Btsmakesmehappy

btsmakesmehappy

This is just so cute!! I just can’t believe you leave us with that cliffhanger. Well, not really, but still! I hope I can see their story more! I’m pretty much blown away. My first comment wow! Thank you so much for leaving a comment, I didn’t expect my vent to have had such a response haha. I’m glad you enjoyed it ^^ I’ll try to continue, I still have a few things I need to clear out of my system regarding my current living conditions *cough stupid apartment manager cough* Thank you again and hope you have a great day! 💜

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Pairing: JungkookxReader Genre: Supernatural themes with a hint of fluff Word Count: 1,428 Disclaimers: None Summary: You have a gift and you knew it was up to you to use it. No one would believe you and you knew from experience it was a waste of time convincing them. The new school you transferred to unsettled you greatly and you were sure it had to do with what was in the basement. Now, if only you could be left alone to do what you did best. Slaying.  Author’s note: I was inspired and had to write it down before it got away. This was a mixture of stories. Inspired by I Kill Giants, the anime, Gokusen and the drama School Nurse’s Files.

Jungkook adjusts his backpack as he eyes the students walking about the new school he had just enrolled in. However, this was not new to him. He had moved around so much that changing schools were no longer daunting.

Looking up, he sees the signs and knows he has to head to the principal’s office to introduce himself. He checks the signs again when he sees someone in a white coat rush past him. He's not sure why but he doesn't fight it when his feet take him in the same direction as the quickly retreating figure.

You, however, you are too engrossed by your surroundings to notice who was now following you. Cursing softly under your breath, you veer down a less frequented hallway and take the stairs two at a time. The signs were all there, yet you had chosen to ignore them. Now you had to pay the price.

You walk towards the locked door. Your hand instinctively reaches for the key deep in the pocket of your white coat. Thank goodness you had the sense to duplicate it. At least you no longer had to find excuses for the janitor.

“Y/N noona..?”

You jump back, narrowly avoiding hitting the speaker on the head with your weapon. The voice, however, did not belong to anyone you recognised. Probably a new student, you thought. You let out a breath you hadn't realise you were holding and relax your grip.

“You’re new aren’t you?" Why aren’t you going to see the principal? Lessons are about to begin."

“It is you!” The student replies and his entire being exudes joy. “I can recognise that umbrella from anywhere.”

You bristle at his words. This umbrella was a blessed weapon. How dare he! You are so affronted by his words that you ignore his overtly familiar tone with you.

“It doesn't matter what I’m holding." You can’t help the biting tone of your reply. "Go to the principal’s office now.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook could only feel that same giddiness that he only ever experienced around you. Every birthday candle and shooting star became a fervent wish to see you again and now you were in front of him. It took him every ounce of effort to stop himself from hugging you.

You looked at the strange giddy expression on his face, and you couldn't help but think maybe you should enquire about his state of health.

Jungkook curled into himself tighter. The boys took a step closer, the circle around him tighter than ever. Jungkook held back a sob. There was nowhere to go or anywhere to hide. He hated it, hated being the new kid in the neighbourhood but he had no choice. It was his father’s job that required his family to move so often. He missed his friends and his teachers at his previous school.

“Ouch!”

The sudden shout of pain surprised Jungkook, and he looked up. There was now a girl much older than himself standing and watching. The tallest of the group rubs the back of his head before glaring at her.

Jungkook thinks the girl would be intimidated by the glare, but she only takes another step forward. “You boys better scram or else."

The tallest boy stops rubbing his head. "Or else what?" He sneers, unimpressed by her threat.

The girl pulls out something from behind her. "Or else, I'll make you wish you had never been born.”

At the sight of something in her hands, the boys turn and walk away. Who cares about the new boy anyway? There were others they could have fun with.

Jungkook looks up, he wants to thank her but she has already walked away.

“Hey, wait up!”

“Go away," She shouts back. "I have no time for babysitting.”

