Better To (re)Set Collection 1 - Friday The 13th

Better To (re)Set Collection 1 - Friday the 13th

Friday. 2020.03.13

I tried, really, I tried hard not to rely on it. Honestly though, if anyone could do what I do, they would probably have more ambitious plans than mine. Like take over the world, win the lottery, stop the current pandemic, hide that Cristiano Ronaldo statue and the list goes on. Yet, I can’t even help myself.

Today, I walked into that café. Yep, the one just down from my apartment, in my brand-new heels. Sounds silly, but hearing them clicking on the wooden floor made me feel really good about my purchase. Obviously, it didn’t last. Maybe I should have been warier on Friday the 13th... 

The loud chiming of the golden bell on the door of your favourite café was nothing compared to the loud pit-pats of your heart.

"Welcome to The Daydream!" Came the equally loud and bright voice from behind the counter.

Immediately you feel the smile growing on your face. You walk forward in your best saunter, ignoring the slight wobble of your ankles or the pinch on your heels.

"Welcome back, Ms Y/N! Will you be having your regular or would you like to try our daily surprise today?"

"Why don't you surprise me today?" You reply, surprising yourself when you actually winked back.

Probably taken aback by what you just did, you swear his usual snappy replies takes a little longer than usual.

"Er- Sure thing! I have just the thing! Would you like whipped cream?"

"As I said, surprise me!"

You drum your fingers on the table, as you watch him prepare the drink from behind the counter. You had a good feeling and in your new heels, you felt invincible. Nothing was going to stop you today.

"Here you go, one Sunshine Daydream with whipped cream."

You look at the drink, a bright lemon yellow mixed with swirls of dark blue and topped with a generous amount of fluffy whipped cream. It really looked as beautiful as its namesake.

Just as you take out your card to pay, he cuts in, "This one's on the house."

You look up completely taken aback. When you had said, "Surprise me", you were not hinting at a free drink. That definitely wasn't your intention at all. Unsure what to do, you hastily mumble your thanks reaching for your drink just as he reaches out to pass you your drink. At the unexpected skin contact, you immediately release the drink and found yourself abruptly turning a 180 to face the exit.

Maybe it was because you turned too fast, maybe it was because you weren't used to your heels, maybe it was because you had panicked, again. Whatever the reason, you suddenly found yourself prone on the floor, the wind completely knocked out of you and a throbbing ache from... somewhere.

Just as you were contemplating if it was better to lay still and wait for the ground to swallow you whole or crawl out the exit, an unrecognisable, high-pitched sound came from behind. Before you could turn around to discern it, you feel something cold and sticky trickle down your back and you involuntarily shriek at the sensation.

"Oh m..! Ms Y/N I- I'm so sorry it was an accident! I didn't mean to, you just suddenly an-and the drink flew out of my hand and- are you alright!?!"

A warm arm wrapped itself around your waist and the world instantly righted itself.

"I'm so so sorry,” He continued, “I have a spare set of uniforms. You can borrow mine first if you need it and there's a clinic nearb-"

Despite the sincere wish to help you, you obstinately refuse to look him in the eyes.

"Just tell me where the toilet is and I'll be fine."

He rushes to escort you down to the washroom, but you politely and firmly decline his repeated offers.

You hobble down to the washroom, ignoring the cold, wet patch sticking to your back and feeling glad that you had at least kicked off those devil incarnate heels. Once you get to the bathroom, everything will be alright.

You give yourself a once-over in the mirror. Ok, no bruises on the face, hair an absolute mess and despite the complete and utter annihilation of your pride. You were going to survive. Sadly. With speed you didn't know you possessed, you lock the door and turn off the lights. Now there was only one thing on your mind. 7:30am. The time you had woken up this morning.

With that last thought, you take in your darkened surroundings and close your eyes. Just as soon as you had closed your eyes and remembered the sound of your alarm waking you, it was done. You open your eyes and find yourself in your wardrobe. Ignoring the throbbing of what you identify to be your right ankle, you dive face down straight into the safety of your bed. Well at least, now you know you wouldn’t be wearing those heels for a while. Or maybe just heels.

