Wrong number? || BTS

42. Mystery inside rehearsal

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If someone told me five years ago I’d be sitting front row in a VIP seat, watching BTS rehearse for their sold-out concert… I think I’d cry on the spot—like, full-on tears. I wouldn’t have believed it. But here I was. Sinking into a plush seat, heart pounding with every beat from the speakers, surrounded by the very idols I once swore I’d never care about.

And the worst part?

I was enjoying it.

“Y/N! Did you just fall asleep?!” Hoseok called out from the stage, wiping his sweat dramatically with a towel like he just ran a marathon.

I smirked and gave a lazy stretch. “I’m awake. Just experiencing secondhand embarrassment watching you invent your own steps.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Miss what step? That was freestyle.”

“Sure, sunshine,” I said sweetly. “And I’m actually your number one fan.”

Yoongi, perched on a speaker nearby, let out a loud laugh. “Freestyle? Bro, it looked like your shoelace had beef with gravity.”

Jimin clutched his stomach laughing. “You looked like you were dodging invisible bees!”

The other members burst out laughing while Hoseok just stood there, towel still in hand, trying to hold on to what remained of his dignity. His eyes flicked back to me, narrowed slightly — but not in a serious way.

I gave him a wink.

He blinked. Then turned away quickly, a soft pink tint dusting his cheeks.

When the staff finally called for a break, I expected them to scatter and collapse like tired puppies. But no—these guys were built different. They bounced around like someone just plugged them into a charger. Jungkook was already jogging in place like he had caffeine, sugar, and chaos running through his veins.

Taehyung started spinning in circles for absolutely no reason. Jimin challenged Yoongi to a push-up contest right then and there. And Jin? He was fanning himself dramatically while yelling, “Hydration is essential for visuals like me!”

It was like a circus on fast-forward. And somehow, I was stuck in the middle of it.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was still going at it, practicing the same 8-count like it owed him money. Namjoon stood beside him, towel draped over his shoulder, staring in disbelief.

“Hyung, it’s break time,” Namjoon deadpanned.

Hoseok didn’t even stop. “Perfection doesn’t rest, Joon.”

Namjoon blinked slowly, then looked over at me like see what I deal with?

I just shrugged and bit back a laugh. Honestly, this whole group was pure chaos—and I didn't dislike it.

“Here.” Jungkook suddenly appeared next to me with a water bottle, cheeks red, breathing heavy.

I took it slowly. “Thanks.”

He nodded, then shifted awkwardly. “You looked... like you needed it.”

“That’s a weird way to say I looked dehydrated.”

He gave a small laugh, but his gaze lingered on me, intense in a way I couldn’t quite read. Before either of us could say more, a staff member walked up with a small black box.

“Miss Y/N, someone left this for you.”

I frowned. “Me?”

“It was in the fan gift pile, but addressed to you. No name, though.”