Ignoring the ache in his legs, Jungkook does his best to catch up. She had a head start but Jungkook is a fast runner and he almost catches up a rainbow-coloured umbrella slung across the girl's back. Lost in his thoughts about the random object, he almost runs right into her back.

“Look here,” The girl huffs, obviously unamused at being knocked in the back.

“I am on a mission and you are slowing me down.” She pushes her messy bangs away from her eyes.

“A mission?” Jungkook replies. “Can I help? I’m excellent at seeking!”

Despite Jungkook’s excited expression the girl just rolls her eyes. “Great, but no matter how much you use those large bunny eyes of yours, you will be of no help.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have to explain it to you.” She says with a huff. “Besides, you are too young for this.”

“Am not!” Jungkook asserts. “I’m four and my mummy says I’m a big boy now.”

The girl just laughs at his answers, continuing to walk away from him. Cheeks flushing slightly Jungkook indignantly shouts, “Well, you're just a kid too!"

Jungkook is shocked that she did stop. She walks back faster than expected and looks down at him from her full height. She's nearly one and a half head taller than him.

“I am almost ten,” Comes her scathing reply, “So shut it, kid.”

This should have scared him but instead, Jungkook finds himself more intrigued than ever. “I’m Jungkook. I just moved here. What’s your name?”

Blinking back her surprise at his response, the girl bites her lips to keep from smiling back. This boy was braver than she thought.

“If I give you my name, will you promise to go away?”

It’s amazing how Jungkook’s eyes seemed to grow wider. But before he can hear her name, she turns and sprints away.

“Co-come back! You haven’t told me your name!”

Now a distance away, Jungkook just eyes the older girl in her bright red coat and umbrella slung across her bag as she waves back at him. “I need to find more mushrooms. If you are still here tomorrow, you can ask me then!”

And of course, Jungkook was there the next day, the day after and the day after that. He always went back to where he first met you. After a while, you finally divulged your secret. You told him that you were on a mission to eliminate creatures that threatened the world.

Anyone hearing that would have laughed but Jungkook clung onto every word you said. It didn’t matter to him your hair was never brushed, your nails constantly blackened with dirt and your shoes covered in grime and mud. He had decided that you were cool and vowed to himself that he wanted nothing more than to help you.

Sadly, all good things had to come to an end. And it was the end of that summer that Jungkook found himself sobbing as he told you through tears he had to move away again. You had merely chewed on your lower lip then wiped his tears and snot with your shirt.

It was only leaving when you came up running to his house. You surprised him. He didn’t think you would bother to find out where he lived.

“Here.” You say, roughly shoving something into his palm then closing his fingers around it. “Keep it. It’ll protect you when I’m not around.”

It was only later in his dad’s car did Jungkook realise it was the white bunny pin that you had always fastened to the front of your coat. Your favourite pin.

“Did you hear what I said?” You question again, waving your hand this time for good measure. This student was taking up too much of your time. “I said go to the prin-”

“I heard you the first time, Y/N noona,” Jungkook smoothly replies. “And no, I want to help you.”

You just stare back at him. What a stubborn boy. “Go away, you don’t know what you are saying. You are just a...”

“Kid?” Jungkook finishes and suddenly you realise he’s no longer standing opposite but right in front of you. Since when had he closed the distance like that? “I dare you to finish that sentence, noona.”

You suddenly note the height difference. He stood almost two heads taller than you. You really wished he wasn’t standing so close now, the uncomfortable feeling in your chest was quickly becoming intolerable.

“Like I was saying,” Jungkook says with a smirk before stepping back. “I'm excellent at seeking and want to help.”

You look at the determined and earnest expression on his face and suddenly the face of a certain plucky four-year-old many summers ago comes to mind.

“Kookie..?”

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. 

