on your cheek. Slowly placing his lips across yours, ever so softly. Humming in content, you happily kiss him back. Moments like this were what made you love your boyfriend even more. Sitting in the cramped studio, with him recording new music, and you with a good book in your hands. Breaking away from the kiss, with both of your hands holding Namjoons face, foreheads touching you whisper back 

“I love you too.”

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             “Hey Jagi, you almost ready?” Namjoon yells from across the dorms. Dressed in a basic suit, Namjoon sat across the table from the rest of the boys. The rest of the boys were waiting for you to be done, Namjoon had surprised you with help from their makeup artist and hair stylist. 

           “I’m surprised Y/N noona decided to join us” Taehyung stated to no one in particular. Nodding in agreement Jin added in 

           “I’m glad she decided to join us, it’s good to see her step out of her shell a little” Namjoon nodded in agreement, deciding to call you once more

           “Jagi?” he yells.

           “I’m coming!” you yell back. Thanking the makeup artist and hairstylist profusely, you then turn to look in the mirror. The dark emerald dress was like nothing you had worn before, with a deep cut in the front it showed a lot more than what you were used to. Your hair expertly straightened and pushed back, with your makeup applied to your approval. Today was the day you had slightly dreaded, but you knew how much it would mean to Namjoon. Deciding that you looked nice enough, you stepped out of Namjoons room and made your way to the kitchen. Slowly entering the room, all eyes turned to you. 

           “Wow, Jagi... you’re so beautiful, so perfect” Namjoon praised you adoringly. Blushing profusely, you turn to look at the members.

“You look really nice Y/n Noona” Jungkook smiled at you, helping you feel comfortable. After thanking him you walk up to Namjoon and place your arms around his waist. Looking down at you, Namjoon smiles, under his breath he whispers

“I’d kiss you, but I don’t want to ruin your makeup.” Letting out a slight chuckle you playfully hit his shoulder. He always knew what to say. 

“You really do look handsome Joon” you whisper. Looking at you up and down Namjoon laughs 

“Are you kidding? I have nothing on you, my beautiful girlfriend” he declares. Smiling up at your

boyfriend, you give him a hug, careful not to ruin his outfit.  “Thank you” you mumble into his chest.

           “It’s no problem, now let's get going.” He answers, taking his hand in yours before exiting the apartment. 

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             Crowded, stuffed, and hot, you sat in the boys waiting room. The first thing you had done while arriving to the awards show was find your way here. There was no way you were going to sit in the audience and risk being seen. The thought of cameras catching a glimpse of you always left you feeling uneasy. You didn’t look like the other girls, and you didn’t want to be compared. Lying comfortably on the large couch, you waited for the boys to come on tv. The feeling of happiness overcoming you when you see Namjoon sitting there with a big smile on his face. The love that the two of you shared was something completely different than what both of you have ever experienced. While many had thought that you were only with him because of the fame he had garnered, you both knew that it wasn't true. As did everyone else who knew the both of you. You had been together before he started living his dream. Returning back to reality the moment the camera wasn’t on the boys, you let out a sigh, looking around, everything seemed so hectic. You didn’t want this type of life, and Namjoon knew that. The life of domesticity was everything that you dreamed of, but this wasn’t the case. Although it took time, you learned to find the life you wanted to live inside of your boyfriend. You learned that a person could also be a home, and that you could feel warm, inviting, and at peace. 

           Hours later, the awards show wraps up, and you eagerly wait for Namjoon to come back. Even after these years, the butterflies still seemed to come back during moments like these. Minutes later you find yourself entrapped in the arms of your boyfriend. 

           “I’m so proud of you Joon” you mumble in his ear. Hugging you tighter, Namjoon pulls you even closer, with a smile he whispers back

           “There’s no one else I would want to be proud of me” Looking up at your boyfriend, you notice the big Joon smile that you love, feeling yourself on the verge of tears you laugh them off. You really loves this man.

           “You are so cheesy” you giggled. 

           “Yah, can you both stop being so in love” Yoongi interrupts jokingly. Rolling your eyes, you go up to Yoongi and pester him even more

“Aww, one day, you’ll find someone you love tremendously, and I’ll make sure to mess with you too” You laugh. Seeing Yoongi’s pale skin turn an unusual shade of pink you laugh even harder, along with the other members. Placing yourself beside Namjoon, you wrap your arms around him again. 

“Are you ready to go to the after party, it won’t be too crowded” Namjoon asks, pushing your hair back behind your ears. Feeling anxious, you tense up a bit, but you agree 

           “Yes, but let’s not stay for too long?” You suggest. Looking down at you, Namjoon places a hand on the small of your back, nodding in agreement. 

           “That sounds like a good idea.” he affirms. Smiling up at him, both of you walk out to the party. 

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The feeling of anxiety immediately takes over you. Catching sight of such intimidating people has the nerves in your stomach growing stronger. You definitely did not feel like you belonged. The pressure of Namjoon’s hand around yours lets you keep the small amount of confidence you have. Following him around as closely as possible you glance at everyone around you. Immediately regretting the decision, noticing the stunning women, you quickly let your mind wander to things that it shouldn’t. Where you enough for Namjoon? Would he get tired of living such a quiet life with you? What if he wants someone in his line of industry? Obviously, you weren’t capable of providing such things. Letting go of his hand you walk into a hallway not crowded by anyone. Breathing hard, you slide down to the floor and take a second to let yourself control such intense emotions.

           Noticing the moment, you let go of his hand, Namjoon quickly followed you towards the empty hallway. Finding you on the floor with your head in your hands leaves him scared. Placing himself in front of you, he leans down to your level and grabs your hands. 

           “Jagi, what’s wrong? He asks worriedly “Are you okay, what happened. Meeting his eyes, Namjoon notices the tears threatening to spill, quickly grabbing you close he hugs you tightly. 

           “I’m fine, I just need a minute” You answer. Looking back down, you let a few tears hit the white tiled floor. You didn’t want your boyfriend to see you so vulnerable at a moment like this. 

           “No, you’re not fine jagi, let me know what's on your mind” Namjoon softly murmurs, holding you close. Realizing that Namjoon could read you like a book, you let your guard down.

           “What am I doing here Joon?” you ask “Like honestly, what am I doing here, I don’t look like I belong, and I don't feel like I do. Everyone here is so beautiful, and they’re on your level, and I just feel like I’m not.” Stunned with your explanation, Namjoon could only stare at you.

           “You’re such a beautiful person Namjoon, and I’m not on your level.” You cry lightly. Feeling ashamed for feeling this way, you continue to let the tears fall. It wasn’t often that you felt like this. Feeling angry with himself, Namjoon looks at you closely, hands placed on the sides of your head. Namjoon quickly interjects before you have the chance to continue saying completely unnecessary things. 