2AM

You winced slightly at the momentary twinge. Why were your cramps so painful this month? It had never been this uncomfortable before. You reached over for your tumbler. Warm liquids always helped. Unfortunately, you had forgotten you had emptied your tumbler a good 15 minutes ago.

Groaning, you begrudgingly got to your feet. It was late, surely no one would be awake at this time. You had recently moved to a new place which was so much more affordable. However, affordable also meant that you had to share a cosy kitchen with your other neighbours on the 7th floor. Not that you were complaining since you ate out more often and preferred not to cook. Having a private kitchen was the least of your worries. Except now. Now, you really wished you had a water dispenser or a kettle all to yourself instead of having to walk down to the kitchen. You looked down at your favourite comfy loungewear. It really doesn’t matter right? No one was going to see you. Plus, even though it had been almost three weeks since you had moved in, weirdly enough, you had not once bumped into or met any of your neighbours.

Armed with your tumbler and a firm resolve, you head down the hall towards the kitchen. You were about halfway done when a familiar melody announced the entrance of a neighbour on your floor. Suddenly, you not-so-conveniently recalled the security camera that could see you in the kitchen add on the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra plus you might actually meet your neighbour now. CRAP!

You self-consciously hunched while simultaneously trying to will the water dispenser to do its job faster. Maybe you were stressing over nothing, it could be a female that lived on the same floor. A fellow female wouldn't bother to look, given the hour. And at this hour, male or female, absolutely no one would engage in small, neighbourly chit-chat. With that in mind, you began to relax more. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you did not notice the figure that had moved to stand at your five o’clock. Of course, neither did you realise that they had also unscrewed their own bottle while waiting for their turn at the water dispenser.

Unfortunately, you turned and near collided with them. The scream that accompanied it was just as spectacular as the small amount of water that splashed itself over your top. So cold!

“Sorry! I came to get some hot water before heading back. Are you alright?” You hunched even more at the very apologetic yet undoubtedly masculine voice. Great. Just. Great.

“Yeah, I’m fine." You mumble. "If you could just move out of the way that would be great. Thanks.”

Stubbornly avoiding eye contact, you attempt to push past him but to no avail. The man was also determinedly mirroring your every attempt.

“Will you please..!” You swallow back the rest of your sentence with a gulp at the pair of round eyes that look back.

“I’m really sorry about that.” He repeats as he hands you a piece of kitchen towel. “Here, for your...”

You find yourself freezing up at his words. Did he- was he able to?

Immediately, you launch into a tirade of defensive retorts, “I didn’t mean to... It’s so late... and who would- why, how come you’re coming back this late anyway?!”

“Wow.” He said and if possible, looking more surprised than before. “I- I was working on something in the studio...” He trailed off uncertainly before looking back. “... Have you considered rapping before?”

It’s your turn to look at him in utter befuddlement and confusion. What was this man talking about? You cast a quick once-over at him. A baggy all-black outfit that revealed shockingly pale skin. A black mask no longer in its proper place, but worn under the chin and dark brown hair tucked under a grey beanie. What stood out were the dark circles that contrasted starkly with his complexion.

Now you were annoyed past caring. Who cares about the state of your clothes or how much you may (or may not) have exposed to your neighbour? You unceremoniously shoved past him with a huff and marched back to your room. The confused look on your neighbour’s face lost on your retreating form. It was time to seriously consider getting your own kettle.

Hit It

Pairing: NamjoonxReader Genre: Fluffish, Angsty-ish?, Crime Word Count: 997 Disclaimers: None Summary: Hit It, the latest audition programme brainchild of entertainment mogul, Hitman Bang, has been threatened by a serial bomber. Of course, it is up to the police to stop the bomber. The catch? Only female rappers are allowed to join and you suddenly find yourself part of the programme all thanks to your over-zealous colleague, Namjoon, who is now in charge of this case.  Author’s note: A scene inspired by the awesome movie, Miss Congeniality

To say you were angry was putting things way too lightly. On the inside, you were positively seething. You take another glance to your left and storm out of the room. In your current state, you did not want to have to deal with the consequences of not being able to hold back your tongue.

