This is year 2018 of my slow-burn, detailed story of Y/N as the eighth member of BTS.
The story is as realistic as possible which means it sticks to dates as well as social and idol "norms". This is not snapshots or short imagines, it does have a t...
We'd just finished our final fitting with Gucci on our return to the hotel. Mine had taken the longest because everything had been too big given I'd lost some weight since our last fitting and they wanted the clothes to be a perfect fit. The outfit itself consisted of wide navy denim pants with three gold buttons on either side of my waist, an off-the-shoulder navy shirt with a silk neck scarf and pointed heels. It was a very classy look, quite different from what I had done last year.
(I got it wrong and they were wearing Gucci so ignore Louis Vuitton. Feel this is still Gucci vibes so thankfully it still works lol)
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^The boys for reference
Tonight, dinner was once again a free-for-all and this time, we weren't timing it to eat together. I walked into the suit for food after a long catch-up with SinB and Eunha. Hoseok and Namjoon were sat down at the main table talking and eating some of the chicken that had been bought for our dinner.
"Is there anything else?" I ask out loud looking around not really in the mood for something as greasy as chicken.
"There was tteokbokki, but I'm pretty sure the JK and Taehyung ate it all," Namjoon replies, "there should be some bibimpap I think though. Yoona noona said she got it especially for you".
I looked around all the boxes and sure enough, there was one bibimpap left.
"Thanks," I say before making my out.
"Wait!" Hoseok calls out.
I stop at the entrance, turning back to look at them.
"You and Jimin good? You shared a car back and you've both been pretty quiet since," he asks curiously.
