Written In The Pages (RM) CH6

Written in the Pages (RM) CH6

𝄆 Jungkook POV 𝄇

"Guys! Guys!" I huff.

"Woah, where'd you go man?" Hoseok questions.

"And why are you breathing so hard?" Taehyung jokes.

"I.. Y/N..."

Namjoon jumps up, "Y/N? What happened with Y/N?"

"She went to the bathroom, and I followed her, and, and those girls," I heave, "they were trash talking us and then they started bullying Y/N, she must have been hiding from them, and then they left and she was crying and-"

"I'm going to find her" Namjoon growls.

Suddenly, she strides up to the table. Grabbing her stuff, she bows to us, "thank you for lunch. I have to go now." Her eyes are puffy and her face is red from obvious crying.

"No, no no no." Namjoon pulls her to face him, "you don't look okay. We heard what happened. We-"

"It's fine. I'll see you around." She starts to walk away.

"Hyung, maybe-"

He bolts after her. They both exit the cafeteria. I turn to the rest of the boys, their faces showing equally confused expressions.

𝄆 Y/N POV 𝄇

I run into the library, the only place where I know I can be alone. Except I'm not. As I approach my favorite table in the back, Namjoon is still trailing behind me.

"I said it's fine."

"It's not fine" he says, "I don't know what they said, but I know they hurt you. And I never want to see anyone hurt you."

"Why do you care?" I sneer, "You guys aren't actually friends with me. I'm just your charity case. You don't want me around."

"Don't say that!" He cries, "I care because I lo-"

"Save me the pain." I whimper, "save me the pain of knowing you'll never feel to me how I feel about you."

As if on cue, the bell rings.

"I have to go, Namjoon. Just forget about it. I'll work on forgetting my feelings, and we can all just move on."

𝄆 Namjoon POV 𝄇

She walks back to her class. I stay frozen in the library, orange sun painting the shelves.

"But I don't want to move on."

The Concert {SUGA} pt. 1

I gaped at the large venue. This is where BTS will be having their concert?

A few weeks ago, me and my friend Stacy had somehow managed to get our hands on two BTS tickets. We woke up super early to get them, but hey, here we are! About to see our idols.

"Oh wow... This is amazing! I can't believe we're seeing them in person!!" Stacy said.

"I know.. I wish I didn't feel so tired though. I have this aching feeling in my chest."

"Me too, isn't that what happens when you're near your soulmate? DO YOU THINK-"

"No no no, my heart can't handle even the idea of that," I laugh, "It's probably just allergies. C'mon, let's go find our seats!"

We got to our seats and chatted until the lights dimmed, signaling the concert would be starting soon. The preview video began playing on the screen. Cheers cried out all around us, almost making me forget the aching feeling. Almost. It had become worse, was I really meeting my soulmate? I just want to enjoy the concert, I can't handle trying to find them in the crowd.

"Wait, don't soulmates normally switch-" I was interrupted by music booming from the speakers.

Suddenly, BTS walked out onto the stage. They wave before the first verse, fans screaming all around us. I watched them through my phone screen as they danced to Fake Love. After a few more songs, they leave to change outfits and touch up their makeup. Right as they're about to go behind the stage, Suga turns around to get one last glimpse of the audience, and making eye contact with me in the process. And everything goes dark.

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I wake up in a chair in front of the mirror. Rubbing my eyes and adjusting to the bright lighting, I catch sight of my reflection.

"No.., no no no. What? How..." I mutter.

"Yoongi-hyung! Check out this jacket they gave me! It's so sparkly" V calls out to me while giving a slight twirl.

"I... I'm, uh" I try to say.

"Hey um, I don't want to interrupt but I, I switched and uh, I'm not Jimin?" Not Jimin says beside me.

"No way! He switched? Are you jealous Yoongi-hyung? You've been waiting to meet your soulmate for so long now~" V snickers.

"I'm not him either" I blurt out.

"Of course you aren't Jimin" V laughs.

"No, I mean I switched too. My name is Y/N"

"OMG! Y/N?! It's me! Stacy!"

I jump up and hug her, still feeling dazed from the sudden switch.

"I can't believe we both switched at the same time!"

"I know! And this works out so well! Suga being your bias and Jimin being mine" She giggles.

"Um, why are Yoongi-hyung and Jimin hugging?" RM asks, walking into the room.

"It's not them! It's Stacy and Y/N, was it?" We nod in response before V continues, "They both switched with their soulmates at the same time. Crazy, huh?"

"Wait, but what are we supposed to do about the concert?" Stacy/Jimin asks.

