A collection of BTS imagines and preferences all written by me!
I don't take requests (at least at the moment), but you can certainly leave ideas or scenarios you'd like to see as a comment and I might use it!
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*some imagines ma...
A/N: So, I had a cool idea and I had to do it. I started this a while back (I literally wrote Namjoon's all the way back in November).
I don't really know how to describe what this is, while the stories are separate for each member, I'm definitely going for similar themes. Note: I do have ideas for all the members, but the rap line had the most concrete ideas. I also am not sure if this is something y'all are gonna like, but if you do, let me know and I'll do the Vocal Line!
Sorry, this one is kind of sad, but if I do this sort of thing again, it may not necessarily be sad! If you like these song scenario things, let me know and feel free to suggest songs! I can't guarantee I will do them, but if they inspire me I might! Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! 💕
Warnings: Mentions of implied/past violence, mentions of abuse
Inspired by Eastside (with Khalid and Halsey) by benny blanco.
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She used to meet me on the Eastside in the city where the sun don't set
Namjoon:
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Take your whole life then you put a line through it
Namjoon had noticed the girl walk into the cafe. Her eyes were wide and her hair was in tangles around her heart-shaped face.
For some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off her as she approached the counter ignoring his work that was spread across the table. Open notebooks and loose leaf paper all with fragmented sentences and words he liked.
She looked worried as the barista greeted her. She nodded before she began making various shapes and movements with her hands. Sign language. The baristas tried to understand but were at a loss for words as they looked around for a pen and paper.
Namjoon approached the counter and handed the girl his pen and a spare piece of paper. She nodded to thank him before bending down and writing two simple words: help me.
Her: They're looking for me
Him: Who?
Her: The Eastside Gang
Him: What do they want with you?
Her: My family owes them money. A lot.
Him: What can I do?
Her: Hide me when they come in. I lost them, but they'll find me here.
