Killer || BTS Fanfiction ✔

Part 1

"Hyung.. where are you going?" Jungkook asked Seokjin who was wearing his jacket and unlocking the door. Jimin opened his eyes a little before closing it again and snored.

"I'll be back in a while. Just going to the grocery store." He said.

"Get me some cup ramen."

"Aigoo, Kookie. You've been eating cup ramens everyday. It's not good for your health." He complained. "You should eat the food that I cook." Jungkook chuckled.

"Aniyo, Hyung. Actually, I will go to a friend's house for a sleepover. Just a night. You okay with that?"

"Is your friend a girl? Our maknae is growing up already." Jin teased.

"Hyung!" The younger blushed. The older laughed while putting on his shoes and went out. As soon as Jungkook heard the keypad clicked, he stretched and walked back to the sofa to get some sleep. He closed his eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

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Hoseok was focusing on his laptop when suddenly Namjoon barged in. He jumped from his chair a little.

"Can you knock??" Hoseok was irritated.

"Uh no. The door will break if I do so. By the way, this is urgent. I just wrote a song. Can we work on it now? Maybe we can pick this song for the next rap battle." He smirked, replaying the moment 2 weeks ago when he challenged G-Dragon's team and they won the battle. That was the start of their music career as underground rappers.

Hoseok just nodded and patted the seat next to him. They started working on their music, leaving Yoongi who was probably sleeping in his studio.

Knock knock

The door opened, revealing their manager who brought some printed schedules along with two cups of coffee and some cookies. They thanked him and continued their work.

Suddenly, someone opened the door without even knocking. "Uh sorry. I opened the wrong door." A staff bowed and apologized. He left and they sighed in annoyance.

The third time, there was a loud knock which followed the rhythm of 'Do You Want to Build a Snowman'. Hoseok stood up and walked to the door to scold the annoying visitor. But before he could touch the knob, the door swung open and hit him.

"Hoseokkie Hyung! Hoseo-" The confused Taehyung stopped mid-sentence. "Namjoon Hyung? Oh, sorry. I thought Hoseok Hyung was here."

"He IS here, idiot. You opened the door and-"

"YAH TAEHYUNG! YOU HIT MY FACE WITH THE DOOR!"

Taehyung bursted into laughter. "Sorry, Hyung. I didn't mean to."

"What do you want?" Hoseok asked Taehyung while rubbing his bruised forehead.

"Hyung, don't be so mean. I just want to visit your studio and give this." He handed Hoseok a neatly wrapped gift with a small card attached to the ribbon. "Happy birthday, Hyung!"

"Ah Taehyung, you shouldn't have. I'm forgiving you because you remembered my birthday." The older accepted his gift and smiled widely. Namjoon just watched them with blank face.

"Today is Hoseok's birthday? I thought it is tomorrow." He checked his calendar.

"Ah jinjja? What date is today?" Hoseok shifted his gaze at Namjoon's finger which is pointing at the calendar.

"It is 17 February." Namjoon said.

Taehyung and Hoseok exchanged looks. "This is an early gift, Hyung." he said embarrassed.

"You don't even check the date, Tae." He pouted. The younger fiddled his fingers. "But I still love you! Now go back to the house and have a rest. Don't disturb us." He muttered the last sentence under his breath. But Namjoon heard it.

"Yes, Hyung? You say something?" Taehyung turned around.

"Nothing. Umm.. seems like Jin Hyung needs help in the house. You better hurry." he replied calmly.

After Taehyung closed the door, Namjoon started giggling. "Is that how you shoo people away?"

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Jimin jolted up as he heard muffled sounds which got louder and louder next to him. Jungkook was sweating and talking in his sleep. Jimin tried to wake him up by shaking his shoulders but Jungkook started screaming.

"I'M NOT! I'M NOT! GO AWAY! YOU, YOU!"

"Jungkook! Wake up!" Jimin started to get worried and yelled his name.

Suddenly, his eyes opened and widened. He quickly sat up. His breathing was uneven, his hair dripping sweat, his clothes all wet.