You had barely taken three steps out of the room when a tug around your wrist halts you in your stride.

“Come on, Y/N. Be reasonable, you know how long I have wanted to lead my op.”

“Oh really?” You hear the volume of your voice rising and you really couldn’t care less about who you might disturb now. “So it’s my fault now? And who was the one who had sent me to do this huh?”

Namjoon drops your wrist and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I know how hard you’ve worked on this-”

“Yeah?” You interject. “So you of all people should know clearly that what I said back there was correct!” You were practically shouting now. You really couldn’t care less which of the other participants’ beauty sleep you were disturbing.

“Come on, Joon." Seeing no response, you add on, "You could have said something, anything! No, all you did was stand!"

Maybe it was the nickname, the tired tone inflected in your voice or that brief look in your eyes that showed how disappointed you were. Namjoon was unsure it made him feel something but one blink and your eyes took on a hard stare again.

“I’m done, Agent Kim. You have to pack up and I have to prepare for the final selection for the team round. Good night.”

You spin on your heel and make a beeline for your room. Your head hurt and you were just so exhausted from everything.

You don’t know how many hours it has been since you had stormed back to your room. You were trying your hardest to memorise the lines assigned to you but they were just not sinking it. With a frustrated groan, you try again when you hear a knock on your door followed by the sound of footsteps entering the room.

An awkward silence fills the room and as much as you hate it, you stubbornly did not want to break it.

“So...”

You turn around in your chair and take one look at the man responsible for pulling you into this mission in the first place.

“I just wanted to say that the guys and I have packed up and we’re just about... to go.” Namjoon ends lamely. He didn’t know what to say to you. Between your dogged determination and the direct orders of both of yours' superior, it was obvious who he had to follow. He balls his fist, trying to fish for something to say but he comes short.

“Go then.” You decide for him. “You heard his orders earlier on. You and the team should vacate the premises immediately.”

“I- I just want you to know that when I chose you for this mission I knew you were the best one for it.”

You raise an eyebrow in response. This was the first time you were hearing this. “No, you picked me because I’m the only one who has a half-decent knowledge of hip-hop and wasn’t on maternity leave.” Your sentence ends with the usual roll of your eyes and scoff.

“No,” Namjoon insists, walking in and further closing the distance between both of you. “That was why they let me pick you. You want to know why I picked you?”

You can’t help that second roll of your eyes. “Lost a bet?”

“Because you're smart. Because you don't take any crap from people. You're funny. You're easy to talk to when you're not armed. And- and I enjoy seeing you giving your best out there, whether it is on or offstage.”

And suddenly you can’t find the right response to his words. You are more than taken aback whether it was because of the sincerity of his tone, his choice of words or even how close he was standing from you now. Either way, for once you found yourself lost for words.

“And I’m sorry I can’t help you more,” He adds on, both hands resting on the arms of your chairs as he looks into your eyes determined to let you know what had been on his mind. “and with the lack of evidence, I can't do anything otherwise I would have fought tooth and nail to stay behind with you.”

Namjoon quickly stuffs his hands into his pockets when he belatedly realises how close both your faces are. He takes a hurried step back. “The whole team would have chosen to stay behind too, of course.”

You open your mouth but without warning, you feel something soft and warm land on your cheek. Your eyes fly up to meet his unsure what it was that had just transpired between you both. Was he blushing?

“Good luck Y/N, just know that I’m rooting for you. Always.” The last word is spoken so softly you thought you had misheard it. With that Namjoon had left the room just as suddenly as he entered. Your hand flies up to what felt like the gentlest impression of a kiss.

No, your hand drops when you feel a slight warmth under your fingertips. You had to concentrate, you were on your own now. Once you made it past the final selection, you would be able to once and for all, find the identity of the serial bomber. With a shake of your head, you push the thoughts of Namjoon to the back of your mind. Three weeks ago, this had been nothing but a joke. However, it was all different now. It was up to you.

And you were going to do everything in your power to protect everyone in the competition... despite your dismal rap skills.

