Written In The Pages (RM) CH7

Written in the Pages (RM) CH7

𝄆 Namjoon POV 𝄇

"So she must like you back! What else would she mean by 'feelings'?"

"You don't get it," I grumble, "she isn't interested in me anymore. She doesn't want to hear from me."

"How oblivious can you be?" Yoongi jokes, "they must have said something that made her think we don't want her around. She's clearly just insecure, so why don't you show her how much she means to you?"

I ponder that for a moment, "how would I do that?"

"We should write a song for her!" Jimin pipes up.

𝄆 𝄞 𝄇

𝄆 Y/N POV 𝄇

It's been a week since I've heard from Namjoon. It may sound ridiculous, but part of me had hoped he would continue to try and talk to me. I guess he gave up, just like that.

I walk home slowly, feet trudging against the cobblestones I once skipped on. Along the way, I see the two girls from earlier chattering. they walk in the opposite direction, snickering at a glance of me.

I pull my hood over my head and try to walk faster. eventually, I arrive back home. The silence pulls me in, no one to laugh at me now. I don't understand, things were so much less complicated before Namjoon. Yet somehow, I still feel the thrills. Him talking to me gives me enough energy to do anything.

Then I remember the words from earlier. "They must be doing it as a joke, they would never sit with someone like her on purpose." And my heart sinks again.  I'm tired of this. I'm tired of trying to figure out if he likes me as more than a friend just to be hit with the rejection of a punchline. I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to prove myself to people who don't care.

I need to love myself. Not the version others see. I need to focus on myself, and I can't do that if I'm trying to swim in pools too deep for me. Trying to date someone I can never have.

Trying to find myself in people who aren't me.

a knock on the door pulls me from my monologue. I open it without checking the peekhole.

"Y/N, thank god you answered. I need to talk to you. I know you don't want to listen to me, but please just hear me out. please" Namjoon begs from the doorway.

"How do you know where I live?"

"I.. I followed you home, I'm sorry, can I please come in?"

"You followed me home?" I demanded.

"Yes I,.. look I know this sounds bad but please just give me a chance. I can explain everything."

Sighing in defeat, I pull the door open wider and let him in. Leading him to the couch, he speaks before I can even ask.

"Okay. So, when you left that day at lunch, Jungkook had followed you to make sure you were okay. He filled me in on what they said and everything and I just want you to know  that I truly do care about you. We all do. And I wouldn't pretend to be friends with someone as a joke, the only person who would do that is someone like those two girls who I rejected. I need you to know all this before I continue."

"Okay, well, thank you for saying that Namjoon." I force a smile, "but continue with what?"

"What I've been hiding from you for the past week," He replies. He takes his phone from his pocket, pulling up an app and pressing play. Suddenly, a song begins to play.

He softly starts to sing, "Just one day, if I can be with you

Just one day, if I can hold your hands

Just one day, if I can be with you

Just one day

If only we can be together"

The music fades out. He brushes his hand next to mine on the couch, slowly intertwining his fingers with mine. I let him.

"Y/N, I have been pining after you for so long. If you don't feel the same, I understand... but I wanted you to know. Since last spring, I've been admiring you. Your hair, your smile, the way you talk and the words you choose, how you treat people with kindness, your quiet demeanor, everything. I'm obsessed with everything about you. And..."

He pauses and I can feel his hands sweat from nerves as he fidgets.

"I'm in love with you."

Hey guys! Here are all my fics and imagines so far!

Seokjin

Hidden Behind a Smile:

Y/N befriends a masked stranger who shares a similar interest in her favorite band. As they get closer, what will she discover through him about the idol she's admired for so long?

CH1 - Card Declined

CH2 - Coffee Shop

CH3 - The Ticket

CH4 - The Fan Meet

CH5 - The Message

CH6 - A Blissful Day

Yoongi

Series: Coffee and Violets:

What will happen when Y/N becomes friends with the owner of the flower shop next door?

CH1 - Hoseok

CH2 - Yoongi

CH3 - Visiting the Flower Shop

CH4 - I’m Not Going

CH5 - Not Quite a Date

CH6 - Spilled Milk

CH7 - Yeongsun

CH8 - Soft Rain

CH9 - Love Letter

CH10 - Golden

Oneshots:

The Concert part 1

The Concert part 2

Hoseok

Seeds of Hope:

When Y/N's mom needs to move to Korea for work, she finds herself in a completely new environment. As the boy next door tutors her in dance, what will he teach her about herself?

