⚠️THIS FANFIC IS NOT COMPLETED⚠️
I repeat, this fanfic is NOT completed. I am showing you guys the unfinished excerpt of this fanfic because I want your view on it. I feel like it's way too similar to past fanfics that I have written in this book so I want your opinions, as the readers, on whether I should finish the story, or scrap it and start a new one. I also want ideas on what could be added to the story. Think of it as an interactive fanfic in a way. If one of y'all have an idea on what to add and I like it, I might just interpret it into the complete version and tag you.
In the meantime, if you want more content like this, I have a discord server! You can roleplay or just hang around and talk. It's grate place for you guys to meet other members of this community and make friends! If you would like the link, please message me in my DMs.
Now that the promos are out of the way, enjoy the story!
Author nim out! ✌🏻💜
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*No one's POV*
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"
"Yes!" Hoseok cheers with a fist pump as Yoongi throws his mask on the floor in frustration.
"I want a rematch! My hand was asleep!" The second oldest orders. Hoseok just gives a hearty laugh in response.
"No, no, nooooo! I won fair and square." The dancer teases in a singsongy voice as he mockingly boops Yoongi's nose with a giant smile on his face. The oldest rapper crosses his arms and gives him an angry expression in response.
"I'm not wearing it!" Yoongi insists, as if he had an option, but the guys aren't letting him slide that easily.
"You heard Hoseok, Hyung. Put it on." Namjoon insists as he stares at the older with a teasing smirk on his face.
"Not gonna happen!" The rapper protests again. He tries to escape from the practice room, but the door is blocked by a much taller obstacle than Yoongi.
"Where do think you're going, hyung?" The maknae says with crossed arms and a smirk as he blocks Yoongi's only exit. It's at this point the rapper knows that he's ultimately screwed.
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1 Hour Later
Dance Practice
*Still No One's POV*
"Come on out hyung!" Hoseok shouts, facing the dressing room. The dancer is smiling way too wide for his own good.
With a grumpy expression on his face, Yoongi walks out of the dressing room. He's wearing a blonde wig topped off with a bun, a green dress with triangles at the end of the skirt that's been tailored to fit his form, pristine fairy wings strapped to his shoulders, and to finish the sleek fit off, green boots with cotton balls at the tips of the toes.
The rest of the boys are all biting their lips and puffing the insides of their cheeks full of air. No one dares to break the awkward silence flowing through the brightly lit practice room.
Well..... no one except the youngest that is.
"Ahhhhh, Tinkerbell you just missed it. Peter Pan was just here an hour ago. He told me that he had to leave for Neverland a little early... sorry." Jungkook just has to announce.
Everyone loses it.
Jimin is first to flop on the floor in hysterical laughter, hugging himself tightly. The contagious laughter spreads across the practice room in a domino effect.
"And I thought Taehyung-ah dressing up as Snow White was my favorite costume!" Hoseok bellows out in laughter.
"Unfortunately Yoongi's swag will Neverland from this!" Jin jokes, putting a pin in the artery of Yoongi's humiliation.
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BTS Sickfics| Volume 1 (requests are CLOSED)
FanfictionThis is just a compilation of times when our boys are starting to feel a little bit under the weather.
