You smiled, the sound of piano keys being pressed came from behind you. You couldn't quite remember the song, but you were almost positive it was from Twilight. But even though you were unsure, you danced to it. Moving your body to the soft familiar tune, stretching out your arms and legs out. You were happy.
You shut your eyes for a second, and suddenly. The bright room you were in, was dark. The big window that was bringing light into the room, was boarded up. The shiny floor that you danced on, was dull and smeared with blood. Your happiness disappeared.
You turned your head quickly, looking in the big mirror. Your clothes were clean, you wore a long white ballgown. But despite all the blood in that room, it was still clean. What really got you was Seokjin and Hoseok. Seokjin stood behind Hoseok with a knife to his throat. You tried to scream, but it did nothing, nothing came out. All you could hear was Seokjins laughing and Hoseok crying for help. In a fit of panic, you looked around for something to help. But all you got to see where the corpses of the other members near by.
“YOU'RE MINE (Y/N)!”
You jolted upright, breathing heavily and sweating.
“(Y/N),” a soft voice said from the side. Turning slowly, your sleepy eyes focused on your father. He was cleaned up and he had a quite concerned look. “It's almost noon, shouldn't you be at BigHit? And who is the boy beside?” he looked past you confused.
You looked around, now frantic. First you looked at the clock, then your phone, then over to the person next to you. Almost screaming when you realized how much shit you were going to get it.
“Seokjin!”
And that's the story of how you died…
Just kidding, you're still alive. Seokjin and you just got in a lot of trouble with Elizabeth. She was beyond pissed off, and if Seokjin had taken a half hour longer to call her than she would have had to talk to the big guys. Which would've ended with you fired, and you really didn't want that.
That day was a lot more hectic, you had to fill out a confidentiality form so that none of you could tell anyone about BTSs new dance or music. Then you got to learn some actual choreography, and it was...fun? It was serious for the first bit, but Chan broke the ice when he messed up and lost his shit laughing. Things went a bit more smooth after that.
“You're coming with us for dinner today,” Hoon said taking you hand in his small ones. “You skipped yesterday and we found this amazing noodle shop near by,” he tugged you into the corner of the room. There were changing rooms, but they were pretty small and to fit around thirty guys in one? No gonna happen. So you all just changed around the side of the room.
That was easy for most people, your friends for example. Well Namgi would run around naked if he could.. but he can't so thank Joshua. But you were lucky to have great friends, Minjae and Chan held up Hoons fluffy pink blanket as a curtain for you to change behind. Taking of your sweats and tugging on loose jeans that wouldn't show the knee brace. You tugged off your sweaty shirt and dried yourself with it, then putting on deodorant. Lastly you tugged on a loose baby blue shirt and placed a black hat on your head.
“You guys better be paying for me,” you mumbled as you stepped onto a stool, then got on Namgis back.
“Of course we will,” Minjae hummed. The boys got a bit reckless going down the hall, Namgi and Chan racing. Which lead to you slipping off Namgis back in fear of dying, and Chan beating Namgi.
You passed Seokjin as Hoon slid a arm around your waist, causing the vocalist to frown. You looked away quickly, encouraging Hoon to walk a bit faster. Seokjin got very.. upset when he sees other people touch you. You noticed that during the dance practice, every time Hoseok would come over to correct you Seokjin would stay close to make sure he didn't touch you.
“These noodles better be good if you're dragging me out of the practice room,” you huffed quietly. Causing Hoon to giggle and Minjae to shake his head.
“The noodles are great, stop being a party pooper,” Chan said in a sassy tone.
“We get you wanna be good, but you're already the best. You can't over work yourself, you need to eat,” Minjae said softly. Rubbing your back. “And this place will close soon, it's not like you can stay all night. You're gonna go home and sleep. Instead of going and doing all your father's paperwork at 2 in the morning,” Minjae was a bit salty with you about the night before. Scolding you about how reckless it was to walk at that time of night, how unhealthy it was to be up all night, and how you did it all with Seokjin.
“Okay i know, i told you sorry the first time what more do you want from me,” you asked. You understood he was mad, but you didn’t know what else he wanted and it was driving you crazy.
“I want you to realize what you did was dangerous, you can't be going around and walking so late at night. Plus being up so late was harmful to yours and Seokjins health, you have to be more responsible!”
You didn’t argue any further. You just nodded, mumbled a soft sorry and starting walking again with the rest of the group. All the tension left once you were all seated at the noodle shop and got your food. The heavy silence being cut by Hoon who spilt water all over himself. Everything was good after that, you ate till your stomach was full and till you were all tired.
But since you all walked there you had to take the time to walk back. Which wasn’t a problem for you, hoping to burn off some of what you just ate. It was when everyone was getting in the car you noticed you left your keys in the practice room.
“Don’t take too long, i wanna go sleep!” Hoon called out to you as your jogged into the entertainment building. You waved him off and once you were in there you took the stairs.
By the time you got up to the right floor you were panting a bit, tuckered out from all the stairs. Quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone, you pushed open the door of the practice room. Choking on your spit when you saw some you've only ever thought about.
On the floor in front of you was Seokjin, his naked chest pressed against Namjoons. One leg over Seokjins broad shoulder, Namjoons hands pin above his head.
“Don’t eat my cupcakes ever again Kim Namjoon!”
Okay, it wasn't exactly what you thought it was. But they still looked hot as fuck.
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Fanfic(Y/N) is in love with many, many! male Kpop groups. Yes he also really likes girl groups, but his gay self just loves the male groups better. He had been with this one certain group since their bigening and has never stopped loving them. What happe...
