Until Music Dies//bts novella

🕐Time One🕐

"... and the Billboard Music Award goes to...BTS!"
They called for it to be them, on the Billboard stage stood two clueless bombshells... The group of seven now heading towards the open stage to claim their award.

Seven mysterious boys in a foreign environment, stood on that stage like they had owned it. Watch as fake tears dropped from the dark haired boy then went the brunette.

"ARMY, our fandom, thank you very much And you know we still cannot believe that we're standing here on the stage at billboard music award Oh my gosh And it is so great to see all the artists we admire ...And feel honored to be in this category with such great artists.You know like, right in front of us.It's really honored and Most importantly this award belongs to the every people all around the world  That shine the love and light on us by the millions and make BTS proud really everywhere...Please, ARMY, remember what we say, love...myself, love yourself
정말 사랑하고, 감사합니다
더 멋진 방탄소년단 되겠다
Thank you billboard for supporting us, thank you."
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I told you to watch as they took over, as they are now known as that Kpop group whom at which 'Made It'. They are doing it all as you watch, don't believe that they are perfect... haha... shit you are so wrong.
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"What are you doing Hyung?" The small hands of the older drew what he felt; darkness of night and dark red blobs layering that once white, thin paper.

"Art... Don't you see?" He asked quietly, his voice shaking with insanity as he glanced up at Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook swallowed the excess saliva gathering in the space that hos lips opened to. He knowing all of his friends were a little scary; and knowing more that he was the scariest of all of them.

"it's very pretty Jiminie Hyung."

Simple words left from the brunettes lips, and Jimin just kept painting his 'Masterpiece' as he called it. Really it was just a darkly painty piece of white paper with red splattered on top. Art.

The pinked haired twenty-four year old traveled through the same room where the two younger boys talked about the masterpiece. He seemed lost in thought counting on the ten fingers he had.

"We have a problem..." He mumbled; mostly to keep to himself but Jungkook heard... his eyes guiding straight to his other hyung.

"Did Taemin find out about our plan?" The boy cluelessly stared at Namjoon.

"no. Jungkook didn't I tell you to stay the fuck out of this kind of business. you can't kill with us yet." A quiet scold, but still effective because the smaller boy glanced back down at Jimin's painting.

"Taemin hyung doesn't know. He is coming for dinner; Taehyungie and I invited him.... for our plan." Jimin spoke up. He did not take one eye off of the art that laid in front of him. "and i already did that special stage with him so if you are worried about his fandom going to us... it is likely."

"I just don't understand why TaeTae Hyung and i aren't allo-"

"God Damn. JungKook. Do i look like a fucking parrot? i told you. You guys are not allowed to talk because you guys were caught making out when Taehyung was supposed to be on his damn mission."