BTS Imagines

How you first meet (Hyung Line)

Originally a request from ShoujoGirl8 where she wanted how y/n and Jin first meet, but I thought I would do all the guys! Here's part one, how you first meet the boys of the hyung line! Enjoy!

Jin:

   You'd owned a small restaurant for a few years now, most of the food either your own recipes or those from your family. It was a small, cozy little diner that rarely had more than four customers in it at once. You knew all the regulars by name, usually little elderly couples that were absolutely charming. But one boy always came in by himself.

   His name was Jin, and he was 24. He lived alone in Seoul and wasn't very close with his family. He loved to talk, especially about his dog, Jjangu. And he always ordered the same thing, a simple bowl of ramen with extra vegetables in it.

   Because business was always slow, you made it a point to sit and talk to him while his order was cooking. He was always smiling and happy. The first time he had come in he'd told you that he hadn't made many friends, as he'd just moved and he was quite awkward. You laughed and told him that you felt the same way and that you should be friends. You assured him that two awkward people would be better than one.

   You soon became extremely close friends, and he even offered to help you in the kitchen, considering you were doing it all alone. He gave you his phone number, and you started dating soon after, the older couples that came in always telling you how cute you two were together.

Yoongi:

   Being an idol was insanely difficult. Keeping the right body image and composure all the time was exhausting. Especially considering you didn't have a whole group to rely on. You were a solo female idol who rapped, and it was definitely something new in the kpop world.

So when your manager said you were working with Agust D, as in the Agust D, it was definitely a scary prospect.

Upon walking into the studio, you were surprised. You'd expected a cold, grey room with microphones and a one way window. Instead, however, it was a comfortable room with a computer desk and brown carpeting. You liked to think of yourself as professional, but upon meeting him and starting to talk, you immediately lost it. You asked question upon question about how he rapped and did everything he did so well. He chuckled at your curiosity and thought it was absolutely adorable how excited you got when talking. You guys talked for a long time and got to know each other. By the time you had finished and it was time to leave you sighed, standing up and heading towards the door.

"Wait, before you go," he said, scribbling something frantically on a piece of paper, "here's my number, in case you uh, you know, wanna talk again sometime?" You said okay and walked out of the studio. You laughed thinking about it later.

"I got Suga from BTS' phone number." You said as you fell asleep that night, smiling.

Namjoon:

   Upon stepping into the Intro to Psychology classroom, you knew that you'd picked the wrong major. Your head was spinning with an overflow of information and all the notes that you had to take made you feel like you were back in middle school. Because you didn't really like being called on, you sat in the back, but of course, that meant you couldn't hear very well. Overall, it seemed as though the universe was working against you in every way, and you were so close to dropping the class and changing your major.
   You went to the professor and his only suggestion was to get a tutor. It seemed childish to need a tutor in your second year of college, but you took his advice and sought help from the highest scoring student in the class: Kim Namjoon.
   Upon first glance, he certainly came off as intimidating. He was at least a foot taller than you and had cool light purple hair. But when you asked him for help, he didn't hesitate when saying yes. You came up with a schedule and talked about what you were struggling with and then went your separate ways. You were glad you had too, that way he couldn't see your stupid grin when you thought about how cute and kind he was.
   When your first study date finally came, you were excited. You put on a sweater and jeans, after all this was only studying, and headed down to the library on the first floor.
   He was already at a table, pouring over a textbook, biting his lip and squinting his eyes in concentration.
   You laughed when you saw him, and he looked up, blushing slightly.
   "Ah (Y/N)-ah! I thought maybe you'd ditched our study date! Not that I'd mind spending time in the library alone." He said. You chuckled, shaking your head.
   "Of course not! I wouldn't do that to you! Besides, I need to start understanding psychology before I have a mental breakdown and need a psychologist to fix my brain."
   He laughed and sat down with you, helping you to read over and discuss what you'd talked about in class that day.
   After a few hours you looked down at your watch, realizing you really needed to get home. You looked at him and smiled, explaining that you needed to leave. He pretended to be upset, pouting his lip out, chuckling when he was done. He scribbled down his phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to you, telling you to call him whenever you needed help. After all was said and done, he walked you back up to your dorm room and told you good night.
   You were both on opposite sides of the door with stupid grins on your faces, thinking about how absolutely in love you were.

JHope:

You couldn't think of any place you'd dislike being at more than this. Dancing was very much not your element, but, as your friends insisted, it was just because you'd never had a good teacher.

And this guy, boy oh boy, they swore by this guy. He danced with a cool hip-hop style and, you had to admit, he was pretty attractive. So you went along with it, trying your best to follow along with his movements.

"Alright everyone, take a quick drink break and be ready in 5." He said. "Oh, and you" he said, pointing at you, "Y/n, right? I just wanted to let you know that if you wanted I could give you some personal classes. You're really giving it your all and not many people do." He shrugged while saying this all and your heart and your brain were on completely different pages by now.

On one hand you were thinking about how bad your legs hurt, but on the other, any opportunity to see this boy would be amazing.

So you responded with a "Sure I'd love to." And with that the class proceeded. You weren't sure how you knew exactly, but you were positive that you would learn to love dancing with Hobi.

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   Sorry this took forever! I'm working on learning Korean and also getting ready to go back to school soon, so my schedule's been jam-packed! Hope you all like this though! Feel free to leave more requests here if you want!