Unboxed Alli [ JUNG HOSEOK x ALLISON ]

Dreams.

Bzzzzt.

Allison stuck her hand out from under the covers and blindly felt around the top of the nightstand for her phone. It's probably just another sponsorship offer. Sure enough, with her blurry vision she could decipher the notification on her phone as an e-mail. When she slipped on her glasses, the subject of the message slowly came into focus: UnboxedAlli collaboration inquiry.

She sighed indifferently as she plopped her phone down on top of her J-Hope duvet cover. Only a mere two years prior, she created her own youtube channel to share her comical reactions to unboxing various sorts of packages that she'd order. In that time, she'd amassed millions of adoring subscribers. For several videos she'd buy high-quality makeup online just so she could exaggeratedly tear the flimsy brown package apart and immediately apply the contents to her face in absurd ways (although she'd occasionally post serious makeup tutorials). For other videos she'd order the most peculiar sex toys available and draw faces on them with permanent marker.

However, her most popular videos were the ones in which she'd open kpop albums. Allison was the most devoted international fan, thus she never failed to purchase every album, EP, and repackage that her favorite groups released. Her ultimate favorite band, of course, was BTS. She fell in love with the seven breathtaking boys as soon as she laid eyes on them. Her admiration for each and every one of the members coursed through her veins, though one in particular caught all of her attention.

Jung Hoseok, the rapper, dancer, and official sunshine of Bangtan. She'd coo at his bright smiles, pine for his sculpted face, and pray that one day, she would belong to him. They were soulmates, they were meant to be together, and one day Jung Hoseok would arrive at her door, clad in a princely outfit, a bountiful bouquet of bluebonnets (her favorite flower) resting in his slender hands—

Yeah, sure, and pigs would be flitting about in the green sky and Allison would smack her head on the doorframe and wake the hell up. Jung Hoseok was a gorgeous 23-year-old Korean man who was loved across the globe and had amassed a net worth that would make Steve Jobs weep in his grave while Allison was just a typical 18-year-old American girl. All she really had going for her was her exemplary skills that she honed in cosmetology school and her pseudo-celebrity status as a youtuber. Of course, rationally she understood that she would probably never even have the opportunity to see his stunning face in person, but Allison was a dreamer. Besides, her fantasies weren't hurting anyone.

What was hurting her, though, was the numerous useless e-mails pertaining to her youtube channel that'd wake her up in the middle of her juicy dreams (the vast majority of said dreams featuring Hobi's svelte figure that served as a stark contrast to his masculine, raspy voice). Most of the time the contents of the e-mail would be something along the lines of i only have 50 subscriber but i love ur channel so much pls collab or even inane topics like OMG jhopes ur bias??? y??? jimin is beter >:000. The e-mail that had roused her from sleep was, at first glance, comparable to the former example, although the usage of the word inquiry could possibly have suggested a legitimate offer. However, she was too drowsy to give it much thought, so she lazily flopped back down onto her pillow and drifted off into a deep slumber.

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The cool breeze gently carded through Allison's short hair. When she looked up she soaked in the sky, which was a vibrant, almost pastel blue, and contrasted well with the big yellow sun that donned a cartoonish smiley face. It was peaceful, calm, and provided her with a deep sense of comfort and security. The flowers that littered the landscape (not a single bluebonnet in sight, unfortunately) fluttered gently in the wind.

"Speaking of flutter," a masculine, raspy voice said from behind her.

When she turned around, she was greeted with her worst nightmare.

Two wings, two antennae, four stick-like legs, and a sickeningly sweet smile that Allison would recognize anywhere.

It was...

"Hoseok?!" She shrieked, picking up her feet as fast as she possibly could to get away from the monster that was plaguing her.

The monster was Jung Hoseok, except his once deliciously toned body had transformed into that of an an enormous butterfly's, only his face remaining the same.

"Get away, get—!" Despite Allison's frantic efforts, Butterfly Hoseok flew over her as she ran and tackled her. He pinned her down onto the soft ground with his odd feeler-stick-arm things.

"Allison," he said in a hushed tone, his voice gentle but his eyes filled with murder. "Everything's gonna be alri~ght. It's me, Hobi." He flapped his wings a few times. In the distance, Allison could make out two

"No," Allison shouted, writhing from underneath his grip, "no, no, no, no—"

Hoseok smiled wider, exposing a mouth of razor-sharp teeth. "R̸̨̟̯͒̋̒͆̄̽̈́͒̋͗̌̽͋̀̕ͅE̸̻̞͛̋L̴̡̳̳̳͉̯̻͈̹̣͔̪̄̆̄͐̿̄͛̎͝ͅͅȦ̸̢̛͎̼͇͉̺̪͇͔͕̞͍̠̅͒̈͛͂̌̾̃̄͑͆͘Ẍ̵̢̛̖̤̱̰̪̠́̋͆͜"

"NOOOOOO—" Allison bolted up from her bed, managing to catapult herself onto her carpeted bedroom floor. "Butterflies?" she mumbled to herself, "Really?"

Aside from failure, butterflies were Allison's greatest fear. And, about failure...

"Damn! I'm late!" She exclaimed when she caught a glimpse of her alarm clock. Within a measly ten minutes, she managed to make herself look semi-presentable, at least enough to sit at a reception desk for several hours.

Work was always painfully sluggish, as her entire day consisted almost entirely of scheduling salon appointments over the phone. But, if she ever hoped to receive her own chair after obtaining her cosmetology license, she had to start from the very bottom. On the bright side, she had plenty of time to manage her messages and e-mails (and watch the occasional BTS compilation video).

When she launched her mail app on her phone, the e-mail from the night prior was still open, effectively snatching her attention. UnboxedAlli collaboration inquiry. It appeared rather mundane, that is, until she glanced at the sender's address: bighit@ibighit.com.

Bighit e-mailed her.

Bighit e-mailed her.

She let out a screech of joy that earned her a dozen dirty looks from stylists and clients alike. One of her co-workers rushed over to her in a frenzy, asking Allison what happened.

"BTS E-MAILED ME!" She shouted and jumped to her feet, unable to contain the feeling of unadulterated glee that flowed through her body.

The co-worker just sighed. "I'm not surprised since you always blab about them, but could you maybe control yourself a bit?"

Allison shrunk. "Ah, yeah, sorry," she apologized, cautiously lowering back into her seat.

Once the agitated co-worker returned to whatever menial task hairdresser assistants were forced to do, Allison directed her attention to the body of the e-mail.

At BigHit Entertainment, we value unique talent. Your Youtube channel Unboxed Alli has caught our eye. The members of Bangtan would like to request to appear in one of your videos as a guest.

"Oh my god," she muttered quietly to herself, allowing the gravity of the situation sink in, "I'm going to meet BTS."

For the first time in months, a genuine smile crept onto her face.