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Seven Soulmarks: Taehyung (”It’s you.”)

~genre: soulmate au, fluff, sfw

~word count: 5.2k

~warnings: absolutely none this is cute lmao

~pairing: solo idol!taehyung x y/n

~summary: At the exact moment of your twentieth birthday, the first words your soulmate will ever say to you appear on the inside of your left wrist. Seven boys meeting their soulmates shows how the universe always has a plan.

See how the other boys meet their soulmates (all interconnected) Jungkook -- Jimin -- Namjoon -- Hoseok -- Yoongi -- Jin

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Kim Taehyung hated his life.

Rationally, he knew that this was likely the result of him being the most selfish douchebag on the face of the planet.

Didn’t change the fact that he hated his life.

“This is bullshit!” Taehyung shouted, tearing the beanie off of his head and chucking it across the room in favor of running his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I thought this was my album, Sejin. Why are these prats making all of the decisions?!”

Taehyung’s manager, Sejin, took a deep breath. Taehyung was prone to outbursts as of late, but he knew that the young singer’s anger simply came from a place of frustration, not cruelty. He’d been working for Taehyung for over three years now, he knew the young man better than most.

“Taehyung, it’s just two songs. The rest of the album is all yours, but the company needs you to play nice so that—”

“I don’t care what the company wants,” Taehyung snapped, hands on his hips as he turned to face Sejin. “They don’t ever seem to care what I want in my music these days, so why should I listen to them?”

“Tae—”

“No, no! They would be a no-name recording label drowning in debt if I hadn’t signed with them and this is how they treat me! I’m done, I’m fucking done.”

Taehyung slammed his hand against the wall beside him, and only felt slightly bad when he saw Sejin jump out of the corner of his eye. His broad chest heaved with breaths as he leaned his forehead against the wall and tried to calm down.

“It’s not my music anymore,” he finally murmured. “It’s not … me.” He looked up, meeting Sejin’s eye. “I’m sick of doing the same damn formula for every song. The same chord progressions, the same shitty beat drops that sound like every other song, the same stupid ass lyrics that don’t mean anything. That’s not me, man. It’s not the fans either, I just feel … I feel like I’m lying to them every time I release a new shitty song that can be played in clubs but doesn’t really mean anything.”

“The songs are doing well though.”

“Of course they are, the fans will support me no matter what I release, but if it’s not really from my heart then I’m just taking advantage of them!” Taehyung retorted, throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m sick of this! It’s been over a year since the company let me release anything that I wrote myself, and they won’t even give Scenery a chance!”

“You just have to be patient, Taehyung.”

“But I—”

“No, Taehyung, you have to be patient,” Sejin urged, cutting the singer off in a rare display of authority. “Your contract is up in a year. Just one year, and then you’ll have to resign for another four years or …”

Sejin trailed off, letting Taehyung connect the dots. He would never tell his young friend what to do, but he had seen the toll that lack of creative freedom was taking on the singer. Taehyung had lost weight, his voice didn’t have that same vibrancy that it did when he was singing his own music, and he had been avoiding any sort of outings that might put him in the path of paparazzi or his fans.

“Or I can choose not to re-sign with them,” Taehyung finished the thought in a quiet voice. He lifted his head to the ceiling, releasing a long breath. “Just one year. One more year. I can do that. I can do that, right?”

“Of course you can,” Sejin said quickly. “One year will fly by.”

Taehyung huffed, flopping down on the couch of the green room connected to the studio of the shitty, obnoxious American producer that he was being forced to work with.

“I’m not even twenty years old and I’m this tired,” he said with a humorless laugh, rubbing his eyes.

“Actually, you are twenty years old.”

Taehyung looked at Sejin incredulously. “No I’m not. My birthday is tomorrow.”

“You were born in Korea, and your birthday started there an hour ago. Because of the time differences you—”

“Well why didn’t you say something?” Taehyung shouted, jumping up to his feet and muttering under his breath as he tried to take off the thick, clunky bracelet over his left wrist.

Because of the occasional stalker and obsessive fan, the majority of celebrities who hadn’t found their soulmate yet had taken to keeping their soulmark area constantly covered — Taehyung had wanted to get in the habit of such even before his twentieth birthday.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to bring up your soulmark in front of those assholes back there,” Sejin muttered under his breath. Taehyung smirked. It was rare that Sejin cursed, so it was clear that Taehyung wasn’t the only one who was sick of the jerks that the company had been forcing him to work with lately.

“What’s it say?” the manager asked as Taehyung finally got the bracelet off of his left wrist.

“It says … ‘It’s you.’”

“Oh.” Sejin cleared his throat. “Well … I guess she’ll be a fan?”

Taehyung let out a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t wait to meet his soulmate, sure, but a part of him had always romanticized the idea of someone falling for him first and then V, famous singer, second.

That was a pipe dream and you know it, he rationalized to himself.

The money, the fame, the countless opportunities that had been thrown Taehyung’s way since he was just barely seventeen were amazing, and he was thankful every day for them.

But the way that things were going lately, between having to make music that wasn’t from his heart at all and countless rumors and scandals that were always being blown way out of proportion, Taehyung just wanted to feel normal — at least for a little while. To get his head back on straight.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Taehyung muttered, not really thinking about his soulmate much at all in that moment. Even though if she was a fan, which it seemed like she was given her first words to him, she was probably thinking about him often.

Guilt struck him immediately. He loved his fans, it wasn’t their fault at all that he wasn’t content.

The inauthenticity of the situation was just getting to be too damn much. Being twenty years old was when he was supposed to really discovering himself, and yet his company wasn’t allowing him that opportunity. No matter the privileges he had, that was enough to drive someone crazy.

“Just one year,” Taehyung muttered to himself, glancing up as Sejin clapped a hand on his shoulder. “One year.”

***

“Honey are you sure you don’t want to celebrate with us?”

“Mom I am going to celebrate with you and Dad,” you reassured your mother with a smile as you shrugged on your coat. “We’re having a birthday party tomorrow!”

“Yes, but I don’t know how I feel about you being alone for your soulmark appearance.”

“Mom I’ll be fine.” You leaned over and kissed your mother’s cheek swiftly. “I just want this moment to myself. Besides, I was born at 2 AM, nobody is going to want to stay awake that late just to see some words appear on my wrist.”

“I would!”

“Mom, you can’t stay up past 10:30 PM and we both know it,” you laughed. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning to help set up for the party. Bye, love you!”

You practically ran out the front door before your mother could say anything else, pulling your coat tighter to you. You picked a few pieces of stray dog hair that had attached itself to the material as you walked to your car. You weren’t sure if the dog hair was from your own dog at home, or if it was from one of the sweet little guys from the animal shelter you volunteered at.

After taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the night sky, you unlocked your car and hopped in, going through the motions of starting up your car and pulling out onto the main road.

The coast was about a three and a half hour drive away, which would put you sitting on the beach listening to the waves under a starry sky right as your soulmark was set to appear. Just how you had always imagined it.

The drive was a familiar one, and you put on your favorite driving playlist to pass the time. The playlist mostly consisted of oldies that your dad had listened to with you when you were a child, a few rap songs, and some movie soundtracks that you liked. Nothing too current, honestly. You were so busy with taking online courses, waitressing, and volunteering at the shelter that you didn’t put much time into listening to the latest hits on Top 40.

Not that you really liked current pop music. There was this annoying trend going on for the last couple years of songs only about partying and having sex with annoying beat drops in the background that all kind of sounded the same.

Not that there was anything wrong with that kind of music, of course, it just wasn’t really your scene.

Soon enough, your mind started wandering. Your thoughts jumped between ideas of what your soulmark might be, to the apartments you were looking at moving into soon (if you could ever find a roommate, that is), to one of the cats at the shelter that needed to find a home ASAP.

You needed to call the shelter’s photographer on call tomorrow to help with that last one. The young woman was an amazing photographer that, like you, had a soft spot for animals. She’d started offering free shoots for the animals at the shelter that needed to be adopted sooner rather than later, hoping that by having professional photos of them to post on social media and on posters, people might be more inclined to take them in.

You and the photographer got along well. You’d even talked about soulmarks recently when she heard that your twentieth birthday was coming up.

(The photographer had yet to meet her soulmate, but her mark read, ‘Wait, please!’)

Realizing that you were thinking about work and responsibilities instead of just enjoying a peaceful drive to the beach, you decided you needed a change of pace. Not taking your eyes off the road, you turned off your driving playlist that had started to repeat and switched on the radio instead.

The song that was playing was …

Utter crap, honestly.