We're interrupted by a phone buzzing on the table. I pick it up and recognize my own phone number.

"H-hi? Is this my soulmate? Or me... this is so weird" I hear my own voice tell me.

"yeah... I guess we're soulmates" I try to sound nonchalant.

"You don't sound very excited for someone who just got switched with her bias" he teases, "I can see your phone background, you know. Plus you're at our concert."

I mentally facepalm.

"So, about the concert," he starts.

"How long is the effect supposed to last for?" I ask.

"For me it was about an hour" RM says. I turn the phone to speakerphone so Suga can hear.

"Well, I can't exactly dance... or rap" I mumble in embarrassment.

"Didn't the staff prepare a plan in case this happened?" Suga asks.

We talk out the details together and with the staff. The concert can't be cancelled, since people payed a lot to be here. We also can't let five members go out without the rest of us. They decided to move the solo performances up and keep both me and Stacy backstage until we switch back.

While they performed, me and Stacy were too excited to watch, even though that was what we came here to do. We talked about how surprised we were and what we were going to do, plans of getting Korean lessons, worries, etc. Before we knew it, the aching came back and we switched.

Here we were again in the crowd, watching as they finished up the last solo performance. When Jimin and Suga finally came out, they had the biggest smiles on their faces. And so did we.

Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH3 - Visiting the Flower Shop

(Yoongi POV)

"Did you talk to her?? Did you like her? Are you guys going on a date soon?" Hoseok bombardes me with questions the second I walk through the door.

"Woah- slow down. We just chatted for a bit, why the rush?" I ask.

"Ah, I should've figured as much." He pouts and goes back to the shipping label he was printing for an order.

"...I did get her number though"

"WHAT?!?!?!?"

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"So she's coming over tomorrow? What are you going to wear?" Hoseok asks.

"The same thing I always do? She's just going to look at my lyrics.., It's not like a date."

"Sure. It's not a date. I believe you."

"It isn't!" I yell back, my face starting to burn red.

"Haha! You're blushing! I told you you'd like her~" He sings while running out of the room.

Damn it, Hoseok. He always overreacts. What's the big deal, anyway? Is it not normal to invite someone over? Or to give them your number?

...Is it?

*ding*

I pull my phone from my pocket and read the message.

Y/N: Hey! Just checking to see what time you wanted me to come over tomorrow :)

I blink rapidly, trying to comprehend the text in front of me. I start to type out a response, "Anytime is really fine. We're not busy."

Y/N: Alright! See you tomorrow then! 😃

I set my phone back on the table. Hoseok walks in, "What was that dinging sound earlier? Did she text you?"

"Yeah"

"WHAT DID SHE SAY?" He yells while grabbing my phone from the table. As he scrolls through the messages, he says, "You didn't even respond to her. It's rude to leave people on read, y'know."

"There was nothing left to say" I respond.

He starts typing something out and hits 'send'.

"Much better!" He replies.

"What did you do??" I reply, panicked.

He hands me the phone to show the message, reading: I can't wait to see you 😊

"HOSEOK!! I would never say that! That's so dumb, she's gonna think I like her or something."

"Don't you?" He smirks.

We're interrupted by another ding from my phone. Hoseok gets to it before me and reads out the message, "Oh? Catching feelings already?"

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(Y/N POV) 

Why did I send that?? I question myself. I hardly even know him, I shouldn't be joking like this.

I type out another message to clarify the previous one.

Y/N: Just kidding. You better not haha

Yoongi: Why? Do you have a boyfriend?

Y/N: I might.

Yoongi: What's his name?

Y/N: Okay, I don't. You still better not catch feelings, I know how tempting I am ;)

Yoongi: I promise.

I set my phone down on the counter, giggling to myself as another customer walks in.

"Hey! What can I get for ya?"

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Before I step out of the cafe to go to the coffee shop, I give myself one last look. I'm currently wearing a gray sweatshirt with black jeans and my tennis shoes. Wow. I really chose to not dress up at all.

It's too late to change though and I wouldn't anyways. I step out and walk a step or two before opening a new, different door.

"Hi! Welcome to- OH HEY Y/N!!" Hoseok greets.

"Hi" I timidly grin as I step into the shop.

"Yoongi's just in the back- I'll lead you there!"

I follow him behind the counter into a large room with long, black tables and shelves covered with foliage.

"Yoongi~ your date's here" Hoseok calls to him.

"I'M NOT-"

"SHE ISN'T-"

"Relax! I'm just kidding. Have fun you two!" And with that, Hoseok goes back to the front of the store.

