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

Is it Goodbye?

Whilst the six strangers in the room were busy dividing food, which they did eagerly and with a lot of teasing between each other, you scuffed down next to Seokjin. It was a large armchair, but you still felt your leg touching his.

"This is Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook." Namjoon nodded at each of the unintroduced, some of them looking up and waving, others being busy with each other. V shouted at Seokjin who a few seconds later caught a box of food flying in the free air. You cowered together to not get hit, specially as a second one came flying right above you. Seokjin caught it as well, then held it out for you. Relieved to not have been smacked by food, which would've only ended badly, you accepted the box, but did not open it. Truthfully, the strange situation, the unknown people around you and the tension made you lack the wish to eat.

"Okay [Y/N], ask anything." Namjoon said after opening his box and snatching a pair of chopsticks from Yoongi, who had stolen them from Jungkook whilst he wasn't looking because he tried to snatch a second pair from Hoseok. You had seen all of this whilst observing silently, finding it funny. Now you looked up at Namjoon as he adressed you.

"Who were chasing you? Us. And why?" You asked cautiously.

"Well, so you might have figured out that they were fans." He smiled. It was a mixture of being apologetic and joy. "And Paparazzi."

Taehyung looked over at you and joined in with his heavily korean influenced English, "We are famous. BTS." He then proceeded to continuing with his food. You scrambled in your brain in order to find any knowledge of 'BTS', but only made one connection.

"Oh.. So k-pop? You're a band? Oh!" You groaned at yourself, as it suddenly made sense. Then you began thinking some more. If they were chased by fans and paparazzi, they had to be really famous. And here you sat in their living room whilst they were casually eating as if everything was cool. What if someone leaked to the press this incident? And your backpack! Someone could definitely manage to snoop out who you were with it... That would cause such drama. You felt as if you just ruined their entire career.

"Could I.. Uh.. Borrow your restroom?" You managed to say.

Namjoon nodded and said something to Seokjin who stood up and motioned for you to follow. The two of you walked out from the living room and down a corridor. It was fully decorated, but still it was neat and clean; white walls were covered with photographs of them and what seemed like their albums. A thick rug covered the floor and a large mirror hung in the roof. As you observed the surroundings he made for a sudden stop and twirl in order to face you. Unprepared for this suddency you walked right into his chest. His familiar scent from the changing room hit you. It was nice, enchanting even. It wasn't perfume, but seemed to be just his natural scent. You simply stood there, dumbfounded and entranced. A few seconds later he took a gentle hold on your shoulders and moved you out from his chest, laughing softly.

"You okay?" He smiled, but didn't move much further away, meaning you still stood very close. Why was your heart racing?

"Yes, sorry." You felt blood rushing to your cheeks. He then lifted his hand and gently ruffled your hair, which took you fully by surprise. Such a playful act, from a complete stranger? Yet you felt as if it was natural. You gently poked at him,

"Oi!" The two of you grinned. A few seconds later it was as if the two of you remembered that you were still unknown to each other, and the playful act vanished as quickly as it came. It made you feel sad, but your logical side reminded you to act proper. Seokjin nodded at the door beside you which you had completely missed. You thanked him and slipped inside the extravagant bathroom. It followed the rest of the house in setting, being neatly presented in white. You sat down on the floor and took a deep breath, trying to calm down a bit, and to talk sense into yourself. A few hours ago you had been on your merry way to a park, now you sat on the toilet floor of some super famous Kpop band. Not that it mattered, they were still strangers. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror, pulling off all logic you had in your body to think this out. What you had to do was to get that backpack back so you could get into your university and continue your studies. There was no other option. Quickly you made a fake flush and washed your hands then opened the door. Seokjin stood further down in the corridor waiting for you, looking at some picture. You approached and looked up at the image, seeing it was of the group cooking, making a mess in the kitchen. It truly looked as if they had fun.

"You like to cook?" Seokjin looked over at you with his question. A flashback passed through your eyes of all the things you had cooked. In your younger days, noodles had been a perfect substitute for what your mother otherwise cooked, until you realised that cooking wasn't so hard and surprisingly fun.

"Yeah!" You smiled, "I cook often."

"Me too." He smiled and nodded. After that short conversation you both proceeded out into the living room again, where the remaining boys were still fully at it. Seokjin sat down back in his spot. Namjoon held out your phone to you which you accepted politely. While you still had his attention you cleared your throat slightly,

"I should be going. But, uh, thanks for the stay." You smiled and made a quick bow before spinning around and more or less fleeing the scene. So many thoughts passed your mind, and emotions your chest.