Miss Right | BTS SMUT

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Your suspicions grew wilder.

Maybe they're just regular fans, you tried to convince yourself.

You stilled, feeling off but not doing anything impulsive—just yet. So instead of jumping to conclusions like you'd usually do, you just remained on your spot and observed them—well, more like eavesdropped.

"Shall we tell the others?", one of the ladies brought out her phone, already typing away whatever message to whoever the "others" were. However, before she could even hit send, the other girl snatched the device away from her hand. "Stupid bitch! Why would you fucking do that?", she whisper-yelled, her friend instantly cowering at that. "We will not update anyone, understand?"

You sighed in relief. Maybe they weren't the fans you thought they were, one of them at least as she stopped spread the news of spotting the famous group at the fair.

And then she smirked. "Well.. not until we get what we want, at least.", she said before smiling wickedly. "Everyone will die of jealousy, I'm sure."

Oops, spoke too soon?

"Go talk to them", they pointed fingers at each other until finally deciding their sacrificial lamb and shoving her towards the members' direction. Again, it was the same girl that bumped into Jungkook earlier.

Like déjà vu, she tripped and staggered at her feet before managing to cling onto Jungkook—who, yet again, lost for the second time around. Knowing Jungkook, he is a very competitive person and he dislikes losing, which was then clearly evident when Seokjin started happily dancing in victory.

Jungkook's back muscles twitched, tongue poking the inner side of his cheek—he's pissed, but he's trying not to lash out.  You were surprised to see how he properly managed the situation. With a fake smile, he helped the nuisance stand up.

"T-thanks", she stuttered before smiling widely, grip on Jungkook's arm lingering for way too long—too long it gave Jungkook the creeps.

"Can I have my hand back?", Jungkook deadpanned but the lady only gave him heart eyes, probably too deaf to even hear him, so he had to literally tug it away from her hold. "Oh, yeah sorry", she giggled in a high-pitched tone, not sensing the awkwardness between them at all.

Seeing that she's still staring at Jungkook, who was already getting weirded out by the situation, he asked, "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

She just batted her eyelashes and bit her lip, and Jungkook just stared back at her with a tf-is-this-clownery look.

Her friends, who were patiently waiting on the sideline and watching the scene unfold, had to scream at her to wake her senses.

"Karen!", the other shouted. "What are you doing? Ask them now, you stupid!"

Seeing the brewing commotion, Namjoon stopped whatever he was doing and went closer to the maknae. "Can we help you?", he asked respectfully.

The girl, who you now know was Karen, looked like a God had just spoken to her.

"Uhm, hehe, hi", Karen shyly responded, acting all cute—well she thought it looked cute. "Just wanted to ask... are you BTS?"

That single question halted the boys' movements. This wasn't good. The day went by so smoothly, not one person recognized the group—or so you thought.

Namjoon coughed nervously. "I think you've got it all wrong, ma'am", he attempted to change his accent, while the rest of the members played it cool, going back to their thing so as not to blow up the leader's cover.