Seven Monsters (BTS x Reader)

One: Hush

"No."

"Come on Y/N it'll be fun!"

"No Mike."

Your friend, Mike, huffs and holds his phone up to your face, showing you pictures of a club. "It's one of the most prestigious clubs in the city! It's having half-off prices to get in!" Your eyes meet his and back to the picture then back to his. There are pictures of people raising glasses in the air and getting drunk of their minds while being blinded by the light.

"No."

"You're such a party pooper," he whines, sitting down in front of you. 

The two of you are hanging out in your apartment to study for your college courses. It's almost eight at night and you just want to give up and watch anime or random videos on youtube. 

College is already sucking the life out of you, worse than high school ever did.

"And you should know that I do not like people and would rather not surround myself around a bunch of drunken assholes."

You did not like people, especially drunk people. It was out of your comfort zone and you keep your comfort zone precious. Who wants to surround themselves beside a bunch of drunken idiots who will wear half-clothing, smell like sweat and ass, and an eventual fight breaking out?

He grumbles under his breath and looks back at the textbook. Besides you have a feeling that...you have a stalker. Maybe you were just paranoid, you are just a little paranoid at times. Sometimes you feel like someone is watching you, someone following you around in stores or whatnot. You never told Mike at first, wondering if you were just imagining things. I mean who would want to stalk you?

You weren't pretty, didn't have a lot of money as college is sucking money from you, and just weren't anything special. Which don't take it the wrong way you were glad for that. It sucks sure, but you are pretty sure that puts you down on the lower list for stalkers to stalk people. So your saying is, "Being ugly keeps the creeps away."

Your phone starts to ring and Mike grabs the phone since it was closest to him. It was normal, whoever's phone was closest picks it up and answers if one is busy or whatnot. "Hello, Y/N's phone who is this?" Your ears are perked up to listen in on the conversation as you type away your essay on your laptop. Almost finished, almost finished with the essay. Suddenly Mike puts the phone down and goes back to his laptop.

"Who was that?" you asked.

"I don't know, the person didn't say anything." Odd. You go back to your work and finish up. "Yes! The essay is finished!" You cheered as Mike groans, face-planting on his keyboard.

"I haven't even written one paragraph!" he yells.

"Maybe if you got off of Youtube for five seconds you would at least have two paragraphs written down," you said, raising your brow at his dismay.