“Ugh,” you muttered to yourself, wincing at the overuse of bass and a chord progression that sounded suspiciously exactly like that recent Chainsmokers song one of the guys at the shelter had played for you the other day.

The male vocals were nice, you guessed. Even if the lyrics were about dicking down some random girl at a club.

Like you’d never heard that song before.

Fortunately, you only had to listen to about a minute of the song before it was over.

“Alright that was the one and only V on his brand new collaboration with Elia!” the radio announcer said as soon as the song was over. “Hey, did you hear the latest news about our dear heartthrob V?” he asked his cohost.

“No,” the female announcer responded with an overdramatic gasp. You rolled your eyes. “What is it?”

“Paparazzi caught sight of his soulmark the other day.”

That time, you gasped alongside the female announcer. A celebrity soulmark sighting was awful, everyone agreed on that. There were countless horror stories of fans knowing their idol’s soulmark and saying the words to them and even faking their own soulmarks to try and trick them into a relationship. It was a nightmare scenario.

“No!” the female announcer said even more dramatically. “I can’t believe it … but also, like … what’s it say? Just out of curiosity of course.”

While you curled your lip in disgust, the two announcers laughed together. You felt gross just listening to them discuss the celebrity’s soulmark like this, they had no respect for the sanctity of the marks.

You didn’t even know the celebrity (V, or something? Who names themselves a letter?), but no one deserved to have their mark discussed so flippantly. It was just plain disrespectful.

“According to the picture, his mark says—”

You turned the radio off.

“Assholes,” you muttered under your breath.

You decided to take the last twenty minutes of the drive in silence, thinking of your soulmark and who your soulmate might be.

Honestly, you weren’t picky at all. You trusted the soulmark system, and believed with all your heart that the person that had your first words to them tattooed on their wrist was going to be just right for you. You didn’t care what they looked like or did for a living, you knew they would be enough no matter what.

The thought made you smile softly. You had a person out there designed just for you. It was unbelievable, but in the best kind of way.

Finally you arrived at the secluded beach, parking close to the sand under a streetlight. You stretched as you stepped out of your car, grabbing your blanket and a flashlight and taking off your shoes before running towards the water.

You didn’t care that you probably looked crazy running onto the beach at almost 2 AM by yourself — not that there was anyone around to see, anyways. You were excited — this was the moment you’d been waiting for for twenty years.

In just minutes you were situated at the edge of the water, just close enough to feel the sea spray as the tide rolled in. You checked the time on your phone.

Just a few seconds to go. You held the flashlight up to focus on the inside of your left wrist, cheeks hurting from grinning so much.

And then it was appearing. Black lines slowly came into view and then … it was there.

The first words your soulmate would ever say to you.

‘Do you even know who I am, you psycho?’

You blinked.

“Well then,” you muttered to yourself, looking back out to the sea again, but this time with a decidedly not so ecstatic expression. “Didn’t see that one coming.”

***

A YEAR AND A HALF LATER

“Dude, you know you can go out and actually do stuff, right? Not sure how you’re getting ‘inspiration’ by being holed up in my apartment all day.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes as Jimin searched for his keys. He’d been staying at his best friend’s apartment for the past few weeks after finally calling it quits with the company that had treated him like shit for so long. He’d wanted to disappear, and his friendship with Jimin had stayed off the radar for the past few years, so his friend had gladly offered to let him stay at his place until he figured out his next move.

Not that Taehyung had any idea what his next move was. He knew he had to keep making music or he’d go crazy, he just wasn’t ready to sign his creativity over to someone else again.

“You know I can’t do that,” Taehyung retorted, scratching Jimin’s dog Chim behind the ears as the little mutt lounged on his lap. “I can’t risk being recognized.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, turning to face his friend head on. “They make things called masks, genius.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said I could come stay with you as long as I needed to.”

“And I mean it,” Jimin affirmed, checking his pink hair in the mirror by the front door. Being a hairdresser, Jimin did this annoyingly often. “You can. But you’ve got to get out and do something, Tae. Come with me to the salon, or go to the movies, or busk at the subway station. Do something, man.”

“While busking at the dirty subway station does sound appealing,” Taehyung deadpanned, “I’m just … I’m nervous, Jimin. I don’t know how to be … normal anymore.”

Jimin turned back to his friend sympathetically. He didn’t understand Taehyung’s dilemma at all, but he could recognize fear and pain when he saw it. Subconsciously, he rubbed at the thick leather bracelet covering his left wrist.

(Jimin hadn’t met his soulmate yet, but his mark read, ‘Stop right there!’ and he already hated himself for the way he was apparently going to inspire fear in the person he was supposed to love and cherish.)

“Well if it makes you feel any better,” Jimin finally said, making an excited noise as he finally found his keys, “You were never really normal. But,” he held up his finger when Taehyung started to protest childishly, “I think that’s part of your charm. Now put on a face mask and go on a walk Chim. My house, my rules, go do it.”

“Jiminie, I—”

“Nope! No arguments! There’s a really nice dog park two blocks down! Bye!”

Jimin slipped out the door before Taehyung could say another word.

“Jackass,” Taehyung murmured without any real bite. Chim looked up at him with his adorable big brown eyes. “Not you,” he assured the dog. “Just your dumb owner.”

Chim whined, cocking his head to the side. One of his ears stuck up, while the other flopped down. It was ridiculous how cute the mutt was.

“Ack, fine. You want to go on a walk, Chimmy? Not like I’m exactly stewing in song-writing inspiration now, right?”

Chim barked.

“Gee thanks, bud.”

And that was how Taehyung started his daily walks to the dog park with Chim.

***

“I’m going to murder him,” you seethed.

The vet photographer just laughed, not even taking her eye away from her camera as she took shots of the pitbull puppy that had just been brought to the shelter last week.

“You’re not going to murder anyone,” your friend said.

“Oh yes I am. I’ve tried to catch him three times now, but I keep missing him by just minutes!”

“How do you know that?”

“The poop is still warm when I get there.”

“Ew!” Your friend did look away from her camera at that comment, scrunching up her nose. “That’s disgusting, Y/N.”

“Yeah I know!” you retorted, walking over and picking up the puppy, holding him tight to your chest. “There’s signs everywhere in the dog park. ‘Clean up after your dog,’ ‘Please dispose of your dog’s waste here,’ ‘Dog waste bags available at the entrance of the park.’ And yet does this person clean up after their dog? No!”

“How do you know it’s the same person doing it?” your friend asked, letting her camera hang from the strap around her neck as she scratched the top of the puppy’s head.

“I can tell,” you said matter-of-factly. “It’s the same poop pattern.”

Your friend cackled at that, which stirred the puppy in your arms. “That’s so gross.”

“I’ve stepped in it twice,” you told her, gritting your teeth. “Everyone around here respects the rule, so whoever has been letting their dog poop in the park and then not clean it up for the past three weeks is a newbie. And I’m going to track him down and give him a piece of my mind!”

“How do you know it’s a he?” your friend asked, taking the puppy from you and repositioning him in her makeshift photoshoot set once again.

“Oh I just know.”

“Don’t tell me you saw his poop pattern, too?”

“Aish, shut up and take the pictures!”

***

Taehyung hummed under his breath as he led Chim down the street towards the dog park.

Even though Taehyung would never admit it to Jimin, his friend’s suggestion of walking Chim had been really, really good for him. It had helped him to realize that three years of fame and concerts and tours and events and press had left Taehyung with little to no schedule or routine in his life.

And Taehyung liked routine, he was discovering. He liked being able to know or at least have an idea of what the next day held, he liked going on walks and not having to make an event of it, or care what he looked like or what brands of clothes or shoes he was wearing because paparazzi photos would imply that he was promoting them, and so on, and so on.

He liked normalcy. At least small pieces of it.

And he liked Chim. Taehyung and the dog had become the best of friends in the past three weeks of daily walks together, a fact which Jimin was only slightly jealous of.

It was nice. And oddly enough, it was giving Taehyung inspiration for all sorts of new sounds and songs.

For three years Taehyung had gone on expensive retreats to try and find song-writing inspiration (not that his company had ever listened to any of his ideas after the success of his first EP), and now he was finding loads of it just walking his friend’s dog down the street for free.

Such a simple task was giving Taehyung an entirely new perspective. It was his favorite thing to do, which was absolutely mind boggling considering he was a literal millionaire that could do just about anything he wanted.

He liked this change of pace though.

“Ah, ah, no, Chim,” he said as the dog started to tug at his leash. “Come on bud, we go over this every day.”

