Let Me Take Care Of You

let me take care of you

Summary: Jimin is upset that you’re not taking care of yourself and snaps at you when you don’t listen to him.

Jimin x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.3k

Worried eyes followed your figure as J-Hope went over the IDOL dance with you. Your feet felt as heavy as bricks and your lungs were on fire, but you kept going in fear that you would hold the group back.

About one year ago, you and Jimin met in the elevator one morning at Big Hit and it was love at first sight. He was even more beautiful up close, if that was even possible. He could say the same about you; He truly believed he had seen an angel the day he met you. You found yourself looking forward to those daily 30 second elevator trips, and soon enough, you guys started meeting outside of the elevator, like walking to practice rooms together or going to a nearby cafe. Armys were very supportive of your relationship when it was revealed to the public, and as an exceptional trainee, you often filled in for the members of BTS when needed.

The company had asked you to fill in for Jin who was extremely sick and unable to perform on Sunday. It was currently Thursday and you were feeling the pressure of perfecting four performances in three days. Jimin had already tried to get you to take a break, but you simply took a sip of water and went back to practicing. As tired as you were, you were set on perfecting the performances and no one could stop you.

Because of this, Jimin was becoming frustrated.

He knew you were a hard worker, and he was starting to see how others felt when he pushed himself too hard, but he was upset because you were completely brushing him off. He understood that you just wanted to do well, but you weren’t even listening to what he was saying. He knew you guys couldn’t agree on everything, but usually you would at least listen to each other.

Practice was finally over, and as everyone started to gather their things, you stood in front of the mirrors breathing heavily. You nearly fell to the floor, your body absolutely exhausted. But you weren’t satisfied.

You took a minute to catch your breath. “One more time,” you said, walking up to the laptop. As you started the music once again, Jimin was fuming. He stomped over to the laptop and slammed it shut before you could start.

Too tired to argue, you simply glared at Jimin. He stared back at you just as intensely, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not practicing anymore, you need to rest,” he said, towering over you. You started, “I’m fine Jim-“ but he quickly interrupted you, “You’re clearly not. Look at yourself, you look like you’re about to faint.”

You felt frustrated because you couldn’t perfect the dances, and you were so close to exploding on Jimin, but you just sighed deeply, “Jimin, I’m telling you I feel fine. I just want to go over it a few more times.” The rest of the members quickly make their way to the door, wanting to give you guys some privacy. But the volume of Jimin’s voice made them freeze as he yelled,

“Can you stop being so stubborn?!” Everyone was shocked, eyes wide since Jimin rarely ever raised his voice,

“You think we like taking care of you?! You’re a burden to all of us!”

His words hit you like a bucket of cold water. You always tried your hardest for others, and you didn’t realize you were dragging them down. Your heart sank at the realization.

He saw the hurt flash in your eyes, but his anger took over.

“You’re an adult. Start acting like one,” he said before he stormed past you and out of the room. You stared at the now empty spot that Jimin once stood in, tightly gripping the sleeves of your sweater.

The other members looked at you, eyes filled with concern and pity; Jimin was one of the scariest when angry. Taehyung and Jungkook move to comfort you as Suga says, “You know he didn’t mean it. He’s just been stressed.” You quickly nod and force a smile, “Yeah I know,” and you curse yourself as your voice cracks.

As Taehyung reaches out for you, you quickly move back and say, “I need to go over the dance a bit more. You guys should go rest.” They want to tell you that you’re not a burden to them, but Namjoon understands that you want to be alone and quickly ushers them out of the room before he turns back to you, “Don’t push yourself too hard okay?”

You nod as you stare at the floor, biting your lip hard trying to hold back your tears. As the door closes, your heart sinks, thinking about all the times the boys checked on you to make sure you were eating and sleeping properly. Realizing how annoying that must’ve been, you take a few deep breaths and run a hand through your hair as you push down the tears that were building up inside of you.

You make your way over to the laptop and start the music once again, trying to distract yourself from Jimin’s harsh words. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t focus on the dance and mess up the steps as his words keep repeating in your head. You collapse on the floor and stare at the ceiling, wishing you were better for them; for him.

Jimin remains silent on the way home. The rest of the members decide it’s best to give him some space for now.

As soon as he enters the apartment, Jimin immediately heads to your shared room, sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. Frustrated with everything, he sighs deeply, roughly brushing his hair out of his face. After taking a minute to calm down, he decides to take a shower to help clear his mind.

Once Jimin’s in the shower, he realizes the harshness of his words. He knows that being a burden is one of your biggest insecurities and he feels guilty for using it against you, but he just wanted you to care for yourself like he did; he wanted you to let him help you.

As you enter the apartment about an hour later, you find Suga in the kitchen making dinner, the rest of them in the living room or the dining room. Namjoon notices you and welcomes you back with a smile, “Go take a shower,” he says, “Dinner should be ready by the time you’re done.” You simply nod and quickly make your way to the bathroom.

You pass Jimin as you enter the bathroom, staring at the floor as he brushes past you.

The hot water helps you relax, releasing all the tension in your muscles. But you still feel a heavy weight on your shoulders, now knowing how the members truly felt about you. With a sigh, you turn the water off and make your way out of the shower.

You feel relieved when you enter your shared room and find that Jimin’s still in the living room. You put your pyjamas on and grab your paper with all of Jin’s lyrics.

Along with the three other performances, you were also performing The Truth Untold, and you haven’t had a chance to go over Jin’s parts. You were hoping that Jungkook and Taehyung could help you after dance practice.

As you entered the dining room, they were just about to finish setting the table. You take your usual seat and everyone starts eating. You take occasional bites, focusing more on learning the lyrics than eating.

You fail to notice Jimin’s eyes practically glaring holes into your paper, wanting nothing more than burn it so you could relax and simply enjoy your dinner.

Suddenly the paper is snatched out of your hands, and you look up to see Namjoon holding the paper out of your reach. “No reading at the table. Eat,” he says. You simply frown, knowing better than to argue with dad the leader, and you playfully stick your tongue out at him.

You remain mostly silent throughout dinner, speaking only when spoken to and laughing once in a while as to not raise any concerns.

Meanwhile, Jimin watches you carefully from across the table, making sure that you’re eating properly.

Once everyone has finished, you offer to clean up since they cooked and set up the table. By the time you’re done, everyone has already retreated to their rooms.

You grab your paper off the counter and make your way to Jungkook’s room where you can hear him and Taehyung yelling while playing video games. You’re about to knock on the door to ask them for help, but you hesitate.

Jimin’s words repeat in your head once again,“you’re a burden to all of us!” Your hand drops back down to your side and you decide against asking for their help, not wanting to bother them anymore.

You go back to the table with your laptop, and listen to their previous performances to learn Jin’s parts.

A couple hours later, the exhaustion of dance practice starts to catch up to you. You think about going to the bedroom, but you know Jimin probably doesn’t want to see you right now. You opt for sleeping at the dining table, too tired to move elsewhere. You know that your neck’s gonna hurt like a bitch the next morning but you don’t really care.

Meanwhile Jimin is laying in your shared bed staring at the ceiling. The bed feels cold without you there, and he replays the conversation from earlier in his head. Out of everyone, he should understand what it feels like to be under such immense pressure. But you should also understand. He would need both of his hands and feet to count how many times you had to practically drag him out of the studio because he was overworking himself and you cared for his well-being, why couldn’t you understand that he was trying to do the same for you?

The next morning, Suga enters the kitchen with a yawn, brows furrowing when he notices your form at the table.

As he gently shakes you awake, you groan and turn your head the other way thinking that if you ignore him, he’ll go away. He shakes his head and scolds you for falling asleep at the table, “C’mon get up.” You groan again, swatting his hands away, “Okay I’m up, I’m up.”

You continue to lay your head on the table, watching Suga’s back as he starts to prepare breakfast before deciding to get up and help him cook and set the table.

After breakfast, everyone gets ready to go to the studio and practice the performances. Since yesterday was dedicated to just teaching you the movements, today was for the whole performance, including the formations and singing while dancing.

To say that you were struggling would be an understatement. You still hadn’t perfected any of the dances, and you couldn’t remember the lyrics while trying to execute the dance.

By the end of practice, you were sitting on the floor trying to catch your breath. Not only was your body exhausted, running on 3 hours of sleep, but your mind was burnt out as well.

But you didn’t have time to rest. You, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin had to practice The Truth Untold.

While rehearsing the song, you wracked your brain to remember the lyrics and melody of the song. Afraid of messing up, you hesitated, which caused you to be off beat. The vocal coach stopped the music and you got extremely flustered and apologized while staring at the ground, too embarrassed to meet their eyes.

The three boys looked to each other, concerned for you. Jungkook placed his hand on your shoulder and said, “Hey, it’s okay. Do you need another day to go over the song?” You nodded while staring at the floor ashamed. Taehyung ruffled your hair, “Don’t worry about it okay? Take your time.” He knew you didn’t have time, but panicking would only make it worse. If anyone could learn four performances in three days and execute it perfectly, it was you; and he knew that quite well. He also knew that the only thing holding you back was yourself, you just lacked the confidence.

Jimin clenched and unclenched his hands. He wanted to comfort you so badly, wrap you in his arms and tell you that you were doing a great job and help you calm down, but his pride stopped him from reaching out for you.

Laying on the couch back at the apartment, you felt like shit. You just couldn’t seem to get anything right today, and you wanted to cry so badly but you were just so exhausted and anxious.

It was a common occurrence for you to have trouble sleeping before performances, but usually Jimin was there to hold you and comfort you.

You missed him. A lot.

But you were afraid to go back to him. You guys could never stay angry at each other for long, but he hasn’t said a word to you. What if he didn’t want to be with you anymore because he was tired of taking care of you?

Your mind was filled with destructive thoughts and insecurities, by the time you fell asleep it was 4am, and you guys were leaving at 6am.

You woke up at sunrise and just stared out the window, allowing yourself to relax for once. The moment doesn’t last long though, soon everyone is making their way out of their rooms.

You all get into the car, heading to the stage rehearsal. The whole ride there, you stare out the window. Your mind running wild with all the things that could go wrong.

Eventually you let your head thunk against the window, allowing yourself another hour of rest before the long rehearsal.

Once you arrived at the venue, rehearsal started right away. Although you managed to remember everything, your performance was far from perfect. You simply did all the proper movements and sang all the correct lyrics, but you weren’t truly performing. You knew that wasn’t good enough for the boys or for you, and you wanted to do your best for them and for Jin.

You were so anxious for tomorrow’s performance, insecurities and worries filling your head. You all went backstage to rest, but the pressure was really getting to you. You quickly excused yourself and hid among all the equipment below the stage.

Crouched down, you bit your lip to contain your sobs as silent tears rolled down your face. You wrapped your arms around yourself, wishing that it was Jimin’s arms comforting you.

When you rushed out of the room, you failed to notice the concerned eyes following your form. Jimin wanted to follow you but he knew that he would only make it worse. He sat there feeling conflicted.

As Jimin’s best friend and your close friend, Taehyung took it upon himself to go search for you.

When you heard footsteps growing near, you tried to quiet down your sniffles. But when you heard them stop behind you, you knew they found you.

Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls you back up to your feet. He then turns you around to face him and pulls you into his embrace. No words are needed as you crumble in his arms and find yourself unable to contain your sobs anymore as Taehyung comfortingly rubs your back. “I-I can’t do it Tae. I don’t know the dance,” you cry.

It hurts Taehyung to see you like this. You’re one of the strongest people he knows, and you definitely don’t cry easily. He also knows that you know the dance, you just don’t believe in yourself. To see you breaking down and trying to hide away from everyone makes his heart shatter.

When your cries die down, you wipe your eyes and stare at the ground. “Please don’t tell them. I don’t want to worry them,” you beg, but a voice comes from behind Taehyung. “Too late,” Namjoon says. You peak around Taehyung’s frame to see the rest of the members staring at you with nothing but concern in their eyes. You meet Jimin’s eyes for a second, but you shrink under his gaze, afraid of what he’ll think of you after seeing you like this.

Taehyung releases you so you can go over the rest of them, but your knees buckle beneath you, your body still exhausted. Before you can hit the ground, Jungkook catches you and lifts you up. You wrap your arms and legs around him like a koala as he starts to carry you back to the resting room, the rest of the members trailing behind.

Behind you, Suga takes in your tired features, “When’s the last time you slept?” You’re about to tell him you slept on the ride here but he speaks again, “I mean actually got a good night’s sleep.” You grip onto Jungkook tighter and mumble “2 days ago,” into his shoulder.

Hearing this, Jimin can’t help but curse himself and his stupid pride. He could’ve prevented all your pain if he stopped being stubborn and talked to you sooner.

Afraid to meet their eyes, you close your own, letting sleep take over as you lay your head on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook takes a seat on the couch, holding you close.

Jimin lays down on the same couch and calls Jungkook’s name as he motions for him to bring you over. Jungkook brings your sleeping form over to Jimin and he lays you on his chest.

Unconsciously, you wrap your arms around Jimin, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He smiles down at you, lovingly stroking your hair.

The rest of the members smile at the two of you, happy that you’re back in his arms. They make small conversation about tomorrow’s performance while allowing you to get some well deserved rest.

About an hour later, Jimin gently shakes you awake. “Wake up sleeping beauty,” he says sweetly. You stir and rub the sleep out of your eyes, surprised to see Jimin smiling down at you.

“Let’s get you something to eat, okay?” He says with a gentle smile. You nod as you sit up. The rest of the members return holding several bowls of instant noodles, and you smile at the sight before remembering all the work you still have to do.

Jimin frowns when you stand up and say, “Actually, I’m not really hungry. And I need to go practice so-“ you stop when a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you’re brought back into Jimin’s lap. He mumbles into your hair, “Please eat. I promise I’ll help you practice after.” Hearing the desperation in his voice, you can’t help but nod at his request.

Namjoon adds in, “You need to rest more. Your brain won’t be able to remember everything if you never give it a break-“

“And your brain needs instant noodles!” Jungkook interrupts with a mouthful of noodles.

You can’t help but laugh at him, which causes Jimin to hug you tighter and place a kiss on your neck. “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you angel. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just so worried about you,” he says while hiding his face in your hair.

You turn around and gently hold his face, “It’s okay,” you say while you smile apologetically, “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

He hums while rubbing your noses together before whispering, “Let me take care of you.”

He places a short and sweet kiss on your lips before you whisper back,

“Okay.”

 there are no mistakes | part 2

Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: fluff + angst

WC: 11.1k

Author’s note: i wasn’t planning on writing a part 2 but @rjsmochii this is for u and anyone else who wanted a part 2!! <3

part 1

When your sweet tooth was finally satisfied, you two get up from your seats, walking over to the counter to pay. Namjoon takes his card out to give to the cashier but you quickly stop him. “You don’t have to,” you say as you rummage through your bag for your wallet. He places his hand on your arm, halting your movements, “I want to,” he tells you with a reassuring smile. He hands the cashier his card, and you pout as you watch them scan his card. He chuckles at your expression, patting your head, “I’m the one who invited you here, stop frowning.”

You turn your head away with a huff. “I’m not frowning,” you mumble, crossing your arms in defiance, but it just makes you look like a stubborn child. He jokingly rolls his eyes at you, grabbing ahold of your hand as you exit the cafe. Your anger quickly fades as it’s replaced by shyness. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he finds it cute how your cheeks turn pink every time he does something as simple as holding your hand or hugging you.

“Where are we going now?” you ask curiously as he pulls you along. “The National Museum of Korea. It has an amazing art exhibit you must see,” he says with a smile. You weren’t much of an art enthusiast, but seeing the excited smile on Namjoon’s face was enough for you to want to check it out. He guides you through the museum as he was already familiar with the place, having visited many times before. He shows you all of his favourite pieces, explaining what each one meant to him, and you find yourself falling for him even more. You already knew he was a beautiful person, inside and out, but his passion for art proved it to you once more.

You take pictures of him with a painting of sunset for him to post later on Twitter for ARMY. “Do you want me to take a picture of you too?” he offers. You nod, taking his spot next to the artwork as you swap positions. Snapping a picture of you next to the beautiful painting, Namjoon shows you the picture with a grin, “I’m not sure which one is the piece of art.” You blush and smack him on the shoulder, hurriedly walking to the next exhibit while you try to calm down your burning face. He laughs at how easy it is to make you flustered as he follows you into the next room. 

After walking through the museum, marvelling at the art and enjoying each other’s company, he takes you to your next destination. “What’s next?” you ask as look up at Namjoon. “We just spent a lot of time indoors looking at paintings, so I thought it’d be nice to get some fresh air and go to the beach?” he says, unsure if that was something you wanted to do. Your face lights up as you grab his hand and pull him along excitedly. “Hurry up! What are we waiting for?” you say, eager to go to the beach. 

He laughs at your childish nature, relieved that you seemed more than pleased with his idea. He resists as you pull him along, and you turn back at him in confusion. “The beach is the other way,” he says with a chuckle, pointing behind him. “Oh, my bad,” you say with an embarrassed laugh. “Let’s go,” he says with a smile.

Namjoon planned the day out perfectly, and by the time you reach the beach, the sun was starting to set. As the beach comes into view, you can hear the sound of crashing waves, and you can smell the salty ocean water. The sky was painted a gradient of many different colours, and the sunset reflected off the water’s surface. “Wow,” you breathe out. The sunset painting in the museum was amazing, but this sunset was the most incredible thing you’ve ever seen. Your eyes shine brightly as you stare out at the ocean, your mouth wide in awe as you take in the view. Namjoon had to admit, the view was indeed gorgeous, but it couldn’t compare to your beauty. 