As The Drilling Goes...

Pairing: YoongixReader Genre: Slice-of-life, fluff, comfort Word Count: 1,837 Disclaimers: Lots of venting, anger and mentions of violence for comedic purposes. Also some brief references to the current pandemic. - Continuation to When The Bell Rings Summary: As the saying goes, “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.” You wish that was the problem but fluffy chicks aren’t the latest problem in your apartment. And this time, you are out for blood. Author’s note: I’m back again. So soon? Because I had to let out all my annoyance. Yes, drilling did happen at my apartment and the noise was no joke. At one point, I had really wished very hard for a sledgehammer so I could pound some ounce of basic courtesy and decency into my apartment manager’s skull. Unfortunately, that did not happen and that’s how this fic came to be. I’m praying really hard that there’ll be no more renovations tomorrow...

You had had a great Thursday. You were feeling proud of what you had accomplished. Not only had you completed one assignment, but you were also already halfway through finishing the second one. Things were going swimmingly. So it was only logical you had thought your Friday was going to go just as well and maybe, even better. 

All that was left for the week was your final lecture of the day, and you would be free. Free, being relative since you still had a fair amount of tasks to complete but at least, no more online lectures for the day! Plus, the weekend was just around the corner. There was just no way today could go badly.

However, as you turn on your laptop, you can't help the n-th sigh that escapes your lips as you think about your upcoming class.

Online lectures were horrible, and there was no point denying it any further. 

At first, the idea of staying in your room sounded awesome. No more having to wake up early and no more having to commute to the university. Even better was that you no longer had to join the 20-minutes long queue to use the elevator every morning. And best of all you didn't have to climb the stairs to avoid the 20-minutes long wait. Being in your own room meant having all the comforts you could need all in arm’s reach. Not to mention, you were still able to get an education. Yay for technology!

However, as months went by, you could no longer push aside the glaring truth. And that was how difficult and tedious online classes were. It wasn't just the content, but everything else that came with it. 

It became increasingly difficult to pull yourself out of bed for morning lectures. Previously, things that had been easy to put aside were now magnetised to your hand. Namely your mobile phone. The notifications on the screen were never-ending and swiping them away was no longer enough to ignore the siren call of your various apps. There were many days where literally anything else was so much more preferable to forcing yourself to sit upright and listen to another human being through a screen. Like, cutting your nails or watching your kettle boil water. 

You wouldn't call yourself the most sociable or studious person; so you weren't happily skipping to the university. However, months of being in confined to your room were enough to admit that you indeed, missed school. 

As a result, and being in such a good mood, you were determined to end your week well. You were going to do your best and give your full attention in class. Your phone will not be distracting you today! 

But, things never go the way we intend, do they?

Already during the first discussion with your classmates, something had gone wrong. When it was finally your turn to share, the microphone of your earpiece had somehow distorted your voice. Which meant, you couldn't be heard without the accompaniment of static. Or at least that was what your classmates were trying to tell you through various frantic gestures. You couldn’t quite tell because just as you had realised the issue, discussion time was over. Everyone had been transferred back to the main room, and you were forced to shut up.

After your break, you were even more determined to pay attention. After all, there was just an hour of lecture left. All that was left was listening to the lecturer's explanation, watching the introductory video, and then participating in the discussion afterwards. Easy-peasy.

Sadly, from the moment the video was played, the same notification kept popping up in the middle of your screen. Your internet connection was unstable. That had never happened before, and you were in the country with the fastest internet speed... What was going on? Not to mention, it was affecting the video quality so you could barely make out what was being shown. 

Next, came the sounds. That really should have been your warning to hightail it out of your room, but you were too focused on catching up. As long as it was still audible, you had a chance. Or so you thought...

With just five minutes left on the video, you should really give yourself a pat on the back for sticking to your plans for once. Unfortunately, the sounds that you had heard before were even louder now. Through your earpiece, you could even make out the dragging of heavy items on the floor. Never mind that. As long as you turn up the volume, you will be fine. You can ignore all the noises.