At the halfway point to the dog park, they passed a local animal shelter. It was close to the road, so Chim always heard dogs barking or saw someone in the parking lot with their animal. He rarely barked himself, but always tugged on his leash to try and get closer.

“Come on, Chimmie, let’s go.”

With a huff, Taehyung did what he usually ended up doing and just reached down and picked up the dog, tucking him under his arm to walk him away from the sight of the shelter.

But as he stood back up, he glanced over to the shelter and froze.

As you stepped out of the building leading a medium sized golden retriever puppy, talking to it softly, Taehyung found himself unable to look away.

You were smiling, talking with the clearly skittish dog in a soothing voice. Your skin seemed to glow as the sun shone down on you and you were objectively stunning, even in plain jeans and a purple tee.

As if sensing that you were being watched, you glanced up from the dog you were working with to look up at Taehyung standing on the sidewalk.

Taehyung stiffened, looking away and walking with Chim down the street once more. It had been an instinct reaction, fearing that he had been recognized.

Then he remembered that he was wearing a mask and felt like an idiot for not looking at you for another moment more.

***

“Hey, hey!”

Your friend jumped as you came flying around the corner, almost dropping her camera in the process.

“You scared me!” she said with a hand on her chest to catch her breath. “What is it? What’s wrong”

“Can you get this sweet guy back into his crate? I have to go catch him!”

“Catch who?” your friend asked, taking the leash of the golden retriever you were leading.

“The dog poop guy!” you shouted, voice fading as you took off back out the door. “I’m finally gonna catch the dog poop guy!”

***

“Alright Chim,” Taehyung muttered, voice slightly muffled beneath his mask. “Go ahead, do your business.”

Chim looked up at him with those adorable puppy dog eyes of his.

“Seriously? We go over this everyday. I’m not watching. And there’s no one else even here!” Taehyung gestured around to the empty park. It was a Monday around 10 o’clock in the morning, which meant the park was empty save for the two of them.

“Fine,” he muttered after a few more seconds of Chim staring at him. He leaned down and unclicked his leash since there were no other dogs around, which Chim yipped excitedly about. “Go ahead, the world is your poop yard.”

Chim took off in a run around the fence as Tae sat atop the wooden picnic table and looked around.

It was a beautiful day. The weather was mild enough to wear short sleeves, the sun was shining but not overbearing, and it was a quiet area.

This was the normalcy he had been craving. After years of being on the road and constantly working with no real fulfillment, this was the contentment he had actually been striving for.

He let out a deep breath, leaning back on his palms and looking up at the clouds. He began humming a new melody under his breath, the words to a song that was almost finished just lacking … something.

He managed to hum for just a few more seconds when he heard the gate open.

Taehyung snapped his head up to make sure Chim hadn’t run out, but the person coming in had already closed it behind them.

And it was … you. The girl from the shelter. Except this time you didn’t have the golden retriever with you.

Out of habit, Taehyung lifted a hand to make sure his mask was still in place.

Chim barked excitedly, running to greet the stranger.

“Easy, buddy,” Taehyung called out to the dog as he ran around your legs. You kept walking towards Taehyung, making sure not to step on Chim in the meantime.

Taehyung hopped off of the picnic table and opened his mouth to say hello or … something, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say honestly, he hadn’t spoken to anyone but Jimin in almost a month.

But before he could speak, you beat him to the punch.

“It’s you!”

Taehyung froze as you marched up and pointed in his face.

He’d heard those words from countless crazed fans since his soulmark had leaked. The words that were supposed to fill him with joy at finding his soulmate now filled him with dread.

How the hell had you recognized him with a mask on and his hair a different color than his last paparazzi sighting?

“You are the poop guy!”

Taehyung blinked.

What the hell? he thought to himself. He tried to speak, but you weren’t letting him.

“For three weeks I’ve been bringing the shelter dogs here to play and do you know how many times I have stepped in your dog’s poop?”

Taehyung opened his mouth.

“Seven times!” you shrieked. “Seven times and now two of my favorite pairs of shoes are ruined because they are cloth and I can’t get rid of the poop smell. Can you read?”

Once again, Taehyung tried to speak.

“There are signs!” you yelled, gesturing around the park. “Three signs as a matter of fact! The park even has bags for you to use! It takes five seconds to clean up after your dog! It’s common courtesy!”

Your voice was as shrieky as ever, and your shoulders heaved as you caught your breath.

“Well?” you asked, throwing your hands up in the air. “Aren’t you going to say anything? An apology will suffice, but I prefer a promise to start cleaning up after your dog.”

Taehyung swallowed thickly and you tracked the movement. You couldn’t see the majority of his face because he was wearing a mask over his mouth, but he was built well and had cute fluffy brown hair hanging over his forehead.

Doesn’t matter if he’s cute, he’s not following common dog-owner courtesy, you scolded yourself.

Slowly, he reached up and tugged off his mask.

Aw crap, you thought. He’s not just cute, he’s model level hot.

And he was. His facial features were striking, you’d honestly never seen anyone as attractive as him. But you stood your ground, focusing on the fact that he had ruined two pairs of your favorite shoes and made you give four of the shelter dogs a bath because they stepped in his dog’s poop. Hot or not, that was unacceptable.

Finally, he spoke (not that you had given him much opportunity to until now).

“Do you even know who I am,” Taehyung asked softly, genuinely curious.

But before he finished speaking, he remembered that you had just yelled at him like a crazy person without even letting him defend himself.

“—you psycho?”

Your jaw dropped as the now annoyingly attractive man leveled up in his own irritation.

You briefly registered in the back of your mind that oh shit, this is my soulmate, but quite frankly your soulmate was being a dick!

“It’s a dog park!” Taehyung shouted. “Dogs poop! How hard is it to look down and see where you’re stepping?”

“I shouldn’t have to look down where I’m stepping!” you shot back. “If all dogs pooped here without their owners cleaning up after them, it would be anarchy!”

“Poop is biodegradable!”

“What?! It takes dog poop like three months to decompose!”

“Well that’s … longer than I thought!” he admitted, still yelling. “It doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t be screaming at strangers!”

“You’re not a stranger, you’re my soulmate!”

Taehyung blinked, mouth slightly agape. You realized your mistake.

“I mean, I-I don’t know who you are,” you muttered. “But you said the words, so — and by the way, rude first words to say to your other half!”

You held up your left wrist, showing your soulmate your mark.

‘Do you even know who I am, you psycho?’

He winced.

After the shouting match, the quiet between the two of you seemed oddly profound.

“Do you … do you actually know who I am though?” he asked quietly.

You raised your eyebrow. “Other than my soulmate and the guy who lets his dog poop freely in a public place? Uh, no, I don’t.”

Taehyung let out a deep breath, laughing softly.

“Good, that’s … good,” he said quietly, his striking eyes looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes. “Sorry about the dog poop.”

“No you’re not.”

“No, I’m really not. If it makes you feel any better, it’s not my dog.”

“That has nothing to do with it!”

“Do you always yell so much?!”

“No I’m usually very pleasant!”

“Well you could’ve fooled me!”

“Well ask me on a date and I’ll prove it to you!”

“Fine, do you want to go out to dinner tonight?!”

“Yes, there’s a good restaurant next to my apartment we can go to!”

“That sounds great!”

“You’re really pretty, I hope you know that!”

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!”

“I hope it doesn’t freak you out, but I’m actually a famous musician and my stage name is V!”

“Wait, what?”

You stepped back in shock at his declaration and right into a big, fresh pile of —

“Ack! For fuck’s sake, clean up after your damn dog!”

You wanted to hate him for laughing so hard, but after looking at his boxy smile and the way his dog (okay not his dog, but still) was running around his feet yipping excitedly … you just couldn’t do it.

Your soulmark wasn’t exactly the best, but … you had a feeling the man on the other side of it was going to turn out to be perfect for you.

Even if he did continue to laugh as you scraped the dog poop off the bottom of yet another new pair of shoes.

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“This is it,” I bounce on the balls of my feet. “We are finally in line for our last trip to take us to our boys. I am going to lose it.”

Emily chuckles, “You were not this excited when we graduated, which is kind of surprising. The plane ride isn’t as important as finishing school, so we never have to come back here. Unless with the boys.”

“Graduation is the reason we had to wait two weeks after our normal date to fly over to the city we belong,” I fix my glasses that have slid down my nose.

“When you put it that way, I can understand your feelings. However, we are going to be spending the rest of our lives with them,” she tugs me forward as the security line moves.

“Eh,” I shrug. “Still, I had to wait even longer than last year to see the love of my life.”

“Oh, don’t get gushy now,” she chuckles. “We are going to see them very soon. Keep it together.”