           “Y/n, you really don’t see it, do you? You don’t see what I see in you, and I don’t know if I can explain into words what I’m thinking. I don’t think you’re beautiful. I Know you are. The moments I spend with you, and the way I get to know you, like no one else can is something I have been so privileged to get to have in life. I know you’re beautiful, not because of your lively smile, stunning eyes, or aweing lips. I know you’re beautiful because you have allowed someone like me to get inside you and feel you in everything I do. I don’t deserve that. I’m not always here, I can’t always be there for you because of work, but you choose me every time when you choose to stay with me, when we both know you deserve better.  When I see a beautiful view, I see you standing in front of the it, adding the final touches it needs to be considered a masterpiece. When I see a romance movie, I see that the personalities portrayed aren’t fake, I see them in you. Your words aren’t just kind, they’re uplifting. Never once have I had a problem that couldn’t be fixed by your wise words, kind spirit, and uplifting attitude. I think you’re beautiful not because of your looks even though you never cease to stun me, I think you’re beautiful because you allowed me to see you in every aspect of my life just by letting me get to know you. I am so eternally grateful for you, and so blessed because I wouldn’t be the man, I am today without you. You make me Namjoon. Thank you for letting me be the man you love, and I’m so sorry I haven’t been doing what I need to do as your boyfriend. I’m so sorry that I never showed you how beautiful you are.” Completely shocked with the beautiful answer your boyfriend confessed, you quickly feel the tears start to swell up, but now because of happiness. 

           “I didn’t see it from your perspective” You mumble. You suddenly think of how Namjoon thought of you instead of how you feel about yourself. There was never a moment where you doubted Namjoon loved you, and just because there were beautiful women around you, you should have known he only had eyes for you.

           “You’re it for me Jagi,” he whispers into your ears, softly rubbing your back. “I know you’re so beautiful, and I will never let you think so low of yourself again.” Placing a kiss on your lips Namjoon makes smiles at you and suggests

           “Why do you always know what to say?” you sigh, leaning into Namjoon. 

           “I don't know since you usually leave me speechless, but how about we go back to the dorms now” Giggling lightly you place one last kiss on his lips.

           “That sounds like a good idea baby.”

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Left - Part 1 - Min Yoongi

Word count: 1701

Genre: angst (maybe a lil fluff, okay? I’m trash) Warnings: terminal diseases (cancer), major character death, minor character death, u r maybe gonna cry, idk, swearing, lots of it, man, mentions of past abuse and mental illnesses, mentions of sex, lots of whiskey and leather jackets, so drinking I guess??!? I guess it just abt covers this chap This is my first chaptered thing so b kind guys! It’s very personal for me, and it’s also for the beautiful, nurturing Unnie @angstsuga

(1.1.2013)

“3, 2, 1… Happy New Year!” Everybody’s shouting to the ceiling hugging, and some even kissing each other. (Y/N) feels Yoongi’s fluffy, pillowy lips meshing together with hers, taking her air and throwing it away. He parts maybe a minute afterwards, when his lungs are screaming for oxygen, and when a calm hand is guiding her forehead to his. “Happy New Year, (Y/N).” It’s softly whispered in the crook of her neck, making it inaudible to the rest of the future boyband, hopefully a sucessfull one, Bangtan Sonyeondan. “Happy New Year, Yoongi,” her lips collide with his nose, and then she hugs him harder then ever; because she knows that she maybe loses him afterward. That the next New Year she will spend alone, most certainly, and she makes her peace with it. It was only ever safe to hope, but never to trust in something as mysterious as future. They part when Hobi, one of the best dancers she’s ever seen, goofs his way on top of the table, to make a toast. There’s a little bit of beer shimmering in the glass, Hoseok’s lively eyes getting a new hue, for the lights have maybe been too dim, or he has just drunk more than he should? (Y/N) doesn’t mind. Anyway, she always liked Hoseok and honoured his presence in ways she can’t explain. “Well guys,” it’s a wide smile, blinding everybody. “For this New Year, we want a lot of things. First, for our group to be the most sucessfull one ever!” Claps, nods, whistles and ‘yeah’s’ go through before Hoseok continues. “We want health, good life, and every loved one to be safe and sound. We want love to continue growing, and for new one to create… And we want all our dreams to come true. For Bangtan, and its debut!” Hoseok finishes, raising his beer, albeit a little sloppily, so some is spilt on the crisp tablecloth. “For Bangtan!” Everybody agrees, and that’s it for the night.

* It’s yet not reqired for Yoongi to sleep strictly in the dorms yet. He allows himself, that after all other boys have left, to have a heated night with his girlfriend. It was a perfect, perfect mix of pleasure; her toes have curled all the while he let her scream her release in the form of his name in the pillows. When they are finished, they lay intwined, soft sheets curling around their frames. She wishes that this will never end. The bliss that she feels when she’s with him. But, music is his first love, and she thinks, I can’t compete with that. Sometimes she wishes, that like Yoongi says, there were just a tad more badassness in her than it already does. “But you’re perfect,” Yoongi would then say. “Different and all so sweetly mine…” She wishes that this will never end.

But everybody knows all good things must come to an end.