“It’s so beautiful!” you say, turning to him. Words weren’t enough to express how beautiful it was, but one look into his eyes and you knew he understood you. He nods in agreement. “It is,” he says, “But not as beautiful as you.” He could see the pink dusting your cheeks as you turn back to the ocean. You pull your phone out, taking several pictures of the view. A picture wasn’t enough to capture the beauty of the occasion, but you wanted to remember this moment forever. “Stay there,” you tell him as you take a few steps back. You take a picture of the view with Namjoon in the shot. He poses for the picture, forming a big heart over his head. You laugh at the cute poses he strikes. 

Approaching him to show him the pictures, he smiles. “Let me take some of you too,” he insists, already getting in position to take your picture. You weren’t a model like Namjoon, but he couldn’t help but smile as he took your photos. Something about the simplicity of your poses only exaggerated your beauty, complimenting the beautiful sunset in the background.

He flips the camera on your phone to the front camera, moving next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He takes a few selfies, both of you smiling happily like you didn’t have a care in the world. He turns to face you, placing a quick peck on your cheek. Your eyes grow wide as he snaps the picture, capturing the moment perfectly. Looking at the picture, he chuckles at the shocked expression on your face. “I think this one is my favourite,” he says, teasing you as you try to hide your flustered face. “N-Not fair!” you complain, but you end up setting the picture as your phone’s lock screen.

To end the day off, Namjoon planned to take you to one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. Nearly everything you two have done was something that just friends could do. He wanted to make sure you understood that he liked you more than just a friend, and he thought a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant would do the job.

Walking into the restaurant, he notices that you look a little uneasy. Do you not like the restaurant? Do you not feel the same way about him? Although he looks calm and put together on the outside, he starts panicking internally, hoping he didn’t fuck everything up. “Is something wrong?” he asks, both out of concern for you and his own anxiousness. “Oh, yeah,” you nod, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve just never been to a restaurant as fancy as this before,” you say with a laugh to cover up your uneasiness, but he can tell that it’s forced.

He places his hand on your lower back as he guides you to your reserved table, trying to provide you with a sense of comfort. “You have nothing to worry about,” he tells you with a smile, “Just enjoy yourself.” You nod, your lips curling into a small smile as Namjoon’s presence comforts you.

Sitting at the table with your menu in hand, you take a moment to look around the restaurant. Everyone else in the restaurant looked rich and expensive, dressed in formal attire with a noble air surrounding them. As you look back at yourself, you feel out of place. You bury your face in the menu, trying to ignore all the stares you can feel on the back of your head. You couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under everyone’s stares, hyperaware of everything you do. 

Glancing up from his menu, Namjoon can read you like an open book. It wasn’t your fault, but so far, this dinner wasn’t going as he planned. He could tell you were uncomfortable, and honestly, he wasn’t having the time of his life either.  As he stares at you from across the table, he notices all the little things you do when you’re nervous. Your eyes were quickly flitting from your menu to other tables, and you were unconsciously chewing on your bottom lip. He places his menu on the table with a sigh, leaning forward as he places his elbows on the table. Lacing his fingers together, he rests his chin on his hands as he eyes you with a serious but concerned stare. “Do you want to leave?” he asks gently.

You look up at him with wide eyes. “No!” you blurt out almost a bit too loudly. You quickly shrink in your seat, anxiously looking around. When no one seems to notice or care about your outburst, you turn back to Namjoon, a bit more relaxed now. “Sorry, I know there’s nothing for me to worry about,” you apologize for your odd behaviour, but he shakes his head at you. “You don’t have to apologize, I shouldn’t have brought you here without asking first. Should we go somewhere else?” he asks, hoping you would say yes so you guys could get out of there.

“No, no, it’s okay, really,” you tell him with a forced smile. “If you’re uncomfortable then I don’t want to force you to stay,” he says with a frown when you lie to him. “I’m okay,” you insist, “You took the time to make a reservation and everything, I don’t want you to throw it away just because I’m uncomfortable.” His frown only deepens when you downplay your emotions. Even he was uncomfortable, and he was used to restaurants such as these. He could only imagine how uneasy you would feel. 

“Are you sure?” he asks as he stares at you with nothing but concern in his eyes. Your comfort and happiness were his priority and he hoped you trusted him enough to tell him how you honestly felt. When he sees your hesitance to say yes, he continues. “Because honestly, I’d rather have tteokbokki or ramen for dinner. This place is so fancy I don’t even know what half the things on the menu are,” he tells you, and he feels relieved as you laugh at his complaints, a little more relaxed than before.

Placing his hand on top of yours on the table, his dimples appear as he smiles at you warmly. “So let’s get out of here, I can’t stand having to sit up so straight or laugh politely anymore.” You nod eagerly as you stand from your seat, heading back towards the entrance. Feeling everyone’s eyes on you as you stand, you reach for Namjoon’s hand. He gives your hand a comforting squeeze, leading you towards the entrance. He has a quick chat with the waitress before pushing the door open and pulling you out of the restaurant. 

You let out a sigh of relief once you were out of that stuffy restaurant, laughing when he does the same. Even though it was late, the streets were still busy. You swing your intertwined hands as you walk, a content smile on your face as you enjoy the cool evening breeze. He takes his phone out of his pocket with his free hand, dialing Jin’s number. “Hello?” Jin answers. “Hey Hyung, have you guys eaten yet?” Namjoon asks. “Not yet. Yoongi and I were just about to start cooking,” Jin replies, confusion lacing his voice as Namjoon was supposed to be on a date with you. He was about to ask what happened when Namjoon’s voice cuts through the speakers of his phone. “Can you cook for two more? Y/n and I are coming back for dinner.” Jin chuckles, knowing it wasn’t necessary to answer the question. They always cooked extra anyway.

“What happened to that fancy restaurant you reserved? I thought it was the best one around.”Namjoon rubs the back of his neck even though Jin can’t see him, “Yeah that didn’t work out. It was too fancy and just uncomfortable.” Jin holds the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, already starting to prepare dinner. “Yah!” he yells to someone in the background, “Set the table for 2 more people!” he yells before addressing Namjoon. “You better watch out Namjoon, maybe we’ll woo y/n over with our cooking,” he jokes. Namjoon playfully rolls his eyes, “Yeah right Hyung-” he suddenly rips the phone away from his ear. You could hear shouts coming from the phone even though it wasn’t even in speaker mode.

“Is y/n coming?” you hear your name being mentioned, but you’re not sure what the context of the situation was. You raise a questioning eyebrow at Namjoon, but he just smiles before bringing the phone back to his ear, saying a quick thanks and goodbye before hanging up the phone. “I was just letting them know we’ll be joining them for dinner.” You nod and open your mouth as you were about to say something when something catches your eye.

Walking through the city, there were many food stands still open and selling food. “Didn’t you say you wanted tteobokki? Let’s bring some back for everyone!” you suggest as you point to the stand. “Look! There are dumplings too! Tae was telling me how much he likes dumplings when we had dinner yesterday, let’s get some for him too,” you say, already heading towards the stands. Namjoon trails behind you, watching as you order for everyone. His heart is warmed as you pick out many different foods, excited to surprise everyone with their favourites.

He’s about to hand his card to the vendor but you swat his hand away, frowning at him as you give your card instead. “You already paid at the cafe and you’re inviting me over for dinner. I’m paying for this,” you insist, leaving no room for argument. He sighs at your stubborn nature but raises his hands in defeat, putting his card away. The vendor hands the bags of newly purchased street food over to you, but Namjoon takes the bags for you. Feeling useless, you whine out his name, “Namjoon.” He couldn’t resist your puppy dog eyes or the adorable pout of your lips. “Fine, fine,” he laughs breathily, handing over two bags for you to carry. You jump happily, taking the bags from him as you happily skip along. He laughs at how you bounce along despite the added weight of the bags. He admires your determination to help whenever you can, and he can’t help but fall for you even more as you turn around and smile at him, jokingly scolding him for being so slow.

Arriving at their dorm, Namjoon unlocks the door, kicking his shoes off as he steps inside. You follow him in, gently shutting the door behind you. Moments after you take your shoes off, you hear heavy footsteps rapidly approaching you. “Y/n!” Jimin yells happily, and you look up to find the three maknaes racing down the hall. They remind you of little puppies running to welcome their owner home. You barely have enough time to place the bags of food down before they engulf you in a hug. You hug them back as the rest of the boys come out from the living room to say hi.

“We missed you!” Jimin tells you. “Yeah! Namjoon Hyung keeps hogging you,” Jungkook says with a pout. “I missed you guys too!” you say, but they don’t miss the subtle flush of your face at Jungkook’s comment. “What’s this?” Yoongi asks as he picks up the bags to bring them inside. “Dumplings!” Taehyung exclaims as he peers into the bag. “We were passing by some food stands and y/n wanted to buy some for you guys,” he explains with a smile.

Hoseok makes a noise of excitement as he claps happily. “You’re the best y/n!” he tells you. You just laugh, happy that you could do something for them, “It’s no problem!” You bring all the food to the table, which was already set and full of food that Jin and Yoongi cooked together. Taking a seat between Namjoon and Jungkook, you clasp your hands in front of you as look at all the food. “Wow! It looks so delicious!” you compliment them. Yoongi gets flustered by your praise, while Jin just gives you a thumbs up. “Let’s eat!” Jungkook says, excitedly digging in.

Sitting around the table with them, laughing and enjoying the food; it felt like family. But a voice in your head was screaming at you to stop, to not get attached because you were going to have to leave them in less than two days. And in the back of your mind, just barely a whisper, another voice was telling you that even if you didn’t have to leave, they would leave you eventually.

They were global superstars, loved by many around the world. You were ordinary, average. You were always afraid to let people in, as they could walk out of your life whenever they wanted. You were afraid of becoming dependant on others, only to have them disappoint you later on. A sick feeling settles in your stomach, but you push it aside. Just this once, you let them in, because even if it would make your departure more painful, this was the happiest you’ve ever been.

From his seat beside you, Namjoon studies you closely as you suddenly fall quiet, pushing your food around your plate. Your expression was neutral, but there was a small downturn to the corners of your mouth, and your eyes looked troubled, full of fear, worry and pain. His eyebrows furrowed in concern, about to ask you what was wrong when you suddenly sit up, a bright smile suddenly replacing the depressed look that was on your face moments ago. Your sudden movement causes Namjoon to flinch in his seat, blinking at you in confusion.

One moment, you looked like you were about to break down into tears, the next, you looked like you were having the time of your life. He feels relieved as you seem to be back to normal, but he can’t shake the feeling that something was bothering you. He keeps a careful eye on you throughout the rest of dinner, and although you seem happy, there are brief moments where your face falls and you suddenly space out with a faraway look in your eyes.

After you space out for probably the fifth time in less than an hour, Namjoon places a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asks, eyes full of concern when you turn to meet his. “Yeah,” you answer shortly, not going out of your way to assure him like you usually would. “Are you sure?” he pushes, not satisfied with your answer. “Yeah, I just,” you pause, unsure if you should tell him. You were upset in the first place because you let yourself grow attached to them, to him, and you didn’t want to let him in even more.

But one glance at his worried face made your resolve crumble within seconds. “I’m just really going to miss you guys,” you confess, your voice watery as you stop yourself from getting emotional. He frowns, hearing the wavering of your voice. After making you cry at the fan sign, he told himself that he never wanted to see you upset ever again. An idea pops up in his head as his face lights up. “Tomorrow’s your last day, right? Do you have any plans?” he asks. You shake your head, curious as to why he was asking.

“Then how about we all go out tomorrow?” he suggests, looking to the rest of the boys for their input. Everyone nods, immediately jumping up to make suggestions on where to go and what to do. As they argue and throw ideas around, Namjoon takes your hand in his, rubbing comforting circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. “I know goodbyes are always hard, but you shouldn’t let that ruin your remaining time here. We should enjoy every day like it’s our last, and when you know it really is your last, that should be even more of a reason to enjoy it to the fullest.”

You take a moment to fully absorb and register his words, before smiling at him brightly. He was right. You should make the most of it while it lasted, and now you were determined to do just that. “Thank you,” you say with a grateful smile. He just nods and he smiles back, glad that you felt better.

“Y/n!” Taehyung suddenly yells, causing you to jump in your seat. “What would you rather do?” Jimin asks as they present their ideas to you, passionately arguing why their idea is better than the other. You laugh awkwardly as they bicker back and forth, not being able to understand anything they’re saying. “We should do pottery! I want to make a new pot, mine got ruined last time!” Taehyung says. “That’s boring! My idea is so much better!” Jimin tells him. “I want to go bungee jumping again!” Jungkook adds in.

“Yah! Y/n won’t even be here by the time the pottery is finished! And this is about what y/n wants, not you!” Jin says, pointing at Jungkook. “Actually,” Hoseok says, rubbing his chin in thought, “Pottery is a good idea. We could make presents for y/n and we could send them to her or give them to her the next time she visits.”

“We’re talking about what we’re going to do with her tomorrow, not what we can do for her later,” Yoongi laughs at their conversation. “Would you like to just come over tomorrow? There are so many places we’d like to take you to, but one day simply isn’t enough time. And after dinner today, I think it’d be better to stay in the comfort of our own home. But if you’d rather go out we, we don’t mind either, it’s just a suggestion,” Namjoon says. “No, that sounds perfect,” you say happily. Just eating dinner with them was one of the highlights of your day, and you realized that it didn’t matter where you were or what you did, as long as you were with them.

Once everyone was full and all the food was eaten or put away, you all move to the living room, piled on the couch to watch tv. Checking your phone, you notice it’s already 1 am. “It’s pretty late, I should probably head back,” you announce as you stand from the couch. “Give me a minute I’ll call the driver,” Namjoon says, standing as well. “Oh no, it’s okay you don’t have to call him. I don’t want to bother him at this time,” you tell Namjoon as he pulls out his phone. He gives you the same look he gave you when he told you he wouldn’t let you walk back from the karaoke place, and you know there’s no convincing him. You just sigh and wait as he dials their driver.

“It’s already late, why don’t you just sleepover?” Hoseok suggests. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “Are you sure-” you were suddenly interrupted by the three maknaes who excitedly jumped up from the couch. “Yeah! Sleepover!” Jimin yells, holding his fists in the air. “Pillow fight!” Jungkook yells, already grabbing a pillow from the couch and smacking Jin with it. You watch as the whole living room breaks into chaos, Jungkook and Jin were smacking each other with pillows while Jimin and Taehyung were chasing Hoseok around the room. Yoongi was still laying on the couch, groaning when someone’s pillow went astray and hit him in the stomach.

Seeing the shocked look on your face, Namjoon assumes you may not want to stay because of how exhausting the boys could be, he would know. “It’s okay if you don’t want to-” he starts, but he’s cut off as you grab a pillow from the couch, turning around and smacking him in the face with it. You laugh loudly, jumping over the couch to get away from him. He remains frozen in surprise, but he snaps out of it when he hears you laughing at him. He grabs a pillow off the couch before chasing after you. You laugh as you run from him, hiding behind Jimin. “Help me!” you yell playfully at him and Taehyung. 

They suddenly stop chasing Hoseok, turning to Namjoon with their pillows. “Don’t worry y/n! We’ll protect you!” Jimin tells you, defensively facing the leader with his pillow. Namjoon cries out a loud battle cry, taking on the two 95′s. You let out a yelp when arms suddenly wrap around your waist from behind, causing you to drop your pillow in surprise. Jungkook lifts you off the ground, pulling you away from the scene. “I got her Hyung!” he yells to Namjoon. “You traitor!” Taehyung yells at him over his shoulder as he fights Namjoon off.

Jin suddenly appears, whacking Jungkook in the face, causing him to let go of you. Jin wasn’t on either team, he was just settling his fight with the maknae. Defenceless without a pillow, you run and crouch behind the back of the couch. Your eyes widen when you find Hoseok also hiding behind the couch before you hide next to him, trying to stifle your giggles. You can hear all the smacks of the pillows as well as their laughter as you hide behind the couch with Hoseok, trying to catch your breath. Hoseok’s eyes suddenly go wide as he yells while pointing at something behind you.

Turning around in surprise, Namjoon pulls you into his chest, falling back onto the couch with you on top of him. He wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from escaping, as he yells out of breath, “I win!” Everyone drops their pillows, falling onto the floor as they were too exhausted to move back to the couch. You laugh as you look up at Namjoon who was practically panting from working so hard to catch you. He moves one arm from your waist, hitting you lightly over the head with a pillow. “Now we’re even,” he says between breaths. You laugh at his worn out state, accepting the draw.

Everyone collapsed where they were sitting, laying on their backs on the floor. All that could be heard was everyone’s heavy breathing and Yoongi’s snores. You didn’t understand how he could sleep through all of it. Soon, everyone’s eyes started to flutter shut, exhausted from the pillow fight. Feeling the steady rise and fall of Namjoon’s chest, you look up at him to see find him out cold. You giggle before climbing off his chest. You look around the room to find everyone else dead asleep. Even though they said they had a few days off, you have no doubt that they were still working hard even while on a break. You shake your head as you cross the living room, careful not to step on anyone as you make your way through.