When The Bell Rings

Pairing: YoongixReader (?) Genre: Slice-of-life, fluffish? (Yes, very overused but this is my comfort zone) Word Count: 2,229 Disclaimers: Lots of venting, angry reader and mentions of current pandemic Summary: Was it too much for you to have a day to rest? Just. One. Day (no pun intended, lol) Obviously, it was. After a long night of writing your thesis, you had been hoping to sleep in but the world, or more specifically, your fire alarm had different ideas for you. After living in this apartment for over a year, you were not going to tolerate things any further! Author’s note: So there’s definitely some, ok, a lot of my angst written into fic since this may, or may not, more or less have been how my day was. Unfortunately, as much as I wish for this to happen, my apartment manager isn’t this great. (Also, I really want to smash that fire alarm but I can’t, sigh.) Hopefully this fic brings you, who are reading this, some amusement just as much as it made me feel better about my day. I have a few more ideas about this, so when the opportunity presents itself I might add on? In the meantime, please stay safe and take care! “RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

You immediately jolt upright from the bed. As much as you pride yourself on being able to sleep through almost everything, there were no such exceptions for the fire alarm. A glance at your phone tells you it is close to 2:30 pm. Great. You had fallen back asleep after your first alarm but only to be woken up by the fire alarm.

So if a fire alarm was ringing, why weren’t you more worried? Or at least scrambling to leave your room with your valuables packed in a bag?

Since this was not the first time it happened.

Or the second.

Actually, the number of times this had happened was more or less equivalent to the number of fingers on your hands.

Without a doubt, this problem was one of the biggest cons of the apartment you had moved into. When you first moved in, it had looked quaint, not small, and the location had been convenient, so you had immediately said yes. That, and also because, you couldn’t afford the rent of the other apartment you had first moved into when you came up to Seoul. Not to mention, it the only place recommended to you via a friend that matched your budget range.

The ringing stops and you heave a sigh of relief. At least this time, you had been in bed, which was the furthest place from the alarm. Previously, it had rung numerous times, on and off, while you were seated at your desk. It was a miracle you had not turned deaf or developed tinnitus.

As you groggily move about your room, the alarm happily goes off at least another three times. Great, this was turning out to be those days when it would not be just a one-off thing. You really would have to move elsewhere if you wanted to get any peace.

You look at your phone again, of course, no warning messages from the apartment manager. As usual.

He never bothers to explain or inform in advance if, or when, repair work was going to take place or how long it would take. Luckily, rules in Seoul had relaxed a little, and you could escape to a cafe for an afternoon again.

Suddenly, you realise with a groan, that it is Saturday which meant that the cafe you liked to frequent would close by 6 pm. That did not leave you with much time, not if were hoping to get more work done.

Coming to Seoul had been such a momentous life decision for you. However, once you arrived, the pandemic had struck too, which meant that you were pretty much indoors most of the time. No chance for you to explore the capital like you had imagined when you first arrived. Even worse, the problem of your fire alarm had started not long after moving in.

The first time the alarm rang, you had dashed out of your room. Heart racing, mind racing a mile a minute, you had hurriedly stuffed your essentials into a small bag. To hell with those tips about leaving your belongings behind. You couldn’t leave your personal documents behind. Who would be able to identify your burnt corpse then?!

However, as soon as you opened the door, you found yourself staring at an empty shared corridor. Where were the other residents on the floor? Surely, they could hear the alarm? It was most certainly not the lovely tinkling of a wind chime. Furthermore, with a fire alarm installed in every room, there was no way to avoid it while indoors. Hoping to escape the dreadful noise and leave before being burnt to a crisp, you dashed down the stairs.

Again, not a person in sight on this floor.

Where these people not afraid of being engulfed in fire and smoke? Just when you thought you were maybe hallucinating- was this a sign of cabin fever- a door clicked upon and broke you from your thoughts. A female resident had stuck her head in what you could only describe as mild curiosity, and that was when you saw it. The shocking bright neon yellow earplug firmly wedged into her ear.

You shake your head after recalling that first horrific realisation. This problem was either a common occurrence or something that happened before. Either way, for residents to continue going about their life so calmly despite the sonorous wail of that fire alarm was a sure sign. It was not the first, and worse, it was not going to be the last.