(13.06.2013) The Day Of The Debut

Bangtan Sonyeondan, Bulletproof Boyscouts, Bangtan Boys, or just simply BTS, debuted today with a song “No More Dream”, and members Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung, Jung Hoseok, Jeon Jeongguk, Park Jimin and Min Yoongi. A little hell went to tow when (Y/N) saw Yoongi under the heavy makeup, a dangerous look, and the silly snapback on. But he had an other name, much more known than Yoongi. He was now recognized as Suga. But it’s still him, she thinks, under the stylist’s work, hard choreography and false aegyo. He’s still Yoongi, the underground rapper, the one who fights so hard for his dreams… Nevermind they debuted him as an idol, he’s still happy. He’s still okay with that. A selfish creature gnaws at the edge of a thought, gnaws and thriwes, and she cuts it out before it can grow further; but the thought remains. But, if he had been the producer, we would see each other more often. * It’s the middle of the day when she visits the dorm, knocking heavily, about to congratulate the boys for their bombastic results, and it was only the first day. BTS worked hard, and now, they have to work only harder. Jimin opens the door, makeup still on, clinging to his cute baby fat on his cheeks. The eyeliner is curved around his small eyes, making them even smaller and more curved. (Y/N) deems it unnecessary. “(Y/N) noona!” His voice is high pitched, like always, she senses the hyperactive note and ignores it, and hugs him harder than she would her older brother. “Jimin, congratulations! You were awesome! I-I-you were just- ugh, you were just… awesome,” althrough a little shaky, the confession is sincere and brings a blush to Jimin’s cheeks. “Aww, bless you (Y/N) noona! Thank you! But I wasn’t that good…” the boy begins to slip into self-depreciation, but she cuts him off. “Jimin. You were awesome. End of discussion.” The elder’s firm glare makes Jimin comply. She hugs him once more (because people need 8 hugs a day to keep being positive, even if they have a lot of insecurities, and Jimin is all of the above), and goes to the Yoongi’s room. He’s beautifully perched upon the bed, cuddled in the sheets like a small exausted potato. She nearly sobs at the sight. PMS can really do wonders to anxiety. She has a slight tremble in herself when she climbs into the bed with him; and bless Yoongi, because somehow his mattresses are always soft, and his fingers trap hers, arms caging them within each other. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” A slightly cold shiver races down her spine at his rugged and unused voice. “I wanted to surprise you.” “But we haven’t seen each other in three days.” “Exactly.” “Smartass.” “Your ass.” “You’re right there.” He lost the mini fight so he conforms, jutting slightly the curve of his nose to her jaw. Everything will be just fine. Yoongi stirs and unzips his jacket, trying to get a comfy position. “You were sleeping in your jacket?” “Yeah, why not.” “Yoongi… were you too tired to get it off?” “No, I just-” “Just because I have anxiety doesn’t mean you should shield me from a fact you are tired. It’s normal for people with your job. I love you. Don’t forget that. You’re supposed to tell me everything, and I am to you too. Okay?” A large, sincere, gummy smile spreads from the edge of his teeth to his cheeks. His pale skin looks a bit gaunt and the circles under his eyes have become darker. She kisses his eyelids, and his nose, covers his cheeks and forehead in pecks, and affectionate kisses, and Yoongi clenches their hands together just a bit tighter. “I love you. So, so much.” “I know Yoongi. I know.” They kiss patiently, for seemingly moments, and she realizes the length of her happiness. Threading her fingers through his dark hair, it’s a delight. He will have thousands of fangirls, but I am the only one he’ll love. I don’t doubt his love for a second. “Your debut was awesome. You were awesome. Althrough-” “I know. The wardrobe was suffocating me a bit.” They laugh at each other and how they finish one another’s sentences. “God, I miss you.” Yoongi’s lips are moving slowly in her hair, a beautiful, harmonious movement that is appreciating her very being, intimate and yet so small. “So…” Her words don’t even reach Yoongi properly when he’s asking her to pick some of her stuff over and put all his good grey shirts to her use. They don’t speak about the finality of his leave, and the hushed whispers of the six other boys, finally die down as they drift to soft sleep. * (Present Day) “Fuck. These are so uncomfortable.” Yoongi’s kind of moody today, and (Y/N) wants to weep at it.

“It will get better babe, just you watch. We will win this fight. Together!” Tears in her eyes, lying to herself, she clenches the pale hands in hers as hard as she can.

He absently rearranges the medication on the table, waiting for a miracle. * (14.06.2013)

“It’s a "Music Bank” debut show, we can’t fuck up.“ "Yoongi, of course you won’t.”

“But-”

“No buts. No go out there and set the stage on fire!” She nearly pushes him into a vase.

“I will. For you.”

“Aw, shucks. Why are you shaking up my heart? Huh?” He plays it cool, but blushes slightly.

“Dunno. You are just too cute, it’s difficult not to play with you.” Shrugs with the silly beanie he has on from the debut, ready and caked with make-up for the battlefield. The staff has allowed her behind the scenes, as an undercover make-up noona, as long as their relationship is secret.

“A good-luck kiss, please.” He taps his cheek impatiently, as a child would.

“Yeah, yeah.” She leans into his soft, baby scented skin and kisses it innocently, one would think platonically if it weren’t for the flame in their eyes.

“Good luck. Show them who’s Suga.”

“I will.”

The taste of his skin is still rich on her slightly chapped lips, even as he comes soaked in sweat off the debut stage. She’s fighting herself, she knows she is. Because it never ends - this life - this love - this song.

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(Present Day) “Hyung.” Jungkook’s tall as always, but his stature is slightly slumped, he’s slightly scared of saying a wrong thing, his hyung laying near broken. So pale and so… lifeless. Jungkook offers something, a small sign of remembrance. “Hyung… would you please eat some lamb skewers with me?”

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Noona - Exo Sehun One-Shot

Genre: Everything leading to slight smut at the end.

Charachters: Oh Sehun, OC/You

Word count: 2800 approx.

Summary: A stylist noona trying to solve some ongoing issues regarding Oh Sehun.

Comment: This is just a mess that definitely didn’t come out as planed. Enjoy my debauchery.

“Hey, noona.” You turned around towards the door and saw the figure of the tall, smiling boy coming into the room. “How are you doing?”

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It had already been around six years since you started working in SM Entertainment, but your career took off when you were finally promoted to be one of the three personal stylists for Exo. The wage was nothing out of the ordinary, but you had been able to travel all around the world doing what you loved, enjoying many of the aspects of stardom without having to endure through most of the hardships. You were now approaching your thirties and life was sweet.

Had it not been for him.

Out of the three guys you had the responsibility to make them look their best; Oh Sehun was definitely the most annoying one.  Not even uber-hyper Baekhyun, with his restlessness and his inability to keep quiet even when you were applying makeup on his face could beat the things that boy did to your nerves. When you first met him and he was barely eighteen, he was a pretty sweet kid, polite and somewhat shy, but it took no time for him to become the brattiest, most insufferable person you’d ever come across; at least, that’s what happened when you were around. Any and every topic served well when it came to teasing you, from what you were wearing on your body or your face, to the way your hair was styled, to the weather, to your car, to whatever he felt like bringing up that day. He was smart, though; he knew how to use his words to irk you, but he never said enough to drive you up the wall. As for you, you never held back from responding whenever you felt it was appropriate. His sessions with you usually turned into sassy quarrelling regardless of who could hear it. Your relationship mostly earned laughs from the rest of the team, but one of your workmates tried to convince you to stop talking back whenever he attacked you, in fear you may lose your jobs if one of the bosses learnt about it, but you brushed it off. In the time you had been working there, you had made a name for yourself inside the company and you knew your superiors had a good opinion of you. Also, Sehun and you just…got each other.

And you did. Working closely together for that many years, going through stress, trouble and a fair share of jet lag, had taught you both when not to push it too hard. As when for example, most of the Chinese members progressively left the group or you suffered the death of a relative. In those occasions, you almost enjoyed working with Sehun. His presence was almost comforting to you; and when it was the other way around, you tried to be gentler with him, your touches softer.

