He's Not From Here (BTS Taehyung X Reader)

Get Up or Get Stepped On

To say that New York City is a busy place is an understatement.

You know this because it's rush hour, every hour. And not just with traffic, but with people too.

There's people going one way on one side of the sidewalk, and then there's others going the other way on the other side. Or maybe even on the same side. It can get pretty chaotic.

Of course, you're already used to chaos. You've been living here only for a year since pursuing your career as a professional artist but you learned that adapting quickly is the best. You don't have to worry about much when you already understand it before the others do.

You've adapted to the cold weather here too. It wasn't nearly so bad as the time you lived in Boston but it could still get quite chilly here. The only reason you preferred Boston over New York City is because there's not an overload of people in Boston. People leave you alone in Boston. But here? Your foot gets stepped on multiple times every single day.

So you weren't worried. Getting on the bus wasn't a concern. Getting off the bus also wasn't a concern. Making sure you're on the right side of the side walk wasn't a concern. Neither was making sure you're on the right street. None of it concerned you because you knew what you were doing.

And it's always been like this, most times.

The thing is, you've always been independent. You've always liked being alone, too. Sure, some people were nice to hang around. Others have been quite the company with their humor. And maybe a few actually grow on you and you'd like to have them stay around.

But you don't need any of them.

You're just fine on your own.

You've always been on your own anyway.

And you'd like it to stay that way. People can be a hassle sometimes. Especially when feelings get involved.

And so as per usual, you were on the streets walking to school. You were attending school still to learn more about visual arts, the different kinds of art and art related careers.

It was an issue at times because the streets weren't always a friendly place. Like you said before, people were always stepping on your feet. So you made sure to always wear shoes that surely protected your feet.

But that itself wasn't the biggest of issues.

There's a lot of people in the Big Apple, good and bad. You can't name any other place you've ever been to where feeling a hand on your bottom while on the bus was the norm.

It never goes further than that, you normally glare at the owner of the hand and they back off. Sometimes they'd pinch you, but they'd back off nevertheless.

You had no problem handling it on your own. Of course, some people just don't understand that.

"Hey! You! You no touch!" You hear a voice scream from a few feet away from you. You're walking on the sidewalk and, as it normally is, there's a lot of people. You don't turn to the voice; you're sure they're talking to someone else.

Until you feel yet another hand on your butt. You roll your eyes, ready to glare at them, when you hear a series of loud footsteps coming in your direction and a 'dun' and then a 'thud'.

All in the meanwhile, someone much taller than you bumps into you and you both fall to the floor.

While on the floor, you noticed a series of things.

The first thing you notice is that the person who fell on top of you is heavy. It's not that you couldn't breathe with their weight on top of you but it sure made it much more difficult.