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all-the-kpop-imagines · 3 years

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BTS Scenario || You Find Out They Were Nominated For A Grammy

HELLO!! In honor of BTS being nominated for a Grammy, I’ve decided to make a drabble thing where you, an American, are their significant other and you get told that they are nominated for a Grammy.

Hope you enjoy!!!

>>>Admin JiHyeon<<<

JIN:

It was round 2 o’clock in the morning and you woke up to an empty bed beside you. Only a few hours ago Jin had been asleep alongside you and now he was gone. With an eyebrow raised, you climbed out of the bed and slipped on your slippers before making your way from the room and toward the living area of the apartment. The kitchen light was on and it illuminated the living room. Sitting on the couch with the biggest smile on his face was Jin.

“Jin-ah? Are you okay?” You asked him and he glanced up at you when you spoke. He nodded and stood, making his way over to you.

“I’m great, jagi. More than great actually,” he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and spinning you. A giggle left your throat and you held onto him as he spun the two of you.

“You’re in a good mood,” you smiled as he set you down. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Dynamite was nominated for a Grammy jagi!” He exclaimed and you felt a sudden wave of excitement wash over you upon his words.

“Oh my god that is amazing! That is so exciting! I’m so proud of you jagi!” You screamed with a laugh before you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him. This was something he has wanted for a long time and now that it was happening, you were probably the proudest you’ve ever been of him and to call him yours.

“You’ll be my date to the show right?” He asked suddenly and you giggled but nodded nonetheless.

SUGA:

You were curled up in his side as the two of you laid on his bed at his parent’s house. Neither of you were sleeping. He was on his phone and the room was quiet as you laid there. You were slowly finding yourself slipping from consciousness listening to his calm heartbeat and his rhythmic breathing. Suddenly he sat up excited, forcing you to roll off his chest and onto the pillow.

“What’s going on?” You asked him as he chuckled to himself.

“I wish I was in Seoul right now,” he said, the smile on his face not faltering at all. You raised your eyebrow as you sat up and ran your hand up and down his arm.

“Why? You look like a serial killer right now,” you chuckled and he turned his head to look at you.

“BTS was nominated for a Grammy y/n!” He exclaimed and it took a second but when the realization hit you, your eyes widened and you wrapped your arms around him.

“That’s amazing Yoongi!” You said before you covered his face in kisses. He was giggling himself the entire time before he wrapped his uninjured arm around you.

“This just proves it,” he started and you looked at him.

“Proves what?” You asked and he smirked.

“That what I want, I get,” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“You just have really good luck, don’t get get pompous,” you smacked his shoulder playfully.

“I’ve got to call the members, share my excitement,” he said as he climbed off of the bed and dialed a phone number. You watched him fondly, proud and excited for him and his band. This was something they had wanted for years now, and you had a good feeling that they would win.

JHOPE:

The apartment was silent as you were curled up on your couch. It had been a boring few weeks since you had flown back to America to be with your family during these uncertain times. Being a nurse meant your family was constantly calling you at all hours of the day when you were in Korea, so you chose to fly back to help ease their worries. You had just gotten home from an overnight shift at the hospital and you were exhausted, but you had to get some things done around your house and you were meeting your mom for lunch at 1pm, which was in about two hours.

You knew that today was the day that the Recording Academy were announcing the nominations for the Grammys. The livestream was up on your TV as you pulled your blanket up to your chest and held your coffee in your hand. You looked up as they were announcing the nominees for Best Pop Group Performance. The second they said Dynamite by BTS, you jumped off the couch and your cup of coffee was thrown over your hardwood floors, but you didn’t care about the mess. Immediately you dialed Hoseok’s number and put your phone to your ear. As you waited, you danced around your living room excitedly.

“Jagi!” He answered and you laughed.

“I am so proud of you!” You exclaimed and heard him let out a laugh.

“So you heard?” He asked and you snorted at him.

