Brotherly Love (BTS X READER) *Book 1*

A Little Mistake

     "Looks like we won't be getting out of here."

     "What?" you gasped. "But, your phone..."

     "Its dead, idiot." Namjoon hissed, beginning to pace around the small closet. "Taehyung must have killed it with his excessive calls. That boy will be lucky to keep his life once I'm out of here."

     You rested your chin on your knees. The one chance you had to escape the closet and it had been completely shattered right before your eyes. Not to mention, you were stuck in there with the one person who was least in your favor. As a matter of fact, why was Namjoon the one looking for you?

     "Hey, why are you the one who came to find me? I thought you disliked me quite a bit." You voiced your thoughts. The man stopped in his tracks and looked you dead in the eye.

     "I do dislike you. Strongly. But the reason that I'm the one looking for you is that the other members just wouldn't practice. They were all being freaky and anxious and they couldn't do squat. So, I came after you to ease their minds and get them back to work." Namjoon explained and then resumed his pacing. You didn't really understand the logic behind that, considering that no matter who went they would lack a member and be unable to practice properly, but you knew better than to question it. So, you just gave a low hum of understanding and became silent once more.

     Back at the practice room, it was nothing short of utter chaos. If someone were to walk in at that moment all they would see was panic, and all they would hear was screaming, wailing, and anxious mumbling. Taehyung had particularly gone into emergency mode. The man ran about like an escaped crazy person, screaming and crying and just generally freaking out, as expected considering his emotional and mental instability.

     Jungkook frantically paced, and fidgeted. He would pick items up and move them to different parts of the room with no purpose, essentially redecorating. All the while he quivered and muttered concerns under his breath at the same fast rate as his heart beat.

     Now, while they were the worst of the six in the room, the other four were still stressed, no doubt. Jin repeatedly called Namjoon as he paced about the room. His motherly instincts were really surfacing at that time, but he had no idea why he was so worried.

     Jimin sat in a corner, rocking back and forth slowly. He stared at the ground blankly with only one thought on his mind. The single thing going through his head was simply your name. It repeated over and over but he didn't understand why it was all he could think of. Jimin tried to redirect his thoughts, but nothing changed. 

     'Y/N, Y/N, where is Y/N? Y/N, Y/N...' the words formed an unnerving melody in his brain, but he couldn't get for the life of him why he was so plagued by your disappearance.

     Yoongi was the oddest of the bunch. No one could understand the weirdness of his actions. He had grabbed a stack of paper from the closet and began drawing self-portraits. They weren't good by any means, and when he finished one he would throw the paper and begin a new one. There were sheets of white all over the room, only adding to the appearance that the room had been hit by some crazy disaster. Had you seen what he was doing, you could easily tell that he was drawing pictures of himself to distract from his worry about someone else, but you were stuck back in a closet, your whereabouts unknown. As like most of the other members, Yoongi didn't understand why he cared so much. He had only had one relative conversation with you, and it wasn't exactly very empowering. For some reason though, he wasn't insulted by you so much as intrigued. Had anyone else said to him what you did, he would've had their head, but for some reason he wasn't mad at you at all. And then, as he drew with panic, he was deeply concerned and very confused.