“I will,” I adjust the straps of my backpack, so my shoulders won’t be sore. “I just, he’s the love of my life, and I am going to spend so much time with him. It’s finally sinking in.”

“You are so cute,” Emily ruffles my hair. “How can you be so cute?”

“It’s just luck,” I giggle, swatting her hand away and fixing my hair. “Tae may also be rubbing off on me. He is overly cute at times.”

“That’s his whole deal,” Emily motions for me to see that we are almost to the front of the line.

“He’s the cute one, I know.”

“Last year, I remember we talked about our looks, but I don’t think much has changed since then. I have a tad more purple in my hair, and that’s it.”

“I wear my glasses more than not to please Yoongi and Taehyung. The blue in my hair is a richer shade and more prominent. It is crazy how one year can change a ton, and the next not so much.”

“As is life,” she places her backpack on the conveyor belt.

I follow, and am glad that we were the lucky group that were able to keep their shoes on. It makes this process go boy just slightly faster, but it is so satisfying because then it doesn’t feel like such an eternity.

“Finally, now we can get to our gate,” I sigh, falling into a good pace next to Emily.

“Do you think our parents believed us when we said we won’t be coming home?” Emily asks.

“We mailed boxes of our things to Nari. We left objects of ours that we can replace or don’t want behind in their houses. They must know we are serious. There’s nothing left for us here.”

“Our graduation party was like a goodbye party as well. Some of the people that came we won’t see for a long time. Really, all of them.”

“We can Skype, but that probably won’t happen often. People get busy. We’ll be busy.”

“Skype dates will be a thing of the past. We will always go on real life dates from now on,” she grabs my arm and pulls me towards our gate.

“They were fun, but I like dates where we can kiss. Gah, I want to kiss Tae so bad,” I fore myself to push all thoughts of Taehyung’s lips out of my mind.

“I didn’t kiss Namjoon nearly as much as you kissed Taehyung, and being away from him I wished I had.”

“You can make up for it in a few days,” I pat her upper arm. “he probably regrets not kissing you, and is going to fix it when the two of you reunite.”

“How are you feeling about the topic of marriage now?”

I take in a slow breath, “You know, I’m good. It doesn’t freak me out. I love Taehyung more than anyone, and I want to be his wife. I want him to be my husband.”

“Truly the cutest couple in this whole world. You two will be beyond happily married. It needs to happen soon.”

“Oh, no, not soon,” I walk us over to our gate. “A few years, maybe. I’m still quite young.”

“He is the love of your life,” she pokes my side as we take a seat. “You work with him now, so you’ll be with him all the time. You are practically married already.”

“You need a job,” I smile, bringing my hand up to touch the infinity sigh necklace Taehyung gifted to me for my birthday last year. “Has Nari found anything?”

“Not yet,” Emily sighs. “I’m sure something will pop up soon. At least by the end of the summer.”

“I’m sure it will. Everything will fall into place when it is meant to.”

“That is very true,” she pats my hand. “That’s how we should live our lives.”

“I want to board soon because I have emails to send,” I chew on my bottom lip for a second. “And we have to discuss surprising the boys at their last fan sigh before coming home for a bit. I can’t wait to go to some new countries. I like traveling with the boys. No matter how tired it makes me.”

“It does wear you down. Last year you had a few meltdowns, and I think they were due to being so tired.”

“Yeah, that had a lot to do with it. And then my mental health had a dip.”

“You’ve been on a high for some months now, so hopefully that keeps going.”

“It should, when we get where we belong,” I smile. “I can’t wait to see how they react to seeing us at the fan sigh.”

“Calling it now, you will cry. Not bawling, but you will shed a few tears.”

“Probably. I’ll be so happy that it will be the only thing I can do.”

“Are you going to make Taehyung watch baseball with you?”

“Hell yeah. This is the Cubs year. I will pay so our TV plays all of their games.”

“Oh my, gosh. That’s right. You and Taehyung are moving in together. I had forgotten.”

I grip the bottom of my t-shirt. “It’s pretty crazy, but it will be so good for me. Tae will be the best roommate.”

“Your apartment will always be filled with love. Even more so when you get your two dogs.”

“I can’t wait to get two puppies.” I giggle. “All that’s important is that we save them.”

“A kind soul. You always try to look out for others.”

I shrug, “When you grow up how I did, you learn to give others what they need. It helps me get over being raised by my siblings, and a warmth spreads through my heart when I help others.”

Emily opens her mouth to reply, but is interrupted by the lady over the intercom, “Now boarding the flight to Seoul, South Korea.”

“That’s us,” I slowly stand up, feeling a rush of nerves run through me.

“You okay? You look sick,” Emily stands up and places her hand on my forehead.

“I’m fine,” I take in a breath. “I just can’t believe it. We are finally going home. Two years ago, when we made the first trip over, I didn’t think much would come out of it. Now, I can’t imagine my life anywhere else but in Seoul. With you, and Nari, and all the boys. I just want to be home.”

Emily has pulled her hand away and is smiling at me with an unending amount of love. “Let’s get in line to board this place. You seem to be homesick, and so am I.”

********

“Vernon is such a sweet boy,” I smile as I send the email to him. “I’m so glad I could help him and become his friend in the process.”

“Did he get the girl?” Emily takes a sip of her Sprite.

“He did,” I giggle. “Oh my, I was a wingman. Sort of.”

“What was her hesitation to date a super cute boy?”

“The fact that he’s an up and coming idol, and so many people know who he is. She likes her privacy, which is totally understandable. However, he’s her best friend. She couldn’t deny the feelings forever.”

“How did you convince her?”

“I didn’t, Vernon did. I just gave him some helpful tips. Like, he’s still the dork that talked to her the first day of school, and being an idol shouldn’t keep them apart. Simple stuff, really.”

“I bet he wants to thank you personally,” Emily gently pinches my cheek. “I bet you want to talk to him in person.”

I feel my cheeks barely heat up, “Well, yeah, I’d love to talk to him. He’s in one of the first groups we looked up, and the one we stuck with. We were with them when they had more members than they do now. Before they even had any music out. From the very beginning.”

“That is true. They’ve been through a lot, too.”

“Enough about those cute Asian boys, though,” I close my laptop. “Taehyung got a role in a drama, and I’ve never been so happy or excited for him. Filming is done, but he said that his is just the beginning.”

“When the drama comes out, we will have to watch it together. All of us. Taehyung deserves it.”

“It doesn’t come out until December, so remember that. I’d love to have a weekly get together to support my babe.”

“Has he told you anything about it?”

“Not much,” I slip my laptop into my backpack. “Just that it is set a few hundred years in the past, and his character is just like him. Plus, a few pictures of him in costume. He looks to damn good with long hair.”

“Joonie hasn’t been up to much like your boyfriend,” Emily chuckles. “Just song writing. He says the new album, with an October projected release, is the best yet. They barely have half the songs written, and like nothing recorded.”

“Then we will be blown away if they have that much faith. The last few albums have been pretty good. I am looking forward to whatever they come up with.”

“How is Yoongi coming along with his mixtape? Is he going to drop it soon?”

I chuckle, “He’s almost done, I think. He’s a perfectionist, so it could still be a while. Besides, he really wants me to sing on it, and won’t drop it until I do.”

“You’ll do great. You’re singing has improved so much, and it sounds so lovely now. Yoongi wouldn’t ask you to do it if he didn’t think you were capable.”

I give her a slightly shove. “Thanks for that. I had so many Skype singing lessons, so I hope I would be kind of good.”

“I’m so glad you are more positive about yourself. I know it was hard to go from brining yourself down to picking yourself up, but I am so proud of you.”

“Thanks to Tae and Yoongi,” I slightly smile. “Really, all the boys. You got the ball rolling, though. You’ve always been so positive for me.”

“Anything for my best friend,” she ruffles my hair.

I yawn, sliding down in my seat. “Man, I need to take a nap. I am beat. A few hours before the plane, which is just enough time for a good sleep.”

“Nope, we still have to talk about what we are going to do at the meet and greet.”

I close my eyes and sigh, “Fine. Um, we have to dress so our faces are hidden, so the boys don’t know it is us right away. I also don’t want many of the other fans to know it is us and ruin the surprise. I’m out for all the world to see.”

“So we just stand in line like normal ARMY’s? Are we bringing gifts?”

“Eh, if we go shopping tomorrow, then yes. I don’t think it will matter. Won’t we be gift enough?” I smirk.

Emily chuckles, “I guess so. I’ve been meaning to ask how being public has been. Namjoon has made it clear that he has a girlfriend, but not that it’s me. My face, name, almost everything is still hidden.”