But lately Exo had been in a well-deserved winning streak, which made the whole team happy and Sehun cockier than ever. Exasperatingly enough, his favourite topic to pick on you with had been your relationships. Or rather said, lack thereof. Although it pained you to admit it, he was right. Dating was rather difficult with your working schedule, and most of the guys just ended up giving up after you excused yourself off a date for the second or third time in a row. Most of the time you didn’t really care, you loved your life. But there was no denying, you missed some aspects of having a relationship. Not necessarily the more romantic aspects; you had other unfulfilled needs in your body. And it wasn’t like you didn’t try to make it up for yourself, but there are things people can simply not do on their own.

The third night you woke up in the middle of the night, covered in your own sweat, you could’ve sworn you were feeling a pair of strong hands grabbing at your hips, fingers digging in your flesh. You laid on your back again once you checked the time and not even a minute had passed since you had closed your eyes when a flash of whom those imaginary hands might had belonged to bolted through your mind.

The week following that night was utter torture for you. Having him simply greet you when he first saw you each day was quite enough to make you fluster and Sehun was fast to notice a change in your attitude even if he couldn’t quite put the reason behind it. His snarky eyes followed your pace as you moved around the room, at a much faster pace than usual, trying to finish your work as soon as possible and not to take unnecessary glances at his face or his hands. Those hands that would either way appear invariably in your dreams every other night.

The night you began waking up twice, you took on a determination. You were a grown woman and he was just a guy. You were going to fix that.

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It couldn’t have come better. After another week of tortuous sleepless nights, you had already decided how it was going to happen; you just needed the confirmation that came in the form of a sheet of paper with the schedule and venue of the events the group had to attend to the following month.

In the morning of the designated day, you put special emphasis in looking your best, doing your hair and makeup meticulously and putting on the attire you had arranged the day before. As you walked out of your car and into the building of the TV channel, you felt the excitement making a slightly painful knot in your stomach. The anticipation was almost overbearing, but there was also the littlest bit of doubt. Even though you felt confident enough to be doing what you were doing, there was also the possibility that it would go completely wrong. And if it did, the consequences could be disastrous.

You had already had to work in that studio, and as you were expecting, each stylist got assigned their own dressing room. The rooms were quite small, more so after you pulled your trolley inside and started taking out the different hangers of clothes for Sehun, Baekhyun and Minseok and your makeup box. There was not enough space for the three men to be inside at the same time as you and your stuff, so they would have to wait in an adjacent room. What was a nuisance when you first had to use that room, as you had to come in and out so the guys would know when it was their turn, was now an advantage.

Usually, the guys would organize themselves whenever they had to take turn so the first one to receive whatever it was, was the oldest, and the youngest one was the last. That way, Minseok and Baekhyun had their turns to get ready and everything went smoothly, between bantering and light hearted jokes, just like any other day. You had managed to keep your little secret to yourself and unnoticed.

“Hey, noona.” You turned around towards the door and saw the figure of the tall, smiling boy coming into the room. “How are you doing?”

“Sehun,” you greeted him and lead him to the middle of the room. “Please, take a seat.”

Sehun immediately frowned, sensing right away that your attitude towards him regarding the last couple of weeks had changed. You saw his eyes were fixed on yours, but your graze didn’t divert. You had resolved not to feel intimidated by his presence anymore and you were determined to follow through.

“Have you seen your hyungs?”

“Yeah, I’ve been chatting to them for a while.”

“What do you think?”

“I like the hairstyling, but I don’t like the clothes.”

You chuckled as you rummaged through the hangers, looking for the couple of outfits you had put together for him.

“This is everything I can give you. You know there are always slight variations to each one of you, but the theme is still there, so…”

“Why do we even have a theme? It’s not like we’re newbies anymore!”

“Yeah, those are orders from above, not much I can do, Sehunnie.”

“Sehunnie…?” He raised an eyebrow at your choice of nickname.

“Yep.” You dumped the small pile of clothes on his lap. “Go to that room and get changed in whichever outfit you like the most.”

When he came out, he was pulling from the ruffled sleeves of a white shirt. The shirt was hideous, but you could only do so much with the orders you received. At least the leather trousers did fit him perfectly.

“I can’t believe you manage to make that shirt look so bad even having your constitution…” you reflected out loud.

Sehun huffed at you.

“If my constitution is that good, the clothes are probably the problem,” he searched through the hangers, probably looking for something a little bit more decent. “Anyway, I don’t know why would I take fashion advice from someone who’s wearing a gabardine coat inside a building.”

“Well, I bet you would prefer to see me wearing nothing at all, but you can’t have it all in this life, Sehunnie.”

You reached out to pull from his arm again and made him sit down on the chair to then start tucking tissues in the collar of his shirt to protect it from getting foundation stains, all that while ignoring his startled gaze. Although you never allowed yourself to step behind when other people teased you, you weren’t the kind of person to respond to sexual insinuations, certainly not one to make them on the first place.

“Are you sure you’re my noona?”

You looked down at him from your standing position and smiled.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know. You just seem much more confident than usual. I like it.”

“Oh,” you chuckled playfully and lifted a hand to brush your hair off your neck. “Maybe it’s just now that you’re starting to see things you didn’t before, Sehun.”

Before reaching for the cushion foundation you had left on top of the table, you readjusted the neck of your fine coat, undoing the top button discreetly to reveal a little more cleavage than you already did.

Then, you started applying the cream on Sehun’s skin. Although he hadn’t noticed the swift movement you had previously made, you could see him as he started to take glances down the line of your neck and over your chest.

You were making sure to move in a way that allowed him to explore to his heart’s content, but you still wanted him to wonder a bit more. He began tossing in his chair and that was the moment you used to pick all your hair up in a ponytail and rub your neck with both your hands, playing the gesture up and exaggerating the low moans of pleasure as your fingers worked over your tired skin.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been sleeping so well lately…”

“Yeah, you seemed a bit tired a couple of days ago.”

You leaned in in order to check the dark powder you were applying just under his cheekbones was even on both sides of his face, but you stared at his eyes, brush in hand.

“Oh, but tired as in bad…?”

“No!” he gulped and that made you think you had never seen him looking so unsettled. “No, you didn’t look bad. You never look bad.”

“Aww, that’s really cute”

You tilted your head to one side as you left your eyes to trail down his features, unconsciously forcing him to do the same and finally taking a full look down the bright red coat you had been wearing.

“Noona,” he called you when you had turned around to grab a different product from the table.

“Hmm?”

“Why are you wearing that coat? It’s not that cold here.”

“Well, it would be if I wasn’t wearing it.”