“Of course I did. I’m sitting in my living room with the live stream on my TV,” you told him and he was quiet for a second before you heard a sniffle on the other end. “Hobi-ah? Is everything okay?” You asked him, concerned.

“I’m fine, yeah. Just really happy. This is something we have wanted for so long,” he said quietly and you smiled to yourself.

“It is and you got it. I’m sorry I’m not there to celebrate with you, but I’m gonna have a glass of wine and blast Dynamite when I get back after lunch with my mom,” you told him and heard him chuckle.

“Facetime me when you do, it’ll be nice to see your face while you celebrate,” he told you and you nodded.

“Anything for you Hobi-ah,” you said as you sat back down on the couch.

RM:

You sat in your shared apartment with Namjoon, waiting for him to come home. Though you knew that it wouldn’t be for a while since the Grammy nominations were being announced today. After showering you pulled on one of Namjoon’s shirts and grabbed your phone before sitting down on the couch. As you were making yourself comfortable, your phone started ringing, signalling you were being facetimed. When you saw Namjoon’s face you smiled and answered.

“Hello aein,” you told him and he smiled at you.

“I was going to wait to call until after we got the news but I couldn’t wait,” he chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s fine, I just got done with a shower and now I’m sitting in the living room,” you smiled at him. “You think you guys got the nod?” He stared at you and shrugged.

“I hope so but if we don’t, it’s not the end of the world,” he said and you nodded. Then you fell quiet and watched him as he glanced away from the screen, nervous. You watched his face for a moment silently before you watched him jump up and suddenly his phone was tossed onto the couch and there was screaming and laughing on the other end.

“Joonie? Everything okay?” You asked and waited for a response. After a few moments of silence, you called out again. “Namjoon, hey, what’s going on?” A second or two later his phone was picked up and you saw Namjoon’s face with the biggest smile spread across it.

“We got a nomination!” He exclaimed and you smiled at him.

“That’s amazing aein! Congrats, tell the others I’m proud of you guys,” you told him and he smiled at you with a nod.

“I’ll be home soon jagi, and don’t think I didn’t notice you wearing my shirt,” he smirked at you and you raised your eyebrows and smirked back at him. That was the plan after all.

JIMIN:

You sighed as you fastened the last button on your work uniform and pulled the hat on your head. Your shift started in a little over an hour but the drive was 45 minutes. From the hallway you heard your mom walk past, humming to herself. Your dad was downstairs making breakfast for the three of you. Another sigh left your chest as you left your room and headed downstairs.

“Has that boyfriend of yours called you today yet?” Your dad’s voice sounded when you entered the kitchen.

“Not yet but he’s busy,” you shrugged and sat down at the counter.

“Aren’t the Grammy nominations being announced today?” Your mom asked as she walked into the room with you.

“Yeah but I, sadly, doubt that they will get nominated, America isn’t exactly accepting of other countries or music,” you sighed and your mom shrugged.

“I heard that they have a chance. Wouldn’t hurt to check it out, maybe call Jimin?” She suggested and you nodded before pulling out your phone and doing a quick Google search. Suddenly your eyes widened and you screeched.

“Oh my god! They were nominated for Best Pop Group Performance!” You said excitedly and your mom patted your shoulder.

“Told you they had a chance. Go call that boyfriend of yours and make sure he knows and isn’t sleeping,” she told you and you immediately pulled up his number and FaceTime’d him. It rang for a few seconds before his face appeared on the screen, a smile on his face.

“So you heard?” You asked before even saying hi.

“Yeah, Namjoon-hyung, Taehyung, and Jungkookie are here with me. We watched the livestream. I’m so happy,” he rambled and you smiled softly at him.

“I’m so proud of you! I’ll be watching the Grammy’s from California on the day of, don’t you worry. I’ll take the day off just to devote my whole attention to it,” you told him and he chuckled.

“Well, we got the nomination so, even if we don’t win, it’s an accomplishment,” he said and you stared at him for a moment.

“Look at you being excited but still remaining humble,” you chuckled.

