Cross-Dimensional || BTS

V

<Controlled Chaos and Escalating Madness Ensues>

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All sense of preservation and dignity had fled the room as soon as those words escaped Yoongi's lips. Echoes of confusion, fear, and panic fitted across each face; with every passing second, Nari was finally figuring out that something was awfully weird. 

"I don't know Yoongi, maybe it's because. . .you're famous?" She deadpanned. Jin seemed to agree with her, and was much more indifferent to that supposed 'bomb' as the others were taking it to be. But really, their faces had been on billboards- and even odder shit- for years. She couldn't recall the last time she walked a block without at least seeing one of their faces or their brand(and she was getting tired of that too).

At least Jin seemed to be normal. Jungkook was on the verge of hyperventilating, and that should be her priority right now-

Nari blamed her hungover state. 

"What the fuck are you on about?" Jimin's wide-eyed stare turned to her, "I'm not famous! I don't even know you people!"

"I've been your manager for two years now, you fuckwad!" She roared. Honestly that had no business being offensive. 

"Oh for real?! My face is on that building!" Taehyung grinned, half crazy and half wonder. The little-not-so-little shit pointed at the skyscraper, which indeed had their faces on it. "Wait- did you just say manager-"

"I can't recall seeing your face on my team, like... ever. Are you sure you're not one of my delusional fans?" The ever pompous Kim Seokjin had his nose upturn, scrutinizing her.

"I've been clean for a while, did I relapse?" She heard Hoseok mutter to himself, and wow, wasn't that an alarming something? She whipped her head to face him, horror donning her irritable features.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, this entire thing is confusing." Namjoon, the one guy she had hoped could make sense of this, in fact could not make sense of this.

Nope.

Fuck whatever deity decided that thought they could do this.

And fuck Sejin for lugging his workload on her ass.

She marched into the kitchen and went straight for the cabinet of alcohol. Searching through their collection for the most expensive bottle, she could find, and chugged. Which was a fat bottle of Hennessey, not even opened. If it was any other day, she'd surely be fired, and homeless. But it was Monday, and she never took crazy shit half as well as Namjoon anyway.

If Nari had a talent for anything, it was bullshitting.

And bullshit she must, otherwise they'd be lugging bodies out of this apartment complex today.

»——•——«

"You: BTS, world-class boy-band, assholes extra...ext-fuck what's the word...none of that fuckin' matters to you now?"

"What's a BTS?" Seokjin slurred besides her.

"You." Nari gestured to the seven idiots surrounding her. The paleness of her cheeks had been flushed with a rosy hue, and her words slurred. She doesn't have any fucking idea why she's here, Nari is pretty sure she can't tell her left hand from her right(She couldn't even do that when she was sober).