I slowly open my eyes, titling my head so I can look at my best friend. “Big Hit made sure most of my private life stayed as that. Private. But, I felt like ARMY deserved to know a little bit about me, so I let Tae post a few pictures of him and I on their Twitter. Then I just gave my Twitter out.”

“That’s why you have so many more followers. ARMY actually followed you. Are they nice?”

“Mostly, yeah,” I yawn, pushing myself to sit up in my seat. “I don’t look at comments and such too much. The boys get hate, and I must get some too. I’d rather not risk it.”

“I understand. Taehyung might see it.”

“He does,” I fix my glasses that threaten to fall down my nose. He told me about it recently. It’s not much, just jealous people. Tae said it doesn’t matter. He will always love me.” My eyes flutter close. “It hurts him, though. Knowing people don’t accept me for who I am. They don’t understand that he’s found his soulmate, and nothing, no amount of hateful words can tear us apart.”

“Not everyone was bound to be happy, but hate is never called for. You two will be able to push past it. It will never break you up.”

“I know. It just sucks to know people took time to hate on me, on him, on the others,” I sigh. “I really need to sleep before I burst into tears. I’m going to cry if we keep talking about this.”

“Sleep tight, Amber. I’ll wake you up before we land.”

********

“We made it,” I groan, my back still tense as we wait for our luggage. “My back is happy,” I sigh as I reach for the ceiling and feel my muscles begin to relax.

“I’m glad to be back in Korea,” Emily smiles as the luggage conveyor belt starts up. “I guess that means we should switch to Korean now.”

“It was fun being able to talk to each other at school and no one knew what we were talking about,” I fall into my Korean tongue with great east. “The looks on the first day when we did it. I’ll never forget.”

“They finally believed us,” Emily points to our suitcases coming our way. “But, I’m glad to leave them all in the States.”

“And in the past,” I smirk.

The two of us walk over and grab our one suitcase each before walking away from the conveyor belt. I’m the one who takes the lead to get us to the exit.

“I was thinking, when we travel with the boys now, since they are much more popular, airports will be full of people trying to see the boys. It will be crazy,” I run a hand through my hair.

“Sunglasses and face masks, that will be how we keep hidden. The boys will be very protective of us. They won’t let us go until we are on the plane.”

“Or they will never let us go. Tae likes to be touching me in some way. He’s very cuddly. I missed that the most. Next to kisses.”

“When you move in together, you’ll get all the cuddles, snuggles, kisses, anything you want, all the time.”

“I’m excited for it. Tae said our apartment is really cute. The place allows pets, which was a must. We will be such a happy family,” I force the smile to stay off my face, but the right corner of my mouth pulls up just slightly.

“The cutest family. Your dogs will be so loved,” Emily grabs my hand. “He has decorated the space, yes?”

“Yes, with the basics. Bed, TV, video game consoles, couch, and all that. All my stuff will fit into it easily. He wants to combine our stuffed animal collections.”

“It will be so big,” she chuckles. “That’s really cute, and shows that you share things now. It’s no longer one, it is both of you as one. If that makes sense.”

“It is us now,” I begin to scan the area for Nari as we are almost to the exit. “I like it,” I feel my necklace bounce around. “Do you see Nari?”

“Um,” Emily begins looking around with me. “Oh, I think I spot a sign with our names.” She releases my hand to point at the spot.

I look over to where Emily is pointing, and a flash of nostalgia washes over me.

Nari is standing with a simple piece of white paper that reads ‘Amber and Emily from America.’ Just like it was two years ago, and I know she did it on purpose.

Emily and I pick up our pace, reaching Nari in the next few seconds. All three of us can’t get the smiles off our faces.

“Oh girls, it is nice to see you,” Nari lowers the paper. “I have been counting down the days for months, and I am so glad you are here.”

“For life,” I nod. “We told our parents our plan, but how much they understood and truly believed is not clear.”

“But we are here to stay,” Emily takes over for me. “We can’t leave our boys again. It would be too much. Amber had such a bad few months when we first got back this time, and I never want to see that again.”

“I can’t do that again,” I mess with my glasses. “I just can’t. I am not leaving Taehyung ever again like that. We will be together for the rest of our lives.”

“That’s cute,” Nari pokes my nose. “Speaking of being together, Taehyung picked up the boxes you sent over. They are probably just sitting in your apartment, waiting for you.”

“That’s crazy. My apartment. I didn’t pay for it, but I can now. I don’t want Tae to worry about all the bills. That would be selfish of me.”

“You work at Big Hit now, so the two of you can handle it.”

“I’m sure. I also have money in the bank I’ve been saving for a while. We should be good for a long time.”

“You may have to dog sit, Nari,” Emily chuckles. “You know the cutest couple want some doggies.”

“Yes, I will do that,” Nari giggles. “Traveling will be crazy, and long days at the studio.”

“I can do it during the day,” Emily says. “I still have to find a job.”

“It will happen when it is meant to happen,” I bite my bottom lip. “Oh, Nari, how is Jin-oppa?”

“Jinnie is good,” Nari nods a few times. “He actually moved in with me. A few months ago now, and it ahs been wonderful. He still stays at the dorms when needed, but we communicate so we can see each other and all that good stuff. It has been nice. Having him around at night, and when I wake up. We cook as often as we can together. It is fun having him for a roommate, and he has paid rent, so that’s a plus. I would love him anyways, but helping with financial stuff is nice.”

“That’s awesome,” Emily shuffles around. “Now I’ll be your other roommate. That will be so much fun. I’ll try to stay out of your way.”

“Ah, you and Namjoon aren’t up to the living together level yet,” Nari pats Emily’s shoulder. “Both of you couldn’t move out at once anyways. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

I giggle, “I’ll come over as much as I can, or you can come over to my place. I love you, Nari. You made so much possible. Besides, I’m staying over tonight.”

“True, true,” Nari says. “Are you excited to ride the train in a few days?”

“Yes, I love the train. It is so much fun. Tae and I had a lot of fun last year when we took it to visit his family.”

“I’ve never ridden on a train before, so I am excited for it,” Emily answers. “I just want to see Namjoon.”

“Of course,” Nari bobs her head a few times. “It has been another nine months, almost ten this time around. They probably want to see you just as much. One more day.”

“Can we just get back to your apartment and eat something?” I yawn, my legs beginning to cramp. “My feet are hurting, and it has been such a long day.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Emily yawns, stretching out her back. “Plane rides are so draining. Going to have to get used to it, though.”

“Traveling will be a big part of our lives very soon,” I rub my eyes, fixing my glasses right after. “So let’s get some rest in now while we can still help it.”

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Holy crap! I am so excited to get this story started! For now, expect a chapter each Friday until I am finished with this Spring Semester, and then I will figure out what days a chapter will go up. Anyways, thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed, and I would love to know what you thought! Moodboards of the girls will be going up soon. :D

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Broken Bones & Salami Sandwiches

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SYNOPSIS: When your excitement to watch Yoongi accept BTS’ first Grammy award takes a clumsy, painful turn.

PAIRING: Yoongi x Y/N

GENRE: Fluff

WARNINGS: Language

WORD COUNT: 2543

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“And the Grammy goes to ...” the presenter takes an obnoxious pause, grinning at the camera like he's the funniest person in the world. You growl angrily, grabbing the closest item within reach which happens to be an open pack of salami and whipping it across the room. Your sister gawks, watching as the deli meat pops out of the packaging and flies through the air before falling like confetti.

“You are 100% cleaning that up. What a waste,” she grumbles, eying the slices scattered amongst your hardwood floors. You shush her urgently, waving your hand furiously in her direction. “Y/N, it's too early in the morning to be -”

“BTS! Congratulations!”

The screen shifts to a view of the group who are still sitting, shock and disbelief painting their faces. Hoseok is the first to hesitantly rise, grabbing Taehyung's arm to either pull him up or keep him grounded.

That's about as much as you see before hysteria completely possesses you.

You're on your feet, half sobbing, half screeching as you jump up and down. Through your tears and hops, you try to focus on the screen. The boys are on the stage now but they don't seem to be in any better condition than you with their red eyes and wet faces. The camera zooms in on Yoongi and you break again, resuming your hops.

At least you won't have to go to the gym tonight to work off the junk food.

“Stop screaming! Don't you want to listen to their acceptance speech? They're about to start talking!” your sister shouts at you from the couch. You pause, eyes glancing to the screen. Namjoon holds the microphone, eyes glistening with unshed tears. He opens his mouth to speak when the camera goes to a group shot. Yoongi stands next to Namjoon, the little golden gramophone in his hand.

