A yawn.
It was already over 7pm, but the boys were still practising their choreography. You just sat in a corner of the practice studio, huddled against yourself as you struggled to keep your eyes open while watching the boys dance.
Okay, their dancing was nowhere near boring, when you first watched them you were honestly squealing. However, for some reason, you were honestly drained. You woke up early after sleeping late the night before, had to pack your things to move into a new place that your have yet to be introduced to, had to be introduced to your 7 most respected idols which on its own took you a lot of nerves and willpower. You had to run around the building, finding different people to consult about in different aspects of your job.
Your job, as it sounds, mainly revolves around jotting down how the boys were like on a daily basis, and trying to recapture that in words. In that sense, you has a lot of lee-way about how you wanted to go about doing that. However, you were also tasked to be their 'assistant' or 'manager', per say. Try to help them in any way possible, get them drinks, book places etc. Although that really wasn't the job you signed up for, you weren't complaining.
But to you, the first day was honestly draining.
Staring at the boys with their rigorous and hectic schedule, how they were still energetic was beyond you.
~*~
"-ey..."
"Hey..."
"[Y/N]-ssi?"
At the tapping on your shoulders and the calling of you name, you opened your eyes, groggily letting out a slight purr before you registered the extremely handsome face of the one-and-only Kim SeokJin blinking back at you.
'Is this heaven?'
You blinked, before you finally realised your situation. Mr Worldwide Handsome was literally inches before your face, a small smile on his plump lips as an amused glint danced in his perfectly formed eyes.
"You're finally up." He smiled, before standing up and offering a hand to help you up. "We're done for the day."
As you took his bigger hand, you briefly noted the soft and warm feeling of his touch, before at his pull, stumbling into his chest. The pair's eyes widened as your faces flushed at your intimate position, both pulling away with incoherent apologies.
"Oh? Is our Hyung is making a move on our journalist?" Mused teasing Jimin, as he popped up beside you.
"Y-Yah!" The older male lightly punched the younger's arm in warning. But if Jimin could be honest, his hyung's flustered state wasn't exactly threatening.
"Well, shall we get going?" He asked, sending a smile to the [H/C] girl whose face heated up at the sight of him.
Jin sighed, tired. "Yeah, let's go."
"Yeah..."
As they left the building, you shivered at the cold air. You internally groaned at yourself for not bringing your jacket, when you felt a warm weight draped on you. You looked up to find a smiling Jimin, whose jacket draped around your form leaving him in his only his shirt.
"Eh?"
"It's cold, isn't it? Wear it first." He said, shrugging.
"But-"
"Aish~ I'm so tired." The male whined, cutting you off and ruffling your hair before he deliberately walked faster towards his hyung, giving you no chance to retort.
You could only stare at his back in disbelief, enveloped the warmth of his jacket that he was just wearing, his scent subtly lingering in the air around you.
~*~
Honestly, truth be told, you didn't even know where you were going.
You were seated between Taehyung and Jimin in the van, and fortunately the whole group was tired and dozed off almost immediately after their butts touched the van's leather seats, so your tired ass wouldn't have to deal with their bickering. Don't misunderstand, you lived for them and everything about them, but you really didn't think you could deal with that right now.
Honestly, if you looked back on this occasion, you would probably admit that it was a wonder you didn't faint. For obvious reasons.
But you were just that tired. And when you're tired, you becomes Min Yoongi's spirit animal.
You felt a weight on your right shoulder, as your stomach did a double flip. Taehyung's hair tickled your neck, and you occasionally felt his breath as the male's chest rose and fell in a relaxed and gentle fashion. He almost seemed like a child.
Almost.
But with his sharp jawline, beautiful eyes and perfect nose and full lips- he was mesmerising.
You were staring and you could hardly stop yourself. You didn't need to look in the mirror to know that your face was beet red. Thank god the whole van was asleep save for you and the driver whose eyes were kept on the road. Your eyes lingered on his face for a moment longer, before they finally tore away.
Any longer and you really didn't know if your heart could take it. You were already squealing- Barely breathing.
Probably not.
It was Kim Taehyung afterall. Kim Taehyung.
And to make matters even worse (or better), his arms was wrapped around your abdomen as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck- you really couldn't move. You could feel his body against yours, and every breath against your neck...
Oh boy, was it going to be a long ride, for so many different reasons.
And in that moment, you didn't really mind the tire.
~*~
The van came to a stop in front of a downright beautiful building that you recognised to be the BTS dorm.
"We're here." The driver announced, as the boys stirred from their short slumber. You could only stare in awe at the phenomenal sight in front of you. Lord, they looked so cute waking up-
Was that creepy?
Yes?
Well, if you were you, you would also be a creep so---((what sense is this))
Anyway, Taehyung blearily opened his eyes, and a yawn left his lips as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes before he realised the position he was still in.
His face heated up.
Oh god. No wonder the sleep was more comfortable than usual-
"Taehyung-ssi... Wake up."
He looked up and your eyes met and it took everything he had to speak properly.
"Ah, thank you, [Y/N]-ssi!" He gave you his boxy smile in hopes that the darkness would mask his blushing state.
"Ah, yeah." You smiled back sheepishly- you bet even the darkness couldn't hide your growing blush.
Everyone was now outside the van, save for you. 'So... I'll be going to my new place now, yeah? I wonder how it'd be like...'
It was only then that you noticed Namjoon staring at you strangely, a yawning Jungkook waiting for him by his side.
"[Y/N]-ssi...Aren't you going to come out?"
"Huh?"
"You'll be living with us, right?"
The maknae and the journalist's eyes widened, the former's drowsiness shed and forgotten.
"Huh?!"
~*~
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Scenes [BTS X Reader]
FanfictionIn which you, [L/N] [Y/N], become Bangtan's personal journalist, and their hearts began revolving around you.
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