You don’t want them to sleep on the floor, but you know you can’t carry seven grown men back to their beds. Instead, you make your way down the hall and open one of the doors. As expected, it was a bedroom. You quickly go in, grabbing a pillow and blanket from each room and bringing it back to the living room. You gently lift each boy’s head, placing a pillow underneath before draping a blanket over them.

Namjoon stirs awake as you lay a blanket on top of him. “Y/n?” he mumbles, opening one eye to look at you. “Sorry, did I wake you?” you apologize. He shakes his head, lifting one side of the blanket up to let you in. You gladly accept his invitation, cuddling up next to him on the couch as he makes sure the blanket covers the both of you. You feel secure as he wraps his arms around you, and you fall asleep as soon as your head hits his chest. Namjoon looks around the room to find everyone sleeping on the floor, and he smiles when he sees that you tucked everyone in. He gently pushes your hair out of your face, placing a feather light kiss on your forehead. “Good night y/n,” he whispers, “I love you.”

Yoongi is the first to wake up the next morning around 10 am. Still half asleep, he moves to the edge of the couch to get up when he steps on something squishy. “Ai!” he yells in shock, his eyes now wide open as he scans the room and realizes that everyone else slept on the floor. Hoseok groans as Yoongi’s foot connects with his stomach, rolling over before falling back asleep.  “Sorry,” he mumbles before getting up, this time careful not to step on anybody. His yelp wakes Jin and Jimin who were now sitting up on the floor. “Why are you yelling?” Jin grumbles while Jimin was still in the process of waking up. 

Namjoon stretches his arms above his head before looking down at you. “Good morning,” he greets you with a smile, gently smoothing down your hair. “Good morning,” you say with a yawn. He chuckles at your sleepy state, gently combing his fingers through your hair. He could get used to waking up to you in the morning.

Taehyung sits up, complaining about his neck. “My neck hurts” he whines while rubbing his neck. Although you didn’t understand what he said, you could guess from his tone and actions that he was sore from sleeping on the floor. “Sorry about that. I didn’t want you guys to sleep on the floor but I couldn’t carry you guys,” you say, feeling guilty. “It’s not your fault,” Yoongi says as he comes back from the bathroom, “It’s their fault for falling asleep on the floor.” You laugh at how merciless Yoongi seemed, but you know he’s an actual softie for all of them, especially the younger ones.

“Where did these blankets come from?” Hoseok asks, getting up. “Y/n went to go get them for you guys last night,” Namjoon tells them. “Thanks y/n!” Jimin smiles gratefully at you, to which you just smile back. You felt like they didn’t have to thank you, it was the least you could do since they slept on the floor because you were sleeping over. “Yah! Wake up!” Jin yells at Jungkook, smacking him with a pillow and finally getting revenge for last night.

Everyone got ready for the day, heading into their rooms to change out of their clothes from yesterday, but you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast since you didn’t bring a change of clothes. “Y/n?” Namjoon calls as he pokes his head into the kitchen. “Hm?” you hum in response. “Do you want to change? You can borrow some of my clothes,” he offers. You were still in your clothes from your date with Namjoon yesterday, and you felt overdressed compared to the rest of the boys who were now wearing casual, comfy clothes. “Actually, yeah, that would be nice,” you answer. “I’ll leave some clothes for you in my room. You can go change in there whenever you’re ready,” he tells you.

You nod even though he can’t see you, “Okay thank you!” You place the knife down and wash your hands before heading into Namjoon’s room. You find a sweatshirt and a pair of sweat pants on his bed, and you take them into his bathroom to change into. You stare at yourself in the mirror once you were dressed. He was much taller than you, so his clothes were big on you and practically engulfed your form. The sleeves went way past your hands, and you had to be careful not to trip on his pants that were trailing the floor. But you didn’t mind, it was soft and warm, and it smelled like him. Smiling at yourself in the mirror, you head back into the kitchen to find Jin and Yoong picking up where you left off.

“You can go join them in the living room if you want, we can handle it,” Jin tells you, but you shake your head. “Can I help you guys?” you ask. The corner of Yoongi’s mouth lifts slightly as he nods. “Of course.” You smile happily before joining them at the counter, helping them prepare breakfast for the rest of the boys. The ones who weren’t cooking set the table and brought the food out. Namjoon freezes in the doorway of the kitchen when he spots you, causing Hoseok to run into his back. His heart skips a beat when he sees you in the kitchen, wearing his clothes. They were a few sizes too big on you, but he swears they’ve never looked better. Seeing you cooking for him along with his brothers, he couldn’t help but imagine settling down with you. Is this a sight he would wake up to every day?

“Namjoon?” Hoseok asks in confusion, shaking Namjoon out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry,” Namjoon mumbles, clearing his throat. You spot Namjoon when you turn around, and you skip over to him. “Thanks for letting me borrow your clothes! They’re so comfy!” you tell him, having never worn such expensive threads. “No problem. They look good on you,” he says with a smile. You just smile back before helping bring the food to the table.

You spend the rest of the doing various things with the boys. You all played Just Dance after eating breakfast before the maknae line took you to Jungkook’s room to play video games. After playing for a couple of hours, Taehyung pulled you along to his room, showing you his tie collection and some of his favourite outfits. Hoseok also showed you his room and all the figures he’s been collecting. After lunch, you baked a few treats with Jin and Yoongi since they do more cooking than baking, while you did quite the opposite. Despite the little experience they had, the desserts came out great, and you promised to teach them more recipes when you came back. You were currently snacking on the baked goods with the rest of the boys as you all sat in the living room watching a movie.

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” Namjoon asks once the end credits start rolling. “Noon,” you answer shortly, not wanting to think about it. “Can we take you to the airport? So we can say goodbye?” Jimin asks with puppy dog eyes that he knows you can’t resist, although it’s not like you were going to say no anyway. “Of course,” you tell him with a smile.

It was already late, and you had to get your things ready for tomorrow. “I’ll bring y/n back now,” Namjoon announces, standing from the couch. You follow him to the door before realizing, “Wait! I’m still in your clothes.” He places his hand on the small of your back, holding you in place, “It’s alright, you can keep them.” You look at him unsure, but he assures you that it’s okay, “So you have something to remember me by.”

Even though you were going to see them tomorrow, you feel sad as you say goodbye to them before leaving their dorm. And even though you didn’t do anything extraordinary today, it was a day you would never forget. There was something special about staying at home and just enjoying each other’s company. It just felt right. They felt like family, and they made you feel like you belonged. It was ironic, how being away from home, in a different country with people you met two days ago, was the most at home you’ve ever felt. And a certain sadness washed over you when you realized you had to leave it all behind.

You nod, following him out the door. The drive to your hotel is silent, your hand clasped in his as you stare out the window. There was so much to be said, but neither of you were ready to come to terms with the fact that you were leaving. Walking you up to your room like last time, you two stand outside your door to say goodbye. “We’ll come to pick you up around 10:30 tomorrow. The traffic in Seoul can be pretty bad sometimes,” he tells you. You simply nod, not really in the mood to talk.

Namjoon feels conflicted. He doesn’t want to leave you alone when he knows you’re hurting, but he knows there’s not much he can do about it. Seeing that you clearly didn’t want to talk, he just pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back as he comforts you with actions instead of words. He wanted to say so many things to you. To tell you how much he loves you, to make things official. But he couldn’t. He had only met you a few days ago, and you were leaving in a day. So he holds it all in even though his heart is yearning to tell you.

You wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest as you breathe in his scent. Normally, Namjoon could always calm you down. It didn’t matter how big or small the problem was, it felt like he was all you needed. But now, he just reminded you how he was all you needed, but you couldn’t have him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night y/n,” he says with a tight smile. “Good night,” you whisper before you walk into your room, closing the door behind you. Unable to hold back your tears anymore, you lean back against the door, sliding down until you reach the floor. Bringing your knees up to your chest, you cry. You cry because you don’t want to leave them, you cry because you love him so much, and you cry because it’s not fair. Why were they put in your life, and why did you have to fall in love with him only for it all to be taken away? You always tried to find the good in the bad, but you simply couldn’t bear the pain of leaving them.

When Namjoon arrives back home, the apartment is so silent you would think no one was home. Since the day first met you, they all knew you would have to go back home, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. No one had to say it because they all felt it. Your home was here, with them, with Namjoon, and they didn’t want to see you go.

The next morning, you wake up early to pack your things. You didn’t have the motivation to do anything last night, simply showering before hopping into bed. You pick out clothes to wear before you pack all your things so you don’t have to go back into your suitcase later. You want something comfy for the long flight home. As you look at all your clothes, neatly folded and laid out to be packed, your eyes land on Namjoon’s clothes. They were no doubt the comfiest clothes you’ve ever worn, but on top of that, they smelled like him. There was no doubt you would be missing them the whole flight home, so at least his scent could comfort you on your lonely trip back.

You put on a pair of your own pants since his were impractically long, but you throw his sweatshirt over your head. You pack the rest of your clothes away, finally done clearing the hotel room of your belongings. You know you should eat something before the long flight, but you don’t have an appetite. So once again, you settle for a large cup of coffee. Sitting at the table while sipping on your drink, you hear a knock at your door. 

Looking at your phone, your brows furrow in confusion. It was only 9 am, so they shouldn’t be here yet. You get up to answer the door, opening it to find all the boys smiling at you, holding a few paper bags. “Good morning y/n!” Jimin brightly greets you from behind Taehyung’s shoulder. “Good morning?” you didn’t mean for it to come out that way. You were glad to see them, you were just confused as to why they were here so early. “Sorry, I hope we didn’t wake you up,” Namjoon smiles apologetically. You shake your head, “No, it’s okay. I was already awake.”

He nods before holding a bag he was holding out to you, “We went to go pick up some food from that cafe we went to yesterday. I hope you don’t mind.” Namjoon knew you better than you thought, and he wasn’t about to let you get on a 12 hour flight without breakfast. “Of course not,” you say, opening the door wider for them, “Thank you. Please, come in.” They all walk into your room, placing the bags on your table. Your room was only meant for one, two at most, so the table wasn’t nearly big enough to fit eight people. Everyone was scattered around the room, some at the table, some on the couch, and the rest on your bed.

The morning was quite serene. You guys didn’t laugh or fool around like usual, instead just eating peacefully, enjoying each other’s company and the complete feeling you got only when you were all together. Finishing up, you clear the room one more time before grabbing your luggage. “Okay,” you breathe out, “I’m ready to go.” You pull your luggage down the hall and Namjoon wordlessly takes the handle from your hand, passing it to his other hand before holding your hand. Normally, you would complain and tell him you can handle it, but you allow it this time.

By the time you arrive at the airport, you had about half an hour until your flight. You arrive at your gate, taking a seat on the chairs as you wait for your flight to be called. “So,” Jin starts, “When will you be coming back?” he asks, hopeful that you were planning to come see them again. “You’ll come see us again, right y/n?” Jungkook asks with his big doe eyes. You ruffle his hair with a chuckle, “Of course,” you tell him with a smile. “I’d like to come back as soon as possible, but it might be a while until I can afford another trip,” you say, your smile falling.

“Don’t worry about that, we’ll get you a ticket for our next concert,” Yoongi tells you. “We’ll pay for your flight too!” Hoseok chirps. “What?” you blurt out, “Absolutely not. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean I’m going to let you guys pay for me.” They frown, and you feel guilty for sounding so harsh. “You guys work hard for your money. It’s not fair to you guys,” you say more gently this time.

“But we want to see you,” Taehyung whines sadly. “If it means we get to see you sooner, it’s really not a big deal to us,” Namjoon reassures you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It’s a big deal to me,” you mumble, looking at the floor. Maybe to them, it wasn’t a lot of money because they had so much of it. But to you, it was a lot. You had to work hard to afford a plane ticket, and they had to work hard too. They were just so used to working extremely hard all the time that it’s not a big deal to them anymore. But it matters to you, and you don’t want them to spend their hard earned money on you, no matter how badly you want to see them too.

“It sounds like you don’t want to come see us again,” Namjoon says jokingly, but there’s a small fear in him, in all of them, that maybe you didn’t want to come back. “No!” you say immediately, not wanting them to believe that for a second. “It’s not like that, I just,” you pause, unsure how to explain how you felt. “It feels like I’m using you,” you admit quietly.

Namjoon wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer so you can lean your head on his shoulder. “We don’t offer to do these things for just anybody. Trust us to know whether someone is using us or not,” he says. “You gave away the one concert ticket you had to a stranger, I’m pretty sure you’re not the kind of person to use somebody for their money,” he adds.

“If you don’t come see us, we’ll just come see you,” Yoongi says, almost nonchalantly, “So it’s better if you let us buy just one ticket for you rather than seven tickets for us.” You laugh at how he could sound so cold when the meaning of his words was so warm. “Please y/n! I really want you to see us perform!” Jungkook begs you like a child asking their mom to buy them a toy from the store. The younger ones saw you like an older sister, and they wanted you to see them perform and be proud of them. You felt your resolve slowly crumbling as the younger three looked at you with such big, pleading eyes.

“Fine,” you say with a sigh, finally caving in. “But you have to let me pay you back eventually. And I’m bringing a whole bunch of presents back for you guys,” you say, stubbornly crossing your arms to let them know it’s non-negotiable. They nod, happy to agree to anything as long as you come back to them. Suddenly, a voice comes over the speakers, calling for you to board the plane.

Namjoon sees the sadness swirling in your eyes as you stand from your seat. They pull you into one last group hug as a few tears escape you, soaking into Namjoon’s shirt. When Namjoon doesn’t let go of you, the others step back, giving you two some space. He pulls away just enough to gently wipe away your tears. He takes your face between his hands, looking down at you with eyes full of nothing but love and fondness as you try your hardest to stop your tears from falling.

He leans in, placing his lips on yours as more tears stream down your cheeks. No words are needed as you can feel all the love and unsaid words between you two through that kiss. You finally break apart, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. “Please don’t cry,” he says, drying your tears again, “We’ll see you soon, I promise.” You nod as the speaker gives a warning for the last call. Giving them one last smile through your tears, “I love you guys, so much,” you tell them. “We love you too,” they return with sad smiles on all their faces, “We’ll see you soon.” You nod, their words planting a new hope in your chest for when you can return. You turn around and start walking towards the gate, not looking back in fear that if you did, you wouldn’t be able to leave. 

They watch your back until you disappear through the door and they can no longer see you. Wordlessly, they all move to the big glass wall to see your plane, hoping to spot you in one of the windows even though they know it’s extremely unlikely. Once your plane has taken off, Hoseok pats Namjoon’s back comfortingly. They were all sad that you had to go, but they knew their leader had it harder than them, so they tried to be strong for him.

As the plane takes off, you stare blankly out the window. Watching the city of Seoul grow smaller as you get farther and farther away. When you can no longer see it, you curl up in your seat, nuzzling into the collar of Namjoon’s sweater. With nothing to comfort you except your memories and his faint scent, your eyes flutter shut, dreaming of the time you can return to Seoul.

Although you wanted nothing more than to be with Namjoon and the rest of the boys, what used to be a sharp pain in your chest has now dumbed down into a dull ache. It wasn’t easy, but the daily texts and frequent video calls got you through it. Some people may not be satisfied with such a relationship, but it meant so much more to you when you knew how busy their schedule was, yet he still found the time for you.

Even though it’s only been a few months, it felt like years since you’ve seen them. But you were finally heading back to Korea for their concert. Their concert was still a week away, but you were arriving early to surprise Namjoon for his birthday. You knew how much they loved food, so you brought a full suitcase of foods that were hard to get a hold of in Korea, along with other more personal gifts for each of the members.

Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook were waiting to pick you up from the airport. All of the members wanted to be there to welcome you back, but they knew they couldn’t or else Namjoon would be suspicious. After a few rounds of rock paper scissors, these three came out victorious. Jin and Yoongi used the excuse of going grocery shopping for Namjoon’s birthday dinner, while Jungkook was supposedly just tagging along to help his Hyungs. After buying said groceries, they were patiently waiting for you to arrive.

It takes you a while to spot them at the airport as they covered their faces with hats, sunglasses and masks, but you could recognize them anywhere. Jungkook’s habit of using random items as weights also helps them stand out quite a bit. You quickly approach them, excitedly waving at them to grab their attention. “Y/n!” Jungkook exclaims when he notices you running to them.

When you reach them, you jump into Jungkook’s arms. You laugh happily as he lifts you up, spinning you around. When he places you down, you bounce over to Yoongi. He raises his hand to give you a wave, but you go in for a hug. He chuckles, lazily wrapping his arms around your waist as he gently pats your back. You turn to Jin, wrapping your arms around his waist as you hug him tightly. “Welcome back Y/n,” he says, patting your head as he smiles fondly at you. 

“I missed you guys,” you say, unable to contain your happiness as your smile stretches from ear to ear. “We missed you too! And so do the others!” Jungkook says, grinning his bunny smile. “Speaking of the others, they’re all back at home. We shouldn’t keep them waiting” Jin mentions, taking your suitcase for you. “Let’s go!” Jungkook says, eagerly pulling you along to the van, Yoongi and Jin trailing behind you with your luggage. In the van, Jungkook excitedly tells you about everything going on, updating you on anything you missed. He seems so excited to surprise Namjoon, almost a little too excited. But you brush it off, assuming he was just happy since it’s been such a long time.

Little did you know, you weren’t the only one with a surprise. Namjoon didn’t know that you were arriving early, however, he was planning on asking you out and making it official whenever you arrived. The boys knew of both your secrets and they were excited to see it all happen.