Yoongi turns around and makes eye contact with me, a small smile playing on his lips.

"h-Hey" I say apprehensively, breaking the eye contact and instead glancing down at my worn sneakers.

"Uh, hi. Here, you can sit next to me." He turns away, his face turning a pale pink.

I walk over and sit on the stool next to him. Despite the large room, I still feel too close. I fumble with my hands and bite my bottom lip. I didn't realize this would be so awkward. Why did I agree to this? And why is it so much easier to chat with him when it's over text?

(Yoongi POV)

This was so much easier when it was Hoseok writing the messages... I tap my pencil against the desk while looking over the pages of lyrics in front of me.

"U-um this- er.., these are the lyrics I have so far. They're pretty new so if they don't sound good then-"

"You read my writing yesterday. Don't worry, I'm not gonna judge yours" She smiles sweetly at me while gently pulling the papers from my hands. I watch timidly as she reads through them.

"These are really good" she says, turning back to me, "but- well..," She pauses in thought.

"You can say it, it's okay" I say.

"It's just, well, they leave me a little heartbroken."

Her words surprise me. Heartbroken?

"It sounds like you've been through so much, and I just," her voice wobbles and a tear escapes her eye.

I rest my hand on her shoulder, "Hey, hey, why are you crying? I'm okay, we're fine."

She turns to me, her teary eyes sparkling under the fluorescent lights.

"I don't want you to have gone through that. That's so terrible. I want you... to be happy" She turns away, "You deserve to be happy."

A light laugh escapes my lips, "First of all, you don't know me. Maybe I don't deserve to be happy."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!! You're a good person and you deserve to be happy! I just know it!"

I gasp at her outburst. Everything, the pout on her lips, the dark blush on her cheeks, her passion, the way she defends me when I can't even defend myself, all of it draws me to her. This is the first time, in so long, that I've felt... loved. She doesn't even know me and yet, her presence feels so warm.

"Thank you."

Why am I already so attached to her?

Am I...

Falling for her?

Written in the Pages (RM) CH5

𝄆 Namjoon POV 𝄇

"I have to go to bed. I'll talk to you later"

I frown at the blue screen. Was that too far? I shouldn't have done that. Now she probably doesn't like me. She hates me. She-

"Namjoon? Everything alright?"

"Uh, yeah." I say, still staring at the phone.

Hoseok takes the phone from my grasp, reading through the messages.

"Woah"

"Hey! Give it back!" I yell, trying to steal it away.

"I didn't know you were such a flirt"

"Well, it didn't do me any good. She hates me now."

"Why do you say that?" Hoseok asks.

"Did you read the message? She left immediately. I should've known it was too far."

"Maybe she just got flustered." He suggests. I shrug. "How about you go apologize to her tomorrow. I'm sure you didn't upset her that much. She just said she had to go, you probably didn't upset her."

"You think so?"

"Yes. Now you go to bed too. We've had a long day, you need your rest." Hoseok ushers me to bed.

𝄆 𝄞 𝄇

The next day I stumble up to her desk. She sets down her book and glances up at me. She flinches and looks away, staring at the birds out the window.

"Listen Y/N, I just.. wanted to say I'm sorry"

"What?" She asks, her sight going right back up to me.

"I'm sorry for the message I sent you last night. It was too far, I should've known you weren't-"

"It's okay! I know you didn't mean it that way" She laughs.

"What way?"

"I know you were only joking," she bites her lip, "people like you don't like people like me"

"I like you!" I defend.

"Yeah! As a friend. Ditto!" She says.

But..I like you as more than a friend.

I start, "but I-"

"We still on for lunch today?"

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𝄆 Y/N POV 𝄇

I frown as I think back to the moment from earlier. Why does he have to taunt me like this? Make me confused... I know he'll never see me as anything more than a friend. I have to be okay with that.

"Y/N, you okay?" Namjoon asks.

"Namjoon-Oppa!"

Two girls run up to us, "could we talk to you for a second?"

"Uh," he pauses, glancing over at us, "sure?"

"Alone?" She asks.

"If you have something to say, you can say it to all of us." Jin says, getting annoyed.

"Fine." She huffs, "Namjoon-Oppa, I like you. Do you want to go out with me?"

"U-uh.." he looks over at me. Why is he looking at me?? Rubbing it in my face? "I appreciate it, but I'm not interested."

"W-well you might have fun! At least give me a chance, oppa." She pouts.

"Sorry, I already like someone else."

A choke forms in my throat. I cough, bringing all the attention to me. Great.