CH1 - The First Seed

CH2 - Sunlight

CH3 - What?!

CH4 - An Unexpected Morning

CH5 - Your Number

CH6 - A Traced Reflection

Oneshots:

Falling for You

Namjoon

Written in the Pages:

A quiet girl who only knows love as something in books meets an equally awkward boy struggling to find his place in the music world. Is there a chance their friendship can turn into something more?

CH1 - Crush

CH2 - Your Comfort Zone

CH3 - Oops

CH4 - First Fan

CH5 - I Like Someone Else

CH6 - Save Me the Pain

CH7 - Just One Day

CH8 - My Phone Died

Oneshots:

Purple Ink

Beomgyu

Just Pretend:

Y/N meant to ask her crush to prom, but ended up in a fake-dating situation. As more people find out about their "relationship", they find a true friendship. But is that all it'll ever be?

CH1 - Promposal

CH2 - Ivory Petals

CH3 - New Moon

CH4 - The Group Project

CH5 - Favorite Color

CH6 - Another Faded Polaroid

CH7 - Back at It Again

CH8 - I Need You

CH9 - Star

CH10 - Define Love?

CH11 - The Moment I Knew

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Stacy Waters (@Stacy_Waters)

Hello! My name is Stacy :) I write BTS fan fiction and my bias is J-Hope! 5 Works, 4 Followers

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Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH1 - The First Seed

BEFORE READING: The main character, Stacy, has two moms! She calls one of her moms 'Mom' and her second mom (The one from South Korea) 'Eomma' based on the Korean word for mom! This is just a note to avoid confusion. Happy reading! 

I look down at the pavement and notice a cluster of vincas growing in between the sidewalk cracks. They're a magnificent periwinkle shade, and despite the city's busy atmosphere, they grow contently. I wish I could be more like that. I just don't belong here. I'm originally from the United States, but we moved to Seoul because of my eomma. She wants to be closer to her relatives. Luckily, she taught me and my mom some Korean, but we can only keep up a basic conversation.

The vincas remind me of my home, but mainly the garden I had worked on for years. The climbing roses and rainbows of snapdragons, and our weeping cherry tree that I would sit under whenever I felt lonely. I can't find any green here in the city, and my only garden is a window box we squeezed into the balcony of our cramped apartment. I can't enjoy it here. This is not my home.

I reach my mailbox and pull out my recent order. There are no nurseries in Seoul, so I ordered some seed packets online. Excited, I open the poly mailer and take out my packets. They aren't much, but they are enough to satisfy me for now.

A group of idol trainees practice in a street performance next to me. They're quite talented, but I didn't notice at the time as I was too fixated on the seeds. I wish I had, before I bumped into one of the members. I drop my loosely-sealed seed packets, and all my hope disappears as they scatter across the curb. I forget to apologize, trying to salvage as many as I can. The trainees stop dancing and some of them try to help me gather my seeds, but it's no use now. I'll never be able to figure out which seeds are which.

"I'm so sorry, I got too immersed in my dance! Can I help you pick them up?" He asks.

"It's no use now... I won't even be able to recognize them." I reply, tears starting to form in my eyes.

"We can still save some of them!" One of the other boys adds, "It'll just be a surprise when they grow!"

One of the older boys sighs, "you need to be more careful Hoseok!"

"Can I pay you back? How much did they cost?" The original boy said, apparently named Hoseok.

"Don't worry about it. I'm the one who bumped into you, It's my fault." I said.

"But-"

"Thank you guys for trying." I stood and brushed off my knees, leaving the scene. Those seeds were my last hope.

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When I open the door to my apartment, my mom already begins to ask me questions.

"How's the new school going? I know you're not that interested in performing arts, but it was the closest one we could find to our apartment."

"It's fine." I replied.

"Do you have any electives?"

"The only annoying class is dance, I'm terrible at it."

"That's too bad." My mom sighed, "Do you have any friends in the class who could help you?"

"No." I've been trying to end this conversation. I'm already in a bad mood, and the last thing I want to talk about is dance.

"Hey, aren't midterms coming up?" She asks, persistent.

Oh shoot- I start to panic. I forgot about tomorrow. We have to memorize a long choreography, and I can hardly do seconds of it. I don't want to tell her though, because then she'll want to help and I really just need to be alone.