Arriving at their dorm, you become restless as Yoongi unlocks the door. Even though you guys kept in touch while you were gone, it’s been so long since you’ve seen him that you had millions of butterflies in your stomach. Seeing your nervousness, Jin gently nudges you forward through the doorway. You stand by the front door, hidden behind Jin’s broad shoulders as Namjoon pokes his head into the hallway. “You guys are back,” he observes, walking over to help them carry the bags in. 

His brows furrow in confusion when he sees the suitcase in Jin’s hand. “You brought a suitcase?” he asks in confusion. “And one more thing,” Jin says with a smirk as he steps aside to reveal you. You give him a small wave, “Happy birthday Namjoon!” you say with a bright smile. His eyes go wide, and he remains frozen in his spot until he realizes that this isn’t a dream; You’re finally here. “Y/n!” he says, finally snapping out of the shock before he takes big strides towards you, pulling you into a warm hug.

He buries his face in your hair, breathing in your scent to make sure you’re really here. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his chest. “I missed you so much,” he breathes out. Hearing Namjoon call out your name, the rest of the members come tumbling down the hall. “Y/n!” Jimin and Taehyung call out. You peek over Namjoon’s shoulder to see the two 95s racing towards you.

You open your arms for them and they gladly run into your arms. “You’re finally here!” Hoseok says from behind them. “You guys knew about this?” Namjoon asks. “No, we just decided to stop by the airport today and happened to see y/n,” Yoongi says sarcastically. Namjoon chuckles before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he says with a smile, staring into your eyes. You giggle at the dazed look in his eyes before Yoongi grabs your sleeve, pulling you out of Namjoon’s grip and into the kitchen.

“You guys can be in love later, y/n needs to help us in the kitchen,” Jin says, trailing behind you and Yoongi. “Wait!” Hoseok calls out, causing Yoongi to pause and look back at him, “She just got back. She must be tired, let her rest.” Your heart is warmed by the concern in Hoseok’s voice, forgetting just how caring they were.

“It’s okay! I’m not tired at all,” you reassure him with a bright smile, “Namjoon’s birthday only lasts a day and I’m already late. Sleep can wait!” you tell him before pulling Yoongi and Jin into the kitchen. Hoseok frowns, still concerned for your health, but their worries are soon washed away when they see just how much energy you have. You were smiling and laughing happily the whole time, practically bouncing around the kitchen. Your body probably was tired and jet-lagged, but the only thing you could focus on was how happy you were to be back.

As Jin and Yoongi prepare dinner, you start making batter for Namjoon’s birthday cake. As promised, you came back with more recipes for them to try, including a cake recipe. Once the cake was baked and cooled, you go to search for the maknaes. Hearing them yell at their video games from down the hall, you knock on Jungkook’s door. “Jungkook?” you call. You hear some shuffling before he opens the door, Taehyung and Jimin sitting on the floor behind him with controllers in their hands. 

“Do you guys want to decorate the cake?” you ask, knowing that Jungkook was quite the artist, and Taehyung was interested in art as well. “Yes!” Taehyung excitedly jumps up from his seat on the floor in front of the television. They hurriedly turn the console off, throwing their controllers onto Jungkook’s bed. You chuckle as they scramble to clean up. “Just come to the kitchen when you’re done, I’ll go get everything ready,” you say as you walk back to the kitchen.

You see Namjoon leaning on the wall next to the kitchen, waiting for you. He tries to follow you into the kitchen but you block his path. “I love you, but you can’t come in. It would ruin the surprise!” you tell him as he pouts at you like a sad puppy. “We’ll be done soon, I promise,” you tell him as he reluctantly goes back to the couch with Hoseok. It was rare to see the childish side of Namjoon come out, as he always felt like he had to be a responsible leader around the members. Watching your interaction, his Hyungs were glad that he found someone like you, someone he could relax and be himself around.

You have Jimin and Taehyung help you construct the cake, spreading the icing on each layer of cake before stacking them on top of each other. Meanwhile, Jungkook practices piping designs and writing with a piping bag full of icing. Jimin meticulously works on the cake, making sure the cake was stacked perfectly and the icing was smooth. Taehyung eventually went to go bother Jin and Yoongi while they were cooking, trying to get a bite of food before dinner.

Jungkook piped the edges and the base of the cake beautifully, finishing it off with “Happy birthday Namjoon!” on the top in neat letters. You hold the fridge doors open for him as he places the cake inside, smiling proudly at his work. You give all of them a pat on the head, praising them and thanking them for their help. They bask in your praise before heading into the living room. “Do you guys need help?” you ask Jin and Yoongi, but Yoongi waves you off. “You worked hard, go rest,” Yoongi tells you, remembering Hoseok’s words.

The exhaustion of the flight was starting to catch up to you, so you nod, walking out of the kitchen. You sluggishly enter the living room where Namjoon was sitting on the couch watching Hoseok and the maknaes play a board game around the coffee table. Seeing you enter the room, Namjoon motions for you to come over. Seeing your exhausted state, he lays down on the couch, pulling you onto his chest. You snuggle into his chest with a content smile, already being lulled to sleep by the warmth radiating from him.

He places a light kiss on your head. “Take a nap, you deserve it,” he whispers as he strokes your hair, making you fall asleep instantly. He can’t help but stare as you sleep peacefully on his chest. It reminds him of the last time you spent the night here when you all fell asleep in the living room and you were laying with him just like this. It just felt right, your bodies fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

Even though the boys are quite loud as they play, yelling whenever they roll an unwanted number, you somehow sleep through it all. You must’ve been so tired and Namjoon didn’t want to wake you up, but you had to eat. He gently shakes you awake, “Y/n,” he calls out quietly, “Dinner’s ready.” You sit up, rubbing your eyes as you let out a yawn. “Come on sleepyhead,” he says as he places his hand on your lower back, guiding you to the dining table.

You take a seat, still half asleep, but as soon as the delicious smell of the food hits your nose, you snap awake. Looking at everything on the table, you turn to Jin and Yoongi. “Everything looks so good!” you tell them, suddenly bright and energetic. Everyone laughs at how your mood can change so suddenly simply because of food, but then again, who doesn’t love food?

You enjoy a meal together, catching up on everything you missed during the few months you were back home. Once everyone is done eating, you get up to bring the plates back to the kitchen, but Hoseok stops you, placing a hand on your shoulder and gently pushing you back into your seat. “You already cooked, we’ll clean,” he tells you with a smile. “But I didn’t cook!” you stubbornly argue back. Yoongi rolls his eyes at you from across the table, “Whatever. You helped in the kitchen so you don’t have to clean.” 

You stick your tongue out at him, wanting to help when another idea pops into your head. “I’ll go get the cake then!” you announce as you stand from your seat once again, but this time Namjoon pulls you back down. “You baked the cake, they’ll get it once they’re done the dishes,” he tells you. You pout in your seat, but Namjoon just chuckles, patting you on the head. “Just relax babe,” he tells you, causing you to get flustered by the pet name. You turn your head away from him, pretending to be mad when you were really just trying to hide your red cheeks.

“I’d tell Namjoon to go get the cake, but knowing him, he’d probably drop it!” Jin says, laughing loudly. Yoongi smirks, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair. Once the other boys stacked all the plates and bowls in the sink, Jungkook takes the cake out of the fridge as Jimin and Taehyung grab the plates and forks. Hoseok places the candles on the cake, lighting them before motioning for Jungkook to bring the cake to the table as he follows him out with a knife to cut the cake.

Jungkook walks out with the cake, and you all start singing happy birthday. Jungkook places the cake in front of Namjoon, and he stares at you as he makes his wish before blowing out the candles. Everyone claps once he blows out all the candles, and Hoseok cuts the cake and distributes a slice to everyone. “Mmm!” Jungkook says, taking a bite of his slice, “It’s good!” You giggle at him as he has icing on his face “Thank you,” you laugh out, wiping the icing off his face, “You guys did a great job decorating it!”

As everyone enjoys the cake, Namjoon places his hand on your thigh, looking at you with a fond smile. “Thank you for the cake, and for everything. This has been the best birthday ever,” he tells you as he leans in to place a kiss on your cheek, “I love you.” You smile at him when pulls away. “Happy birthday Namjoon,” you say, “I love you too.”

It was finally the day of the concert, and it was finally the day Namjoon would put his surprise in motion. He almost couldn’t wait and was going to surprise you the day you arrived, but he planned everything out and he wasn’t going to let his eagerness ruin it. 

Everyone was doing their own thing, relaxing before heading out for the concert. You were sitting on the couch with Taehyung and Jin, watching an animation. Namjoon pokes his head into the living room. “Y/n?” he calls out. “Hm?” you turn to the hallway. “Can you come here for a second?” he asks. You nod, hopping off the couch and following him into his room. He fidgets nervously as you take a seat on the bed.

“What’s up?” you ask casually, swinging your legs on the edge of the bed, staring up at him with innocent eyes. He clears his throat awkwardly before he takes a seat beside you. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this since the day I met you, but you had to leave too soon, so I thought it would be better to wait,” he starts. “I love you y/n, and if you want to, I’d like to make it official,” he says, pulling out a necklace from his pocket. It was a simple silver chain with one ring on it. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks with a hopeful look on his face.

You’re taken aback, staring into his eyes before you snap out of it, smiling as you nod happily. He smiles back at you before leaning forward, clasping the chain of the necklace behind your head. He gently lifts your hair from under the chain, and your face starts to burn at the close proximity of his face. Staring deeply into his eyes, you lean forward, closing the space between you two. You feel him smile into the kiss before leaning back just enough to stare into your eyes.

He reaches into his shirt, pulling a necklace out from under his collar. “I have a matching one. I know things are a little complicated right now, with you having to go back home. But one day, when we sort everything out, I’d like to put this ring on your finger,” he says with a smile. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “I love you so much,” you whisper. He rubs your back, smiling as he says, “I love you too.”

You walk back into the living room with Namjoon to finish the film you were watching with Jin and Taehyung, only to find all the boys waiting on the couch. “Did you ask her?” Jungkook asks excitedly. Namjoon nods, taking your hand in his. “She said yes,” he tells the boys with the brightest smile. All the boys jump up from the couch, cheering as they surround you two for a group hug. Namjoon’s success put everyone in a good mood for the rest of the day, and all preparation for the concert went smoothly.

Standing in the front row of their concert, you watch as they perform, doing what they do best. When it comes to an end, they take a moment to talk to ARMYs and tell them how much they love them. Suddenly, the camera focuses on Namjoon as his face appears on the big screen. “I love you!” he yells, pulling his necklace out as forms a finger heart with his thumb and index finger, holding the ring between them. No one else paid it a second thought, but you knew it was meant for you. Not caring that he couldn’t hear you, you yell back from the crowd, “I love you too!”

A few months ago, you would have never imagined that giving your ticket to a stranger would lead to you meeting the love of your life. But the necklace hanging around your neck and the promise it held was enough for you to know that you were where you were meant to be.

he forgets your birthday

Jin x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 1.1k

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ding!

You look over to your phone as the screen lights up with a text from your boyfriend, Jin. You had texted him two hours ago asking if he could come over for dinner tonight. His text reads,

Jin: sorry babe, the boys planned a karaoke night. Maybe tomorrow?

You text back,

Y/n: sure no problem. have fun

You sigh, placing your phone back down on your desk and leaning back in your chair. It sucked to have an assignment due on your birthday, and having dinner with Jin was the only thing keeping you motivated.

Having suddenly lost your reason to work, you shut your laptop and lay your head on your desk. 

He couldn’t have forgotten. Right? 

Wallowing in self-pity about how miserable your birthday has been, you close your eyes and allow sleep to take over. 

After about an hour of karaoke, the boys sit down and take a break. Taking a sip of water, J-Hope looks over at Jin, “Is it really okay for you to be here? You could’ve invited y/n too, you know.”

Jin tilts his head in confusion, “Why wouldn’t it be okay? Y/n isn’t like that,” he says. One of the things he’s grateful for is how understanding you are; although you prefer if he tells you where he’s going, you don’t mind if he goes places without you, you just want to make sure he’s safe.

“But isn’t today her birthday?” Jimin questions with a raised eyebrow.

“It is?” Jin asks with wide eyes.

Everyone’s jaws drop at his cluelessness. “Hyung!” Jungkook looks at Jin in disbelief and shoves him into the couch.

“Ow ow!” Jin yells while leaning away from Jungkook. He grabs his phone and checks the date. “Oh my God it is! How did I forget? Why did you guys let me come here?!” he yells at the other members.

“Don’t yell at us, this is your fault,” Yoongi says, pointing at Jin accusingly.

He panics while throwing his coat on and grabbing his stuff. “Tell y/n we say happy birthday!” Taehyung yells after Jin as he rushes out of the karaoke room.

You groan as you’re woken up from your phone ringing and you pick it up without checking who’s calling. “Hello?” you answer with a yawn.

“Y/n!” Jin yells into the phone. You cringe at the volume of his voice and move the phone away from your ear. “Jin? Is everything okay?” you ask, brows furrowed. “Where are you? Are you home?” he asks. He sounds like he’s running.

You nod even though you know he can’t see you. “Yeah, I have an assignment due tonight so,” you trail off, sighing when you remember the work you still have to do.

“Stay there!” He demands before hanging up the phone. Confused, you pull the phone away from your ear and stare at the black screen. You shrug, rubbing your neck that was sore from falling asleep at your desk before getting back to work.

About half an hour later, you’ve just submitted your assignment when you hear someone knocking frantically at your front door. You close your laptop and stand up from your desk, stretching before yelling “I’m coming!”

When you open the door, you’re met with Jin who’s folded over, panting with his hands on his knees and trying to catch his breath. “Jin?” you ask confused. He suddenly engulfs you in a hug and you can feel his heart beating rapidly under his coat. Did he run all the way here?

“Happy birthday,” he says still trying to catch his breath, “I’m sorry I completely forgot what day it was.”

You laugh at his bluntness before pulling away. “It’s okay,” you say while wiping the sweat on his forehead. You let him inside and take the plastic bag that was in his right hand. “What’s this?” you ask.

“A cake of course,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Not realizing how hungry you were until now, you excitedly place the cake on the table.

He takes his coat off while you grab a plate, a knife and two forks from the kitchen. As you two feed each other cake, you playfully swipe some icing on your finger and place it on his nose. He goes cross-eyed as he looks at his nose. “How dare you? I’m World Wide Handsome you know!” he yells loudly as you laugh so hard you almost fall out of your chair.

Although you’ve already forgiven him, he still feels guilty for forgetting your birthday and is determined to make it up to you. He wants to make you laugh and smile so much that you forget how sad and lonely you were earlier today.

Once you guys finish eating and cleaning up, you let out a yawn as it was 11:28pm. “Shouldn’t you be heading home? You need to make sure you get enough rest you know,” you lecture him.

“Aw come on it’s your birthday, let me spend more time with you,” he whines while he bends down to pick you up. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he carries you to your room, placing you near the foot of your bed. You sit on your bed cross-legged as he grabs the guitar from its stand in the corner of your room and sits on the bed in front of you.

He strums the strings a few times looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him before he starts strumming the guitar aggressively, singing so loudly his voice cracks. You can’t help but giggle as you watch his performance, feeling sorry for your neighbours.

When he finishes the song, you’re laughing so hard that you’re struggling to breathe. He can’t help but stare and admire you. Your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard and your smile was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He adjusts the guitar and clears his throat.“Another special song for the birthday girl,” he announces as you calm down. Playing the guitar, his fingers move skillfully to form each chord. You close your eyes as a small smile forms on your face while you listen to Jin’s beautiful voice, swaying slowly to the melody.

Once the song finishes and he plucks the final strings, he looks up at you with a small smile before placing the guitar down. Unable to contain your happiness, you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Thank you Jin. This was the best birthday ever,” you say as you smile into his shoulder.

He wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing your back. “Of course. Happy birthday babe,” he says before leaning back and pulling the covers over the two of you. You start to drift off, happy and safe in Jin’s arms as he places a kiss on your forehead.

cold shoulder

Summary: Yoongi suddenly starts giving you the cold shoulder, causing you to distance yourself from him and the rest of the members. But the reason behind his behaviour is not what you think.

Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 4.5k

Watching BTS perform through a screen was entertaining and exciting. Watching them perform live was magical and an experience you would never forget. Watching them perform up close from the wings of the stage was a privilege that came with being Yoongi’s girlfriend, and one you would forever be grateful for.

Of course, you weren’t just dating Yoongi to watch their concerts, you loved him inside and out, the good and the bad, the idol side of him and the real side of him. And no matter how many times you watched them practice, rehearse and perform their songs, you would never get tired of watching them do what they loved.

As you stared out of the wings, you were so captivated by their performance, passion dripping from their bodies as they sang their hearts out. They were all amazing performers, each of them having their own unique set of skills and talents, but your eyes were drawn to the one who held your heart. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Yoongi, hanging onto every word and syllable he spat out. He was a completely different person on stage, and although you loved all sides of him, his wild side never failed to excite you.

You were so absorbed in their performances that you didn’t realize it was over until they bowed and thanked their fans, and you excitedly waited to congratulate them on yet another excellent concert. 

You help the staff hand out water bottles as they step into the wings, all with pleased but exhausted smiles on their faces. As soon as everyone has had a drink and a chance to catch their breath, you engulf Yoongi in a big hug. 

You wrap your arms around his neck as you hug him tightly. Overflowing with excitement, you don’t notice how he doesn’t hug you back, arms hanging limply by his side.