You circled the chair to stand behind him and start working on his hair, but before that, you undid yet another button from your raincoat, revealing your black lace bra, that was perfectly visible to Sehun from his position, as more than half of your body was reflected on the mirror.

At first, Sehun gaped at you as you did your magic on his hair, but his expression soon turned into a smirk once his eyes met yours through the reflection.

When you walked back to the table to leave the brush and as you fumbled to find the right finishing product, you could see him scanning down your body to your equally bare legs. You poured a blob of the product in the palm of your hand and began applying it to his hair.

“Why are you doing this?”

His voice sounded much lower than usual and you shrugged in response.

“I woke up this morning and felt like doing something else today apart from just working.”

You reached down to his lap to take a hold of one of his hands and guided it up the soft skin of your thighs and down the fabric of your coat, until you left it to rest on the left cheek of your butt, over your panties, which perfectly matched your bra.

“Are you naked!?” He asked astounded.

“Pretty much, I’d say,” you nodded.

He sat up on the chair and his other hand walked the same path his other hand had previously done but on the opposite side of your body. You felt the goose bumps creeping up from every inch of skin his fingers grazed and you had flashbacks of your dreams, remembering every part of your body those hands had held on in desperation as he worked his way inside you.

“Aren’t you worried someone might have seen you?”

His hands were still travelling up and down the your ass and the back of your thighs, tracing patterns on your body so deliciously that you felt tempted to just let the conversation die to bask in the sensation.

“But nobody saw me…”

“Good.” You looked down at him questioningly. “If you have gone to such extents for me, it’s only fair that I am the only one who gets to watch you.”

After those words, his hands darted up and without missing a beat, undid the few buttons you still had, opening your coat to ogle your naked body.

“You are beautiful.”

He pulled from your body to make you stand between his parted legs and soon, you felt his lips brushing against your naked stomach, kissing your skin as his hands slid under the cups of your bra to cup your boobs and push the piece of fabric that was still attached to your body away.

Your hands were already entangled in his hair, pushing his head forward so his mouth came in contact with the skin of your breasts when you heard a knock on the door.

You had barely enough time to snap your bra back into place, tie the belt around your raincoat and turn around pretending you were looking through your products before Sehun told whoever was at the door to come in.

It was one of the director’s assistants; the shooting was going to start in any moment and Sehun was the only one who still hadn’t appeared at the set. Sehun stood up and reorganized his slightly dishevelled hair, nodding towards the younger boy and instructing him to tell his boss he would be there in two minutes. When the boy came out of the room and closed the door behind him, he turned back to face you.

His lips against yours felt nothing like what they had on the dream; this time they felt real and so much better, soft and desperate at the same time, almost as demanding as his owner was. His body pushed you backwards against the edge of the table, as his hand in the back of your neck directed your kiss just the way he wanted to. When he broke the kiss, there was a tingling sensation in your mouth and you would’ve devoured him whole if he hadn’t stopped you in your track.

“I have to go now,” he said in a whisper that sounded quite authoritative. “But I’m going to be back as soon as possible. Don’t take the coat off.”

He took a last glance at the mirror to check everything was in place, then walked towards the door and reached for the handle. He turned around to shoot a cheeky smile at you.

“See you, noona.”

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[saladejin]

Call An Uber? | 07

BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut

Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right? 

What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5k

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  Soojin’s heels clapped loudly against the hardened floor as she sprinted through the office. Her straight black hair swung uncontrollably in her haste, and her hands were clammy from the sudden exertion.

“Unni! Why are you rushing?”  I called hopelessly, left to trail in her rapid footsteps in a desperate attempt to catch up.

I’d only just arrived at the building for work five minutes prior, but someone had grasped my wrist after crossing the threshold into my own office. Soojin’s flurried instructions and widened eyes were the only indicators I was provided with before apparently having to make a run for my life.

“We need more people down at the concert hall! There’s no-one available, hurry!” 

My eyebrows furrowed as my brain grasped at her words, not really understanding what was happening. The concert was tonight? How could I even forget something like that?

“Shit, but I thought we didn’t get involved with the concerts?” I questioned the short-haired woman, who was clad from head to toe in office-wear ironically as if to fortify my point. We had stopped sprinting once we reached the carpark outside and I squealed when the assistant bundled me straight into one of the transport vans out the back. I was extremely surprised at how spontaneous everything seemed at the moment.

“Well, we don’t usually. But I received a call for help, and you were the only person who didn’t have a packed schedule for tonight,” Soojin huffed, combing her hair away from her flustered face. She didn’t join me, but instead waved a hand towards the driver as a signal to depart.

“Sorry for the short notice, you’ll have fun though!”

Before I could even open my mouth in protest, the door was closed with a thud and I was left to wallow in the deafening silence. Sighing in defeat, I wondered if these kinds of things always happened around Bighit Entertainment.

“Oh my…we’re so sorry (Y/n)-ssi.”

I glanced up to see the remaining seats taken up by three other women, much to my surprise. They looked just as shocked as I did, but I could tell they were relieved they’d actually received the help they wanted.

“We didn’t expect Soojin to rush you over here like that, I apologise.” The oldest of the bunch shook her head and muttered drowsily. She was so obviously used to the stress-head assistant being excessively dramatic.

I noticed they were all dressed in darkened clothing to remain hidden if they ever needed to be directly backstage, and was just glad I hadn’t decided to adorn anything too flashy or bright for the working day.

It’s a bit of a change, but I didn’t have anything else planned anyway.

“It's fine, I’m willing to help out with anything the stylists and backstage crew need. What will I be doing tonight?”

The women were surrounded by plastic boxes full of stylistic and colourful stage clothes, but one also held a smaller crate full of makeup and cleaning supplies in her lap. I was a bit confused about what particular job they would be doing for the event.

 “We’re bringing over supplies for now, but we just help out with anything that needs to be done. Usually we have many other volunteers, but tonight we had too many people call in absent.”

I fought the sudden urge to roll my eyes at the statement. This exact thing had happened when they needed an interpreter a few weeks back. Why were the employees around here so unreliable as of late?

“Okay, so we’ll be pretty pressed tonight, right?”

“Yep, unfortunately,” the eldest spoke again, looking crestfallen all of a sudden. “But we’re good at what we do, so we’ll be able to hold it together for them the best we can.”

Admiration for their resolve sizzled within me, and I nodded to try and put out the same attitude. I would do my best to make sure everything flowed nicely as well, even though I had no experience with backstage shenanigans.

“If you could,” the one holding the smallest crate piped up, “would you please take these down to the stylists when we get there? You can station yourself in the dressing rooms and help them with anything they need for the night.”

I was growing more excited by the minute, and the thought of spending more time with the stylists at an actual concert made me outright giddy. I was actually becoming quite close with them now, as I still made occasional coffee stops downstairs whenever they needed the extra energy.