Unfortunately, before you can increase the volume, the sounds of drilling pierce through your walls. Without a doubt, it is the noisiest thing you have ever encountered in your entire stay at this apartment. It was easily twice as bad as the cursed fire alarm. And the vibrations from the drilling were worse. It felt like a motor had been installed under your table. There was no way you could hear anything, let alone, concentrate on the lesson. 

There was now less than 30 minutes to the end of your lecture and seeing as you were still in your pj's; there wouldn’t be enough time for you to change, grab your things and rush down to a cafe. Furthermore, the drilling was unpredictable. What if they started up again during the discussion later on?

All the accumulated frustration was enough to make you want to pull your hair out. You were left with no choice. Without a moment’s hesitation, you type out a quick explanation and apology to your lecturer and press the red “leave” button on the bottom right of the screen. 

But as soon as you leave, you can't help but feel disappointed with yourself. Earlier, you had so willingly done everything to end the day well. Now, not only had you thrown in the metaphoric towel, you had even left the lecture early. You were also feeling slightly guilty at having given in to your rash thoughts. 

The drilling stops, and you take a moment to gather your thoughts. It might be weird, but perhaps your lecturer would let you re-attend? Unfortunately, the drilling excitedly starts up again, throwing a wrench in your plans. 

You put on your mask (safety first!) and throw open the door looking for the source of the noise. Does it matter if you are wearing your oversized blue koala print sweatshirt and fluffy pants? 

Walking out to the elevator, you see two men dressed in dark blue service attire blinking back at you. Maybe it really wasn't such a good idea to swing that door so hard. What was going on, though? And what were they busy with?

Your mind foggily reminds you of the new manager you had met not too long ago - the same one with the adorable smile. No, you shake your head. Now was not the time for that. That same man had previously promised you that he would be better. He would do the decent thing and actually inform residents in advance, unlike his predecessor!

So ignoring the stares of the bewildered repairmen, you march up the stairs in the exact same fashion as you did last week. This time, however, the door immediately opens, and there is no mistaking Yoongi's response. He was genuinely taken aback by your sudden appearance. Or maybe it was due to the fury in your eyes?

“Err...” He begins. “Good morning to you too, Y/N..?”

Ok, maybe because previously you were decently made up and this time you have fluffy pants on. But the difference couldn't really have been that much! 

“You promised Yoongi!” You begin, in a much louder voice than you had intended.

He visibly winces, “Promised?”

If you could wipe off his apparent confusion, you would, but you hold yourself back. There was no need to mess up that adorable face. Things can be resolved with words. You were not some savage caveman desiring a throwdown, despite your previous actions. You take a deep breath to try and calm down.

“Do you hear the drilling from downstairs?” You ask, “With all that noise, I had to leave my online lecture. Do you know how that feels like? I’m just trying to concentrate and- ...”

Yoongi stops you mid-rant with two gentle hands on your shoulders. “I’m so sorry that happened.” He says, looking directly at you. 

You only blink back at him. No, you aren't going into shock just because he was touching you..!

 “I would have informed you earlier if I had known,” He continues, and there is no mistaking the sincere tone in his voice. “Unfortunately, it must have been arranged before I moved here. I had no idea.”

“You know how Yoonho is," Yoongi says, and his hand automatically reaches for the back of his neck, a sure sign that he is uncomfortable. "He isn’t the greatest when it comes to communication.”

You raise an eyebrow at that.

“My point is," Yoongi quickly declares at your response, "he never informed me about this either. I’m really sorry that you are having such a hard time over this.”

You look into his eyes, and you want to thank him for being so sympathetic, but the drilling has started up again. If you could murder people with a glare, you were sure the repairmen would have been murdered twice over. At least.

“You wanna get out of here?”

“Wh-wha..?” And you hear yourself ungracefully sputter at his question. 

 Yoongi just chuckles at your response. How is it he can laugh at your expense and still look adorable while doing that, the nerve of the man!

He smiles at your audible huff and patiently repeats his question. Frankly, hearing the question a second time doesn't make it easier for you to find an appropriate response. 