You groan at the sight of yourself in the mirror. You had worked till late after being struck by a stroke of inspiration for your thesis. The dark circles and puffy eye bags were not a good look for you. Plus, your hair was looking limp. All signs that you did not have enough sleep. Ugh, there was no way you could immediately head out to the cafe like that. You were very much in need of a shower.

Twenty minutes later, and you were in much better spirits. However, as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, the fire alarm had enthusiastically greeted you- no less than five times. Yes, you were counting as you went about preparing to go out. You were so close, one step out the door and you would be free of this wretched noise. Alas!

Just as you were opening the door towards freedom, the alarm wails. Had you been in a better mood, you would have thought it to be lamenting your departure. However, the alarm beside your ear was anything but.

Seized by a sudden rage, you find yourself marching up to the seventh floor in search of the apartment manager. Yes, this was also initially, another one of the reasons why you had said yes that quickly to this apartment. The apartment manager and his family were staying on the top floor. Just one floor above you so you could easily get help should you have any questions or problems. Or at least, that was what he had promised you. Unfortunately, your text messages had fallen on deaf ears. He always left you on read despite the numerous times you had texted to complain about the fire alarm.

This was it. You had had enough. If you saw each other face-to-face, there was no way he could ignore you. Fuelled by the thought, you indignantly and loudly knocked on the door, outrightly refusing to acknowledge the doorbell, conveniently located beside the door. You were furious, and you needed it to be known. Jamming a doorbell was definitely not going to cut it.

At the fourth knock, the door swings open and luckily you pull your hand back in time; otherwise your knuckles would have made contact with him instead. You look up to see black hair messily pushed back into a grey beanie and porcelain white skin that could rival any vampire or any SK-II model. How could any adult have such flawless skin?

Tiredly, the man raises an equally pale hand to rub the sleep from his eyes. You take in his sleepy appearance dressed in a baggy all-black sweatshirt and sweat pants combo. And before you can stop yourself, you hear yourself loudly asking.

“Where’s the manager, and who are you?”

The stranger sighs and finally realising you are a resident, he straightens himself and greets you with a quick bow.

“I’m Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you...” He squints halfway through his greeting. “What is that noise?”

“Oh good, you realise it too, huh?”

No response, just several blinks. You sigh, no wonder why the landlord never bothered with your texts. You could barely hear the alarm for some mysterious reason on the seventh floor. Maybe the sixth floor was cursed.

“That,” and you pause for dramatic effect. “Is the fire alarm and since now you live here, I hope that you can turn it off.”

Yoongi, as he introduced himself just stares back at you again. “Yes, I can tell it’s the fire alarm,” he says with a brief nod, “but what makes you think I know how to turn it off?" He looks at you again. "When in fact, I don’t even know what tripped it off?”

His reply takes the words out of your mouth. So in response, you begin to remove your shoes. You mutter a quick, "Can I come in?" And despite his lack of a reply, you were already pushing your way into the room.

The first thing you notice other than the mysterious absence of the ever-enthusiastic fire alarm is the number of boxes lying all about the house. Was he the only one living here? The house was huge. While you had to share the entire floor with five other residents, this man had the entirety of the seventh level to himself. Also, where was the apartment manager?

You were very sure Yoongi wasn’t him. Granted, the first time you met the apartment manager, he was wearing a mask. However, the man was wearing a thick black pair of glasses which stood in great contrast to his bleached blonde hair. Yoongi was very much the opposite of the man you first saw. However, before you can ponder more on Yoongi's identity, you hear him from behind.

“So, what exactly are you looking for?”

Good question, what was it that you were looking for in this man's room?” Eventually, you spy a panel of switches out of the corner of your eye. Assuming that those controlled the fire alarm of the entire building, you head straight towards it. Luckily, for once, your guess was right. Something had triggered off the alarm on the third floor. You flick it off and heave a sigh of relief. Peace at last. You turn around almost screaming when you nearly bump chest first into Yoongi.