“Of course. I’ll do my best.”

The crate wasn’t too heavy to lug around, and there was no trouble navigating the concert hall based off the given instructions. The entire hall was flurried with excited workers, and I almost got trodden on by way too many anxious supervisors and staff while trying to get to the stylist’s hallway.

Damn, these functions are intense…

I finally managed to reach the humid room, trying to rush in time for the working men and women to gather everything they needed. The concert was due to start soon, and usually all the makeup and necessary last-minute fittings would’ve been completed already. Something must have gone awry with the entire line of communication.

I could only manage a throaty cough when arriving at the dressing room. The stinging smell of scented hairspray laced the air way too thickly for me to even breathe. Nobody else seemed to be having a problem though, because I was instantly greeted with a skyrocketing enthusiasm.

"(Y/n)-ah! Thank God you’re here!”

“(Y/n)’s here?”

A male stylist popped his head around one of the ajar doorframes, and I managed a smile when he bowed and hurriedly took the crate from my outstretched arms. Obviously, they had been wanting these extra supplies for quite some time.

I glanced around to see darkly attired people promptly going about their usual jobs, but my breath hitched when I saw a few of the performers themselves seated in the chairs assigned for the hair specialists.

Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin.

 Even though I’d recently come to know them on a personal level, the simple fact that they were existing within my vicinity caused my heart to beat erratically. I was continuously flooded with love and admiration for these boys, and having to contain it for so long was probably detrimental to my health. The sudden spike of adrenaline from the thrilled atmosphere did not help my churning emotions.

My mood dampened slightly when I saw the effect of the miscommunications painted clearly on each of their features. Yoongi was still cool and collected, having his earbuds plugged right in and his eyes closed placidly as a hairdresser worked gel deep into his fading locks.

Namjoon was fiddling impatiently with his fingers, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth occasionally as he tried to analyse the situation. On the outside, it looked as if he was as composed as ever, smiling at anyone who met with his perusing eyes, but I knew he was growing frazzled at the edges due to everyone losing their minds around him.

Jimin and Jungkook both looked quite lost, in one way or another. The younger members were glancing around and tapping their toes against the hardened flooring in bouts of anxiety. Jimin kept glancing at the maknae next to him, almost as if majority of his burden was a direct result of worrying too much about the other boy, and I saw him murmur a few soothing phrases here and there. It wasn’t as if they were a complete mess. They had obviously dealt with poorly planned concerts before, but I knew it still wasn’t pleasant for anyone.

Not one of them even knew I had entered the room.

“(Y/n)-ah, can you please, please do me a massive favour and straighten his hair? I’ll be back very soon!” One of the noonas scrambled towards me and dropped a large straightener right into my startled fingers. I snapped my eyes upwards to see the woman’s pleading gaze boring into my own before she darted away to address a more urgent matter.

I eventually shifted my gaze to Jungkook’s chair, which she had abruptly abandoned, and slowly began to make my way in that direction.

“Hey, maknae.” I smirked and rested one hand on the boy’s rigid shoulder, coming up to push his swivelling chair further into the makeup bench. His doe eyes widened, and I felt his whole body jerk underneath my touch, letting me know just how on edge he truly was.

“(Y/n)-noona? What?”

“Hey, hey. Everything’s gonna be fine, don’t get so tensed up or you’ll give yourself a cramp,” I chided, keeping my voice steady while attempting to plug in the straightener swiftly enough. If I wanted the boy to feel prepared, he needed this done as quickly as possible. Probably even quicker than that.

Under my hand, which I had begun to rub against his shoulder sympathetically, he sighed with a profound heaviness and loosened his posture. Feeling playful, I raised my fingers upwards to comb through and ruffle his messy dark strands of hair. He chuckled at my actions and even tried to duck away eventually, but I was just glad to see his cheeky smile again. The mirror was a little dirty from dustings of powders and sprays that just continued to build up, but I could still see what I was doing clearly.

“I have to straighten this mop now, so hold still you brat,” I teased the younger boy with a whine, since he wouldn’t stop trying to move away from me.

“Well, well. What brings you here Ms. Uber?” a deeper voice suddenly droned from the seat to our left, and I turned my eyes away from Jungkook’s gleaming ones to figure out where it was coming from. There, I was met with Yoongi’s curious pucker, which in turn morphed into an amused smirk at my expression.

I gave a sharp raise of my eyebrows before saying, “I don’t know what kind of show you people are running, but this seems more like a zoo to me.”

He laughed brusquely and pressed his tongue into the side of his cheek, catlike eyes crinkling up with his smile in the most adorable way.

“You’re definitely not wrong there.”

“(Y/n)? When the hell did you get here!?” a breathy tone, which undoubtedly belonged to Jimin, caused me to smile wider before turning my head in the opposite direction. He was currently getting the finishing touches done to his makeup via the powder brush, but I must’ve been pretty identifiable by voice alone. It was probably the bluntness.

“I’ve actually been here for about ten minutes or so, but you guys were way too stressed out to notice. I hope you all know things are getting sorted out as we speak, it just looks like bomb-zone because humans are awkward and don’t know how to deal with their shit.”

The three of them snorted or exhaled their mirth, and I even saw Namjoon who was scrolling through his phone absentmindedly nod in agreement. The taller man’s whole frame trembled once as a sign of laughter, and I sniggered inwardly at the thought of him eavesdropping. The leader was sitting one seat further down than Yoongi, but it seemed like he wasn’t going to join into the conversation just yet.

“Well, that’s a relief,” Jungkook mumbled, casting his eyes downwards once more before sighing again. I couldn’t massage his shoulder comfortingly anymore because my sole task was now straightening his freshly cleaned hair. Though I still badly wanted to engulf the wearied boy in a heartfelt hug to help him forget all his misgivings.

“I know you guys would do great out there, regardless of what went down backstage anyway,” I continued, running my fingers gently against Jungkook’s scalp once I had straightened out all of the kinked tresses. He leaned back into my hand, a small smile appearing at the kneading sensations against his skull. All of his worries were hopefully grooved out in these short moments of serenity.

“If she’s here, someone get Jin-hyung before he blows a fuse,” Yoongi exclaimed indignantly and jerked out both of his earbuds to look around. I watched with confusion as the other members gasped and started calling out raucously for the eldest member. Jimin couldn’t contain his chortles and leaned over to wack one small hand against Jungkook.

“Quick, he’ll starve us if we let this happen!”

The woman from before suddenly appeared next to me, and my eyes tore away from Jungkook’s peaceful expression to see her smiling visage. “Ah, thank you so much (Y/n)! You can go back to what you were doing now,” she said before sliding across to examine Jungkook.

