Stay Alive [BTS fanfic]

Sanitation Team is Quite Dirty

Bichna still had the bandage on her right hand, but that hadn't stopped her from helping the others prepare the little Nissan truck for tomorrow's mission. She wore a glove over it. The wound was healing really nicely at least. Ritsu had done a good job of it. I can always count on her to look after me, even if we drifted apart in my haste to become independent. Have I even accomplished that? Bichna wondered, glancing towards Mo-sae while they finished their supper.

Their group secretly missed the guy when he went on the water mission without them. It just wasn't the same.

She heard him laugh as he was talking to the banker. "All right, so here's something to think about. The butt. Is it one? Or two?" Mo-sae posed the question, holding up his fingers.

"How do you mean?" the banker asked, confused.

"Is the butt considered one or two?"

"All depends on who you ask, doesn't it?"

"I'm asking you."

What are they on about now? she wondered, sipping the broth from the bottom of her bowl. Why do men think about stupid things like this?

They got deep into the discussion for several minutes, debating the plural and singular. Bichna and the carpenter gave each other a concerned look, and finally she added her theory to the conversation. "It's two. Especially when there's two asses sitting around talking about butts," she remarked smugly. Mo-sae laughed at that.

He pointed at her. "Speaking of. You can wear whatever unflattering work clothes you want, but you can't hide that butt from me," he insisted.

"...I don't know what you're talking about," she said with indifference.

"Don't lie. You must know you've got the nicest butt in the whole parking garage."

She held his gaze, countering. "I thought Park Jimin had the nicest butt in the parking garage."

Mo-sae slashed his hand through the air in front of him. "Disqualified. I'm not into guys."

"But mine is okay."

"Okay? I'm obsessed with your curves. I'll say that right now without hesitation. I wanna grab that butt and kneed it like bread dough," he declared with a frustrated grunt, making a gripping motion with both hands.

She blinked in astonishment, and then snorted laughter into her hand. "Team leader, you're crazy!"

"I'm honest," he corrected.

The banker spoke awkwardly. "If I'm being honest, I also like-"

"I don't want any honesty from you!" Bichna snapped at him with a warning look. She couldn't suppress a feeling of panic. Is this really happening? Both of them...

The carpenter saw her discomfort and waved his hand at the others to be quiet. "Too much, you guys. You're going to make her want to leave."

"I got a bit worked up," Mo-sae agreed. "I'm sorry, Bichna."

"My butt is off limits for discussion," she scolded him firmly.

"Got it, noona." He sounded ashamed, and she wasn't sorry about that.

"I haven't been given very many compliments in life. Receiving them makes me uncomfortable."

"I can see that," the carpenter remarked with a gentle nod.

"Although, there was one that takes the medal for strangest compliment. I had asked Ritsu unnie to shave off my hair the first time I decided on that. I think she was pretty upset but she did as I asked, and afterwards she sniffed sadly and ran her hand over my buzz-cut. 'Well, at least you have a nice shaped head' she said to me."