Mischievous Wish ❑ (Kim Seokjin Fanfic)

Prologue pt. 1

BTS just finished their performance on KStyle TV and the fans were as wild and excited as always.

The adrenaline that courses through BTS's body throughout the whole concert dies down just after finishing up the show and coming backstage.

Everybody plops down on any location that may look appealing to sleep on. Jin makes his way to an unoccupied couch as Jungkook follows along and they both share the couch together; Jin lies down first then Jungkook gets comfortable lying on Jin's broad chest.

After mere seconds, little snores arise from Jungkook's slumber and sounds from the other's quickly follow.

"Alright, guys! Get up and sleep at your dorm," the manager hollers, managing to wake most of the group up.

Everybody who is awake groans from their positions as they force their tired muscles to sit up, Jin follows the group after Jungkook makes his way off Jin's figure.

"Can somebody please wake Yoongi-ssi up?" The manager pleads, later seeing everyone quicken their steps to the exit, not desiring to get scolded by Yoongi later on.

"I'll get him," Jin reply as he makes his way to Yoongi. "Yoongi-ah. Get up. We need to get to our dorms and sleep,"

"Mmm," He manages to grumble out. He stumbles his way off of the coffee table he slept on and zombie-walks towards the exit and Jin follows closely behind.

•

The Next Day:

"Alright, everybody. Let's do it again from the top. We can't manage to mess up again, or we'll just have to do it from the top again," our choreographer instructs as everyone follows the given order to the best of their abilities.

The group manages to finish up their dance review of 'I Need You' without any mistakes and they fall to the floor, exhausted.

"Did you guys get a goodnight sleep?" Namjoon asks them, trying to break the silence of their exhaust.

"Yes," they all reply together.

•

"OPPA!!! SARANGHAEYO!!" A fan yells at the group as they make their way out of the building.

Somehow, a fan, more like a sasaeng, managed to sneak past the security guards and grab hold of Jin's leg, resulting in Jin falling forward and landing on his beautiful face.

•

"Hyung, are you alright?" Jimin says as he hands an ice pack to Jin while the injured man leans his head forward and holds a tissue up to his bleeding nose.

"I hope it's not broken," Jin cries out.

"Did someone say hope?" Hoseok says as he pops up from an unknown area.

"You wanna fix my nose?" Jin asks him, the question being rhetorical.

"Sorry. It's beyond my powers," Hoseok shrugs off.

"*sigh* I wish I didn't have as much attention and this handsome face. Then this pain would never have happened," Jin sulks as he presses the ice pack onto the bridge of his bloody nose.

~HOURS BEFORE THE INCIDENT~

"*sigh* I wish I was born with a pretty face and get more attention," Woosa says as she walks through the halls of her school. She looks around and see that her bullies has spotted her and walk towards her direction as she hurriedly turns around and speed walks to whatever safe place that will show itself.

Woosa makes her way inside a bathroom with some people occupying the stalls.

She rapidly locks the door of the bathroom and puts her back against the door.

Given the time to observe her surroundings, she notices something strange. There aren't just stalls in the school bathroom, there are also open urinals.

Not only that, but the wall colors are pink; the colors of the men's bathroom whereas the girl's bathroom are blue.

"And that is why you shouldn't eat a bean-filled burrito for breakfast-" a guy says as he walks out of his stall, only to stop his self-conversation when taking in the view of Woosa panically looking around the men's bathroom.

"Holy shit,"
"Oh my fucks,"

They both say at the same time.

"YOU BITCH! I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE!" The door from behind Woosa is shaking with bangs. She knows Kinah is the one shouting at the door, considering the fact that Woosa has heard Kinah's voice for fourteen years, every week day, and sadly, nonstop.

"A friend?" The mysterious guy infront of Woosa asks.

"More or less, preferably less though. Wayyy~ less," she responds.

"Need help?" He asks.

"I wouldn't mind it," Woosa responds.

The boy pushes Woosa inside a stall and heads to open the door.

The boy opens the door of the bathroom and leans on the narrow walls to block Kinah's entrance.

"Move out of my way, Minho," Kinah stubbornly says.