“Wow, you’ve done an excellently thorough job, maybe you should be in the styling room with us instead of that stuffy office!”

I giggled, handing over the warmed straightener into her pale, awaiting palms. “I’m sorry unni, but your room is no less stuffy. How do your lungs even function with that much hairspray in your system?”

She sighed and shook her head knowingly before returning to work on the glossy mop of hair in front of her. The young singer had once again tensed up in the shoulders, and I had to bite back a growl of disapproval.

“Okay…I guess I’ll see you guys some other time, maybe after?” I managed to half-sigh, surprisingly more saddened than I thought about leaving them. Jimin, Yoongi and even Namjoon had turned to give me their undivided attention while Jungkook simply met my gaze directly through the mirror in front of him. All four looked taken aback, the reason for their bewilderment a complete and utter mystery.

“Break a leg, I’ll be cheering from wherever I am.” I began to back away, teasingly blowing a kiss towards all of them to break the tensioned air. At the gesture, Jimin reached upwards sharply to catch the kiss with widened eyes, and this caused everyone to break out into giggles and chuckles.

I continued to help out wherever I was needed, mostly carrying boxes and supplies around the concert hall whenever there was an impromptu need for them. I even ran into a breathless Taehyung a good fifteen minutes or so before the concert was about to launch. Since the walkway was tiny, I quickly pressed myself into the wall with my hands splayed on the painted surface to let him pass by.

“(Y/n)? Hello! I’m sorry, I’m in a rush.” He grinned widely and rested both of his large hands on my shoulders to inch along as quickly as he could. He’d clearly been rehearsing, so the body heat radiating from the boy was borderline crazy.

“Hey, good luck out there!” I called after him when I finally managed to regain some breath into my body, receiving a half-hearted wave and a booming ‘Thank you!’ in return as he continued to sprint down the narrow passage. My eyes trailed his slightly wavy grey-brown hair as it bobbed with his movements, endlessly thanking whoever invented bandanas. It wouldn’t be so farfetched to believe they were made exclusively for him.

 It was time for the boys to get fitted with the clothes they would be performing in, and I quivered gleefully at the thought of seeing their dances and vocals up close. This was about to be the best concert experience I could possibly dream of.

“It’s going to start soon!” A woman who was part of the backstage crew ushered me out of the walkway, and I met up once again with the three helpers I’d arrived with. Their brows were glistening, and their breathing ragged. I knew they’d been working just as hard as I had been.

“Well done, all of you.” The eldest chuckled airily. “Now we’ll be side-stage to help with equipment and props. When you feel like you don’t have a job to do, talk to that blonde coordinator standing next to the curtain.”

I followed her gesture to see a significantly younger looking woman who was preoccupied with ordering workers around rapidly. Even though she was under fire from the stressful organisation, she threw out directions and commands like a programmed machine gun. I gulped as I watched her alternate between muttering into her headset and steadily directing every single person who so much as peeped in her direction.

The other assistants moved off, obviously already having things to see and get done, but I was left to consult the aforementioned coordinator herself.

“There’s so much to do, but everything is being looked into. Could you please go to the left wing and speak with the crew there? I think there was something about quick changes,” the blonde woman barely took a breath before dishing out the instructions, and I knew things were really starting to intensify as the lights of the concert hall dimmed.

The sounds of loud cheering and screaming only flooded my ears now, and I was left baffled on how they had been tuned out for so long. The adrenaline must have worked its way into my head and created figurative earplugs.

Wow, maybe you’re just going deaf already. Let’s face it.

The excitement continued to bundle around within me as I ducked into a different walkway that crossed backstage. I hadn’t been over to this side yet, but I knew it was where the resting and recovery section was most of the time.

“Okay, are you the helper?” A middle-aged woman with deeply set eyes greeted me as soon as I emerged into the open space, and I could only nod enthusiastically. She smiled warmly in relief and guided me over to where a few piles of clothes were lined up against the back wall.

“This is where quick changes happen, but it’s only occasionally and there’s never a point where all the members need a quick change of clothes at the same time. You’re here for us if we need the extra help, it’s always good to have another pair of hands when things don’t work out.”

“That’s understandable, I’ll look out and help if I need to,” I responded with confidence, and only received a brisk nod in reply. The concert had begun, and the shrill screams of fans rose upwards until it was a literal roar of exhilaration and awe. I suddenly grew disappointed, because I realised only then that I wouldn’t actually see any glimpses of the concert at all. I would just be stuck back here listening to the action unfold.

 Well, it’s better than nothing. This job has already brought me a lot more than I could have ever asked for.

I strained my ears intently to listen to the boys as they greeted their fans affectionately, just as they usually did, and tried to conjure up the image of their smiling faces. Their declarations of love for ARMY used to make my heart clench and squeeze with a crushing adoration, but now I felt somehow disconnected. It was as if they were addressing something completely separate, almost like…I wasn’t even a member of the fanbase anymore.

It wasn’t as if I was any less of a fan, it just felt so different and alien to identify as normal now. Especially as an International-ARMY, who were known for collectively struggling with the idea of never meeting the boys and only getting rare visits. I suddenly felt as though my fortified world as a fan had shifted on its axis.

When ‘Fire’ started blaring through the speakers of the stadium, the tumbling thoughts vanished, and a smile suddenly erupted onto my features. Memories of the action-packed lesson back in the practice room at Bighit caused me to shake my head fondly. Was it strange that I had to fight the urge to break into the dance routine Hoseok and Jimin had taught me? Maybe, but I wasn’t ashamed.

Maybe, there was an off chance they were reliving the same memories? I doubted it, but it would be hilarious to see their faces during this performance and catch any random, straying grins or chuckles.

As the minutes flew by, I hung back against the wall a few metres away and glanced around to see if my help would be required. Then, a couple of seconds after the third song – ‘Save Me’ – drew to a close, the sound of hasty footsteps ricocheted off the large surrounding walls. There was barely any warning before three of the members burst into the area and scrambled for the piles of clothes on the ground. In the darkness of backstage, I could just distinguish the features of Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok. The three rappers.

They quickly shrugged on oversized coats and the crew helped them speedily by looping shimmering chains around their sweaty necklines. I figured they must have been going out to perform one of the ‘Cyphers’, as suggested by their suddenly delinquent fashion sense. I watched with wonderment as the heavily breathing performers worked themselves up to deliver their savagely natured disses.

A couple of minutes soon passed after they’d taken their leave. The loud, banging track was pulsating through the air around those of us waiting in the wings. When the final verse opened up, more panting bodies arrived into the changing area. The vocalists needed to begin gearing up for their own performance after this one, and I was eager to possibly hear ‘Dimple’ or maybe even ‘Lost’? Anything would’ve literally been A-okay with me at that moment.