"Yeah." I try to answer nonchalantly.

"So?" She raised her voice a bit, "Do you have any important ones soon?"

"I don't think so," I lied.

"You need to stay on top of these things, Stacy."

I hum in response and retreat to my bedroom. The apartment is small, but at least I get some privacy.

After I hear the click of my door closing I rush to open my laptop. I pull up the video showing the dance we have to do, and feel chills run down my spine.

There's no way...

I won't be able to get this in on time

Still, I practice as hard as I can to spare as much embarrassment as possible tomorrow, though some is inevitable.

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Hoseok's Perspective:

"Don't worry hyung! I'm almost done picking them up..." Jungkook says.

"Don't bother, she already left." Namjoon tells him.

I feel really bad. I didn't even notice her as I was dancing, it was my fault. I get the feeling those seeds meant a lot to her.

I notice something near the empty seed packets. I walk over to investigate, finding the poly mailer her seeds came in. An idea came to me. If her address is on the packaging, I can find her and apologize!

"You guys continue without me. I have to go."

"What? But we only just got started..." Taehyung complains.

"I know I know, but this is important!" I counter.

Without any further words said, I head off to find her.

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I reached the building the packaging led me to. I walked up the stairs to her floor, which was easy to find because this is also the building I live in. I happen to live in the apartment beside hers. I feel even worse now, how could I have already made a bad impression on my new neighbor?

I ring the doorbell before I even figure out what to say when she answers. After a pause, I hear aggressive footsteps approach the door.

"Hello, what can- wait... you?" She answers.

"H-hi! I-um, I wanted to... give you back the packaging to the-uh, to the seeds." nailed it.

"Oh, you didn't really have to. Thanks." she replied, not even looking at me.

An awkward silence forms as we both run out of things to say. I notice beads of sweat on her face, and she seems to be slightly winded. Based on her tone of voice and stance, she seems tense.

Curious, I ask, "So... what are you up to?"

"Oh, I have this assignment for a class I'm taking."

"Hmm. What class is it? Er- if you don't mind me asking." I try to continue. She seems hesitant, so I attempt to lighten the mood.

"It's just 'cause some of my friends, or, I guess other trainees, are also going to a school in this area, so if you're going to that one you might know them."

"Ah." She said, not very interested in my ramble. "It's a dance class. Dance One."

My expression lifts and I get excited. Maybe I can help her! That's how I'll repay her. I love dance, I'm sure I can be useful in some way for this assignment.

She continues, "-but it's really stupid. I hate dancing. I'm not good at it, and it looks really dumb anyways."

Hey everyone!!! :D

First chapter done already! This is my first fan fiction, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for reading!

Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH4 - An Unexpected Morning

I woke up and slowly ran my hands through my hair. Pulling out my phone I check the analytics on my most recent chapter of my fan fiction.

"Haha, I really surprised them with that twist!" I laugh to myself, "I'm sure they weren't expecting for Stacy to actually be the one writing it!"

Not bothering to put much effort into my appearance, I grab an oversized sweatshirt and put it on along with some sneakers. Grabbing my keys and my phone, I leave my apartment.

After a short walk, I walk into my favorite cafe. A few people sit at the small tables outside working and drinking their beverages. There's a long line since everyone wants their coffee before their busy day at work. 

After ordering, I wait off to the side of the counter. My drink comes swiftly and I thank them, leaving the small cafe to begin my walk. Not even a few steps out of the building, I trip and spill my drink all over a table next to the doors.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"Oh, no worries!" The man at the table says, showing me a smile. I notice his dimples as he does, immediately recognizing my favorite idol but too afraid to say anything.

I glance to the table now covered with my vanilla latte along with many papers spread onto the small surface.

"Oh no, all your work..." I trail off.

"It's okay, they're still somewhat legible! I'll just copy them onto new paper"

"Can I at least help? I feel so bad, that's so much work to redo"

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you late" He asks concerned, "It's really fine, I can do it"

"I won't be late!" I say, knowing in my head that I will be late, but choosing that Namjoon is more important than my job. 

"Alright! Well first maybe we should pick up the spill to prevent anything more getting damaged..." He suggests.

I ran back into the cafe and got some napkins. I throw away the nearly empty cup and wipe down the table before sitting back down across from him.

"Ah, I guess I never told you my name! I'm Namjoon" He says.

