BTS Scenarios

Forget You.

"Fuck this shit I'm going to bed." I tossed my homework into my bag, and plopped onto my bed.

Why did I take engineering? That shit's driving me insane. Can't I just skip the hard part and have a house, car, kids and a husband already? I legit have no time for this.

I glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table. 2:37 AM. How fucking great.

My eyelids grew heavier as seconds went by. Before I knew it, everything went dark. Dreamland here I come.

Or so I thought.

Someone was ceaselessly banging on my door. Muffled groans and moans came from the other side.

As quiet as a mouse, I slowly stood up, and grabbed whatever was near me. A pillow? How great.

Please don't be a murderer! I'm too young to di- wait. I have a test tomorrow... Hm. Doesn't sound too ba- OH MY GOSH GET A GRIP Y/N!

I tiptoed all the way to the door, clutching my pillow. I gripped the door knob, and ripped open the door.

In an instant, a tall figure landed face down on the floor.

"Y/N! Let's go party! Woo!" The voice slurred.

I turned the lights on, and my eyes widened at the sight. "Namjoon what the hell!"

The poor boy was lying on the floor, rubbing his nose as it hurt from the impact. "Why are you here? Are you drunk?"

"No." He giggled then hiccuped. Well that answered my question. I closed the door, and helped Namjoon stand up.

Damn this boy is heavy! We finally made it to the couch after falling over twice. It's hard having a drunk, 5'11 guy best friend over when you're 5'4.

"Y/N, my butt hurts," Namjoon said as he patted his butt. "But my heart hurts even more."

My eyebrows rose in confusion when he said that. "What do you mean your heart hurts? Did something happen between you and Mirah?"

Namjoon took off his shirt, and flung it to the other side of the room. He laid back down onto the couch, and shut his eyes. He breathed out a sigh, and smacked his lips a couple of times before answering. God, it's awkward.

"Mirah left me, Y/N. I found out that she flew to America for this guy she's been dating behind my back. After all this time, I thought she loved me. But, I guess I was wrong." His eyes welled up with tears, and he started to sob. Namjoon looks so broken.

I couldn't help but pull him into a hug. It hurts my heart to see my best friend like this.

After a few minutes, he was feeling better. We stayed in that position the whole time. I didn't mind it at all. I like it when we're this close to each other which rarely happens.

I've known Namjoon since I was seven. Back then, I was a bit chubby, and I was made fun of a lot. When these two boys were making fun of me, Namjoon came in and beat the shit out of them. He even hurt his arm because of that. Namjoon scared off the two boys then tripped over his own feet afterwards. What a dork. We became best friends ever since. We were inseparable.

It was in high school when I realized my feelings for him. Everyone thought we were dating because of how close we were, but we'd deny it everytime people asked. Deep down, I wished what they all said was true. Hell, even our moms wanted us to date each other. I just didn't want to risk our friendship because of these feelings. But that all changed when he told me about Mirah.

Namjoon and I barely saw each other ever since he started dating Mirah. He'd blow me off whenever Mirah needed something. Mirah this, Mirah that - I was sick of it. Yeah, we would message and call every now and then, but it wasn't the same. I still missed him.