DayDream [A Sope/Yoonseok Fanfiction]

Chapter One: March 2020

First draft: 24/02/21. Every Other Freckle : alt-J

Content Warning: Mentions of being under gun fire.

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"Run hyung RUN!" A voice howled in his direction, the owner of such a cry using every ounce of energy he had to push the violent scream across his lips. This scream became a yelp of glee as a flash of light brown hair hurtled past the screamer, a large nerf gun tightly clutched into his arms in pursuit of their leader. The young adult jumped onto the dorm sofa, leaping over its back and skidding down the corridor, his war cries loud and clear for anyone who wished to hear Jung Hoseok at three o'clock in the morning. 

Down the corridor, take a right, through the doors, flinging himself down the flight of stairs and barrelling into the small practice studio below the dorm where his manager, Bang PD and a couple of other staff suddenly jumped in shock at his entrance. Although, it wasn't as if he had been particularly silent in his approach. 

"Where is he?" he yelled, laughing hystericall as the adrenaline coarsed through his system. But before they could provide any sort of amused answer, a second strangled scream hurtled down the stairs and Min Yoongi flooded into view, a bandanna strapped across his forehead and thick splotches of red warpaint (stolen from a stylist's bag earlier that afternoon) plastered across his face in jagged lines. "Oh shit!" The dance leader flung himself further into the studio, pelting towards the back door with a cackling Agust D tightly on his tail, "No! Ow! Fuck! Yoongs no stop shooting me!" He squealed, finally wrenching open the backdoor. But then, he realised Yoongi had indeed stopped firing - something he certainly would not do if Hobi simply asked him too. 

Looking around, he almost dropped to the floor, howling in laughter at the sight of his hyung struggling in the tight embrace of a very giddy Jungkook and Taehyung. Both younger brothers had matching green warpaint across their flushed features - matching Hoseok's own facepaint - and large nerf gun belts slung across their bare chests...also adorned with green handprints.He yelped loudly, scrabbling against their firm hold as both maknae singer's hauled him to the floor, wrapping any limb they could around their older brother, "Go Hobi go!" Tae screamed, "We've got him pinned!" He did not need to be told twice.

The moment the backdoor slammed shut, Yoongi let his elbow fall heavily into his younger brother's chest and as Tete rolled away, spluttering profanities, he weaseled his way out of Jungkook's hold, picked up his nerf gun and hurtled after his soulmate. Taking a brief moment to regain their breath and assure each of them had enough ammunition against their opposition, the two childish singers spun on their heels and hurtled back up the stairs in hope of catching Park Jimin wherever the other team had happened to stash their flag.

The studio elapsed into silence again, all other occupants sporting either flickering smirks of amusement or stunned expressions of surprise, "As I was saying before the intrusion," Manager Sejin turned to the three new stylists, who had just arrived from the airport. Bang PD, nor he, could barely keep a straight face at the sight of the stunned young adults. "BTS are very professional individuals." 

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Bang PD would not ever forget the horror on each of the seven young adult's faces at the news of their world tour. The tour they'd poured their hearts and souls into, every drop of blood, sweat and tears had been crammed into each and every corner to ensure utter perfection. Not only the tour, but their fanmeets, their interviews attended by fans... All their physical interactions... Gone.

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"Boys," Manager Sejin took a sharp intake of breath, his facial expression as encouraging as he could be still unable to remove the glum feeling he held within. Of course, they knew before he said it. They just had refused to accept the idea. "We have to postpone the world tour... We'll say until next year but, I, off the record, will say indefinitely."
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The office had fallen silent, each artist unable to produce a single coherent word. Not even Namjoon or Seokjin had the motivation to try and find something positive out of their terrible news.