Hazardous Playground (BTS)

Chapter 1

At last, a simple and fun story, also, a little bit of heartbreak. This is the 3rd story in Ami's series, which means BTSxreader. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

To be honest, I am so excited to write this story and my other two. But, I am worried that I might lose motivation and unable to complete my stories which I categorised it as The Ami's series. I badly wanted to tell you just the plots because writing and polishing it makes me cry, while writing the plots excites me (I am so excited because of the plots actually, not the way I write it, and I pretty much sure that I have killed the fun in my own stories, killing the exciting plots) I am hating myself, yet I love myself. I apologised. I wish I could kill this self-low esteem. Nevertheless, this story must go on, and I hope I don't get tired of this. P.S. After the first half of chapter 1, my writing is gonna be childish and lacking, but I'll try to write better. Like I said, polishing makes me cry. >.<

Yosh, let's start! Haha

Please showers me with feedbacks! T.T

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C H A P T E R  1

Our first
Met

Ignoring the feeling of their energy keeps draining, the seven exhausted looking boys continuing approaching towards the door of their worth KRW$7 million apartment.

Their faint footsteps moving right, left, right and left, as it bounds up, down, up and down against the creamy-oreo looking marble ceramic, was echoing throughout the second floor, as half of them were sighing while the other were yawning, parting their mouth against their cold and feminine palms.

One by one of them were stopping at their paces when Tae halted right in front of the door.

He had his half eyes opened, as he was staring down while reaching out his right crescent fist towards the black and glossy door look, and stopped, as his knuckles touches against the cold sensation on the attached vertical and rectangular machine.

Swiping it over to the left, resulted a pad which consists of dim blue limited numbers from zero to nine and a word (enter) written at the bottom appeared, he pressed down on the numbers of double one, a three and a five, and pressed down enter, resulted a short sounds chimed out of it, as its indicates the door being unlocked.

Putting weighs of his upper body on the left side-bicep, he leaned on, and pushed opened the door, letting out a soft grunt through his mouth, as the others started to groan gibberish, as their way of expressing happiness and gratefulness arrived home, couldn't wait to snuggle up in beds.

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❁Continue to part 2❁

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[PUBLISHED: Tuesday, 22nd June 2021, 12:10 PM]