“You guys were so amazing out there!” you praise them as you peer over Yoongi’s shoulder. You were so proud of everything they’ve accomplished and you were unable to contain your excitement as you began to ramble on about them. “You guys did the dances perfectly! And it was so cool when-” you were suddenly cut off when Yoongi roughly shoved you off of him.

Stumbling back, you look up at him, confused and hurt, but he doesn’t meet your gaze, staring at the floor instead. The rest of the members’ eyes widen as they exchange glances with each other, bewildered by Yoongi’s actions. 

It was like a slap in the face when he pushed you away. Yes, sometimes he would reject hugs from you or the rest of the members, but he always did it in a lighthearted and joking way. This time, it was different; almost hostile.

You stare at Yoongi, begging for him to look at you, to give you some sort of explanation. But his gaze doesn’t move from the floor. Sensing the tension in the room, Namjoon quickly steps in. “Thanks y/n. You’ve been by our side since the beginning and we really appreciate your support,” he says with a smile. 

You return the smile, trying to act like Yoongi’s actions didn’t bother you. “Of course! I’ll always be here!” you tell them. “You guys always do great, but today was even better if that’s even possible. Like when Jimin did that jump? I’ve seen it so many times but it still amazes me every time!” you exclaim.

Jimin laughs as he covers his face with his hand to hide his blush. You continue to shower them with compliments because today was about them, but that moment keeps replaying in the back of your mind. You know Yoongi isn’t the most affectionate person in the world and he values his personal space, but he usually doesn’t mind hugs from you or the rest of Bangtan. Actually, he loves them, he just acts as if he hates them. So what was different about today? 

As you continue to praise the rest of the members, your eyes keep wandering over to Yoongi. You look him up and down, scanning his form to try and figure out what was bothering him, but you fail to find anything.

When he doesn’t even spare you a glance, you let out a sigh of defeat. You tell yourself that he’s just tired, but another part of you keeps coming up with worse reasons for why he’s acting this way. Were you too loud? Did he find you annoying? Did he not love you anymore?

Realizing you were jumping to conclusions, you try to shake those thoughts from your head. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Seeing the gears turning in your head, Namjoon is quick to pull you out of your thoughts. He ruffles your hair as he gives you a reassuring smile, silently asking if you’re okay. You just nod and give him the most convincing smile you can manage, but everyone could tell that it was forced.

As the members change and get ready to leave the venue, you wait outside the dressing room in the hall. You sigh as you close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall, slowly sliding down until you were seated on the floor. Resting your chin on your knees, you stare blankly at the floor in front of you as you let your thoughts run free.

You tune out the muffled voices coming from inside the dressing room as you replay that moment over and over again inside your head. Yoongi seemed happy when he exited the stage, but as soon as you hugged him, it seemed like his whole mood changed. He didn’t seem upset with the other members, just you. Was he angry at you? Had you done something wrong? You start to worry and grow anxious as your thoughts spiral out of control.

In the dressing room, the members try to give Yoongi some space. He was grateful that his fellow members understood him and knew him better than he knew himself. He already regretted pushing you away and he didn’t want to snap at anyone else. But the image of you staring at him, eyes filled with hurt and confusion, keeps flashing through his mind as he carefully changes.

You, along with the rest of the members knew about the accident Yoongi was in when he was a delivery boy, and you often took care of him by getting him ice packs and pain killers whenever it bothered him. But he didn’t tell you every time his shoulder acted up.

Like today, his shoulder felt like it was on fire, but he didn’t want to ruin the joy of another successful concert. The pain was almost unbearable. He was glad he made it through the whole concert, but he couldn’t enjoy it the way he wished, nor could he celebrate it with you and the boys the way you all deserved. His shoulder was already a heavy burden on himself, and he didn’t want it to burden you guys as well, so he tried to hide it from all of you.

Once everyone had changed and refreshed themselves, they make their way out of the dressing room. Spotting you on the ground, Jimin immediately approaches you and crouches down next to you, his caring nature coming out. “Everything okay?” he asks as his eyes dart all over your face, trying to figure out what was troubling you. The rest of the members watch out of the corners of their eyes, brows furrowed in concern.

You muster a small smile and as you nod. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist. Today was about them, and you didn’t want to ruin it by troubling them with your relationship issues. The looks on their faces show that they don’t believe you, so you try to calm their worries. Getting up from the floor, you brush your clothes off as you flash them a bigger smile. “Just tired from standing and jumping the whole time. I don’t know how you guys do it, just watching you perform makes me exhausted,” you tell them, trying to change the subject. It seems to have worked as they let it slide, choosing to argue about where to eat as you all head to the van.

You all pile into the vehicle, and you hesitate before deciding to sit next to Yoongi in the back. You’re not sure if he’s upset with you, but you know that communication is important in relationships, and it’s better to confront him about it rather than make assumptions.

You instantly regret it when Yoongi leans away from you once you take a seat next to him. You really didn’t want to ruin their day, but it was hard to hide how upset you were when your own boyfriend seemed so opposed to even being near you. Instead, you lean your head on Jungkook’s shoulder who’s on your other side, opting to pretend like you’re asleep rather than having to force a smile for the rest of the car ride. As if it was second nature, Jungkook wraps his arm around your shoulders, adjusting himself to make sure you were comfortable.

Yoongi feels a pang of jealousy and regret when he looks over to see you leaning on Jungkook’s shoulder. He moved away from you because you were sitting on the same side as his injured shoulder, and every time the car went over a bump in the road, you would knock into it. But now, he‘s starting to think that he would rather endure the pain just to let you lean on his shoulder. He trusts you and Jungkook completely, but he just wishes that it was him you were leaning on instead of somebody else.

Jungkook gently shakes you awake when you arrive at the restaurant, and you quickly thank him before climbing out of the car. Afraid that what happened in the van may repeat, you take a seat beside Jin and J-Hope instead of Yoongi.

You remain silent as they discuss what to order, spacing out and staring blankly at the table. You would be lying if you said that Yoongi’s behaviour didn’t bother you. You had no desire to eat as you were too focused on trying to figure out what you had done to upset him. 

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Your eyes meet J-Hope’s concerned ones as he asks, “What do you want to eat?” Forgetting where you were for a moment, you just stare blankly at him before snapping back to reality. “Oh right. I’m actually not that hungry, so I’ll just have whatever you guys get,” you tell him. “Are you sure?” he asks with a frown. When he only receives a nod from you, he reluctantly gives their order and the menus to the waiter.

“Have some pork.”

“Do you want chicken?”

“The noodles are good! Try some.”

“Do you want more?”

Although you didn’t have much of an appetite, you ended up eating more than you anticipated because you were seated between Jin and J-Hope, who kept placing more food on your plate and telling you to eat more. You insisted you weren’t very hungry, but it seemed they knew you better than you knew yourself since you finished everything they put on your plate.

From across the table, Yoongi’s heart was warmed as he watched Jin and J-Hope fill your plate. He felt remorseful about how he treated you, but he also felt reassured that the members would take care of you when he couldn’t.

You left the restaurant with a full stomach, feeling a little better than when you arrived. Once you reach home, Yoongi immediately retreats into your shared room, shutting the door behind him. You felt defeated as you desperately stared at the door, hoping that it would open and Yoongi would come out. Communication was vital in relationships, and being left in the dark led to assumptions and mistrust. Not knowing what you did wrong was eating you up, but he had made it very clear that he didn’t want to talk to you. 

You’re brought back to reality when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to find Taehyung looking down at you sympathetically, the rest of the members giving you pitiful smiles. You return a small smile as you shrug. You trusted that if it really was important, he would talk to you about it. But at the same time, you couldn’t just sit still and wait for him to come to you. So you decide to watch a movie with the maknae line to pass time, and afterward, you would try talking to him again.

You don’t end up recalling a single thing that happened in the movie. You spent the whole time worrying about confronting Yoongi that you couldn’t focus on the film, and by the time the credits start rolling, it’s 10 pm. As you stand from the couch, Jimin encourages you with a smile. “Fighting,” he says as he holds his fists up. Jungkook and Taehyung mirror the action as you give them a grateful smile. Mentally preparing yourself, you take a few deep breaths as you stand outside your shared room with Yoongi.

You knock on the door, and you open it when you get a hum of acknowledgement from inside. You poke your head into the room to find Yoongi sitting on the bed, drying his hair with one hand. When he doesn’t show any signs of being unhappy to see you, you take it as a sign to move closer.

You walk in and take a seat on the bed next to him, leaving a small space between you two. “Hey,” you start. He turns his head to look at you, making that :] face at you. “You did great today,” you tell him, “Like always.” Flustered, he continues to rub his hair with the towel as he looks away. “Thanks,” he takes a pause, “And thanks for coming today, like always. I don’t know what I would do without you,” he says sincerely.

You smile happily as he seems relaxed now. He must’ve just been tired earlier, you think. “Of course! I’ll always be here for you,” you tell him as you take the hand that he wasn’t using to dry his hair. Your smile drops as soon as he pulls his hand away from you. He suddenly stands from the bed and walks over to the closet, putting a jacket on with a grimace on his face. “I’m going to the studio,” he says over his shoulder. “I’ll be back later, don’t wait for me.” A nod is all you can manage as he quickly leaves the room, not even sparing you a second glance.

It seems you spoke too soon when you thought that everything was fine. You noticed that he made a strange face as soon as you touched him, and he seemed eager to get away from you. 

In fact, what Yoongi wanted the most was to let you cuddle him and praise him and just be close to him. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to hide his shoulder from you if he let you get too close to him. He wasn’t even sure why he was going so far to hide it. He just wished the pain would go away, and it felt like if he acted like it wasn’t there, it would go away sooner.

But to you, it seemed like he was repulsed by you, or at least by your touch. You began to feel a little self-conscious. Were you clingy? Did the other members find you clingy as well? They always returned your affections, but what if they were just being nice? Would they start avoiding you too?

Throwing all rationale out the window, you come to the conclusion that your overbearing affection was what was pushing Yoongi away. And you were afraid that if you didn’t tone it down a little, you would end up pushing the other members away too. It wasn’t easy, since you were always super affectionate with them, but throughout the week, you try to hold back on being overly affectionate or clingy, afraid that they may find you annoying.

One evening, all the members were piled on the couch watching TV and sharing snacks. Normally you would join them on the couch or on Yoongi’s lap, packed like a can of sardines, but you wanted to give them space, so you chose to take a seat on the floor in front of the couch instead.  J-Hope looked at you with furrowed brows. “Isn’t the floor uncomfortable y/n? There’s space here for you,” he tells you as he pats a spot on the couch.

You turn and give him a smile, simply shaking your head no. “It’s okay, I’m fine here.” You turn back around to face the TV, so you fail to notice the frown that forms on his face as he looks at the others in confusion.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the members to notice the change in your behaviour. They were already watching you closely to make sure you were okay since Yoongi was giving everyone the cold shoulder, and their worry only grew when you started to become a little more distant as well. They tried to be more affectionate with you to make up for all the hugs and cuddles Yoongi wasn’t giving you, and to try and get you to open up to them. But it only served to confuse them more when you happily returned their affection, yet you still remained distant from them.

Since the tour was over, Yoongi was able to take the time he needed to rest and recover. After just two or three days, the pain had mostly faded to just a dull ache. Everything was back to normal; almost everything.

Yoongi always acted like he hated affection and as a result, he refused to openly ask for any. Instead, when he wanted a hug or a kiss, he would just stand there and stare at you expectantly. You had grown to learn and pick up on the signs, and you were more than happy to give him what he wanted.

But recently, you weren’t picking up on the signs, or at least you weren’t acknowledging them. You weren’t giving him anything at all. Whenever he was near you, he waited for you to lean on him, or hug him, or at least hold his hand since you loved to play with his hands, but you never did.

You didn’t indulge in the other members either unless they engaged first. It was strange to all of them since you were normally a very upfront and affectionate person, something they all loved about you. But you were still your happy and cheery self, which confused them even more.

Yoongi was starting to feel touch-starved and almost a bit neglected. He knew he was being childish, and he should just ask if he really wanted your attention. But not knowing why you were acting this way bothered him. It was normal for him to sometimes drawback because he wasn’t always super affection or extroverted. But you were, and he couldn’t help but worry that something was wrong.

One night, as you and Yoongi laid in bed, Yoongi stared longingly at you as you slept with your back facing him. You guys always used to cuddle each other to sleep, but recently, you’ve been staying to your side of the bed. Before meeting you, he didn’t get much sleep, since he often fell asleep late at night and woke up early in the morning. Holding you in his arms brought him great comfort, and it never failed to help him get a good night’s sleep. He let out a sigh before staring up at the ceiling, preparing for yet another restless night.

The next day, Yoongi woke up feeling especially tired and fatigued due to the lack of proper sleep. He tried to sleep in but failed, and he finally got out of bed around noon. He groggily dragged himself out of your room and into the kitchen to find you pouring a cup of coffee.

“Good morning!” you greeted him cheerfully. “Or should I say afternoon?” you add with a giggle as you hand him the cup. You turn back around as you start to prepare brunch. A small smile forms on his face as he takes a sip from the cup. Two of his favourite things in the world, you and coffee, all within an arm’s reach. 

Still half asleep, he places the cup down on the counter before moving behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Yoongi was most affectionate and clingy when he was tired, something you found incredibly endearing about him.

You freeze and the knife almost slips from your grip when you feel his arms snake around your waist. You’ve been so self-conscious about being overly affectionate and it had just been so long since you’ve hugged him, or anyone, that you forgot how to act.

He feels you stiffen beneath him and he pulls away, brows furrowing in confusion. He tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes with one hand, and his eyes widen in concern when you look like you’re about to cry.

“Y/n?” he asks a little panicked, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He immediately starts scanning your body for any injuries. You shake your head no as you place the knife down on the counter. He lets out a breath of relief before staring at you in confusion.

You turn around to face him and hesitate before asking, “Can I hug you?” His eyes soften when you ask so timidly, and his heart aches when you look like you expect him to say no. He’s quick to pull you into a hug, letting you rest your forehead on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” he asks gently as he cradles your head against his chest. You shrug as you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face further into his chest. “I just missed you,” you say, voice a little watery.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asks with a frown.

He feels relieved to know you missed him as much as he missed you, but he doesn’t understand why you held yourself back. You were always open about your feelings, something he was still trying to learn from you, and it was unlike you to hide things from him.

You hesitate to tell him, but you know that all this happened in the first place because you guys didn’t communicate well with each other. “I thought you wanted space. Whenever I came near you, you would move away,” you explained with a pout.

He felt a pang of guilt, realizing you were bottling up all your feelings and blaming yourself when he was at fault. He combs his fingers through your hair, trying to comfort you as he places a light kiss on the top of your head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. My shoulder was acting up after the last concert and I tried to hide it from all of you,” he confessed.

It was your turn to frown as you pull away to look up at him. “Why did you hide it from us?” you ask with furrowed brows. He rubs the back of his neck as he gazes out the window above the sink to avoid eye contact. “I didn’t want to ruin it,” he says.

You smack him on his good shoulder, scolding him for being ridiculous. “Ruin what? Your shoulder?!” you berate him, angry that he didn’t let you help him. He looks at you like a guilty puppy, and you can’t help but sigh as you feel your anger fade away. No matter what, you could never stay mad at him.

“You know, you don’t have to feel guilty about relying on us. We’re here for you and we want to help you,” you tell him. “You’ve already been so strong, having to deal with the pain all these years. Let us take some of that weight off your shoulders,” you say, grinning as you raise your eyebrows at him.

He smirks and rolls his eyes at your pun. “You’ve been talking to Jin Hyung too much,” he says.

“Maybe,” you admit. “But seriously, promise you’ll at least tell me if it ever starts hurting again? I know you don’t want to worry them, and I understand because you’re all so busy, but I’m here for you.”

You look at him expectantly with big, pleading eyes, and he can’t resist your adorable face as he gives in with a small smile. “Okay, I promise,” he says as he raises his hands in defeat.

You smile happily as you pull him into another hug. “I’ll be your shoulder to lean on whenever you need!” you say with a laugh. He scoffs and jokingly pushes you away. “Enough! No more dad jokes!” he cries.

You clutch your stomach as you double over in laughter. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” you half-heartedly apologize. Once your laughter dies down, you turn back to the counter to finish preparing the food. As he drinks his coffee and leans on the counter, he can’t help but smile as he stares at you. Through the window, the sun’s rays shine down on you, perfectly highlighting the features of your face.

He moves next to you, about to help you make brunch. You expect him to grab a spatula or something to start cooking, but he remains completely still. You look at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering what he was doing before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Yoongi was just standing there, staring at you with big puppy eyes and an adorable pout, waiting expectantly for a kiss. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you laugh as you place the knife back down on the counter. Gently taking his face in your hands, you place a short but sweet kiss on his lips. His lips instantly curve into a smile before he bends down to steal another kiss from you. “I love you,” he mumbles.

“I love you too,” you say. He sighs happily as he wraps his arms around your form, melting in your embrace. It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, and he was finally able to relax knowing that he could lean on you when things got tough.

there are no mistakes

Summary: you generously give your BTS concert ticket to a stranger believing that it was the right thing to do. But as you sit through their fan-sign while trying to hold back your tears, you can’t help but think that it was a mistake.

Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: fluff + angst

WC: 11k

part 2

Waking up in your hotel room, you yawn as you sit up in your bed. Although your curtains were closed, the sunlight still managed to filter through the material, tinting the whole room a warm golden tone.

