BTS 8th Member Imagines

Wake Up Call

"And today's main question is, how will you wake up your future romantic partner?"

We all stared at each other in confusion, before Namjoon leaned into the mic.

"Baby," Namjoon started gently, his breath hitting the mic. "It's morning." His bluntness made us laugh. Next up was Jin.

"Jagiya, wake up..." Cupping the mic in his hands, he leaned closer, voice husky. "Jagiya!" he whined. "Wake up!"

When it comes to Yoongi's turn, he starts singing.

"BABABA BA BAAA-"

J-Hope interjects here, scrunching up his nose as the rest of us break into peals of laughter. "KU-MON-IE!"

"BABABA BA BAAA~"

"KUMONIIIEEE!"

I start laughing until tears fall out of my eyes and one of the staffs has to bring me a tissue. Jungkook ends up on the floor next to me.

"Jungkook, you've got a good voice, right? Can you sing a morning call for us?"

Jungkook laughs shyly before leaning into the mic. He is, however, interrupted by Yoongi and J-Hope once again.

"BABABA BA BAA!"

"Aish, guys," Namjoon scolds, trying to hold in his laughter.

Jungkook leans carefully into the mic, using his calming voice to start singing. "Bababa ba baaa~" he hums, closing his eyes.

"Kumonie..." J-Hopes voice drifts quietly through the mic making us all laugh.

Slowly, we worked our way through each member until only Jimin and I remained. We had a staring contest, followed by rock, paper scissors, and I won. With a pout on his lips, Jimin prepped himself. He rolled his shoulders and stretched out his arms meriting amused laughs from around the room, amplified by the mics.

Inhaling, he held the mic and closed his eyes gently.

"YaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

I squeaked before bursting into peals of laughter, almost falling off my seat. Namjoon accidentally knocked his mic to the ground after hitting the table, and Taehyung toppled away from sight onto the floor. I could see the staffs stood by the side with the cameras and lighting shake with silent laughter, trying not to break any equipment like Namjoon.

"And finally, Miso. How would you wake up your future partner?"

I bite my lip in thought before grinning and leaning closer to the mic, making sure to keep my eyes half-open.

"Oppa..." I whisper quietly. I watch Taehyung visibly shift in his seat and allow myself a small smile before continuing.

"Oppa, wake up, I made breakfast... I love you..." I continue to whisper lowly, my voice husky and quiet. Jimin bites his lip next to me, looking up towards the ceiling before catching my eye and looking away immediately.

When we all get home, all of the boys go straight to bed.

"Miso, aren't you going to sleep?" Yoongi asks in confusion as I step into his office as quietly as I can. I falter, poking my head back around the door.

"Ah, yeah, just... I'll go to sleep in a few minutes," I stammer. "I just need to do something real quick." He nods sleepily and trails off to bed, too tired to question me. Sighing in relief, I slip into his office once more, sliding on Yoongi's old, cushioned earphones and getting to work.

The next morning comes, and it's around 7am. Most of the members aren't up yet, despite there being work to do regarding our next comeback. Sleepily crawling out of bed in my Pororo onesie (it's summer but I still don't care), I make my way out of mine and Jungkook's room and into Yoongi's studio.

Hooking up the computer to the speakers, I unplug the earphones and grin to myself, now fully awake. I select the file I want, and watch as the window loads before popping up with a little play button. Mouse hovering over it, I allow myself a small giggle before clicking play.

Silence.

And then:

"Oppa... Oppa, wake up, I made breakfast... I love you..."

My husky and sleepy voice drifts through the speakers of the entire dorm, and I can already start to hear tired groans coming from the rooms closer to Yoongi's studio. As soon as my voice has stopped, I pad across the floor and walk out of the room to see both Jungkook and Taehyung legging it to the main bathroom.

"No, hyung-" Jungkook is cut off by the door slamming in his face, and groans loudly before running to the next bathroom just in time to hear the speakers blast out my next audio.

There's the sound of Yoongi and Hobi's Kumamon duet, amplified by a ten-fold through the speakers, quickly followed by Jimin:

"YaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" 

I burst into laughter at the same time as Jin bursting through his bedroom door in peals of squeaky laughter.

"You-" He holds onto the doorframe, giggling like mad. "You should've seen the maknaes!" he exclaims, wiping a tear from his eye. "They all legged it to the closest bathroom about 2 seconds after hearing your voice through the speakers! I will never ever let them live this down!"

I laugh even louder, tripping over air and landing on the couch in a ball of fleece and childish giggles; my amusement only grows upon hearing Jimin yelling at Taehyung and Jungkook because they're occupying the only bathrooms in the dorm.

However, our laughter is cut short when a door slams open to reveal a pissed Yoongi stood in the doorway. His hair is ruffled and his t-shirt has ridden up his torso a little. Both eyes are glaring holes into my head.

"What the actual FUCK?"

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