"Y/N" I respond, even though I already know who he is.

I examine the papers on the table, "are these, lyrics?"

"Ah! Yes!" He replies, "They are, I'm a musician"

"That's so cool!" I reply, careful not to reveal that I am in fact an ARMY.

✿

And we stayed like that, copying the work onto new paper until around noon. Just chatting and getting to know each other. I didn't mean to spill my latte all over his lyrics, but secretly I was a little grateful that fate brought me to him. Eventually we had finished, and it was time to say goodbye.

"Well, I hope your song turns out well!" I say, "I read some of your lyrics. They're really good, I can't wait to hear them in music form"

"Thank you" He says a bit flustered.

"I guess, I'll see you around?" I mutter, a bit heartbroken that our exchange is over.

"Wait!" He calls out to me, "C-can I have your phone number?"

I tell him my phone number slowly as he writes it in, pausing to look up at me. 

"Thank you, I'll contact you again soon" He says with a smile.

"Okay! It was nice meeting you today"

"I enjoyed it too, Y/N!"

I awkwardly wave and turn to walk away. Once I'm a few steps further on the sidewalk, I turn to find him still there, and already looking at me. A blush forms on my face as I smile and give one last wave. Then I walk home, the smile still on my face long after I walk through my door.

The Concert {SUGA} pt. 2

Before we could leave the venue, two guards called us backstage. As we were headed to what we assumed was meeting the members more formally, I became nervous.

"What if this doesn't work out?" I blurted to Stacy.

"What? Our soulmates?"

"I mean," I sighed, "what if he doesn't want me? I can't even speak Korean, and he's busy enough as it is..."

"Who wouldn't want to be with their soulmate?" Stacy questioned.

"I don't know! What if he doesn't?" I panic.

"I'm sure that-"

We're interrupted by the guards telling us we'd arrived at the room. Stacy went in first, exchanging a shy hello with Jimin. I followed timidly behind. Just a few steps in the door, and before I'd even looked up I was enveloped in a warm embrace.

"I'm so happy you're here" Suga mumbled into my shoulder, "I've missed you, even though I'm only just meeting you."

I blushed so hard in that moment, unable to say anything. Just as I was about to pull away he tightened the hug.

"Y-you aren't upset?" I muttered.

He pulled away, gently holding my shoulders. His dark eyes searching mine, "Why would I ever be upset?"

"w-well you are busy with your job, and a significant other would just be a distraction, and I don't even speak Korean-"

"Shhh shh" he said, "a language barrier isn't enough to separate us. And don't call yourself a distraction, you don't know how long I've been waiting to meet you."

"Seriously, he's been moping for months now about how nervous he was he'd never get to meet you" Jimin laughed.

"Don't act like you haven't been doing the same thing" Yoongi said.

I giggled and looked back at Yoongi, being greeted by his smiling face.

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"Are you nervous?"

"Hmm, nervouscited" I laugh.

Me and Stacy were packing up our shared apartment. We were going to South Korea. Did we know much Korean? No. Were we going to practice on the plane before we got there? Probably not. But we were definitely excited to see our soulmates. Or should I say Seoulmates.

Yoongi and Jimin were only able to stay for another day before they had to continue the tour. Yoongi called me every day though, and we texted all the time. I don't think I've seen so many notifications on my phone ever. We planned it all out, and today was the day.

We got on the plane, taking one last glance at our city.

"Do you think we'll like it there?"

"Hm?" Stacy says, looking up from a selca Jimin sent her.

I laugh and begin reading my book. It's not long before I receive a text:

Yoongi ❤️: Can't wait to see you!!

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We knock on the door, it swinging open almost immediately. Stacy walks inside while Yoongi comes out into the hallway. He picks me up and spins me in a hug.

"I haven't seen you in forever! I missed you so much" He pouts.

I grin, "What, even with our daily calls and hundreds of texts?"

"It's still not enough..."

I smile and pull him back in.

After greeting the members a bit, I became too tired to focus properly. I slept hardly at all on the flight, mostly stressed out about being in a new country and knowing no one. I try to hide my yawn, but unfortunately Yoongi notices.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

"No! No I'm okay" but I can't hold back a second yawn.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed" He picks me up and starts carrying me to another room.

"No it's fine!" I argue, "Don't we need to go back to our hotel"

"No. You're too tired, you're staying here tonight."