You can't help it. You lose it again. You jump ecstatically across the room, only stopping for nanosecond cry breaks. Your boyfriend is a Grammy award winner. A two-time Grammy award winner, to be exact. BTS picked up the award for Best Pop Duo/Group Performance earlier in the show but just happened to nab the most prestigious award of the night – best album. It's something that you have heard Yoongi and the boys talk about countless times. Though they never dared to have any expectations, just wishful dreams.

“They did it! Oh my god, they did it!” you screech through your leaping. Your sister begins to nag about the possibility of the downstairs neighbors calling the police but you keep jumping. It feels like your body is too small to contain the amount of happiness that you currently have and the only way to release it is to keep jumping. It's a good plan until your heel lands on a stray piece of salami. You feel everything happen in slow motion. The meat slides across the floor, taking you along with it. Your torso falls backwards and in an awkward attempt to balance yourself, you plant your right leg behind you. Unfortunately, since your excited jumps were so high, you come down hard. Right on your leg.

Crack.

There's a fierce pain and the room is suddenly spinning. It feels like your body is too small to contain the amount of pain that you currently have and the only way to release it is to close your eyes. So you close your eyes.

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You open your eyes to the sound of your ring tone blaring somewhere in the room. You are definitely not at home anymore. You're in an unfamiliar bed, your lower half elevated with your right leg being suspended in the air by some kind of strap. There's a decent amount of pain but it's tolerable and you suspect whatever medication has been put into the IV drip inserted into your wrist is doing its job.

The sound of your phone stops. “Hello? Yoongi?”

Yoongi. BTS. The Grammy s. The jumping. The salami. It all comes back to you.

“Y/N couldn't come to the phone because she's currently recovering from her surgery,” your sister says dramatically. You can hear Yoongi's surprised “what!” from where you're laying. Your sister snickers. “No, I'm really not joking. She fell and broke her leg in four different places. They had to do emergency surgery on it. Hey, congrats on the awards, by the way.”

With as much energy as you can muster with all the medication pumped into you, you reach out your arm to your sister, fingers wiggling for the phone. She turns her body away from you and you have never wanted to strangle her as much as you do right now.

“We were watching the awards and she totally lost her fucking mind when you guys won album of the year. She threw a pack of salami and then started jumping around and eventually slipped on some of said salami. She passed out on the spot and I had to call an ambulance. They made me turn our phones off when I came into the surgery ward.”

I whine loudly, still reaching for the phone. Your sister laughs. “She just came to but she's super groggy from the anesthesia and pain medicine. I'll let the doctor see her first and have her call you back when she can. It must be super late there – do you just want to call her tomorrow?”

“Alright, alright. I'm sure she'll be calling soon. Give my congrats to the boys and your team! Have fun!” she says before throwing your phone back into her bag. You slump in defeat, your arm falling off of the bed. Your sister rolls her eyes. “He has to do a few quick interviews anyway. You can call him after I page the doctor.”

She presses the big red call button on the side of your bed. “Broke your leg in four different places by slipping on a slice of salami that you tossed all over the place. Way to go, champ.”

Only a few minutes go by before both the doctor and a nurse come in to check on your leg. Whilst he explains how bad your break was and the treatments that you'll have to endure during the healing process, the nurse sets you up with a can of ginger ale and a few graham crackers to help ease the grogginess. After he finishes his spiel and you finish your snack, you feel refreshed despite the throbbing pain in your leg.

“You've been with me all morning. Why don't you go out and get yourself some lunch or something?” you suggest politely to your sister, flashing her a blinding smile. She scoffs. After 25 years with you, she's able to see right through you.

“I got some snacks from the vending machine earlier. I'm fine.”

Your smile drops. “Well that can't be very healthy. What would Mom say? She'd be upset if you didn't eat a proper-”

“It was Mom's idea. She didn't want me to leave you during surgery. She's coming this way with dinner later so I don't want to fill up now.”

“Oh my god, just get out!” you screech, your patience snapping. Your sister smirks and drops your phone into your lap, heading towards the door. She turns back to say something before she leaves but you whip your arm back as if you're going to throw your phone and she laughs, closing the door behind her. Your fingers fumble to find Yoongi's name in your contacts. It only rings twice.

“Y/N ! What the hell! You fell while jumping?” Yoongi scolds as soon as he answers the phone. You exhale in satisfaction when you hear his voice. “Sometimes I think you forget how old you are.”

“Yoongi,” you interrupt, voice breaking. You sniffle as the tears begin to pool. “I'm so proud of you.”

He lets out a long sigh. “Jagiya, stop being cute when I'm trying to be stern with you. How are you? Are you in a lot of pain?”

“It does hurt quite a bit but I'm handling it okay. How are you? Is it overwhelming?

“A little,” he confesses. “I haven't had time to process it yet. We were taken off stage and immediately thrown into interviews and photo sessions. It doesn't seem real even though I'm staring at the awards right now.”

“I can't wait to touch them,” you say, eliciting a burst of laughter from your boyfriend. “You have to let me touch at least one of them before Big Hit takes them away for display. It's the least you can do for causing my injury.”

“Wait a minute. It's my fault that your leg is broken? How so?” he asks in mock outrage. You can't stop yourself from giggling like a teenager. Yoongi does that to you.

“I was jumping because I was so happy for you. If you had lost, I wouldn't have jumped and slipped on the salami. So in conclusion, this is all your fault.”

“Okay we can discuss the ridiculousness of your logic later. But first, I have some questions about how salami got involved.”

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“Can you grab me a sparkling water?” You call out to your sister as you lounge on the couch, foot propped up on about six different cushions. “And bring me a bag of chips as well!”

Your sister places the carbonated beverage on the coffee table in front of you but throws the bag of chips at your face. “You break your own leg and I'm being punished by waiting on you hand and foot. Life is unfair.”

“Stop being a drama queen,” you grumble. It's been three days since the accident. You only stayed at the hospital for two nights but the massive boot that they've installed engulfs your entire calf and completely limits your mobility. You've taken to sleeping on the couch because your bedroom is too far away from everything else in the apartment but your poor sister really has had to literally carry you through your day. “I only have to wear this boot for a week. They'll switch me to a slimmer one at the next appointment.”

“You're lucky that your Grammy award winning boyfriend is out of the country. I would totally make him do everything.”

“Two-Time Grammy award winning boyfriend,” you correct her. She glares at you, exhausted with hearing that phrase from you for what feels like the millionth time. You grin obnoxiously in response. She opens her mouth to argue when the chime of the doorbell rings out and she turns to press the camera view of the door.

“Is it Mom?” you ask, craning your neck from where you lay to see the screen. You can't make anything out though. “If it's Mom, I'm going to pretend I'm napping. Yesterday she spent nearly forty-five minutes badly explaining the plot of Descendants of the Sun to me even though I told her ten times that I've already watched it.”

Your sister snickers, her eyes on the screen. “Yeah, it's Mom. I've buzzed her in so you better hurry and get all bundled up.”

You take her advice, throwing the blanket over the length of your body and tucking it up under your chin. You shift so you're facing the cushion of the couch. You even out your breathing to look convincing, listening as the front door opens and closes.

The voice that fills the apartment definitely does not belong to your mother. “Where is she?”

Like always, your heart skips for a moment before it takes off into a gallop. Yoongi never fails to fluster you, no matter how long you've been dating or how often you see him. Your head pops up from the pillow and you scramble with your arms to push off the blanket. In the scuffle, you've somehow tangled yourself and the next thing you know, you're on the floor. You cry out in pain when your bad leg knocks against the coffee table.

Your sister laughs. “Oh, look at that. I suddenly have plans. She's all yours. Good luck.”

“I'm changing the pass code on you! Better find somewhere else to live!” you scream from the floor. Your sister is still cackling when she reaches out to pull the door close after her. “I'm keeping your clothes too!”

Yoongi hurries to the couch, gaping when he sees you sprawled on the floor. He rushes to you, lightly reaching under your arms and lifting you back onto the couch. He winces when his eyes fall on the giant boot. “Wow, you really broke it. Look at that thing. I bet it's uncomfortable.”

You ignore his concern and grab his face with both hands, grinning like a lovesick idiot. “You're really here. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?”

He softens under your touch, sigh turning into a gentle smile, pulling your hands from his cheeks but keeping them in his grip. “The point of a surprise is … you know .. a surprise. Surprise!”

You're giggling again. “Do you have to go back soon or can I keep you?”

He shakes his head. “We're all majorly jet-lagged so we have the afternoon off. I had them drop me here from the airport. I'm all yours for the next sixteen hours.”