"Y/N, you okay?" Jungkook rests a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah yeah!" I croak, "I uhm, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Be right back"

I stumble from my chair to the familiar beige halls. Pressing my hands to the sinks edge, I glare at the image across from me in the mirror.

He likes someone already? I should've known, she must be pretty great for him to turn them down. They're beautiful.

No, no he's smarter than that. He wouldn't date someone for looks. She probably is amazing. And she's definitely lucky.

"Ugh, I can't believe that! That was so embarrassing"

"Don't even worry about it girl! He's stupid anyway."

Voices of the earlier girls echo against the brick walls. I rush into a stall, hands clutching the lock. I try to quiet my heavy breathing.

"I mean, who could she be?"

"I don't know!" Her friend says, "but it doesn't matter. He doesn't have any taste, clearly. He isn't worth it."

My grip tightens. Wanting to jump out there and defend him. Wanting to chew them out. I force myself to calm my nerves and slump down. To fade to the door until they leave.

"And that girl earlier?" The girl who confessed starts, "what a joke. Why is she even sitting with them?"

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying desperately to release the anger. My face burns. A tear slips down onto my shaking hands.

"She's been sitting with them for a few days now. They must be doing it as a joke, they would never sit with someone like her on purpose."

"After how that confession worked out? Maybe they would." Their laughs slowly start to fade as they leave the bathroom.

I creep out of the bathroom, checking first that they really left. Then I let out my frustrations, tears streaming down my face. I make no attempt to stop them.

𝄆 Jungkook POV 𝄇

I follow behind Y/N. I hope she's okay.. she seemed kinda thrown today. Plus I want to make sure she isn't actually choking. I duck behind the lockers as the two girls from earlier strut into the same room

Oh no...

They gossip for a bit. Bashing Namjoon-hyung and basically just feeling bad for themselves. Then they start to say mean things about Y/N. They must not know she's in there. I urge myself to stay calm and not go in and fight them.

How could they say such things? From what we know so far, she's just a sweet, quiet girl.

Eventually they leave and I move to hide again. I wait for Y/N to come out, but she doesn't.

I begin to hear shattered sobs. Twisting around the corner, I contemplate the idea of going in and comforting her. All before she starts to speak:

"Why... can I never be good enough. Why am I always lacking. Why can't anywone.." she cries.

I start walking in, "HEY! What do you think you're doing?" A teacher calls out.

I shuffle backwards, "what do you-.. OOOHHHHH, this is the WOMEN'S restroom, my bad!"

The teacher continues in. I spare one last longing glance towards where Y/N is, then rush back to the rest of the group.

Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH3 - What?!

I lean back in my chair and sigh as my chapter finally publishes. Two chapters done already! I close my Wattpad tab, get up and leave my apartment.

Exiting the building, I walk the crowded cement for a while before choosing a place to eat lunch. I walk up to the counter and order.

"Hello and welcome! What can I get for you today?" The cashier says.

"Hi! I would like a large fry and a medium drink, please."

"Coming right up!" She grabs a cup and hands it to me, "Here is your cup, go ahead and fill it up over there!"

She motions towards the soda fountain. I thank her and leave to fill up my cup. 

I gawk at all the options. I'm used to only water and coffee, but look at all the choices! Making my decision I reach for the Sprite dispenser, but another hand brushes against mine at the same time.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" I apologize, jumping out of the way.

"No no no it was my mistake! Please, you go first!" A voice all too familiar to me says.

"You first, I didn't realize how long I had been standing there. It must have been annoying," I say with a laugh as I lift my gaze.

"Wait... J-HOPE?" unknowingly I drop my cup. J-Hope had been standing there this whole time and I didn't even realize? His hand had even touched mine!

I bend down and pick up my cup whilst trying to hide my blushing face.

"Oh, you know me?" He stutters back to me.

"Y-yeah! I'm Army!" As if this situation couldn't get any more awkward, it had to be with my idol.

"Y-you're..." I pause, gathering up the courage to say what I'm about to say. "You're actually my bias."

"That's so cool!" He says enthusiastically, "I didn't think I had any fans, haha."

I can tell he's looking at me, but still I attempt to hide my face.

He starts to speak again, more nervous this time, "If that's the case, would you like to have lunch with me?"

✿

After we both receive our food, we pick a table and sit down.

"As you probably know already, I'm J-hope. You can just call me Hoseok, or oppa." He tells me, "Anyways, I realize I never asked you for your name!"

"O-oh!" I reply, still shocked at my current situation. "My name- I'm Stacy. Stacy Waters..."

"Stacy... I like it!" He says.