“This is something we’ve wanted for a long time, if only Yoongi-hyung were here to celebrate with us,” he sighed.

“Yoongi-ssi is probably losing his mind in Daegu right now,” you reassured him.

“Probably,” he smiled and leaned back on the couch. It warmed your heart to see him so happy after this year of negativity.

The Emergency Department floor was quiet as you sat at the intake desk with your favorite co-worker. Your shift at the hospital started about 6 hours ago and you 6 more to go. The salad you brought was sitting in front of you as you had your head leaned back on the chair and spun.

“Become a nurse, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Did they forget to mention that it’s like deader than dead most of the time?” Your coworker complained and you looked at her.

“I mean at least we can relax for a bit,” you said and she nodded.

“So, how’s you and Taehyung doing?” She asked and you smiled.

“Good, he hates that I’m doing my residency in America and not Korea but we are good,” you chuckled as you took a bite of your salad.

“How’s he handling the whole Covid situation on the entertainment business?” She asked you and you sighed.

“He is bored a lot of the time but we also FaceTime a lot,” you smiled and got quiet as your coworker scrolled on her phone. Suddenly she let out a snort and leaned over to you.

“Seems like your boyfriend isn’t happy about the nod,” she said and you furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed her phone. You watched the video that BTS tweeted out and watched Tae’s reaction, or rather lack thereof.

“What the heck?” You chuckled and pulled out your own phone to text him. A moment later and you felt your phone vibrating. You let out a chuckle when you saw his name trying to facetime you.

“Hey,” you answered it and he looked confused.

“What was with that text?” He asked.

“What was with your lack of reaction to being nominated for a Grammy?” You asked him and he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked and you switched the camera around to show him the video off of your coworkers phone.

“Oh, I was surprised. Didn’t expect to be nominated,” he shrugged.

“Oh come on, you guys have wanted this for like ever!” You exclaimed and he shrugged.

“Yeah but it’s also 2 in the morning here,” he said and you nodded.

“You get a pass, this time but I expect a full reaction once you’ve gotten sleep okay?” You asked him and he nodded. It sucked that you couldn’t be there with him to celebrate this accomplishment but you were proud of him nonetheless.

JUNGKOOK:

You sat quietly behind where the camera was positioned so that you weren’t seen, watching Jungkook as he sat on the couch. When he had told you that he was going to the dorm to watch the Grammy nomination live stream with his hyungs, you tagged along, not wanting to sleep alone. But now it was 2 in the morning and you were tired and cold. The blanket you stole from Jungkook’s room at the dorm only helped a small amount. You glanced up when you heard Namjoon say something about the live stream starting. Jungkook was happily sitting there, staring at you as they began naming off nominees. As the categories went on and BTS wasn’t mentioned, you felt discouraged. But then you heard them mention Dynamite and you nearly fell off your chair from both your own excitement and from being startled by their screams.

“We did it!” Jungkook exclaimed excitedly and you smiled at him. The camera was still rolling so you knew you couldn’t say anything but then after a minute or two, Jungkook got off the couch and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Congratulations Kookie,” you said to him with a smile.

“Thanks jagi,” he smiled before kissing your nose.

“Guys, this is such a big step for our careers,” Namjoon said and you smiled over at the leader.

“Someone call Suga-hyung,” Jimin said and Namjoon nodded before he pulled his phone out and left the room.

“Where’s your normal excitement y/n?” Jimin asked and you looked at him.

“It is 230 in the morning, it’s asleep,” you chuckled and he nodded.

“I forget you’re not used to being up this late,” he teased you.

“I’m up this late a lot but usually it’s cause I’m in my own home and watching a movie or getting lost on the internet,” you smiled and he rolled his eyes.

“You Gen Z kids and your internet,” he joked and you almost threw something at him.

“I am not Gen Z, I am a 90s baby, so, you can suck it,” you said back and Jungkook rubbed your shoulder.

“Okay kids, let’s calm down. I should get this one home anyways, I’ll see you guys later for schedule!” Jungkook called out as you stood and the two of you left the dorm, heading home.