“Well you're in luck,” you say, scooting back against the couch with your good leg. You pat the space next to you. “The only thing I'm really capable of right now is laying down so I will be your nap buddy. Come here.”

He frowns. “I didn't come here to sleep. I haven't seen you in weeks. I'm here to spend time with you before anniversary promotions begin.”

“Yoongi, you have bags the size of Australian spiders under your eyes. You've worked so hard and deserve a good sleep. Now get over here before you make me get up with my bum leg and drag you myself.”

He laughs in resignation, shimmying out of his sweater before plopping down. He stops himself before he's fully stretched out next to you.

“Wait,” he says, turning his body to face you. Leaning down, he surprises you when he pushes his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. Well … at least it started sweet. Most of the time, the two of you really struggle with keeping things PG and you wouldn't have it any other way. After a few minutes of making out, he pulls away breathlessly, giving you his best gummy smile. “Okay, got that out of my system.”

You giggle for the millionth time in the five minutes that he's been here, sighing in content when he relaxes his body against yours. His arm reaches around you and tugs you closer to him. Within seconds, you feel your eyes get heavy.

“Yoongi,” you mumble sleepily. He hums in response. “When we wake up, will you make me a sandwich? My sister is an awful cook and she's been starving me.”

His body shakes with laughter underneath you. “Yes, I'll make all the sandwiches you want. But I have some conditions.”

“Conditions?” you ask curiously, tipping your chin to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He grins down at you.

“No salami.”

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yoongiwillforgiveme · 6 years

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Just Give Me a Reason: Pt 1

Here’s the first part of a new Yoongi series I plan to work on for the rest of the year. It’s a slow burn and it’s all written from my oc’s pov. I hope you like it and stick around to find out how this story ends.

So yeah, get ready. We’re going Marty.

July 2014

L.A.

After spending the last 8 months on the road I was finally back home, the world tour to promote my last album broke all kind of records; it was a hit, #1 everything, professionally it was a good year.

At this point I was used to having my face plastered everywhere, to everyone knowing my name.

With becoming a huge star came the fame, the money, recognition and endless possibilities for my career. A very strong fan base that did nothing but shower me with love and support every single day, I’m aware I live a very blessed life, I don’t take it for granted.

But for all the good things I had to pay a price. To embrace the ugly side of stardom. The hate, the stalking, the public scrutiny, the lack of privacy.

“Y/N fiancé caught cheating on her with mysterious woman while she’s away on tour just a month after engagement announcement”

It’s like he wanted to get caught. You don’t just take your side piece to The Nice Guy and hope not to get photographed by the dozen paparazzi waiting outside. It was a matter of minutes until it was all over the internet.

I’ve been cheated on before, but this time it was done very publicly and very shamelessly.

Oh boy, ain’t it fun having to answer that phone call from your publicist asking if you want to release a statement on how your man couldn’t keep it in his pants and now you’re single. Yeah, good times.

And then I had to delete 34 pictures of us on Instagram that sure seemed like 1000 since now they were only a painful reminder of what no longer was. Of what it never was. More than one year of my life was a complete lie, he played me and I let it happen. I gave him my heart and turns out all he cared about was how much money he could get from being with me. It made sense that he didn’t care about being caught cheating after scoring 3 big deals with brands I got him in contact with.

Tired of being hurt I promised myself I would not even consider dating for a very long time, I learned my lesson, I’d be damned if I ever gave my heart to another guy ever again. I wasn’t even sure I had one anymore. Right now it felt broken beyond repair.

I woke up relatively early, I rolled on my back and stare at the ceiling going through the downfall of my last relationship once again for the 50th time this week.

I force myself to get up and get ready. One day at a time, that’s my new mantra, that’s how I’m surviving this hell.

Today I had plans to meet hip hop legend Warren G. He had been friends with my manager for several years so the label always made sure to get him VIP tickets for his daughter who was a huge fan whenever he requested them.

So last week, the day of the last concert here in L.A. I was talking to him backstage after taking pictures with him and his younger daughter and he told me about this asian boy band he was working with. Some sort of reality show for what I heard.

“There’s so many of them. All talented and very young, they seem genuinely excited to be here in L.A.”

He also mentioned he was shooting their music video and how he wanted them to get girls to be part of it. To give it a more hip hop feel, but he was a bit worried because on top of not being fluent in English they were very shy.

He then invited me to the shooting to check ‘em out “If the girls don’t show up at least you could help me out and invite some of your friends, we really need girls for this video”

He chuckled loudly and after I agreed to it we said our goodbyes and I continued to meet people backstage, putting on my best fake smile, I continued to pretend I wasn’t dying on the inside. The show must go on y/n.

After making a quick stop at Starbucks to get everyone coffee and other drinks my driver pulled up at the mansion where part of the shooting would take place.

I wanted to have a nice gesture with the boys and mostly their entourage since I didn’t know if they would find it rude that I was dropping by without their actual invitation, I didn’t even know if Warren had told them I was coming.

There were lots of people there, all part of their staff I assume. Cameramen recording everything, a couple women holding hand fans were standing next to the makeup station. Several men running around taking care of this and that, some of them glued to their phones talking in Japanese? I don’t know, but some of them looked at me funny, not knowing who I was, I wasn’t offended by it at all but it was intimidating. Luckily the guy at the door recognized me and was escorting me to where Warren was.

All the staff bowed politely as we were passing by and I noticed the women whispering and giggling to each other after I waved at them and said hello in a little voice that sounded nothing like me.

“Well look who’s here boys, do you know y/n y/l/n?” I heard Warren say as I was making my way outside to the pool area where several young boys and even more staff were.

A string of “oh”, “oh my god” and more astonished expressions in their language followed, some of them covered their blushing faces and excited grins. It was cute, it made me remember when I was coming up and was left strarstruck more than once meeting famous celebrities for the very first time.

“Hi everyone, I’m y/n. Sorry for crashing your shooting but this gentleman right there invited me over and I couldn’t say no.” I said bashfully still a bit shy about the situation.

“This is, oh my god, I can’t believe this. You are y/n, a very famous star and you came to watch us shoot our video. Thank you very much” The tallest kid with blonde hair said, and after quickly whispering something to the rest of the boys they all bowed at the same time.

“Dul, set. Annyeong Haseyo Bangtan Sonyeondan imnida!”

The same boy introduced himself as Rap Monster, later I found out his real name was Namjoon. He was the only one fluent in English as far as I could tell; I was also informed he was the leader of their group and a rapper.

The kid next to him looked very young, not older than 14, I barely heard his name because he spoke to me while looking at his feet the entire time. Jungkook, the youngest one, he was actually 17 and I was dumbfounded to find out they were all actually a lot older than what I thought they were. Their small frames, innocent eyes, baby faces and shy demeanor made them look way younger.

I tried memorizing their names and faces but it was proving to be a bit tricky to tell them apart for the first half hour.

So Jimin was the one the one with the flirty eyes wearing a snapback and the muscle shirt. V, real name Taehyung I could immediately tell apart from the others, he reminded me of my cousin with those innocent curious eyes.

Jin was the older one, serious, extremely polite, he was the one wearing a plaid red shirt and had reddish hair. Jungkook was the baby of the group and he looked like he wanted to run and hide everytime he saw me, very shy kid. He was the only one wearing a jacket wrapped around his waist.

Namjoon was the only one who spoke English, no brainer there. J-Hope, real name Hoseok had the bubbliest personality, he was the kind of person that makes everyone around them smile. A very special aura, I could tell he was born to be a star the minute I saw him.

Suga, real name Yoongi, was wearing a long sleeved shirt, the crispy white of the clothing made him stand out and I thought his stage name was cute, I could also tell him apart with ease from the start.

Their staff urged them to sing for me and it was amazing. I was blown away when I watched some of their performances on youtube while they were shooting a scene where Jimin seemed to want to punch Namjoon in the face after he stole his thunder and started getting closer to the video girl. It was hilarious to watch.

This group was no joke, their performances were crazy. They could sing and dance without missing a beat. Warren G wasn’t joking when he said I’d like to meet them, I’m a sucker for new talent and everyone knows that.

“Is this your first time in L.A.? How are you liking it so far?” I asked Suga who was standing a couple feet away from me with V and one of member of their staff.

“uhmmm… yes, first time in L.A., We love it.” I could tell they were very shy and self conscious about their English, I tried not to make too many complicated questions or talk too fast so they could understand what I was saying, the translator was there as well so the conversation flowed better than I hoped so. V was the more talkative one, teaching me some Korean words and asking for me to teach them some English phrases.

