BTS Smuts

Crush(NamJoon)

This also has J-Hope smut in it as well, and you'll find out, when you read the smut! Maybe idk! If there isn't, then ignore this! This legit took me since March to make. It's now July. It's super detailed in my opinion. I tried really hard to make a story out of it, so if you don't like it, please keep mean comments to yourself. Enjoy~

Word count: 4,030

So, the deal is, you have a crush. On the smartest, kindest, student in school. His name is Kim NamJoon. The problem, is that one: he already has a girlfriend, and two: he is very intimidating. He doesn't mean to, though. It's just an aura he projects unconsciously. You are the quietest, shyest girl in school. The sad thing, is that his girlfriend, Ina, knows you have a crush on him, and uses it to her advantage.

You've started cutting yourself, because of the things she says. Just recently, maybe 3 months ago, you were diagnosed with severe depression, and an eating disorder. You bring a razor to school, hidden in a plastic case, in your front blazer pocket.

Your pov
"Y/n! Time to get up!" Your mother, yells for you to wake up. You quickly dress in your school uniform, checking the pocket for your razor. You smile, finding it inside. You skip breakfast, again, and walk to school, listening to Ed Sheeran, as well as Nicki Minaj, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Green Day, and Drake. You have a beautiful voice, and are in choir, as well as drama. The only reason why a lot of people avoid you, is because Ina hates your guts. And no one wants to be on the queenka's bad side.

You text your childhood friend, Hoseok, and wait for him at the front gate. Sadly, Ina finds you first. "Heyyyyy, Y/n~!" "...h-hello.." "hello, who?" "...hello, Kim Ina, NamJoon's g-girlfriend..." "Good. Go get me a Gatorade. Purple." You don't even ask for money, since you know she won't give it to you. You stop in your tracks, thinking over why you actually listen to her. "Go get my fucking Gatorade!" All thoughts of disobeying her, disappear, and you scurry off, to get her a purple Gatorade. When you walk back, you see Ina has backed Hoseok up against the school gate.

     "Um, Ina?" "Yess, my Hobi~?" "Let go." He looks extremely uncomfortable, as she leans in. "Sure." He looks relieved as she backs away. You quickly hide behind a giant tree, it completely hiding your small body. "But, you should know that I know that you smoke on school grounds. And, that you haven't been doing well on grades recently." "H-how do you know that?!" "I just do. Now, if you want me to keep my mouth shut, you'll kiss me, and meet me after school today." "N-no." "Hmm?" "I said no!" "All right, if you want me to tell everyone." As she walks away, Hoseok calls out to her. "Wait!" "Considered again?" "My mom can't know about this! She's super sick, and believes I'm doing well. Please, you can't do this to me!"

     "Then, kiss me." He swallows his pride, and you watch with bated breath, as he kisses her. "No...." you step out of the shadows, a very angry, and dark expression on your face. Ina notices you, and turns around. "Oh, you got my Gatorade! Hand it over, little bitch." You, however, refuse to move. "Give it to me!" "...no..." "what did you just say?! You know I have dirt on you, right?!" "I SAID NO! You've been using me as your personal slave, and now you've taken my best friend away from me!!! What more do you want?! HUH?!" You walk up to her, while twisting the bottle cap off. You're nose to nose with Ina, and Hoseok watches as you pour the contents all over her head, ruining her makeup, and uniform.

     "WHAT THE FUCK?!" "That's what you fucking deserve, you bitch." You punch her hard in the stomach, and back away, with that dark expression clouded with anger, and sadness, still on your face. "I'll ruin you!!" "Shut the hell up. I don't give a fuck anymore. You wanted me to be the bad bitch of the school, so I'll fulfill that roll." You stick up the finger, and walk away. Today, you skip school, and go the next day. Of course, your whole image has changed over the course of a day. Now, you are the bad bitch, and you do your best to fulfill the roll. You ditch your  glasses for contacts, and wear your emo clothing, since on Fridays, you can wear street clothes.