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sunflowerim · 3 years

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I LOVE YOU 3000!

-PART 11

Tuesday, 12:30P.M. BBC Recording Studio.

Louis had to basically drag himself to the studio. He tried to talk to Nick about switching him but it was of no avail. He just had to do it.

Harry would be here soon. Thankfully the show was gonna be pre-recorded. So, if he said something mean to Harry "accidentally", the world wouldn't know. Maybe the studio will, but who cares about that.

After a few minutes, Louis watched as Nick suddenly stood up and reached the glass door to greet someone. Probably Harry Styles.

Louis sighed. He couldn't really remember how Harry Styles looked. He hadn't paid much attention to the tweets concerning him and from the distance, he could just make out a tall figure who was shaking hands with everyone and speaking in a slow drawl.

He took deep breaths and braced himself for the worst. He watched as the tall figure slowly made his way towards him and suddenly Louis forgot to breathe.

Harry Styles was gorgeous with a capital G.

No. Fuck. No. Don't think about him like that. You're supposed to hate him. Louis chastised himself, all the while politely smiling at Harry and gesturing him towards a seat in front of him. This was gonna be a long interview.

Harry smiled softly at him and Louis released a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"Hi, I'm Harry Styles", Harry said in his syrupy drawl as he extended his hand for Louis to shake.

And God Louis might just melt. No.

"Hi, I'm Louis Tomlinson", he managed to say in what he felt like was a confident voice.

"Nice to meet you".

Wish I could say the same. Louis bit back his tongue to stop himself from saying those words out loud. Instead he settled for, "shall we begin?"

Harry nodded and the crew around him started immediately.

"Hello and welcome to Tommo Tuesdays! I'm Louis Tomlinson and today we have among us, none other than Mr. Harry Styles!"

Ugh. He should have used nice adjectives.

Or maybe he did fine.

"So Harry, you've been nominated in the category of Academy Award for Best Actor for your movie 'My Policeman'. How do you feel about it?"

"Uhmm.. I'm really excited about it. I mean... I was already overwhelmed by the audience reaction to the movie and I couldn't believe when I got nominated. Everyone had worked so hard on the movie and I'm really proud of it".

"That's good to know. And how did your friends and family react to it. I mean we saw a lot of fan reactions, screaming and crying on social media. What about your personal life?"

"Haha my best friend bought a hundred pizzas to celebrate and it was just the two of us."

"No way."

"Yes!! And I guess you know him too. Niall Horan."

"Oh Niall!! Then I have no difficulty in believing that the two of you finished hundred pizzas haha.

So how do you balance your work life and personal life. I'm sure there must be a lot of pressure on you right now."

"Yes. I mean ofcourse there's gonna be pressure in every field. I'm sure you have your bad days too when you don't wanna come to the studio but you have to anyway because it's your job and you enjoy it very much. In the same way, the fans' reaction to my work, my family's pride in me and the satisfaction I get from working is just worth all the pressure".

Louis fidgeted in his seat. He'd lost Harry the moment he started talking about Louis not wanting to come to the studio and was just staring at him. Harry staring back at him jolted him back to reality. Yes. Interview. Focus Louis focus. Harry was just generalizing. He doesn't really know that you didn't wanna interview him.

"You're right. Now let's move on to the next segment shall we? The fans have a lot of question for you Mr. Styles. We selected a bunch of questions and I guess the fans would be really happy if you answered them"

"Sure. Ask away."

Louis stopped himself from fonding as he watched Harry say the last sentence while waving his hand in the air with a sweeping gesture. This is no time.

"So, Harry, , the fans want to know who your celebrity crush is."

"Ummm.. Jennifer Aniston."

"Ohh that's a good one, I love her."

"Who's yours? Is it me? Should I blush?"

And what the fuck. Was Harry flirting with him? No that couldn't be. Wasn't he straight?

He ignored the smirk playing on Harry's lips and tried to form a coherent sentence.

