International Stardom (BTS Spanking story)

Tardy {Namjoon}

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// RM's POV //

I was never very good at running.

Walking was my biggest strength, because I don't like to put my body through the terror that is jogging. Running at this speed is making me feel faint, driving wasn't an option.

For an Olympian, it would only take them five minutes to run three miles, but I, who has never ran longer than ten minutes in my life, could only pray that the hyungs didn't check their phones.

Sweat dripped down my cheeks and down my body, I could finally see the studio from the lights gleaming out of the street lamps.

I was almost there.

Finally deciding that running even ten more seconds would probably kill me, I slowed down to a walk. I'm already late, anyways. Plus, if my hyungs see me out of breath, they will know that I ran here. Implying, that I have forgotten the recording.

I sped walked until I put my shaky, sweaty hand on the metal door. I gave myself a quick second to remain calm, and prepare myself for my hyungs' anger.

And angry they were.

I didn't waste any time by knocking, and guided myself to the studio atmosphere as I opened the door.

The two men were sitting comfortably on the spinning chairs near the buttons of the equipment and away from the recording booth. All of them were talking amongst themselves, not even realizing that I've arrived.

I smiled, maybe they decided to let me off with another warning.

My hope was desperately hanging off a thread; My second oldest hyung took one look at my face and glared painfully:

"You're kind of late, aren't you?"

I swallowed at the blank emotion in his tone, I didn't dare look at Hoseok, who I knew had murder in his eyes.

"Well? I could have sweared I asked a question."

I turned my attention back to him, "Yes sir. I'm sorry, I-"

I tried to come up with an excuse that wouldn't piss them off. They knew when I lie, it wasn't hard to see on my face at all.

"I took a nap and.. I just couldn't... I mean I forgot-"

That word is what caused them to sigh harshly and pinched the bridges of their noses.

I forgot: This in their minds was the most fucked up I could have done. This wasn't the first time either, but the other times were different.

The three of us write our own rap songs, no one wrote them for us. Sometimes, recording was very difficult; we would find that some of the lyrics did not correspond together correctly. Tonight was the night we recorded, and that's the most crucial part of this whole thing.

"You forgot. You were sleeping while we were working our asses off for this new album. Do you even realize that without you, we can't finish? That means that us two have been waiting here for hours for you to arrive. We were very worried about you, that something may have happened to you while you were driving here! Do you realize that?! Are you understanding that?!"

Hoseok's voice sounds ominous, very sinister. It made me wanna cry.

"Y-Yes hyung, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? You're sorry. So that's your leisure for us? Just because you're sorry doesn't make up for what you did."