You try to rub the sleep out of your eyes, and a smile forms on your face when you remember what day it is. You arrived in Seoul a couple of days ago to attend your first BTS concert, and today was the day of the concert. You had been of fan of theirs for quite some time, and you couldn’t wait to finally see them in person rather than through a screen. 

It was also your first time visiting Korea, so you were eager to meet new people and learn about the culture. You arrived a couple of days before the concert to ensure you would have enough time to explore, and you spent your days venturing around the city, trying various street foods and buying too many clothes.

It was finally the day of the concert, and you couldn’t have been happier. Not wanting to waste any more time rolling around in your blankets, you stand from the bed, stretching your limbs out. You walk over to the window and pull the curtains open, letting the sunshine flood into your room as you take in the breathtaking view that your hotel room offered. You had a view of the bustling streets of Seoul, as well as the stadium that BTS would be performing at in just a few hours. 

Although you’ve only been here for two days, you’ve already fallen for the city’s charms. You take a quick picture of the view with your phone before plugging it in to make sure it’s fully charged for the concert. Heading into the bathroom, you wash up and brush your teeth before eating breakfast. You spend most of the day relaxing around your hotel room, checking the clock on your nightstand frequently. You would probably regret wasting half the day doing nothing in your hotel room, but you couldn’t focus on doing anything else. 

When there are about 3 hours left before the concert, you finally start getting ready. Walking over to your suitcase, you pull out the outfit you had planned for today. You knew you were just one of many in the crowd and it wasn’t necessary to dress up, but you wanted to enjoy today to the fullest.

Once you were dressed, you look at yourself in the mirror, nitpicking for any imperfections. You had been waiting for this day for so long and you wanted everything to be perfect. Checking your bag to make sure you had everything you needed, you peak at the mirror one last time before walking out the door, locking it behind you.

The stadium wasn’t very far from your hotel, so you decided to walk. It was a beautiful night, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight so you could see all of the stars clearly. Nearing the venue, you pick up your pace as the stadium comes into view, eager to get inside. As you enter the building, the entrance is filled with ARMYs talking excitedly amongst themselves. Although BTS was popular, you had never been surrounded by this many people who shared the same love for the boys as you did.

Once you joined the line, you take a moment to scan the room, wanting to engrave this memory into your mind forever. As you look around at all the fans, you spot one ARMY that sticks out like a sore thumb. She has a distraught look on her face as she frantically looks around as if she was searching for something. 

Brows furrowing in concern, you step out of the line and approach her. “Are you okay?” you ask her in English with a friendly smile. She looks up at you, eyes watery as she holds back tears and shakes her head no.

“What’s wrong?” you ask gently as you try to help calm her down. She takes a couple of deep breathes before explaining. “I-I lost my ticket,” she says, sniffling, causing you to frown. You know BTS has touched many people’s hearts, and she must’ve really been looking forward to the concert just like you were. You would be absolutely heartbroken if something like this happened to you, and your heart ached as you sympathized with her.

You take her hand in yours before pulling her along with you. “Come with me,” you tell her with a reassuring smile. Even though she didn’t know you, nor what you were planning to do, she still felt comforted by your smile and she felt like she could trust you.

You take her to join the back of the line with you. In an attempt to calm her worries, you try to make conversation with her. It wasn’t easy to communicate because of the language barrier, but you managed. “I’m y/n,” you introduce yourself with a smile. She returns the smile as she says, “I’m Aeri.” You nod as you lead the conversation, “Is this your first concert?” you ask curiously. She shakes her head as she holds up two fingers, “Second time, a few years ago,” she explains. You nod in understanding as you make small talk with her to pass time.

The line continues to move forward and before you know it, you make it to the front of the line. You assure Aeri that you will handle everything as she stands back and waits for you. You politely greet the staff before they ask for your ticket and pass. “Actually, is it possible for me to give my ticket to someone else?” you ask. The staff’s eyebrows knit together, tilting their head in confusion. You scratch the back of your head as you try to think of how to explain it to the staff.

As you try to communicate your question to the staff, everyone suddenly starts screaming excitedly. You turn your head to see the members of BTS walking behind all the staff, probably heading backstage. As they smile and wave at their fans, the staff you were speaking to catches RM’s eye and calls him over.

You start to panic when you see RM walk over, suddenly staring at your shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the world. RM and the staff have a quick conversation before RM turns to you. In English, he asks you, “How can I help you?” You look up at him, frozen as you stare into his dragon eyes. Snapping out of his trance, you stutter, “O-oh um, is there a chance I can give my ticket and pass to her?” you ask as you point to Aeri. RM raises an eyebrow at you but relays the message to the staff anyway. The staff nods at you and motions towards Aeri to come forward.

Aeri follows the staff with a confused look on her face, but you just give her a reassuring smile. The staff takes her to a room in the back to transfer the pass to her, leaving you alone with RM.

Trying to act normal, you clear your throat, bowing as you say, “Thank you for your help.” When you stand back up, he just gives you a kind smile, “No problem,” he says. ”Your English is very good, I take it you’re not from here?” he asks you. You shake your head, “No, I’m from America. This is my first time visiting Korea, actually. I came here just to see your concert,” you tell him with a bright smile. He raises his eyebrows in surprise, “Really? And you’re okay with giving your ticket away?”

You shrug as you look at the door that leads to the room Aeri was in. “It’s okay. I’m sure Aeri wants to see you guys just as much as I do. And I like to believe that there are no mistakes and everything happens for a reason. So I just felt like, out of everyone here, I spotted Aeri for a reason,” you look back at him to find him staring at you in amazement. Flustered, you move your gaze down to the floor as you continue, “As much as I would love to watch you guys perform, I know I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the concert if I did nothing to help her,” you tell him as Aeri and the staff come out of the room, a pass hanging around her neck.

“That’s a beautiful way of thinking,” he tells you, genuinely inspired by you. You simply smile back as you rub the back of your neck, unsure what to say. Aeri quickly approaches you two, excitedly greeting RM before turning to you and taking your hands in hers. “Are you sure?” she asks you, and you can tell she feels guilty for taking your place. You smile at her as you nod your head surely, and she pulls you into a tight hug.

You pat her back as you return the hug, trying to reassure her. “Don’t worry!” you tell her as you pull away, “Just enjoy it. For you and for me.” She thanks you about a hundred times, quickly exchanging numbers with you before saying goodbye to you and RM. You felt like a proud mom sending her child off to their first day of school. A small part of you wishes that you could watch BTS perform alongside Aeri, since you weren’t sure when you would be able to visit Korea again, but you tell yourself that it was worth giving your ticket to Aeri.

As you watch her walk through the doors, another staff appears behind RM, calling him to head to the stage. He asks the staff to go get something for him, and the staff quickly rushes off to go get it. You simply watch curiously as the staff disappears into the back room, only to come out a minute later with another sort of pass in their hands. They hand it to RM, leaning in to tell him something before hurrying backstage.

He turns to you with a shy smile. “Please take this,” he says as he holds it out for you. You take it from his hands, confused as you look at it with a raised eyebrow. “It’s a pass for our fan sign on Friday,” he explains “I’d really love to see you there again.”

You smile as you turn it over in your hands, scanning over the characters on it. You hold it close to your chest as you nod happily. “I’ll be there!” you assure him. He smiles his dimple smile as the staff once again call for him. “I have to go but thank you for coming. I’ll see you on Friday!”

You nod and wave as he walks backstage, and you stare at his back until you can no longer see him. Once he’s out of your sight, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You had been preparing yourself to finally see them perform in person, but nothing on Earth could have prepared you to see one of them up close, let alone talk to them.

The concert was supposed to start soon, so the entrance of the stadium was practically empty by now. Feeling out of place, you put the pass in your pocket before making your way towards the exit. Pushing the door open, you take one more glance back inside. A part of you didn’t want to leave since you had been looking forward to this concert for so long, but you had no choice. Turning back around, you leave with a heavy heart, deciding it was in your best interest to move forward without looking back.

When RM arrives backstage, all the boys give him questioning glances. “Where were you?” J-Hope asks as he goes over the choreography with Jin. “And why do you look so happy?” asks Jin. RM didn’t even realize he was smiling until they pointed it out. “There was an English-speaking ARMY and the staff needed my help to translate,” he explains himself. “And that’s what’s got you smiling like an idiot?” Suga asks with a raised eyebrow. RM shrugs as he gets ready. “She was nice,” he says nonchalantly. “And?”

“And I may or may not have asked her to come to the fan sign on Friday,” he admits with a sheepish smile. All the members’ eyes widen before the room bursts into chaos. “Ohhhhh!” Suga yells while putting his hand over his mouth. “Hyung has a crush!” V says loudly. Jin and J-Hope start laughing with each other while Jungkook was zoned out in his own world. RM lets out a sigh, watching everyone go crazy. “So Hyung,” Jimin starts with a grin on his face, “What’s her name?” RM’s eyes widen when he realizes he didn’t even know your name.

“What does she look like?”

“Where is she from?”

“Who’s her bias?”

“Can she sing?”

“Can she dance?”

“Can she cook? If she can’t cook you guys are screwed.”

They all start bombarding RM with questions about you, curious about the girl that caught their leader’s eye. “Enough!” he says, “I’ll answer your questions later. We have a concert to perform.” Everyone reluctantly agrees and heads towards the stage. He sighs in relief as he seems to have escaped their interrogation. “We’ll get it out of you later!” Jimin yells over his shoulder.

Unlocking the door to your hotel room, you drop your bag onto the floor, flopping face first onto your bed. Today’s events have yet to set in for you. You met RM of BTS. You spoke to Kim fricking Namjoon. You immediately start replaying your conversation with him in your head, overthinking everything you did in front of him. You were so nervous, but you didn’t want to make things awkward so you tried your best to act normal.

Looking out your window, you can see all the lights coming from the stadium. Your heart felt heavy as you clutched your pillow tightly, curling up into a small ball on your bed. You didn’t regret giving your ticket to Aeri, you were just a little saddened that you couldn’t attend their concert since you had been wanting to go for so long. You were only human, and no matter how hard you tried, it wasn’t always easy to do the right thing. You had to make a conscious effort to do things such as these, but that’s what made them more rewarding at the end of the day.

Finally deciding to stop pitying yourself, you get up to actually get ready for bed. As you change into your pajamas, the pass in the pocket of your clothes from earlier falls out. Remembering the fan sign, you pick up the pass and place it on your nightstand as you climb into bed. Pulling out your phone, you search and note down the time and place of the fan sign on Friday. As you search for the fan sign, you also find many videos of their previous fan signs. You’ve already seen some of them, and as an international ARMY, you’ve always wanted to attend one.

Yes, you would give your right arm to attend their concert, but fan signs seemed so much more personal. Staring at the pass on your nightstand, your heart feels a little lighter with a newfound resolve for the fan sign. You place your phone next to the pass as you turn off the lamp, tucking yourself into bed. It was a shame that you missed the concert, but you were going to use the rest of the time you had to prepare for and make the most of the fan sign.

The members didn’t forget about you, and they asked RM about you once again while they enjoyed a well deserved meal after their concert. “So, tell us more about the ARMY you met earlier, what was her name again?” Jimin asks with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know,” RM coughs out. J-Hope starts choking on his food, and Jungkook pats his back, trying to free his airways. “You don’t even know her name?!” Jin asks incredulously. “I didn’t have time! The concert was about to start!” RM says defensively. 

“How do you like her if you don’t even know her name?” Suga scoffs. “Well she’s really kind, and she has a very beautiful way of thinking and going about,” RM explains, “She’s very positive and optimistic, and she finds the good in the bad.” Jimin’s eyes widen in disbelief, “You know all that about her but not her name?!” RM shrugs. “You’re unbelievable,” Jin says, facepalming.

The next day, you get dressed for a day of shopping. Since you didn’t plan on attending a fan sign when you were packing, you didn’t bring anything with you that could be signed. It was Thursday and the fan sign was tomorrow, so you had one day to find something to bring.

You’ve been walking through the city of Seoul for almost 3 hours now and you’ve lost count of how many stores you’ve walked into only to walk out 10 minutes later, empty handed. You haven’t found anything for them to sign yet, and at this point, you were thinking of just letting them sign your hand.

Getting hungry, you were about to turn around and head back to your hotel when you swear you saw a little RJ staring at you through a window. Doing a double take, you realize it’s a small record shop with BT21 character stickers on its window. You decide to take a look inside, and as you make your way deeper into the store, you spot some of BTS’ albums. You excitedly head over to the albums, picking out their most recent album, BE. 

You walk out of the store with your newly purchased album, heading back with a content smile on your face. You stop by a small restaurant on your way, eating dinner as a celebration for finding something for BTS to sign. Unlocking the door to your hotel room, you place your bags on the floor before hopping into the shower and changing into more comfortable clothes.

Sitting at the desk provided by the hotel, you start writing letters, one for each member. Your Korean wasn’t the best so you weren’t sure if you would be able to communicate well with them at the fan sign. Getting an opportunity to meet BTS was already rare, and you probably wouldn’t get the chance ever again so you wanted to make sure you could tell them everything you wanted to say. You were also sure that even if they did understand everything you said, you would probably mess up or forget half the things you wanted to say due to nervousness.

Scribbling down your thoughts, you just couldn’t seem to get the wording right. You throw away the letter you were working on, grabbing a new sheet of paper to start anew. Surrounded by balls of paper scattered on the floor, you were growing frustrated when none of the letters seemed to come out right, but you refused to rest until they were done.

A couple of hours later, you were finally signing the last letter. You place the pen down on the desk as you lean back in your chair. Your hand was cramping from all the writing and your neck was sore from leaning over the desk, but you still smiled as you carefully folded each letter. Clearing the desk, you smile as you place the letters on top of the album so they’re ready for tomorrow.

It was almost 1 am when you finally got into bed, but you didn’t mind. You often had trouble falling asleep when there was something special the next day, so you needed to exhaust yourself to fall asleep.

In the morning, you wake up feeling refreshed and prepared for the fan sign. You pick out another outfit, finishing it off with a black bucket hat. You place your album and letters in your bag, checking your hotel room one more time before heading out.

When you arrive outside the doors, a crowd is formed around someone inside. You walk into the building to get a closer look, and you see an ARMY in the middle of the room, yelling about something you couldn’t understand. You couldn’t see her face either, because she was wearing a black bucket hat just like you were.

BTS was sitting inside, waiting for their fans to start coming in. It was 5 minutes past the time they were supposed to start and they could hear something going on outside. RM turns to one of the staff. “What’s going on out there?” he asks. The rest of the members turn to listen to the staff as well. “There’s one ARMY outside that’s causing some problems,” the staff informs them. 

The boys frown, hearing that one of their fans was causing trouble. “Are they still allowed to come in?” Jimin asks. The staff nods, “She did pay for it, so you are still obligated to sign her things. However, you are not required to speak to her.” The boys nod in understanding. “Don’t interact with her then. ARMY needs to know that this kind of behaviour will not be tolerated,” RM authorizes, and the rest of the boys nod in agreement. “She was wearing a black bucket hat and jeans,” the staff informs them. They nod and thank the staff before the doors open and the fans start piling in.

You shrug off it off as you enter the room that the fan sign will be held in. Walking down the aisle to get to your seat, you see BTS sitting at the long table at the front of the room. They sat in the order of Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, V, Jungkook, RM, and Jin. Taking your seat, you wait as the rest of the fans file into the room, taking their seats. Once everyone’s settled, the fan sign begins. Row by row, ARMYs get the chance to go up and talk to the members, give them gifts, and get their belongings signed.

Your seat was near the middle so you would have to wait a while before it was your turn to go up. You didn’t really understand what they were saying when they spoke into the mics, so you just watched them interact with each fan that went up. You noticed that they tried to make as much eye contact as possible, genuine smiles on their faces as they spoke to each person. It was so sweet how much they loved and treasured every one of their fans.

It was finally your row’s turn to go up, and as you stand in line by the table, your hands start shaking in excitement and nervousness. You watch as the person in front of you talks with Suga. When they move on from Suga to J-Hope, you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself down before walking up to Suga.

You give him a closed-eye smile as you greet him brightly. “Hello-” your eyes shoot open when he grabs the album from your hands, swiftly signing it before sliding it over to J-Hope. You blink in confusion as he didn’t even give you the chance to say hi. He turns to the person behind you in line, completely ignoring your presence. You stood there unsure of what to do. Realizing that he had no intentions of talking to you, you place your letter on the table, disappointment settling in when he doesn’t even acknowledge it because he’s smiling and talking with the fan behind you.

You sadly move on to J-Hope, who just signs your album before sliding it over to Jimin. You open your mouth to greet him but you immediately shut it when he looks at you angrily. Your heart sinks to your stomach, and you hurriedly place his letter on the table before moving on to Jimin. You didn’t know what you did wrong, but you felt terrible when you didn’t even receive a smile from J-Hope who was a literal ball of sunshine.

As you stand in front of Jimin, you try to smile at him, but it quickly drops when he gives you an irritated look across the table. He signs your album as well, glaring down at you in a demeaning manner as he slides it over to V. You swallow thickly as you shakily give him your letter.

When V receives your album, he doesn’t sign it right away like everyone else. He waits for a few moments, glaring at you from across the table. He maintains eye contact as he signs your album, and you shrink under his gaze. Your eyes start burning as tears start to form, but you try to hold them back.