Suga was just standing there, nodding sometimes but not saying much, I could tell he was actively listening though. He was just more reserved I guess.

They only excused themselves when they were called for their shot. After talking to the other guys in between their takes I decided it was time to go, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.

“Keep working hard guys, I know with your talent you’ll go far. And consider me another one of your fans from now on. I hope I can catch one of your concerts when I visit Korea in the future”

Namjoon did most of the talking, thanking me for the kind words and for coming over to meet them.

“Noona you don’t have, but we’re having a concert here in L.A. next week if you want to come see us, we’d love to have you there right guys?” They all nodded enthusiastically and I told them I would definitely come to support them.

After I gave one of his managers my assistant’s number so he could send her all the information I said my goodbyes and left, unknowingly setting in motion a series of events that would change my life forever.

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btsxyou · 7 years

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Chardonnay [M]

Anonymous said: Perfect ! So~ for your first writing I could propose you this scenario : You work on bts staff and once you have dinner together in a restaurent (staff and bangtan ) you are sitting next to Yoongi and he begins to fingering under the table with everybody around you Hope it’s ok ;)

Warnings: SMUTTY, alcohol use, language

You let out a deep breath as you took your seat at the large dinner table. The staff and all of BTS were out celebrating their success on their latest album. Normally you wouldn’t feel so bad, you were used to being around them, for god’s sake you were even used to touching them. You were doing at least 3 of their hair every other day.

But, Yoongi had been making eyes at you recently. Which wouldn’t bother you, it wouldn’t be the first time a man ogled over you, normally you would ignore it. However, you couldn’t shake off the way he looked at you, his dark eyes resting on your face, turning his head to one side as if he was about to eat you alive. Under his glare your brain turned to mush and your stomach filled with that nervous mess of ferocious butterflies.

And, you wouldn’t understand it either, but through a hazy memory you flashback to the one night you were almost completely trashed, telling him that he should meet you in the bathroom and fuck the shit out of you. Why must you be the slutty kind of drunk? Why couldn’t you be the sad kind or the nice kind? You managed to survive the embarrassment of that night but could still feel his lips and his hot breath against your skin, twisting and ringing out your stomach, Every. Single. Time he looked you. Since then, he occasionally made eyes at you, or sneaked a touch, as if to thank you for doing his hair, but it was only really to bring back that feeling.

If Yoongi knows anything, within his quiet desolate being, it’s that his hold over you was unlike any other. Your drunk exchange wasn’t just you being drunk, it was the truth. You had thought about him many a time at night, laying in bed, or just doing his hair, wishing that you were doing more than just running your fingers through it to style it. You never noticed anyone, but you noticed him. Something about him you were drawn to more than any other human you’ve ever laid eyes on. What is it? He rarely spoke, especially to you, he looked like a devil clothed in an angels skin and you wanted to know everything. You wanted him to show you exactly everything he was hiding inside even if it meant destroying you completely.

Your gut dropped to the floor as Yoongi pulled the seat out beside you to sit down. You sat staring at the empty placemat in front of you, eyeing the empty wineglass that you wish was filled to the brim so you could actually handle yourself, blinking away the thought that alcohol would completely turn the night in the direction you don’t want. Your right cheek became hot, knowing that his eyes were boring a hold straight through you, reading all of your thoughts and searching for a way to get you to look at him.

You lifted your gaze, turning your head towards him, and giving him a half smile, not too nicely, but that perfect smirk that you know would eat at him the whole night. Because he wanted you, but he couldn’t have you.

The rest of the members and staff filed their way in to take their seats, the table soon came alive with conversation, lifting your stomach out of that rut that Yoongi threw it in with a simple look. Drinks and food began to be ordered, your empty wine glass finally full of some chardonnay, that magical mood changer. Now, you’ll either become a drunk mess, or you’ll be able to control your nerves and feelings.

“…and I’d like to thank Y/N for keeping my hair luscious.” You heard Hoseok say, raising a glass towards you with one hand, running his fingers through his hair with the other.

“Ah, you’re welcome!” You said with a smile, clinking your glasses together.

The group continued their conversations, you trying to ignore Yoongi completely, but not too obviously by talking the the other stylist who was sitting to your left. Your pleasant conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the food, each person taking their turn receiving their plates.

Starting on your second glass of wine, you felt the eyes on you again, making you scared to eat any more of your chicken due to the fear of dropping it all over your lap and making a mess. Once someone said Yoongi’s name and diverted his attention from you, you began to eat again.His hand brushed against your arm, causing you to almost choke on your food. You looked at him with eyes wide, as he motioned to the left side of the table.

“Salt, please.” The devilish smirk appeared on his lips.

You nodded and handed him the salt shaker, his fingers brushing up against yours, sending that spark that causes the shivers down your spine.

“Thank you.” He said quietly, his deep voice reaching your ear, and you find yourself wishing that he would never stop speaking.

After the meals were finished, everyone decided to stay for awhile longer and have some drinks. It’s not really a celebration without drinks right? You decided to just drink another glass of wine, it was only your third, you knew your cut off limit was 5. You had at least two more glasses until you were really in danger.

The table was a mix of conversation again. You were talking to the stylist to the left of you when you felt something touch your thigh. Your phone buzzed almost in the same second, both sensations causing you to jump. Nodding and listening to your fellow stylist, you checked the message.

Yoongi: I wish you would look at me. I love seeing how flustered you are lately.

You raised your eyes from your phone to his face, his eyes meeting yours before trailing down to his hand on your thigh. “Do you want to play a game?” He said quietly, his eyes on yours again.

“It’s already began, so I guess the real question is, how much do you want to finish it?”

You gave him a nod, how could you say no? You were already aching for him to touch you, his gaze has been burning your skin all week, you wanted his cool fingers to dull it. His hand reached further on the inside of your thigh, his skinny fingers sliding underneath your skirt. You stared at the placemat in front of you again, until Jimin’s voice broke your gaze.

“Ah, Y/N, don’t you think Jin’s dancing is great?”

“Yes I do!” You said, eyes widening as Yoongi’s finger tapped against your core through your underwear.

Jimin continued to talk about everyone’s improvements as Yoongi’s hand made its way in through the leg of your underwear. You were trying to listen to Jimin, but you caught yourself staring at the glass of chardonnay in front of you, condensation dripping down the curve of the glass. It reminded you of how wet his simple touches were making you. One of his fingers flicked against your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp from the unexpected sensation.

You just wanted him to touch you more, his silent eyes all week have been leading up to this very moment, out of all the things he could do with you, he wanted to finger you under a table in front of his friends and staff.

He moved two fingers up and down your folds before looking at you with a small smile. You caught his expression out of the corner of your eye, still trying to focus on the conversation the boys were having. Once your caught his eyes with yours, he looked to your glass of chardonnay, dripping wet, just like you were. You looked at him, biting your lip to get him to hurry and finish what he started before you started begging him to meet you in a bathroom again.

Reaching up and picking up the glass, you took a sip of your wine, making sure your eyes never left his, licking the rip of the glass a little before sitting it down. Since you picked up in on the game, Yoongi found it to be even more fun, sliding one finger inside you. You slid down in your seat a little, appearing to make you more comfortable, but the real reason was so that he could touch you better, and deeper.

Jin took his turn talking to you, asking you about your favorite songs and performances that they had done so far. Each time you tried to answer, Yoongi sped up his pace a little more, the sensations reaching across your body, causing the hairs on your arms to raise, that twisting feeling appearing in your stomach again. You found the game fun, exhilarating even, due to the fact that you were in a very public setting.

With each question asked, Yoongi created a rhythm inside you that normally would have you moaning. Every time you opened your mouth to speak, he made sure to pay extra attention to your clit, tapping against the sensitive nub at a pace that made you want to scream. You looked at him, through the pleasure of it all, begging for some type of release. Your toes digging into the floor below you, one hand resting on the table, careful not to shake, the other gripping the edge of your chair for dear life itself.

He slide two fingers now into your wetness, curling them forward, the pleasure almost sickening. You could feel your face burning, tears starting to well in your eyes. This time, when he made his way to your delicate nub, the twisting in your stomach reached its breaking point, causing you to gasp, eyes wide at the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. The fact that you had to hide it was even harder, and you were worried that you weren’t doing a good job of that, but at the same time you just didn’t care.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Hoseok asked you. Terrified, your eyes shot in his direction.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I just thought I was going to sneeze.” You said quickly, feeling Yoongi remove his hand from you.Your phone buzzed again, scaring you a little from all the sensations you previously had felt.

Yoongi: Your turn.

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