“Well, if you don’t mind heading out to a cafe like that,” He says with a quick glance at your outfit. “We can go now. Besides, you are warmly dressed for the season.”

You would respond with an appropriately scathing remark if you could, but again, your thoughts are punctured by the drill. Damn it and its inventor! 

You hurriedly tell Yoongi to give you 10 minutes. You will meet him in front of the elevator on the first floor. He nods at your suggestion and closes the door as soon as you are on your way.

As the two of you stroll towards a nearby cafe, "the coffee is amazing," Yoongi promises, you can’t help the constant side glances you give him. 

Maybe, just maybe the day will not be as bad as you had thought it would be. 

A little while later, when he opens the door to the cafe for you, you find it harder to silence the little voice inside. The same one that is now stubbornly insisting who you have to thank for that. Damn it. 

Two Lies and One Truth

Pairing: JinxReader, JungkookxReader Genre: Humour, Crime Word Count: 1,388 Disclaimers: None Summary: Your best friend has happily declared your cold war on men over and set up your online dating profile. You are just thankful you managed to get a decent date but along the way you found yourself on a date with another person. And now you have to choose between either of them. Thing was, after an amazing three weeks with both of them, could you really choose? Author’s note: A scene inspired by This is War courtesy of my Netflix binge. Also, happy birthday to Jin~ I’m finally on time with something! Abyss is amazing so if you haven’t listened to it please go and listen to it ASAP.

You fiddle with your hands in your lap. Calm down, you tell yourself, barely resisting the urge to hew on your nails. A habit you thought you had successfully curbed upon turning 10. You catch yourself about to chew on a thumbnail and hastily shove your hand back down. You gulp rather than sip on the glass of water in front of you and find yourself in the middle of a coughing fit just as your lunch date strolls in through the doors of the restaurant.

You have barely calmed yourself and tamed your windpipe when he sits opposite you with a concerned smile.

“You alright?”

You nod with a slight smile not daring to open your mouth. You did not want to trigger another bout of coughing again.

“Not every day a man can say that his good looks caused a woman to choke like that, you know?” He adds with a smirk and wink.

And that's when you start to cough and sputter again.

“I was just joking, Y/N!” He starts, quickly going around you to gently pat you on the back.

“I’m- I’m fine, Jin.” You manage out in between coughs. “Thanks.” You take the proffered glass of water and take note to SIP it this time.

Jin sits back down once he sees you are fine.

“So,” He begins, slight uncertainty colouring his tone, “What did you want to talk about?”

The words die immediately on your lips. Damnit! You realise you are probably looking extremely stupid gaping and just staring at him.

“Y/N...” Jin gently prompts. “Is there something on my face..?” Jin brushes it off by laughing but you note the slight nervousness in it.

You ball your fists, slowly finding your voice when you feel your nails leaving marks on your palm.

“Nope, nothing on your face..!” You belatedly realise that you had awkwardly responded. You clear your throat and attempt to reassure him. “No, there’s nothing. I just wanted to talk to you. About us.”

If Jin was shocked, he clearly hid it well. He nods and you take his silence as an encouragement to continue.

“These past three weeks have been amazing,” You begin and he instinctively takes the hand resting near his and squeezes it gently. “I am so glad that I had taken that chance to meet you and you have been nothing short of...”

“Y/N..?” Jin asks, confusion clouding his features. “You were saying?”

You want to continue but your latest and greatest nightmare had just come to life. And all in the form of the young man heading towards your table. Before you can even begin to make sense of the situation or even find an escape, the man in question arrives and looks at you with a bright smile.

“Hi, Y/N. Fancy meeting you here." Comes the voice of your nightmares. "May I sit down?" Jungkook politely asks.

Seeing as you are now doing a great impression of a fish on land - eyes wide and mouth agape - Jungkook briskly pulls up a chair and takes a seat. He sits on your left, Seokjin’s right and the three of you are now grouped awkwardly at a table meant only for two.

“So...” Jungkook begins. You are so absorbed in your panic that you fail to notice the quick side glances between Jungkook and Jin. “I’m Jungkook and you are?”

