......."Oh my God!" You dart your eyes open and look at your room, which currently didn't seem like your room. Your whole room has become unrecognizable. Everything, literally everything was scattered around everywhere. You find Shawnie, the calm, shy and innocent guy raging out of anger. His ears were burning red, where his veins were sharply noticeable caused by the intense pressure he was giving his muscle. He was breathlessly running around and twitching out of anger that you couldn't figure out the reason behind it.
You panic due to the unfolded scene. Trying to calm yourself before you attempted to calm the raging beast before you, so you could find a rational solution.
You reach him when he was too busy screaming and throwing your mirror out. You jump out of a sudden noise and cry internally for your mirror. "Shawnie! SHAWNIE CALM DOWN! It's okay! SHAWNIE!" But he kept on throwing and breaking everything as if you weren't even there shouting at him.
You finally give up and grab a wooden stick and just smack it against his head, and in a swift second he was hugging the floor.
You take a few seconds to recover from what you just did. In the next second, you permitted a loud scream to leave your throat. "OH NO! What have I done?!" You cry out
You instantly flip Shawnie over and see if he was breathing. Thankfully, he was. Next thing you check if there were any blood gushing out of his head. You sit back with a huge relief waving out of your body. You were so close to killing a person; if your hospital found out about this, you would've waved your licence goodbye. The second your body recovered from its panic-induced state, a wave of guilt crashes into you.
You travel your hand up all the way to Shawn's hair. You brush your fingers through his silky folds and lovingly pat it before mumbling "I'm sorry,"
You manage to carry his weight and place at the top of your bed. You witness Shawnie soundly breathing in and out, showing you that he drifted into his dreamland again. Despite you being completely unprofessional and hit a human, you just thank God for not doing a serious damage.
While you were admiring his sleeping beauty, you hear your doorbell ringing, not only once or twice but over and over again. I wonder who the dumbshit is You think sarcastically, knowing very well who it is.
You mentally curse at Jimin for ringing the bell continuously. He always did that, he won't stop ringing the bell until you open the door for him. It's just a habit of his. Finally, you sigh, as atleast Jimin can help you to get out of this situation.
You run as fast as you could so Shawnie doesn't wake up from his slumber. You reach the door, completely panting and prepare yourself to shout at Jimin. But, once you open the door, and reveal Jimin's adorable, god-gifted grin you forget for a brief second to shout at the childish boy.
You huff at his childish grin as he kept on flashing the smile.
"Chim, how many time-"
"Scream later babe, now help me with these bags." He shuts you up and guides your eyes to look down at the two massive bags he was carrying. You follow his order and help him to place the bags at the top of your couch. Woah! Those were seriously heavy.
"I'm so excited! I am staying at your house, aren't I? What are we doing? Netflix and chill?" He winks with his boyish manner, You roll your eyes before hitting his back of the head. "Nope. Get lost." You say.
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•Stranger• BTS × Shawn Mendes
Fanfiction"You have no idea, how much I craved your presence. You bring the best of me, and I honestly cannot imagine staying without you~" ~Stranger