Whisper My Name... [BTS] [Jin XReader]

Are we okay?

As you went outside of the store, you instantly saw how paparazzi and fans were still lurking in the vicinity. You made your best to head for the quickest exit whilst remaining uncovered, just about making it out into the car before names were shouted again. You felt somewhat saddened, thinking that whoever these were, they would never be fully free from obsessed people. From what you figured, most fans were absolutely nice, but you could never get away from those who didn't know which lines one shouldn't cross. Paparazzi were a whole different story. And for some reason, you were now in the back of a stranger's car with three completely unknown people to you. So much for "The Magical Seoul Forest". Yoongi looked at you in the back mirror with a strange gaze for a few seconds at a red light, but then seemed more focused on driving than looking at you. The three of them seemed to discuss something vividly in Korean. You rolled your thumbs. After a while of driving, you began feeling displaced. What were you even doing here? As if reading your thoughts, Seokjin placed a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him and he smiled at you, and you couldn't stop yourself from smiling back. Eventually the car stopped as it drove into a parking lot, and the three of them got out, so you followed. Before they went inside, Yoongi made a twirl and held out his hand, then looked at you,

"Phone." He demanded.

"We'll explain inside, we won't do anything to the phone don't worry." Namjoon explained. You looked back at Yoongi, his sceptical demeanour certainly made you tense up a bit, but you took out your phone and gave it to him. The whole situation was absurd as it was, but if they had been kidnappers and evil-doers, they wouldn't have fans chasing them down. You followed inside the house and was lead to a living room, then motioned to sit down in a sofa. As you sat down, the rest of them walked off together somewhere else, leaving you alone in the fancily, but humble, decorated space. It was still before lunch and yet you felt extremely tired. All of your energy had run out after the incident. You sat in the sofa for a while without anything happening, or anything returning, so you moved up in the sofa, getting a bit more comfortable. Their discussing somewhere else in the house remained distant, and the ticking of the clock almost faded it out. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep in the corner of the sofa, completely drained.

***

You woke up a while later, not sure of where you were in the first seconds before you remembered the entire thing. A blanket had been put over you, keeping you warm. Looking around, you blinked a few times to get the sleep out of your eyes, then spotting Seokjin sitting in an armchair across from you. He was reading some papers, humming. Then he seemed to hum wrongly and repeated the same part again. His voice was like the sound of an angel, and you wish you hadn't moved so much, or maybe he would've continued to sing. As he noticed you had awoken, he put the papers down and stopped singing.

"Hi..." You said hesitantly, not sure what had happened while you were asleep.

"Hi." He replied with the same smile as before. You looked up at the clock on the wall, spotting that you had been sleeping for two and a half hours. Blood rushed to your face as you began thinking of where the heck you were and why. This was insane. You needed to go to the police and call in your stolen backpack... And then get back to your home. What were you doing in this stranger's house? With this... You looked up at Seokjin... Absolute handsome stranger who definitely hugged you in a too small changing room while being chased by paparazzi and fans... You cleared your throat.

"Where are the others..?" You tried. He took a few seconds, thinking.

"They get food." He nodded, "You okay?"

"What happened today?" You asked, pulling up your legs in order to hug them for warmth. This summer dress was by no means sufficient at the moment. Seokjin looked a bit downhearted.

"Sorry. Fans. Paparazzi." He replied, confirming your suspicions. For a while you simply sat there looking at each other in silence, unsure of what to do and say. Eventually you looked up from your feet at him and smiled,

"Thank you."

He looked confused, "Why?"

"I guess you could say, you saved me out there." However his expression was lacking understanding, and he shrugged. Feeling awkward at the misunderstanding you looked around.

"I should... Probably go." You finally decided, standing up. He followed your every move with his gaze. It was piercing now that he didn't smile, but you weren't sure if that was a bad thing. You began walking out from the room, feeling like there was no turning back now, despite some small part of you wanting to stay.

However you were suddenly stopped as you walked right into six others who occupied the entire hallway. A boy with big doe eyes, who looked somewhat younger than the others, grabbed your arms to hinder you from walking into him. He immediately let go of you as he seemed to have gotten surprised himself, then smiled and laughed slightly, looking away. The rest of them made for a walk around you into the living room, carrying boxes of food as Seokjin had said. Namjoon remained and looked down at you,

"Leaving?" He questioned.

"I... Felt in the way." You replied honestly.

"Don't. At least let us explain before you go?" Namjoon wrinkled his nose, "Also Yoongi has your phone."

You looked back into the living room, catching Seokjin who was watching the two of you. He smiled again at you, sending jolts through your chest.

"Well... Yeah okay." You turned back and nodded at Namjoon who smiled and walked back with you into the living room. The seven boys had already settled in, leaving only one seat free.

The seat right next to Seokjin.