⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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"Just take a deep breath." Lei instructs gently, sparing you a knowing look.
You indulge her by inhaling deeply, but you knew it was pointless. Breathing exercises hardly ever worked in calming your nerves, but you didn't want to say that to Lei. Her efforts were admirable and appreciated. However, browsing through the boutiques for an outfit suitable for a dinner at your boyfriend's sister's home does a number to your elevating nerves. Jimin had invited you to join him and his sister for dinner, something they do weekly. You were uncharacteristically optimistic when you initially agreed. However, when you got back to your dorm room, the thought flooded you with panic.
It took a few hours before you brought yourself to inform Lei, who was quick to outline a game plan. Her first stop on "mission: dinner with the family" was to dress appropriately for the part. The rest of Lei's plan is foggy in your mind, but you go along with it since you've never been this serious with a boyfriend in the past. Things usually fizzled out before the idea of meeting each other's family came up.
"Can't I just wear something I already own?" You ask as if you were a five year old grumbling to their parents.
Lei shoots you a deadpan expression before adamantly saying, "No."
"But why?" You whine out, earning a few judgemental stares from a few shoppers in the shop.
"Because, though I love you dearly, your sense of fashion is that of a twelve year old boy. You wanna make a good impression." Lei remarks, raising a brow at you.
You grumble under your breath as you follow her around the shop. She grabs a few dresses along the way, adding it to the growing pile in your hands. It's not that you don't own nice clothes, but rather, as Lei put, they're outdated. You had a trusty black dress in your closet that had seen better days and may have grown a little tight in the chest area, but it was still wearable. Lei begs to differ, deeming the 5 year old garment as donation worthy.
"You want to wear something that says you put some effort and thought behind it." Lei sighs as she browses through a rack filled with bright colored clothes.
Your panic rises as she eyes a fuschia blouse before placing it back on the rack. You exhale in relief. "And what if I botch it all up anyway?" You mutter out.
Lei breathes out a laugh. "Listen, you're one of the best people I know. You're smart, driven, and when comfortable, super charming and funny. You just gotta stop overthinking and be yourself." She says warmly.
You smile at your best friend gratefully as she ushers you towards the fitting rooms. The pile in your arms has significantly grown, but you were determined to give them a shot. You trusted Lei's sense of style. You were thankful that she had been considerate of your preferences, refraining from picking dresses that had a plunging neckline or a vibrant color scheme. You eventually toss anything that had a busy pattern style or seemed to fit a little too snug on your body.
