Make Me Yours (BTS fanfic)

Chapter 1

Taehyung's P.O.V- - -

"Hey! Get your ass out of the bathroom!" 

I stepped out of the shower, steam fogging up the mirrors around me. Water rolled down my face as I grabbed a towel and gently tied it around my waist. Today's going to be a busy day, especially with all of the dance practices I'll be having. I'm in BTS, a boy band with an army across the world. For our upcoming concert, we're planning to surprise the audience with a special performance between certain members at a time. For me, I was paired up with Jungkook, the youngest of the group. From the looks of it, he'll work hard enough to keep it up, so I'm sure it'll go smoothly.

Suddenly, a banging sound erupted from the door behind me.

I sigh. Namjoon is so impatient sometimes- no wonder his stage name is Rapmonster. As I rushed to get my belongings together, Namjoon relentlessly punched the door as if I didn't hear him before. Just as I grab my comb, one last knock triggered some sort of collision behind me.

CRASH!

I turned around to see Namjoon with his hand up in the air, then my eyes fell onto the door on the ground. The dust settled, revealing more details of the tattered door's remains. It was the fifth door this month.

"Are you kidding me?" He groaned. "Again? I think they just aren't installing these doors right."

"I think you're a maniac," I reply, walking past him and the damage he's done. Behind me, I hear random yelling from Hoseok on how half of our salaries are being spent on door repairs. I head to the room that I share with Jungkook. All of the boys share rooms with each other, expect for Hoseok. Lucky bastard. Jin and Namjoon share their own place, while Yoongi and Jimin have their room. At least we don't have a single bed we'd have to share- that would be a disaster.

As I opened the door, I saw Jungkook on his bed, writing on a sheet of paper. His soft brown hair was messy and unkempt, and he was wearing a tank top with some black jeans. Quiet music was coming from a pair of white ear buds in his ears, filling the room with a soft tune. With how loud that music must be to have reached where I was standing, I'm surprised he isn't deaf by now. As I continued to listen to it, I realized that this music was from the new song we're coming up with called "Beautiful".

Not wanting to disturb him, I began to silently move towards my bed. Before I got to my bed, my foot met with some random object. Now, usually, I don't kick at random objects that hard. But, for some odd reason, my foot suddenly reminded me that I didn't skip leg day and flung itself full-force into whatever the item was. As I began to plummet to the ground, my foot betrays me again and collides again with whatever this object is. The mysterious item let out a loud cracking noise and I threw out my arms to protect myself as I hit the floor.

I grabbed my foot in dread as the throbbing pain surged through my toes. Regret has never been so real before. But, before I could truly settle down, my eyes looked at the mass horror in front of me. It was Yoongi's skateboard, snapped into two pieces.

Yoongi hyung's Skateboard.

He's going to murder us.

Thoughts raced through my head. How the hell did I even do that? Is it possible to just smash a skateboard that easily?

"That wasn't Yoongi hyung's, was it?" I looked up to Jungkook, who now has his ear buds in his hands. I nodded and his eyes widened out of fear. He stared at me as if I just murdered somebody with my bare hands.

"Hyung, you're dead."

I rushed over to him and tried to smack his head, only for him to quickly block my move. Before he opened his mouth, I said "He told us that if one of us broke it, we both broke it. Now get the hot glue gun before-" Just then the door opens and in comes Hyung.