"B-but"

"If it makes you feel better, I'll be sleeping on the couch"

"It's not that..."

He smiles and continues carrying me to his room. When we get there, he sets me down carefully on the bed before sitting down next to me.

"Yoongi..," I start. He just smiles his signature gummy smile.

"I'm so happy you're here" he says.

"Do you mean that? You've only known me for a few months"

"Of course I mean it! Those have been the best months of my life. I've loved getting to know you, even if its been from a distance. That could never separate us. You are the best thing that's happened to me."

His words brought me to tears. I try to hold them back, but the feelings wash over me, pushing me to his arms.

He hugs me, "baby what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I just, I'm not used to this.." I cry, "I've never been in a relationship before, what if I mess up?"

"You're already all I need, there's no way you could mess up."

I start bawling even harder at that, "Why are you so sweet? My heart can't handle this"

"They call me Suga for a reason" He grins.

I pull away for only a moment to glance up at his eyes, mine flickering down to his lips. He must've noticed, as he starts to lean in. His soft lips brush against mine, pulling me into a long and passionate kiss. Our lips part after a while, yet not nearly long enough.

"Yeah" I sigh, "They do."

Seeds of Hope (JHOPE) CH2 - Sunlight

My heart dropped. No, shattered. How could she say that? And in front of me? Doesn't she know by now that I'm a dancer?

"Well, I kinda like dancing... Maybe I could help you! Er-you know, if you want. Just as, like- to repay you for the seeds."

"I don't know... it's due tomorrow-"

"Stacy! Who was at the door?" A voice from inside called.

"Oh-uh, no one mom!" she responds.

Stacy... It's a nice name. A foreign one though, I wonder where she moved here from.

Her mom comes to the door anyway, and greets me with a warm smile.

"Hello! I'm Stacy's mom. And who might you be?"

"I'm a friend of Stacy. I was talking with her about her assignment in her dance class." I said.

"Oh really? I thought you said you didn't have any assignments due soon?"

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Stacy's perspective:

My mom turns to look at me. The seeds weren't his fault, but he's seriously ruining my day now. Why did he have to tell her that?

"I was just coming by to return something and ask if she wanted any help on it, since I'm a dancer."

"Oh wow! That would be great, right Stacy?"

I hum in response, but it is not okay. I don't know him and I don't need more people seeing my awful coordination.

"You can come in and practice in Stacy's room if you'd like. Thank you so much for helping her!" My mom continued enthusiastically.

She motioned him in. Without any time to clean up my messy room, here we both are. I anxiously clear my throat and he hovers near the door.

"So... what choreography is it? Do you have instructions or..." he trails off.

"Yeah we have a video. We're supposed to like... memorize it." I say as I open up my laptop and pull up the video. 

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He's actually a really good dancer. After watching the video just a couple times, he was able to do most of it. He helped me memorize the full choreography, spending more time on challenging parts. I thought it would be really awkward, but once we started dancing it got much easier to talk to him. 

After going through the entire choreography with no aid from the video for the last time, we both collapse onto my bedroom floor. 

As I catch my breath, I mumble, "we did it... we actually finished"

He's also out of breath, but on his face is a huge smile.

"That was a lot of fun. Great job us!"

"Yeah. Thank you for helping me, I might actually pass now." I laugh as I say.

"Are you kidding? You'll do great! You give yourself a hard time, but I think you did an amazing job." He encourages.

I feel myself blush a bit as he says it. I'm not used to people complimenting me, especially with something like my dancing. Shyly, I give a slight nod.

✿

We exit my room and are shocked to find it dark outside. We lost track of time.

"How did it go? You guys have been practicing for a long time." My eomma says.

"Shoot, don't you need to get home?" I ask him, a bit of panic in my tone.

"Actually, I live next door to you guys! Surprise~" He announces.

I can't even give a response, just a shocked expression before my mom speaks.

"That's crazy! In that case, why don't you ask your parents if you can stay for dinner?"

"Oh." He says. "Actually, it's just me."

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" My mom rapidly apologizes.

"No no no! They're not dead or anything!" He clarifies. "They live in Gwangju. I'm new to Seoul, I moved here because I'm training to be an idol!"

"Really? That must be a lot of work. And it's a big apartment to stay in, all alone..." She trails off in thought.

"We insist then. You must stay for dinner!" My eomma pressures.