The vocalists tried their best to remove their shirts in the quickest and quietest way possible, but it wouldn’t have mattered much because ‘Cypher 4’ had enough noise and adlibbing to accompany a battlefield movie scene. Plus, they were getting enough help from the crew members to shuck their decorative getups in no time. All except a very flustered Seokjin…

Seeing the oldest member of BTS up close for the first time rendered me speechless, and it suddenly struck me that he was the only one I hadn’t actually met. My eyes scanned over the broad-shouldered man as he tugged off his shoes and snatched at the clothes to find the right button-up shirt. Cypher was drawing to a close, and he was fumbling with the buttons of his shirt despite the shakiness of his fingers. It looked like he was way too hyped up to even look in a straight line, and I saw that he still hadn’t even fixed up his earpiece.

Everyone else is occupied! Shit, why am I forced into this with the one member I haven’t spoken to?

I instantly jumped to my feet when the black-haired man bit his bottom lip in frustration, looking towards his bandmates desperately for help.

Seokjin's eyes blew wide when I swiftly appeared in front of him and gently knocked his hands away from the buttons of his snowy white dress shirt. I averted my eyes away from the view of his exposed chest, because the sight would surely only muddle my mind further. The wafting tendrils of fragranced cologne and body sweat were already doing enough to my insides as it was, and I really didn’t need the added suffering.

“Fix your mic-earpiece thing!” I whispered urgently and snapped the buttons of the shirt into place quicker than he ever could’ve managed. His concentration flew back to the task at hand, and I felt rather than heard his rickety sigh of pure relief. There was only about a handful of seconds remaining before all four of them had to rush out on stage, so I kept a level head and willed any tremors far away from my fingertips. The man towered above me, so my average height had somehow become useful for once. Only when it came to doing up shirt buttons, so it seemed.

Seokjin looped the cord of his earpiece back around to the correct position, making sure to avoid knocking my rapidly moving fingers, and craned his neck from side to side to loosen the muscles there. Sweat gleamed from his hairline down to the flawless skin of his collarbone, and I couldn’t even bring myself to be disgusted by the coating of it on my fingers just from his clothed chest alone. I now knew why changing outfits halfway through a concert was such a brilliant idea.

“Are you (Y/n), by any chance?” his hushed voice suddenly whispered close to my eardrum, and I looked upwards to see him covering his mic with one careful hand. He had leaned in slightly to make sure it was easy to hear, and I gulped at the scorching temperature blooming from his body. My cheeks were definitely serving consequences.

“Well, how did you manage to figure that out?” I smirked in a sorry attempt to push down any unnecessary stammering, finally finishing up with the buttons and leaving him to smooth out any fabric creases. He did so, and I saw his eyes sparkle with triumph as he rolled his shoulders to release the cramps.

“You’d find it weird if I told you why.”

He shook his head with a smile and reached up to wipe at the smattering of salty droplets cascading down his jawline. I raised an eyebrow at the statement, blaming it on the obvious lack of time, and reached behind me to grab a blue bleach-stained towel resting over a chair.

“I’ll question that later, for now you should have a drink,” I murmured and reached up to smooth his bangs away, letting me dab at his sweat covered brow. He looked positively stunned at my forwardness, but then broke into a mischievous grin and spread his feet further apart so he could lower himself enough to stand at eye-level.

“Hey, I’m not even that short,” I grumbled, narrowing my eyes while continuing to wipe at his jaw more forcefully than before. He almost fell over because of the unbalanced stance, and ducked his head away from my violent towelling, covering his mouth with one hand to muffle his laughter.

“You guys better stop messing around, you’re going out in ten seconds Seokjin-ssi.” A hand tapped my shoulder harshly and I whipped my head around to see the coordinator fixating me with a warning glare. She then scoured it over Seokjin before muttering into her headpiece and departing towards the stage manager’s desk.

I puffed out my cheeks and met Jin’s equally terrified expression, my heartbeat hammering at the daunting encounter. Then seeing his offended pout made me purse my lips, and we could both barely contain ourselves from snorting with amusement again. It was so weird how things seemed to get funnier when you really weren’t supposed to laugh.

“Stop, or you’ll get me fired.” I cleared my throat softly, trying to stop my lips from quirking at every single movement or sound he made.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now? I seem to remember a certain somebody attacking me with a towel…”

Before I could even bite back with a witty reply, Jimin hopped over and tugged Seokjin by the loose flowing fabric of his shirt.

“Hyung, we have to go on!”

I heard Seokjin curse under his breath before he adjusted his earpiece and rolled his wide shoulders once more. His exhilarated but nervous demeanour had made a comeback suddenly, and I felt bad for distracting his focus from the actual concert.

“You’ll do great.” I flashed a thumbs up to both boys and received a heartfelt smile from Jimin in return. Seokjin nodded towards me with one corner of his lips tugged up, and I felt my brain start swimming when he winked.

Not usually being one to back down from a challenge, I dared to throw my own wink back. He definitely wasn’t expecting that, and I turned away with a chuckle upon seeing his widened eyes and confronted expression. He’d tried to turn to Jimin and point at me accusingly, but the signal was finally given for the boys to venture out onto the stage and the vocalist instantly fell back into his serious stage front.

I could only watch them go, feeling giddy that I had finally met the famous ‘worldwide’ man and his luckily genuine sense of humour. It was easy to think that everything he portrayed for the fans was just a mere persona, but after finding out that he truly was the dork we all knew and loved, I could rest easy.

Next thing I know, we’ll be battling it out to see who has the best dad jokes.

As the concert finally mellowed out into the bittersweet goodbyes and thankyous, I was tasked with packing away the supplies and loading them into the transport vans behind the venue. The process took longer than usual, as the organisation was still short on helping hands, but the concert itself had definitely been a huge success.

Humid night air filled my nostrils, and I observed the glittering stars above me serenely. I considered how the world was seriously full of countless blessings: friends, family, joyful memories, wealth, education, sleep, laughter, love…and boybands, I guess. The conclusion, which only took seconds to figure out, was that I was just lucky to have experienced them all.

Well, hopefully I would.

"(Y/n)! Wait up!"

I turned and saw a very flustered Jimin running at full pelt towards me. His hard-soled shoes echoed against the concrete of the emptying carpark, and I couldn't help but smile fondly at his excitable expression.

All six of the remaining members appeared from the double glass doors, and I knew I was about to be faced with the combined elation of them all. There was absolutely no feeling like pulling off a successful concert, and today I could even consider myself a part of it.

Maybe...no hopefully, this wouldn't even be the last time.

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