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I think I just wrote my first #BTS fic.
Wonder if I should let my husband read it. What the hell would he say? Lol.
🤣🤣🤣 Thank you for this!
When you forget to tell the interviewer you shot live aid on the first day
My submission for #Flufftober2023 ! (@flufftober)
On a beautiful and clear spring day the BTS members were filming for what you heard was going to be a collaboration resulting in two episodes of “Run BTS!” and one episode of “The Game Caterers,” hosted by Na Young-seok. The shoot location was a large house tucked away in the South Korean mountains, surrounded by bare trees and a single road that passes nearby.
Part one of the series of games inside the house had just wrapped and the members were in the backyard of the house. The setup was very inviting and cozy, with a table set up that had a portable stove for cooking the food items that were won in the previous game. Tracing the perimeter of the yard were several seating arrangements for the filming staff and the stars. A short distance from the table there was a wooden porch swing with a vine containing orange and yellow leaves wrapping around the frame and the chains supporting the swing that could easily be occupied by three people.
The cooking table was setup for them to cook kimchi bokkeumbap and everybody seemed eager to eat after a long morning of guessing photos of celebrities and sacrificing food items. At this point, SUGA had already started frying the rice with the kimchi and the other members were scattered around the yard.
You went to every episode shoot and were well aware of the schedule. You always stood behind the cameras admiring proudly during the shoot and the director allowed breaks at designated times when the cameras were not recording. That’s when you were able to interact with the guys.
The pleasant aroma of the kimchi fried rice was wafting over and you swear your stomach growling was audible by the staff around you.
The director called for a break in filming and you wandered toward the cooking table where SUGA had portioned seven bowls of rice, one for each member.
“Ah, Yoongi. Another culinary masterpiece,” you say as you pat his right shoulder.
SUGA chuckles and replies, “it’s just fried rice.”
“Yes! But it’s cooked by THE Chef Min Yoongi!”
He smiled and handed you a bowl.
“Give this to—”
“I know.”
You accept the bowl, grab a spoon from the tabletop and walk away. Behind the cooking station was the porch swing with Jin sat on it. He was sitting with his back to one side and legs stretched out in front of him. His head was leaning against the back chain and his eyes were closed.
“Hey, handsome. How are you feeling?”
He slowly opened his eyes and blinked multiple times to adjust to the sunlight.
“No. I am not handsome today,” Jin replied as he swung his legs down and planted his feet on the ground.
“I disagree. You’re handsome every day,” you say as you sit down to the right of him. “Even if you are hungover.”
Jin playfully bumped his shoulder into yours and looked down at your hands that were holding the bowl of rice on your lap.
“Did you come over to feed me?”
“You know I did.”
Jin straightened his posture and opened his mouth wide, signaling to you that he was ready to receive the spoonful of rice. You shake your head and scoop some rice for him. Jin is staring at the spoon with wide anticipatory eyes and you can’t help but giggle at the sight of him. You slowly raise the spoon to his mouth and he eats the rice.
“Mmmm, delicious! Try some.”
“Are you feeding me now?”
“Hey! I’m the one not feeling well here!” Jin whined.
“I’m just kidding. Here, I’ll feed myself,” you say and take a small spoonful of rice.
Jin is staring at you while you’re chewing, and you nod your head at him in agreement at how good the fried rice tastes. Jin leans his back into the swing and opens his mouth again.
“Do you want me to scrounge around the house for some alcohol?” you ask as you feed Jin another mouthful. He looked aghast.
“Why would I drink MORE? Are you crazy?”
“You never heard of the ‘hair of the dog’ remedy?”
“Why would I drink dog hair? There’s not even a dog on set!” Jin almost shouted incredulously. You burst out laughing and Jin smiles at you. He loves making you laugh with his angry pouting tone.
“Yoongi-ah! I need haejangguk!” he shouts back to SUGA. No response.
Jin huffs in disappointment and puts his arm around you and rests his head on yours.
“Actually, you might just be my cure for this hangover. Your laughing makes me happy.”
You nuzzle your head into his and smile. Naturally you push back with your legs and gently swing the swing back and forth. It swings back two times, then you lock your legs to stop it abruptly.
“Oh! Sorry. That probably doesn’t help, me making the swing go. Your head is probably already spinning.”
“Yes. You made me dizzy a long time ago.”
He shifts to bury his nose into the side of your head and kisses you. You pull away to turn your head to face him and stare into his eyes. He smiles slightly and you have this overwhelming urge to plant your lips onto his soft, plump lips.
“Let’s go again!” the director announces as you begin to tilt your chin up and lean into his face.
Reality sets in and you groan. Jin laughs and puts his hand to the back of your head and leans into your face so close that you can feel his breath.
“We need to continue this later,” he says and kisses the tip of your nose.
THE END
Here's the link for AO3 and my other stories are there also.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50689489