“Oh my g- Are you even human?! Don’t you make any sounds!”

Yoongi’s eyebrow lifts at your strange outburst. “I’m sorry for scaring you?” He clears his throat. “Like I was saying, I’m Min Yoongi, and in case you didn’t realise. I'd just moved in." He says gesturing to boxes littering the apartment. "Thanks for the warm welcome into this apartment too, by the way.”

You recall the way you so brazenly let yourself into the house and lower your head in a brief but apologetic nod. “Sorry, as you can tell, no one likes being disturbed by the fire alarm on a Saturday.”

“Yeah, I get that." He says with a nod. "I’ll keep an eye for it. Wouldn’t want any more residents coming here."

“Again, I’m really sorry about that.” You repeat with a slight blush. “Also, you needn't worry. I’m the only resident that will do this. No one else bothers about the fire alarm problem.”

“Huh, and why’s that?”

You respond with a shrug of your shoulders, “Happened way too many times for them to bother? They all invested in a great pair of earplugs? Who knows?”

You see Yoongi's lip briefly twitch upwards, and you are instantly surprised by how much warmer it makes him look. You ignore the tiny voice that also tells you how much cuter he looks because of that.

“Where is the manager anyway?” You ask again, hoping to change the subject.

“Yoonho? Ah, his family got worried about the situation escalating in Seoul. All of them have returned to their hometown.”

That was not the answer you had been expecting. “I see," You say, the uncertainty in your voice evident. "So why are you here?”

“Well, I needed a place to stay and Yoonho had asked me to replace him." Yoongi succinctly explains. “He also said that it isn't a difficult job, and it would leave me to myself. Mostly.”

You know that last part word had been directed at you, but you were done apologising. How many times would it take to appease this man?

“Oh, so does that mean you are the new manager now?”

“I guess?” Yoongi replies and you note how he had begun to pick at the sides of his thumbnail quietly.

You were probably making him awkward. What a great first meeting this was turning out to be!

“Well, then I hope that you will do a much better job than the previous manager because that fire alarm is getting on my nerves.” And with a firm nod, you add, "I do not want to have to smash it with my chair."

“Yeah, I’ll do my best.” Yoongi replies with a smile. You ignore the fluttering of butterfly wings in your tummy. Stupid butterflies.

“I better get going then, I wouldn’t want to impose on you further. Nice to meet you, Yoongi." You say looking at him in the eyes. "I hope we wouldn’t have to meet under such circumstances again.”

He nods as he walks you out to the door. Just as you are about to walk down the stairs, you hear him call out.

“By the way, what is your name? It wouldn’t be right if you know mine and I didn’t know yours, right?”

You can’t help the laugh that bursts forth. “It’s Y/N! Nice to meet you, Manager! I’ll be in your care from now on.”

As you walk back to your room, you can’t help but think how much better your Saturday has turned out.

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Thank you for your beautiful works! And for anyone else who wants, I’ve tried my best to link it to their masterlist ^^ (Arranged alphabetically) 94hixtape avveh bangtaninink cinnaminsvga ditzymax dovechim fantasybangtan floralseokjin fortunexkookie gimmesumsuga gukslut gukyi hayjeon hobidreams jamaisjoons jimlingss jincherie johobi joonbird jungblue kinktae kpopfanfictrash ladyartemesia lamourche littlemisskookie minflix mintseesaw parkmuse readyplayerhobi scriptaed seokoloqy stutterfly suga-kookiemonster underthejoon ve1vetyoongi versigny xherxx yoonia

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

*Important: We have recently done a periodic check to remove blogs that no longer meet our requirements so that our members page doesn’t get too cluttered. For members who have been accepted before, you may check to see if your blog has been removed or not here! For those who have been removed and would still like to be a part of the network, you may reapply again as long as you meet all our requirements!

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- We will be limiting this round of applications to the first 100 acceptances. (Please understand that since the form will not close right after 100 submissions, applications that are sent in a while after applications open may not be reviewed.)

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