"Haha, sorry to burst your bubble but no. I have my heart set on David Beckham."

At that, Harry scrunched his nose and God help Louis.

"Proceeding to the next question. What's your favourite colour?"

"Your eyes."

"Excuse me?"

"You asked what my favourite colour is, so yeah. Your eyes."

If Louis wasn't sure before, he was now. This was blatant flirting.

Louis could feel his cheeks burning and he hoped it wasn't visible to anyone watching him. "Hah, I do have nice eyes. Thank you."

Harry smiled and Louis continued.

"What's your favourite Marvel movie and who's your favourite Marvel character?"

"Ummmm lemme think", Harry said and stroked his imaginary beard. "My favourite character would be Black Widow and favourite movie is Captain America: Civil War."

"Cool choices. On that note, tell us a bit about the upcoming movie."

"I think the trailer pretty much speaks for itself. The rest you have to find out in the theatres."

"Okay. We can be patient. So which actor are you dying to work with?"

"I think I'd like to work with Timothee Chalamet. His work in 'Call Me By Your Name' was exceptional."

"Yes, yes I did watch the movie. Amazing lad. Kay, next question-"

Louis didn't mean to but he started laughing. "So they wanna know what time you go to bed."

Harry joined in his laughter, saying "I'm sure they wanna know this so that they don't miss out stuff when I'm awake and they're asleep."

"I'm aware. You're infamous for dropping stuff when the fans are asleep." False. He wasn't aware. Nick had informed.

"Hahaha it's fun. But for real, I usually go to sleep at around 11, but my sleep time is never fixed during shoots."

"Do you read fanfictions?" Louis asked with a sly smile.

"I don't. I mean I tried, but I don't like how most writers portray me. Like I'm some womanizer, when I'm not."

At that, Louis' smile faltered. Because the Harry Styles he'd heard of was one. So many articles, so many pictures, it couldn't be all false.

"Well, maybe they're taking inspiration from all the articles about you. They're quite the deal breaker you know."

He expected Harry to snap at him but Harry just smiled. Which was somehow worse. "I can't go around telling people what they should think about me. So I've let it be."

Oh.

"Proceeding wi--"

"I have a question", Harry interrupted with a smile. The previous tension seemed to have left his body.

"Yes?"

"Do YOU write fanfictions?"

Louis could feel the air drain out of his lungs.

"NO, I don't have the time or talent for that", Louis replied as nonchalantly as he could manage.

"Aww so you've never written something about me I could read?"

Harry Styles needs to stop.

"Haha no, but if I ever come across good stories about you, I'll make sure to forward."

"I'd appreciate that."

Louis refused to think about how Harry's lips quirked upwards as he said it.

"Back to my questions, would you ever date a fan? Can they keep their hopes up?"

"I wouldn't necessarily date someone just because they're a fan you know but I won't mind if I started liking someone and they turned out to be a fan or someone who really likes my movies."

"That's good."

"I'm currently single by the way."

What the hell. Why would Louis need that information. He needs to talk to Zayn right fucking now. There's no way on earth the person sitting in front of him was straight.

"Good to know." And with that Louis shot him a winning smile. Two can play at this game.

"Would you ever date a celebrity Louis?"

Louis wanted to punch a wall.

"I would maybe, if they managed to sweep me off my feet haha."

"Good to know."

Louis had to finish the interview as soon as possible.

"Moving on, to the next question-", Louis paused. Do you like milk? Who asks that. Louis was gonna kill Nick for handing him these questions.

Louis quickly changed the question card, and went to see the next question. If anyone noticed, he didn't care.

"What fruit do you associate yourself with?

"I think avocados."

"What?"

"They're cute."

"Fucking avocados man. Sorry. Just bleep it out Nick."

"You don't like them?"

"Hate them."

"Oh, I think peaches are great too", Harry said with a smirk.

And no. Louis was gonna ignore the obvious innuendo behind Harry's answers. He'd had enough for one day.