Jin looks at the younger man and responds with a curt nod. “I’m Jin. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

When both men turn towards you, you can see your life flashing before your eyes. This was it. Punishment. Punishment for listening to your best friend who had more than enthusiastically pushed you into dating two men simultaneously.

"You are doing all women a favour.” She said with a wink. Your spot in hell was secured.

“Great! You both just introduced yourselves to each other!” You sound like a chipmunk you think. Breathless, tone way too airy and ridiculously chirpy.

“Listen, Y/N. There’s something I have to tell you.” Jungkook begins as he gently takes both your hands in his. The serious expression on his face breaks you out of your panic and you turn to give him your full attention. “These past few weeks with you have been great and I need you to know...”

Before you can respond, Jin grabs your hands in his and all but forces Jungkook’s hands away. You are more than stunned by the amount of force Jin had put into that. You had only ever known Jin to be gentle and patient the entire three weeks you had been together.

“No, Y/N. I have something to tell you. Listen to me first.” Jin says. “Please.”

You want to say yes really, but the opportunity is snatched again.

“Excuse me," Jungkook glares at Jin and clears his throat loudly. "But I believe I spoke to the lady first.”

“Well,” Jin replies turning to face Jungkook as well. Your hands now lay forgotten on the table. “I think it does not matter who spoke to her first.”

“Yes. It. Does.” Jungkook emphasises, his voice dropping an octave lower with each word. “It is called basic courtesy and respect.”

Jin retorts with a loud scoff. “If you knew those you would know that you had just barged in on our conversation."

"Why don’t you just give up?” Jin finishes with a smug smirk on his face. You swear something deadly flashes across Jungkook’s eyes. That same large, round and adorable eyes that first drew you in. You were sure that anyone with eyes like those would could never be anything but innocent.

“No, I think it’s you who should give up.”

By now, you could feel the attention of the other patrons on the three of you. There had to be something you could do!

“Boys,” You say, nervously cutting through the thick tension and gently placing your hand on each of theirs. “I don’t think this is the right place or time for such words.”

Seeing no response, you swallow back the unease building in your stomach and carry on. “Since both of you are here, I might as well say what I want to in the first place.”

They both open their mouths to interject but you quickly add, “To both of you.”

You are more than confused by the smug look that Jungkook throws Jin and how Jin shakes his head at Jungkook’s expression. You want to comment on it but at that moment, your cellphone chooses to ring loudly. You see the name of your best friend displayed on the screen and move to answer it.

“Hi Y/N,” You still upon hearing an unfamiliar male voice. “Listen carefully. You see the two men at your table now?”

You nod but realise he couldn’t see you. "Yes..?"

“I want you to thank them for their time and walk out of the restaurant." You take an uneasy breath at his instructions.

Don’t raise any suspicions though," He adds. “You wouldn’t want anything to happen to your friend now, do you?” You freeze when you hear what sounds like a muffled shout of your name. You hurriedly end the call and stand up in a daze.

“Y/N?” Jin asks, sharing a worried glance with Jungkook. “What’s wrong?”

Jungkook stands. “Do you need a lift? That was your friend right?”

“Thank you for your time.” You reply stiffly at Jin. “You too, Jungkook." You robotically make your way to the door.

Suddenly, you find yourself whirled around only to see your worried expression reflected in Jin’s eyes. “Tell me how I can help, Y/N.”

“Hyung’s right,” Jungkook adds. “How can we help?”

Your eyes open wider than ever, “You two know each other!?”

The shock of it is debilitating. You want to shout at them for their deceit but instead, you clutch your purse closer and turn back declaring, “I don’t have time for this. I'm leaving”

“Wait, Y/N,” Jungkook calls out. “It’s Jiyoon isn’t? She wasn’t the one that called you.”

Crap.

Jin holds onto your hand again. “Let us help you, Y/N.” He pleads.

“We can handle this,” Jungkook affirms with a nod. "Leave it to us.”

You can’t believe your ears. Wasn’t Jin just a businessman and Jungkook an aspiring videographer? Who are they?

Welcome to ARMIESNET, a network dedicated to the 7 members of BTS!

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