Jungkook simply shakes his head when he receives your album, making it clear that he didn’t want to sign your things. It makes you feel even worse, which you didn’t think was possible at this point. You were afraid to meet RM again, fearful of what his reaction would be towards you. You pull your hat down to cover your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see him and the disappointed look he was sure to give you as everyone else did.

You couldn’t see it because your hat blocked your view, but RM was quite distracted as he signed your album. During the entirety of the fan sign, he had been waiting to see you again. He should have been more focused on disciplining ARMY, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Giving the album to Jin, RM looks up and scans the room for the nth time today in search of you, the girl from the concert who gave her ticket away. Failing to spot you, he sighs and rests his chin on his hand as he waits for the next fan. Maybe she didn’t come, he sadly thinks to himself.

After Jin signs your album, he can’t even bring himself to hand it to you. Instead, he pushes it towards you on the table, not even looking in your direction. You take the album, hugging it close to your chest as you bow, saying a small “thank you” as you rush to your seat.

As you quickly walk to your seat, your vision is blurred by your unshed tears. Sitting down, you finally let your tears stream freely down your cheeks, crying silently as you try to pull your bucket hat down even more. Using your sleeves to wipe your tears, you look back up to the front. 

Your heart shatters when you see all of them happily interacting with the rest of their fans, smiling, laughing, talking, and holding hands. Why were you treated so differently? Although you were sure you didn’t do anything wrong, it felt like you did everything wrong. BTS was so gracious and forgiving to others and you’ve never seen them be anything but kind to others, so why were you the only exception?

RM was trying his hardest to be present and talk with their fans, but his mind was elsewhere. Why didn’t you show up? Did something happen? He knew he shouldn’t be so affected by you, hell, he didn’t even know your name, but you plagued his mind. Your smile, your way of thinking, and your kind heart made him fall for you. Hard. And he couldn’t help the disappointment that he felt when you didn’t come to see him.

The possibility of you being the ARMY with the black bucket hat flashes through his mind for a second, but he quickly dismisses it. There was no way. When he met you at the concert, you were so kind and warm hearted, there was no way you were the one who caused a commotion at their fan sign.

Your heart broke as you watched everyone else get the chance to talk and laugh with BTS, and you had to rip your eyes away from them as more tears formed in your eyes. You want to believe that everything happens for a reason and that giving Aeri your ticket really wasn’t a mistake. But as you hug your signed album tightly to your chest, shaking as you tried your hardest to contain your sobs, you can’t help but regret it and think that it was a mistake. Tugging at the edges of your hat, you sink into your seat as you squeeze your eyes shut, praying for the fan sign to be over soon.

Suddenly, the doors are opened as someone is brought into the room. You remain still, keeping your eyes shut as everyone else turns towards the back of the room. It was the ARMY you saw earlier at the entrance, and she deeply bows and apologizes to everyone for her earlier behaviour.

As soon as the members realize that they had the wrong person, their hearts drop to their stomachs. They look at each other with wide eyes, panic and guilt evident in their faces. They’re unsure what to do, but they remain composed as they listen attentively to her apology first. Although she apologized, she still was not allowed to stay and participate in the fan sign, so she quickly got her things signed before she was escorted out.

Once the doors close behind her, RM grabs a mic and stands. Clearing his throat he says, “Can any ARMY with a black bucket hat please come up to the stage.” He along with the rest of the members scans the crowd for your hat, desperately waiting for someone to step up. When no one stands, they visibly deflate as the guilt sets in.

Many of the ARMYs sitting near you cast glances at you, but you don’t notice as your hat blocks your field of vision. You had sunk so far down in your seat that none of the boys could spot you even from the raised stage. When no one comes forward, they assume that you left, and their hearts ache as they imagine one of their beloved fans leaving their fan sign absolutely heartbroken because of them.

Suddenly, Suga straightens up in his seat in realization. “Wait, when she came up to me she said hello. Maybe she doesn’t understand Korean,” he quickly explains. Jin quickly jumps in, “She said thank you in English to me too. She must speak English,” he says hopefully.

RM’s blood runs cold when he hears that the ARMY they mistreated speaks English. It couldn’t have been you, right? He hastily stands up, knocking his chair down behind him while he fumbles with the mic. “Sorry,” he says in English, “Is there any ARMY here wearing a black bucket hat?” he asks desperately.

You freeze as soon as the question leaves RM’s mouth. You peak from under your hat only to find everyone staring at you. You shrink away from their gazes, desperately wanting to get out as soon as possible. You remain frozen as the room sits in silence, afraid that if you moved one bit, you’d be found.

Letting out a sigh of disappointment, RM clenches his jaw as he places the mic down on the table, sitting back in his chair that Jungkook picked up for him. He stares sadly at the table as he realizes that that probably was you, and he just destroyed any chance he had of meeting you again. Suga quickly picks up a mic, seeing the heartbroken state of the leader. “Sorry about that,” he apologizes. “Let’s continue,” he motions to everyone.

The rest of the fan sign goes by smoothly, but the members can’t ignore the guilt weighing down their shoulders. It didn’t help that their leader was in a worse state than they were and they didn’t even know the reason why. But Jin saw the realization in RM’s eyes when they said you must speak English. And even though RM was the leader, as the oldest, Jin still felt the need to take care of him. Jin motions to one of the staff standing off to the side. “Did anyone leave the fan sign?” he asks quietly.

The staff shakes their head at him, “No one has left except for the fan that was escorted out.” Jin nods and whispers to the staff, “Can you find an ARMY with a black bucket hat? Please ask her to stay after.” The staff nods before walking off the stage and standing to the side, checking each row thoroughly for you.

“Don’t worry,” Jin leans over and tells RM, “She’s still here.” RM looks at him with wide eyes before visibly relaxing. “Thanks, Hyung,” he smiles at Jin, only to get a wink and finger guns in return. Seeing their leader cheer up, the rest of the members also relax even though they didn’t know what the situation was.

You had zoned out, wondering where you went wrong and how you ended up in this situation. You were so excited about this fan sign, but now you wanted nothing more than for it to be over. You were suddenly pulled from your thoughts when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You quickly wipe cheeks with your sleeves, peeking out from under your hat. 

BTS see a staff member approach someone in the crowd, and they all strain to try and see what was going on. They catch a glimpse of your hat, and they look at each other in relief. But no one was as glad as RM now that you’ve been found. His leg was bouncing underneath the table, eager to speak to you and sort things out.

You’re met with a staff member who tries to tell you something in Korean. “Sorry?” you tilt your head in confusion. “Please stay after,” they try again, this time in English. You just nod before the staff member quickly retreats back to their spot on stage, nodding at Jin in confirmation that they found you.

Your brows furrow in confusion as you didn’t get much of an explanation, probably because you didn’t understand Korean. Why did they want you to stay after the fan sign? Was it for the same reason all of BTS seemed to hate you? Suddenly, you didn’t want the fan sign to end anymore, you wanted to be anywhere but here. You nervously play with the hem of your shirt as you anxiously wait for the fan sign to be over.

When BTS say their final goodbyes and thank everyone for coming, you consider following everyone else out instead of staying like you were asked to. But all the members’ eyes remain on you. They knew where you were seated because they saw the staff member approach you, and you stood out as you were the only one who remained seated as everyone else stood up to leave. Feeling their gazes on you, you remained as still as a rock, staring down at your hands in your lap.

“Is she alive?” V whispers in Jimin’s ear when you don’t move. Jimin simply shrugs as they wait for the room to empty. RM’s gaze is intense as he stares at you, trying to catch a glimpse of your face to confirm it’s you, but it’s pointless as your hat covers more than half of your face from his view. When the doors close behind the last person to leave, the room falls into a heavy silence. You break into a cold sweat as you sit in silence, waiting for what they have to say.

RM picks up his mic from the table, slowly bringing it up to his mouth. “Hello,” he says gently, but it still causes you to flinch noticeably in your seat. The members frown at how afraid you were, wanting nothing more than to make you feel comfortable around them. You hesitantly raise your gaze from your hands to the front of the room to find all 7 of them staring at you. They all give you guilty or apologetic smiles as RM asks you to come up to the stage.

You get up, placing your album on your chair before hesitantly making your way to the front of the room. Standing in front of them, you keep your gaze on the floor, avoiding eye contact with them. RM makes his way around the table, and his shoes come into your view as he stands in front of you. The rest of the members follow him, standing behind him. He notices the way your hands are shaking, and he gently takes your hands in his to try and calm you down.

He kneels in front of you to get a view of your face. “It is you,” he whispers when your eyes meet. He smiles, glad to see you again, but his heart breaks when he sees how red and puffy your eyes are. You try to return the smile, but he can tell that it’s forced compared to the bright way you smiled at him at the concert.

He takes a step back to join the rest of the members, and this time, you build up the courage to meet their eyes. You no longer find any anger or animosity in their eyes, only guilt and regret. Suddenly, they all bow to you, causing your eyes to widen. “We’re so sorry,” RM says on behalf of all of them, “We mistook you for the ARMY that was caused a commotion before the fan sign. We’re so sorry for how we treated you.”

Realizing it was all a misunderstanding, you feel so relieved as a sob escapes your throat, causing their heads to shoot up immediately in concern. You try to wipe your tears, but it’s no use as they’re now freely streaming down your face. Smiling sadly at you, RM stands and pulls you into a hug, patting you back comfortingly. RM curses himself as he holds your shaking form against his own, knowing that he was the cause of your pain.

“It’s okay, let it out,” he says as the rest of the members surround you to join in the hug. When you’ve calmed down to just sniffling, you feel embarrassed that you just cried in front of all of them. “Sorry,” you apologize as you pull away. “It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize. You have the right to be upset after the way we treated you,” RM assures you.

This time, it’s your turn to console them as you give them a comforting smile. “It’s not your fault,” you wave your hands in front of you defensively, “It was just unlucky, but I’m okay now,” you reassure them. Your kind smile settles the guilty feeling in their chests as they smile back, glad that you were okay.

V and Jimin push Jungkook to the front, causing him to stumble. He steadies himself and smiles at you before clearing his throat. “Please come eat dinner with us so we can make it up to you,” he says confidently in English. Your eyes widen at his invitation before you wave your hands in front of you and shake your head. “Oh no, it’s okay. You don’t have to make anything up to me, it was an honest mistake,” you tell them. 

Jin complains, speaking so fast he sounds like he’s rapping, but you don’t understand what he’s saying. RM translates for you, “He said it’s not fair if you don’t give us a chance to make up for everything.”

“We won’t be able to relax until we make it up to you, so just come eat with us,” Suga says nonchalantly in English. “Yeah, it’ll be fun!” J-Hope adds, swinging an arm around your shoulders. Of course, you would love to eat with BTS, but you didn’t want to bother them. “Are you sure it’s okay? I don’t want to intrude on your meal,” you ask, unsure.

“Don’t worry!” Jimin says in English. “Yeah, we want to get to know Namjoon Hyung’s crush!” V says in Korean. Embarrassed, RM coughs awkwardly before translating. “He just said don’t worry, we’d love to have you,” he lies. You contemplate whether you should go or not, but you couldn’t resist their pleading eyes and you knew you would regret passing up the opportunity to spend time with your idols. “Ok!” you finally agree with a big smile. “Ok!” J-Hope cheers happily. 

“Where do you want to eat?” Suga asks you. Jungkook jumps up, shouting that he wants to eat chicken. Jin smacks Jungkook’s arm. “He’s asking her, not you!” he scolds Jungkook. You laugh as Jungkook pouts. “I’m sure you guys know better than I do, so I don’t mind if you pick,” you answer.

Jungkook and V start running towards the doors, telling the rest of them to hurry up. Jimin grabs your hand, flashing you a closed-eye smile as he pulls you along. “Let’s go!” he says happily. You laugh happily as you two head towards the exit. Jungkook and V call Jimin slow, causing Jimin to let go of your hand to chase after them. You follow them through the doors when someone grabs your hand, pulling you back. 

You turn to find RM who’s nervously tugging at his collar. You could see he was struggling to form words, so you give him an encouraging smile as you wait for him to speak.

“Sorry, I uh, I don’t think I got your name?” he mentions with a raised eyebrow. “Oh! I’m y/n, sorry I completely forgot to introduce myself,” you laugh. “No no, it’s fine. We should have introduced ourselves first,” he reassures you. “RM, you don’t have to introduce yourself. I know who you guys are,” you giggle. “Right, I forgot about that,” he chuckles. “And please, just call me Namjoon,” he says with his dimple smile. You smile back as you nod. “Okay Namjoon,” you say, testing out the waters. He never thought his name ever sounded this good until it came out of your mouth.

“Anyway, thank you for coming today. I’m really glad I got to see you again,” he tells you. “Of course!” you happily, “Thank you for inviting me, I’m really glad I came too. When I was sitting in there earlier, I was starting to think that maybe this was a mistake, but you guys definitely make it worth it,” you tell him truthfully. He smiles at your words, “I’m happy to hear that,” he says. You two stand in awkward silence, smiling like idiots as you both try to sneak glances at each other but end up meeting each other’s eyes every time.

Watching you from afar, Jimin mumbles, “I’ve never seen Namjoon Hyung this nervous before.” The rest nod in agreement as they watch the exchange between you two. Tired of watching you two awkwardly stand there and stare are each other, Jin intervenes. “Yah!” he yells out, causing the both of you to jump. “Hurry up lovebirds! We’re hungry!” he calls in English before walking out with the rest of the members.

You both blush as you look anywhere but at each other. “Shall we go?” Namjoon asks you with a small smile. You nod shyly as you start walking towards the exit, still holding hands with Namjoon.

They took you to one of their favourite restaurants, ordering many different foods for you to try. Sitting at the table with the 7 men, you feel like you’ve known them for years even though you’ve only met them today. You thought that you would be nervous hanging out with people you’ve admired for so long, but they were quick to welcome you and make you feel comfortable. They even tried to speak more English so you could understand and be included.

“So how did you guys meet?” Jimin asks curiously, resting his chin on his hand. “Ah,” Namjoon smiles fondly at the memory. “There was another ARMY that lost her ticket. What was her name?” he turns to you. “Aeri,” you answer with a smile, remembering the new friend you made. “She lost her ticket, so y/n wanted to give her ticket to Aeri instead. The staff needed me to translate, which led to me meeting y/n,” he explains.

“You gave away your ticket?” Hoseok asks in surprise. You shrug as you play with the food on your plate. “She looked really upset, I had to do something,” you say. Jin says something in Korean, placing his hand on his chest as if wounded. “He said, I don’t know if I should be offended that you gave your ticket away,” Namjoon translates with a chuckle. “I’m sorry!” you laugh as you apologize, “I promise I’ll attend another one as soon as I’m able to.”

“Why don’t we have a little concert for y/n now?” Taehyung suggests in Korean. “Now?” Hoseok questions. “Yeah. Let’s take y/n to a karaoke place or something. It’s the closest we can get.” Jungkook nods in agreement. “Yeah let’s go! I’m sure y/n will love Namjoon’s Hyung’s singing!” Jungkook says, causing Jimin to fall onto the table in laughter.

You watch in confusion, not understanding why everyone was laughing. Namjoon sighs and shakes his head. “Would you like to go sing karaoke with us? It’ll sort of be like a private concert for you.” Your heart is warmed by how far they were willing to go to make you feel better. “You guys don’t have to do this, you know. It wasn’t even your fault,” you tell them.

“We just want to spend more time with you,” Jungkook pouts, “It’s not because we feel like we have to make it up to you.” Hoseok wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Yeah! We like you y/n! Come hang out with us!” he says with a smile. You were touched, almost in disbelief that someone as ordinary as you caught their attention. You were skeptical that they were just saying that to make you feel better, but seeing the genuine smiles and looks of anticipation on their faces as they waited for your answer, you couldn’t help but believe them.

When you nod, they all cheer happily, quickly finishing up so that they could head out. Namjoon smiles, silently thanking them for asking you since he didn’t have enough courage to. But as he watched you talk and laugh with the rest of the members, he knew that they weren’t just doing it for him. He could tell they liked you too, and he was glad that you got along with them so well, although he didn’t expect any less.

When everyone was done eating, you stand from the table, ready to go sing some karaoke. Namjoon extends his hand to you once you gathered your things. “Ready to go?” he asks with a smile. You nod, smiling bashfully as you place your hand in his. He leads you to the car, smiling happily as he swings your hands as you walk. Walking being you, the rest of the members coo at you two, and Hoseok snaps a picture or two thinking that it was cute.

You reach the karaoke place after about a 15 minute drive, and they take you to one of the rooms. You look around in awe, “I’ve never been in a karaoke room before,” you say out loud. “Then I’m glad your first time will be with us,” Namjoon says, smiling at how cute you looked being amazed by the lights. “Yeah! It’ll be the best karaoke ever!” Jin says confidently.

Taking a seat on the couch, you play with your sleeves nervously. “Actually,” you start, “I’m not very good at singing,” you tell them. You enjoyed singing, and you actually weren’t bad at it, but you didn’t have the confidence to sing in front of others, let alone 7 professional singers. The boys were quick to wash away your worries. “Don’t worry,” Jimin says, flopping down next to you on the couch, “Namjoon Hyung and Yoongi Hyung can’t sing either!”

Everyone starts laughing as Namjoon rolls his eyes because he knows it’s true.”Yah! Watch, I’ll get a higher score than you!” Yoongi says defensively in Korean. But it just makes Jimin laugh harder as he falls into your lap. You were still a bit afraid to sing in front of them, but their laughter and easy going nature helped calm your nerves.