"And that's all the fan questions for today. We hope you had a good time here."

"I sure did." The smirk was still there.

"Yeah, so would you like to tell your fans anything before you leave?"

"I'd just like to say that I love you all and I'm thankful to every single one of you who took time to watch my movie and pushed it to the top. I do hope you like the upcoming movie too. Thank you!"

Nick stepped in after that to talk to Harry and Louis took the chance to grab his stuff and leave. He couldn't risk staying longer.

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chemiste · 4 years

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Voicemail. ~part 2~

a/n : you want it? go get it! heres the second part to voicemail!! I’m thinking a 3rd and final part for this??? if y’all want it tell me! ALSO I’ve linked what the reader is wearing and maybe what others are too so if you see a link thats what it is. also wanted to say thank you so much for the support on this one shot!! i would put those big eye emojis but im typing on a laptop and i dont think O.O is the same....

first part!!!! go read

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“Next on the red carpet is singer/song writer Y/N L/N, wow look at that beautiful dress!! This year at the Grammys she is up for 3 awards, Song of the Year, Best Dance Recording, and Best Solo Pop Artist!”

The interviewer exclaimed excitedly from her podium along side the paparazzi wall. It had been a week since the songs were let out for the world and so there was definitely an electricity in the air at the awards ceremony.

“All you fans are probably watching for the most anticipated performances of tonight! Harry Styles will be singing one of his new songs from his album FineLine! Twitter is going ballistic from the recently leaked songs about is break up with L/N, we all know the cameras will be on her tonight whenever he’s mentioned! Oh look, here she comes now!”

You walked over in your beautiful award dress, safe to say you were the best dress star there. Your hair was done up and the red long dress seemed to flow around you effortlessly as you walked.

“Hello Diane, it’s lovely to see you again.”

You said in a polite voice, smiling to her and the camera, she handed you an extra mic, ready to drown you with questions.

“I’m going to cut to the chase— did you listen to the songs?”

Wow, this lady’s cut throat I’ll give her that.

“Oh yes! I’ve listened to all the albums nominated this year and I’m so excited.”

“Oh I was talking about—“

“I’m so incredibly grateful for the nominations, I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this album and I’m glad the fans love it as much as I do.”

You could see the Diane deflate a little, understanding you’d keep dodging questions about Harry until it was over so she moved on.

“Yes, you’re nominated for Best Dance Recording, the music video for your song Clouds was crazy! How long did it take you to figure out how to dance while flying?!”

You laughed, thinking back to the many rehearsals of choreography on the ground and then being connected to cables and hoisted into the air to perform it.

“A girl never tells her secrets,” you said with a wink.

“Well speaking of flying in a music video, I know one performance tonight will be—“

Cheers and hysteric screaming filled the fan area as someone came on to the carpet.

“Is that? Oh look, Harry Styles enters the stage in a—, my goodness! You and him are matching!”

You couldn’t believe it.

Harry was decked out in a full red suit, hair beautifully fluffed and glimmering in the light. He had red heels that looked like Dorthy’s slippers.

And he had the faintest amount of red lipstick on, making him look like an ethereal being in red.

“Wow, we really are matching.”

You mumbled to yourself, half forgetting you were being filmed.

You turned back to the camera the moment you remembered, making your face emotionless so hopefully the interviewer wouldn’t pick up on your thoughts at the moment.

You quickly thanked her and slipped off into the sea of celebrities, hearing his voice ‘hello love! So happy you could come’ to the fans hoping he would give them a signature.

You entered the award room, looking for your assigned seat. Luckily you were strangely one of the only people in there aside from a few techies working on the stage lights.

“Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Billie Elish, Kahild… Harry….”

You gasped, basically scoffing at what you saw next.

“Y/N L/N? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

You started to breathe a little faster, “Oh god, I don’t think I can do a whole ceremony next to him, after the whole thing online… and not responding to his texts.”

It’s true, when he had texted you that morning, it took you 5 hours and a shot of tequila to actually open his messages.