Fan Service

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Me and Sunni sit backstage, watching the boys perform. We watch them everytime but I still can't help but be awe struck.

They are beautiful in every sense of the word.

I... I love them...

How...

How could one girl have enough space in her heart and mind for 7 boys?

I wish I could tell you.

The boys finish this section of the performance and get a 15 minute break before the solo segment.

The boys head into their dressing room to change, fix make-up, eat and drink, dragging Sunni and I in with them.

Me and Sunni sit on a couch in the room while the boys rest up a little. Jins head laying in my lap as he is sprawled out on the couch, legs on Sunni's lap too.

I run my fingers threw his sweat covered hair.

It's gross but not as bad as the first time he ever told me to play with his hair after strenuous activity.

I just keep looking down examining Jin's faces, trying to memorize all of his sleeping features.

I've only known these boys for a month or so and I already feel so attached.

I've only ACTUALLY known them a short time and they are already very important to me.

I can honestly say that I think I love them.

Before I can even think twice about it, I lean in and kiss Jin on his forehead.

When I pull away I look at the boy with a warm smile. His eyes wide and his lips parted on his somewhat shocked expression.

I giggle before placing playful kisses all over every inch of his face.

He smiles big and chuckles.

When I finally pull away he looks at Sunni and starts to laugh.

I turn to look at her annoyed face and she points at her pb and j. "Really?! In front of my sandwich?!"

She huffs out and annoyed breath. "How am I supposed to eat this now that it was been tainted with the sight of your lust for each other?" She waves it in the air unamused.

"Like this." Jimin snatches her sandwich and takes a huge bite out of it.

"Yah! Give it back!" She gets up and chases the boy through the room.

"Jin-ssi. Make-up." One of the stylist noonas calls him over.

He nods and goes to her.

I pull out my phone to scroll through social media and Taehyung grads it before I can open it.

"Yah! Give it." I say chuckling a little, reaching my hand out for the phone.

"Ok... If you can catch me." He says playfully before he runs off.

Aish this boy.

I jump up and chases after him.

He runs out of the room and I follow.

I chase him through the maze of back stage.

Soon he runs into I small room and I follow.

When I do though it's dark and I can't see a thing.

I let my eyes adjust a little before looking for a light switch.

My hands fumble around the hard cold wall before running across a softer warm surface.

W-what the fuck?

I try to figure out what it is, touching it more.

I run my hands down a little, trying to feel it more to see what it is.

There is fabric over it. I know that. Water heater maybe?

My hands go down a little more and realization hits me like a bus.

I gasp and my eyes almost come out of my head.

That's a penis.

That is a penis in pants.

This is a person.

I hope this is Tae cuz I'd hate to find out a groped a stranger.

I don't want to go to jail for sexual harassment.

I let go immediately, and go to take a step back but a pair of hands grad me by my shoulders, spinning me around and placing me on a wall.

Fear is settling in fast.

I don't think this is Taehyung.

Tae isn't this agressive.

"Y/n," I guess I was wrong. This is definitely Tae. His voice is kinda hard to mistake. "Why do you make me this way?"

He pulls himself closer to me, pressing our bodies together.

I can very much feel HIM against me if you know what I'm saying.

My breath hitches and become slightly uneven when is left hand runs up my right thigh up past my hip then my waist.

My hands, once rested on his chest, now snake their way up to his neck.

His face leans in close to mine and his breath dances across my lips.

He lets out a small sigh and rests his forehead on mine.

"Why do you effect me like this?" He asks, catching his breath in this thick atmosphere.

"I don't know, love." I close my eyes and rest my hands on his cheeks.

He moves into my touch and I feel his body relax.

He's been tense this whole time and seeing that leave was one of the best things to see.

This poor boy is so emotional.

I get it though.

The pressures on him as an idol alone are hellishly heavy.

I pull him generally into a hug and rest his head over my chest, allowing him to hear my heart beat.

He wraps his arms around my waist tightly, in a secure embrace.

"If only..." He starts when the door to the broom closet slams open.