Seeing your hesitance, Namjoon sits on your other side. “Really, don’t worry. I’m definitely the worst singer here,” he says, trying to reassure you. You smile and nod, grateful for their attempts at comforting you.

Yoongi and Taehyung sing together first, getting a score of 91. “Beat that, Park Jimin,” Yoongi challenges Jimin. Jimin scoffs, grabbing the mic, “Easily. Let’s go Hobi Hyung.” You watch in amusement as Jimin and Hoseok sing their hearts out, trying to beat the score of 91. When they get a score of 87, Yoongi and Taehyung explode around the room, rubbing it in Jimin’s face. “Who’s the worst singer now?” Yoongi says. “Still Namjoon Hyung,” Jimin says, stifling a laugh.

Jungkook sings alone next, but he purposely sings badly as to not put any pressure on you. You laugh happily as he sings in a reggae style, grateful for his consideration. When he finishes with a score of 89, he holds the mic out for you. “It’s your turn,” he says. You simply stare at it hesitantly, until a hand is placed on your shoulder, causing your head to snap to the side.

You meet Namjoon’s comforting dimple smile as he urges you to take the mic. You reluctantly take it from Jungkook, nervously turning it in your hands. Seeing the hesitance in your actions, Namjoon stands from the couch, grabbing a mic for himself. “Would it be easier if I sang with you?” he asks. You nod gratefully, shyly smiling as he pulls you up from the couch.

You stand next to him as he scrolls through the song options. Turning to look at you, he asks, “What song would you like to sing?” You shake your head as you shrug. “I don’t mind,” you say, “Pick whatever you’d like.” He nods, turning back to the screen. He picks an English song, and your hands start to get sweaty as the countdown appears on the screen.

You miss the first few words as you hesitate to sing, but Namjoon takes the lead, slowly encouraging you to join in. Although his singing was off-key, you smile as you join in, trying your best to just focus on the music. But as you stare into his eyes, it feels like you two are the only ones in the room and you’re able to sing freely even though his voice overpowers yours. He smiles as you two sing together, the other members dancing along.

He suddenly stops singing, pulling his mic down as he watches you. You look at him in confusion, lowering your mic as well, but he’s quick to lift it back to your lips. “Keep going,” he says, giving you a supportive smile. Your voice shakes as you sing the next line, but as you look around the room to see all the members happily dancing and singing along, you gain the confidence to sing a bit louder.

Namjoon watches you proudly as you let the music take over, singing like there was no one else in the room. When you finish the song, a score of 95 appears on the screen as the boys cheer for you. Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist, lifting and spinning you around in celebration. You laugh happily as he places you down, the rest of the members surrounding you to ruffle your hair and praise you.

“You said you couldn’t sing!” Yoongi whines and points at you accusingly. You laugh awkwardly as you rub the back of your neck. “I guess I have some good days,” you say shrugging. “Have more confidence in yourself,” Namjoon scolds you, “You have a beautiful voice.” You blush, flustered by all the praise and compliments they were giving you.

But they gave you the confidence you needed to sing and dance along with them as they sang the night away. After a couple of hours, everyone was exhausted, except for Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin who were still singing. Jin would join them occasionally before retreating back to the couch to take a break.

You sit beside Namjoon as he watches them like a proud dad. You sway slightly as you listen to their beautiful voices. Once they sang to their heart’s content, Namjoon stands up from the couch. “Shall we head back now?” he asks. Everyone nods, finishing their drinks and gathering their things.

“Did you have fun today?” Namjoon asks you. You nod, smiling as recall all the events of today. “Of course! Today has probably been the best day of my life,” you admit. You bow deeply to them, coming back up to smile at them brightly. “Thank you so much for inviting me! I had so much fun!” you tell them. They return your smile, waving off your thanks. “You don’t have to thank us,” Yoongi says. “We had fun too!” Hoseok adds.

As you walk outside the karaoke place, you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to conserve your warmth. You didn’t think you would be out this late so you weren’t dressed for the cold of the night. Noticing you were shivering, Namjoon shrugs off his coat, placing it over your shoulders.

You were suddenly engulfed by something warm and soft, you turn to find Namjoon with no coat on. You’re about to protest and give his coat back, but he’s quick to stop you. He pulls it tighter around your form, making sure you’re bundled up properly. “What about you?” you ask in concern. He simply shrugs, “I’m used to the cold. Besides, you look cute in my coat,” he tells you with a smirk. You blush, looking the other way to hide your flustered face. “Thank you,” you mumble, although you weren’t sure if you were thanking him for the coat or for the compliment.

He makes his way to the car, but he looks back in confusion when you don’t follow him. “You coming?” he asks. You shake your head, “Oh no, it’s already late, I don’t want to bother you. My hotel’s not that far from here,” you lie. They’ve already done so much for you and didn’t want to bother them anymore. He shakes his head at you, grabbing your hand before dragging you towards the van.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk alone at this time,” he tells you as he waits for you to get in the van. You pout at him, but you can tell he’s adamant about not letting you walk home. With a huff, you climb into the van. Namjoon climbs in behind you, taking the seat next to you. You tell the driver the address of your hotel before you start the drive back. 5 minutes into the drive, your head starts bobbing as your eyelids start to feel heavy. You try to fight it, but eventually, you give in, your eyelids too heavy to keep open any longer.

When he feels a weight on his shoulder, Namjoon turns to find you asleep on his shoulder. He smiles fondly at you as you snore quietly. The rest of the members smile at how adorable you looked and at how cute you and Namjoon were together. “Let her sleep,” Namjoon tells them, “She’s had a long day.”

When they arrive outside your hotel, Namjoon gently shakes you awake. You rub your eyes as you yawn and sit up, still half asleep. “We’re here,” Namjoon tells you, chuckling at your sleepy state. Hearing his voice makes you remember where you were, causing you to snap fully awake. You look around at all of them with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry,” you immediately apologize, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“It’s okay, we shouldn’t have kept you out this long,” he tells you. “Come on, I’ll walk you in.” You nod, smiling and waving to the rest of the boys and bidding them goodnight as you step out of the van. It’s silent as you and Namjoon stand in the elevator, but it’s a comfortable silence. The elevator dings as the doors open, and you step out into the hallway. Namjoon walks you all the way to your door, making sure that you get home safely.

“Thank you again, for everything. I never would have gotten to meet everyone if it wasn’t for you,” you tell him. “It was my pleasure, really. And they enjoy your company as well,” he says. He stands there awkwardly like he has something to say.

“So,” he trails on, “When are you leaving?” he asks curiously. “My flight back is scheduled for Monday,” you tell him. “We have a few days off, so maybe I could show you around?” he suggests hopefully, to which you respond with a nod. “I’d like that,” you tell him with a smile. You give each other your phones, exchanging numbers.

“Great,” he says, “I’ll let you go now, you need to rest. I can come pick you up tomorrow at noon?” he asks. “Sounds perfect!” you say happily. He smiles his dimple smile, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight y/n,” he says. “Goodnight Namjoon,” you say as your lips curl into a smile.

You wave and smile at him as the elevator doors close before walking into your room. When you’re about to change into your pajamas, you suddenly realize you still had Namjoon’s jacket on. You panic before remembering you would see him tomorrow, so you could just give it to him then. But a part of you still worries that he would be cold now. Hanging it neatly on the back of a chair, you brush your teeth and do your nightly routine before climbing into bed. You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow, exhausted after such an eventful day.

As soon as the elevator doors close, Namjoon takes a deep inhale, forgetting how to breathe. What were you doing to him? It was just a kiss on the forehead, and yet his heart was beating out of his chest. He tries to calm his racing heart as the elevator descends back down to the ground floor. Pulling his cap down over his face, he walks through the lobby and back to the car. As he climbs back into the van, the rest of the members stare at him expectantly. “So?” Jin asks with a raised eyebrow. “So?” Namjoon asks back.

“Did you ask her out?”

“Did you kiss???”

“Did you propose?!”

Their outrageous questions cause him to choke on air, forcing him into a coughing fit. Hoseok starts slapping Namjoon’s back, trying to calm his coughing fit. “I just offered to show her around,” he says once he recovers. “I’ll pick her up tomorrow at noon.” The boys nod, happy that Namjoon found someone that made him happy. “I also... kissed her,” he adds.

“Huh?!?!” Taehyung says loudly, eyes blown wide as he stares at the leader. “You did what?!” Jin yells at Namjoon, straining so much the veins in his neck were visible. All the members’ eyes stare at Namjoon with shocked faces, but he’s quick to clarify. “It was just on the forehead!” he explains, frantically waving his hands in front of him. “Yah!” Jin smacks him on the arm, “You can’t just say that!”

The rest of the car ride is quiet, with most of the members asleep or having small conversation. Namjoon’s eyes are unfocused as he stares out the window, watching buildings pass by as he thinks about tomorrow. He should be used to unsure situations like these. Actually, he mostly was used to feelings of nervousness, anticipation and uncertainty. But you made him feel like 1000 butterflies had erupted in his stomach in the best way possible.

Arriving back at their home, everyone washes up and gets ready for bed. They all bid each other goodnight before retiring into their rooms for the night. But Namjoon remains in the kitchen, sitting at the counter and searching for some good places to take you tomorrow. After planning out the day and taking note of a few places, he too retreats into his bedroom to get some sleep.

You wake up the next morning feeling refreshed and energized. You pick up your phone from the nightstand to check the time. “It’s already 11:02 am?!” you yell out loud. Namjoon was going to be here in less than an hour! you think to yourself. Hurriedly climbing out of bed, you jump into the shower and quickly get ready. Part of you was cursing yourself for sleeping in, but at the same time, you were glad there was little time until Namjoon would be here. No doubt if you woke up earlier, time would’ve felt like it was passing by so slowly as you waited for Namjoon.

By the time you’re ready to go out, it’s 11:49 am. You debate whether you have time for a small breakfast, but your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a knock at your door. Guess that answers your question. Smoothing down your clothes, you take a deep breath before opening the door with a smile.

“Hey!” you greet him happily. “Hey,” he offers you his dimple smile, “You ready to go?” You nod, grabbing your bag before joining him in the hallway. “So where are we going?” you ask him as you two start walking towards the elevator. “I was thinking of going to this cafe nearby, have you eaten-” he’s suddenly interrupted as your stomach growls loudly. Your face goes beet red as you press the button for the elevator. He laughs at your flustered face as you step into the elevator. “I kind of slept in and didn’t have time to eat,” you confess, embarrassed as you stare at your shoes. “That’s great!” he exclaims as you raise an eyebrow at him. ”Well, not great. But it’s fine, we can go to the cafe now,” he says. You giggle at him, glad that you weren’t the only one who was nervous. 

Arriving at the cafe, Namjoon holds the door open for you. You smile and thank him before entering, the little bell on the door above you ringing again as the door closes behind Namjoon. The smell of coffee and baked goods hit you as soon as you walk into the cafe. “Pick a table,” he tells you, smiling at how adorable you looked as you excitedly looked around. The cafe was actually quite fancy, decorated with expensive looking lights and many bookshelves, but it still had the cozy warm feeling that cafes should have. 

You choose a table in the back next to a window to have a bit more privacy as well as a view outside. You take a seat, excitedly swinging your legs underneath your chair as you look at the menu. There were so many things you wanted to try but you were so indecisive. Namjoon chuckles, peeking at you over his menu as you stare intensely at your menu, your tongue slightly poking out in concentration. 

“Do you need help?” he asks, an amused smile on his face. “I can’t choose,” you whine, “Everything looks so good,” you say with a small pout. He laughs before pointing out some of his personal favourites on the menu. Finally deciding on your order with Namjoon’s help, he gives the waiter both of your menus. 

Your orders arrive soon after, and your eyes sparkle as your desserts are placed in front of you. You excitedly dig in, savouring the taste before you tell Namjoon, “This is delicious!” His lips curl into a small smile as he places his elbow on the table, leaning his chin on his hand as he takes a sip of his coffee. You freeze as Namjoon continues to stare. “Is there something on my face?” you ask, suddenly feeling a little conscious under his intense gaze.

He laughs, leaning back in his chair as he shakes his head, “No no, you just look so cute.” You blush, staring down at your plate as you try to hide your flustered face. He chuckles at your red cheeks before taking a piece of his food and holding his fork out to you. “Try some,” he offers with a smile. You lean forward, eating from his fork as your face somehow turns even redder. Your face lights up as you taste the food. “Is there anything here that isn’t good?” you wonder out loud.

Namjoon leans over the table, using his thumb to brush off a few crumbs by the corner of your lips. Your face burns even more and you swear he’s trying to make you flustered at this point. “I’m not sure,” he says casually, “Maybe we should visit this cafe again and find out.” You stare at him, mouth agape before laughing. “That was smooth like butter.” He laughs along with you, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll take you up on that offer some time,” you say, offering him a bite of your food. He takes it, raising his eyebrows and smiling gratefully at you as he chews. 

You two continue to feed each other sweets, talking about anything and everything. You’ve never been happier, and suddenly all the sadness and disappointment you felt at the concert and the fan sign feels so worth it, as it led to where you are now. In your own little world with Namjoon, everything just felt right, and you were so sure that this was no mistake.

he forgets your birthday

Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 0.9k

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“Hi, it’s Jungkook. I’m busy right now so I’ll probably call you back later.”

You sigh, frustrated as you’re met with Jungkook’s voicemail once again. This was the seventh time you were calling him within an hour and you were starting to grow worried.

At first, you were disappointed that he was late to dinner, but after getting no response, you thought something might be wrong.

You decide to call Namjoon, knowing he’s more responsible with picking up his phone. He answers on the third ring, “Hello?”

“Hey, is Jungkook there?” You ask worriedly.

“Yeah, he’s still practicing with Jimin and Hoseok. Do you want to speak to him?” he asks.

You let out a relieved sigh before answering, “It’s alright. He was supposed to be here an hour ago for dinner, I just wanted to make sure he’s okay. Thanks for letting me know,”

Namjoon shakes his head, disappointed in Jungkook, “No problem. Happy Birthday by the way.”

You thank him and say your goodbyes, hanging up to the phone. You were looking forward to spending some time with Jungkook since he’s been so busy lately. You don’t blame him, you know it’s what you signed up for and you fully support him, but you can’t help but feel disappointed that he forgot.

Sadly looking at your homemade dishes that have since grown cold, you start putting them away, having lost your appetite. You decide to go to sleep early, knowing Jungkook would be tired after practice and would probably go straight home to rest.

Namjoon sighs as he watches Jungkook practicing. You were very understanding and he could tell you and Jungkook truly loved each other, but he was afraid Jungkook’s negligence would push you away.

He decides it’s none of his business and grabs his bag. Before leaving, he calls out to the maknae, “Jungkook,” Jungkook pauses and looks over to the leader, “Make sure you apologize to y/n when you’re done, she was worried sick about you.” Jungkook nods and goes back to practicing, not processing what he said. A few seconds later, Namjoon’s words hit him, eyes widening as he realizes,

he forgot.

Panicking, he quickly starts gathering his stuff. Watching Jungkook in confusion, Jimin and J-Hope just shrug at each other and continue practicing. “Tell y/n we say happy birthday!” Jimin yells out to Jungkook as he rushes out of the practice room. Once he’s in the car, he checks his phone, finding seven missed calls from you. He facepalms, cursing himself for being so stupid.

Before the car can fully come to a stop, he’s pushing the door open and jumping out of the vehicle, rushing up to your door. He knocks loudly but is only met with silence. Noticing that all the lights are off, he uses his spare key knowing that you’ve probably gone to bed already.

Knocking quietly on your bedroom door, he slowly opens it when he receives no answer. He peaks his head in and his heart feels heavy when he finds you curled up in bed, dried tears on your face. He places a light kiss on your forehead, whispering a small apology. He sits next to you on your bed, stroking your hair and staring at you lovingly, the moonlight making you look even more beautiful. Feeling nothing but regret, he knows he can’t change the past but he’s determined to make it up to you.

The next morning, you wake up to the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. Confused, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and climb out of the bed.

As you enter your kitchen searching for the source of noise, you’re met with a sight that makes you smile; Jungkook behind the stove, wiping down the counter while looking extremely focused. You can’t help but giggle which causes Jungkook to look up at you.

“Y/n!” He says excitedly, throwing the cloth in his hands away and walking around the counter to meet you. Placing his hands on his hips, he asks you with a big smile,

“Do you know what day it is?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Saturday?”

“It’s your birthday!” He says excitedly.

Thinking he mixed up the date of your birthday, you correct him, “My birthday was yesterday Kookie,” you say with a forced laugh.

He grins at you and shows you his phone, “Are you sure? Look at the date.” Low and behold, the date on his lock screen was yesterday’s date. Your brows furrow in confusion before realizing he set the date back for you.

When he sees the realization set in your features, he grins even wider before he pulls you into a tight hug, mumbling into your hair, “Happy birthday babe, I’m sorry I forgot yesterday. And I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately but please let me make it up to you.”

Having already forgiven him, you hug him back, “It’s okay Kookie, I know you have a lot of work to do. I’m just glad I get to spend some time with you now,” you say with a bright smile before pulling away. You place a quick kiss on his cheek before excitedly running into the kitchen.

“Cupcakes!” You exclaimed happily when you find the desserts on the table.

He quickly rushes in after you yelling, “Hey! Breakfast first, those are for later!”