Borahae (BTS reverse harem)✔️

Heartbeat

It's officially comeback season.

The good news?

The guys are so insanely busy that they're not even caring about silly rumors, plus the fandom is pleasantly distracted by their #1 hit title track and album that have both dominated every platform from iTunes to YouTube.

The bad news?

I never get to see them. Like, ever.

They decided a comeback in Korea would be best considering that their last one was abroad. So after two weeks of nonstop promo, music shows, and appearances, we'll be heading to LA. That's right. We. Meaning they refused to let me stay here in Seoul while they're in the States. And for some reason, I'm nervous about being back on US soil soon.

"Are you guys hungry?" I ask as they trudge in from yet another recording. It's nearly midnight and they'll be back at it again in the morning. "I can heat something up or make you a snack."

Jin shakes his head. "Too...tired." Then he collapses onto the couch.

"Jagi," Jimin whines flopping down beside me. "I'm so sore."

"Awww, poor baby. Let me rub your neck. Is it bothering you again?"

I help Jimin lay face down on the couch so I can massage his neck and shoulders. Taehyung sprawls out on the floor waiting for his turn while Yoongi and Namjoon give me quick pecks before heading upstairs. Jungkook kneels in front of me and captures my lips.

"Hi, Noona," he smiles.

"Hi, JK. You look sleepy, baby." I reach out to stroke his hair but he shakes his head.

"I'm sweaty."

"It's ok. I like your sweat."

He gives me a bunny grin. "I'll go get clean and see you in a little bit."

"He'll be in there for fifty minutes," Jimin says after Jungkook has gone to hit the showers, his voice muffled by the couch. I knead a sore spot and he groans.

"Fifty minutes? What the hell is he doing in there?"

Jin chuckles from the other side of the sectional. "He's still young."

"Ok, Grandpa," I jibe. "Speaking of being old... How are you guys holding up?" It's day three of music shows and they already look ragged.

"We're pros," Hobi answers. "But we are very, very tired."

"I bet. Even I was exhausted on the day I just went to watch." 

Plus it was a headache to avoid Mimi and dodge the cameras backstage. And a good lesson in restraint to keep from kissing them between takes. While their natural faces are my absolute favorite, anytime I see them all done up for the cameras, I swear I forget my own name. They're just insanely gorgeous. Everything about them, inside and out, is absolutely beautiful.

After I'm done with Jimin, I go over to Taehyung to find that he's already sound asleep on the floor.

"Tae," I whisper, shaking him a bit. "Tae, baby, go to bed."

He mutters something incoherent in Korean then begrudgingly pushes himself up. However, instead of going upstairs, he makes a beeline for my room. I laugh and shake my head. Looks like I'll be stripping him of his clothes and tucking him in, just as I did last night.

Since I've been home bored out of my mind while they put in 12-hour days, I decided to tidy up their rooms and tackle their laundry, which now is neatly folded and sorted on one side of the sectional. None of them would ever ask me to do it but I'm happy to. I live an incredibly charmed life and I should pull my weight. And being able to do something nice for them makes me feel good.