"Thank you!"

"That's not a Korean name though, where are you from?" He asks.

"I'm from the States" I answer. "But my eomma is Korean, so we moved here to be closer to her family."

"Oh really? Your Korean is really good though!"

"Haha, thanks. My eomma taught me a bit."

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We continue to talk as we eat our food. Even though we don't have a lot in common, we still enjoyed a nice conversation. I feel like we're good at opposite things, like how he's good at dancing and I have terrible rhythm. He's also a very hopeful person (like his name), whereas I tend to lean towards the more negative side of things. Despite this I felt like we got along great, if anything better because we're so different.

We talked long after we had both finished our food. Eventually, it was time to go.

"Wait..." Hoseok stopped as he searched the backpack he was carrying.

He pulled out a pen and started writing something on his receipt. After he finished he held it close to him and continued.

"I-I had a really good time today. It isn't often I get to talk to people outside the company." He took a deep breath before speaking again, "This is my phone number. I'd like to meet again... only if you want to, that is..."

"I'd love to." I took the paper from him and gently folded it before putting it in my back pocket.

He smiled at me, "Cool! Er- Thank you! Uh... See you again soon?"

I laughed at his awkwardness.

"Definitely."

Written in the Pages (RM) CH2

Today when I enter the classroom, something unusual happens.

"Hey Y/N!" Namjoon says once I walk in.

Are we this close yet? I've never even talked to him before aside from yesterday...

I smile and give a small wave before sitting down at my desk. I couldn't focus during the remainder of class, my thoughts always returning to him. Why is he trying to be friends with me? He already is popular, I blend into the background. 

Eventually the bell rings and students are rushing out the door to lunch. I stand and pause to sort out my supplies in my backpack. I hear footsteps entering the classroom and mumbling, but disregard it.

"Come on, you can do it!" A voice whispers, "Just ask her!"

"Okay okay,"

Suddenly I feel like someone is looking at me. I slowly look up and almost jump when I find him in front of me. 

"H-hi Namjoon" I say under my breath. 

"Hey!" He says a little nervously, "We were wondering if you wanted to have lunch with us"

"...us?" I ask.

"Oh! I didn't introduce myself. I'm Jimin" A slightly shorter boy says as he walks out from behind Namjoon, "You must be Y/N then, right?"

"Yeah... wait, how do you know my name?"

"Namjoon told m-"

"Haha, why wouldn't he know you? This is a small school after all" Namjoon interrupts while slightly kicking the boy behind him.

"So, what do you say? Are you busy?" Namjoon asks.

"N-No..." I admit, still wondering why on Earth they, some of the most popular people at this school, want to have lunch with me.

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We arrive at the busy cafeteria, loud and busy with people walking over to meet their friends, talking and calling out to each other. Suddenly a hand waves us over to a table, and I follow the two boys in front of me. 

When we get to the table, we're greeted by five others. Namjoon motions for me to sit down in-between him and Jimin. Though I know who all of them are, I still feel awkward sitting here. Eyes watch me from around the room, because everyone else can see how I don't belong at this table. They are too popular for me. 

"This is Y/N, everyone" Namjoon thankfully saves me from having to introduce myself. 

"We know who she is! I'm Jungkook though" Yells out the boy sitting across from me. 

They continue going around the table introducing themselves. I try to stay calm and greet each person. I try to make eye contact with them but eventually fail, looking down at the floor. 

Once they were done introducing themselves to me, the conversation moved on to other things. I was too flustered to make out what they were saying until something caught my attention.

"What? We have to learn the choreography for it already?" Namjoon starts complaining, "I only just finished learning the last one"

"What choreography?" I asked curiously.

"W-well," He stutters out, "I'm training to be a K-POP idol... We're all in a group actually"

"Really? That's so cool." I reply, "I could never do that. I'm terrible at dancing"

"So is he" Jimin responds with a laugh.

"Hey! I'm not that bad..." He retorts. 

We all laugh and they continue talking about their choreographies and practices. Eventually the bell rings again, signaling for us to go to our next class. 

"It was really nice meeting you today, Y/N!" Taehyung says to me as he disappears into the crowd. 

I wave goodbye to all of them, until only me and Namjoon are left. I look up at him only to find that he's already looking at me. A slight blush forms on my face as he begins to speak.

"Uhm, I had a lot of fun today. Want to have lunch with us again tomorrow?" He asks me.

"Sure" I say. 

Despite the fun I had, the same question still plagues my thoughts. I have to ask him. 

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Mhm" he hums. 

"Why do you want to talk to me?"