Bangtan Gang

2

                     "Hey Y/n, I'm RM.."

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   He smiled his dimpley smile and began to introduce the rest. "And this is Jin. That's Suga, then Jhope, Jimin, V and Jungkook." They all nodded or lifted their hand when called upon. Tbh, they were all kinda cute, but smelled heavily of alcohol. No- stop it y/n. RM looked at the tire once again and turned to Jhope. "Start the car, take it to the back."

   "Wait, what are you doing-" I said trying to push towards it. The Suga guy held me back while Jhope slowly started driving it to the back.

   "Don't worry sweet thing, we're just replacing your tire" he chuckled. "Bring her in Jimin, and someone kindly get her some water. The poor things face is about to explode." I didn't even notice the heat creeping into my face as I looked around at the guys. Jesus Christ this is embarrassing.
  
   Jimin came up to me and gave me a cute eye smile while telling the guys to follow him. "Hi Y/n! I'm Jimin if you didn't remember. Sorry if we scared you, RM doesn't like us looking 'weak'." He whispered the last part, for the leader was right in front of us. I internally giggled at his innocence and calmed down a bit. "Anyways, how old are you? Do you live nearby? Do you like cats or dogs?"
  
   "Hahaha, I do live nearby. I'm not telling you where though-" He pouted, showing off his adorable plump lips. Then that eye smile was back. I let out a quiet giggle and continued. "I'm 19, and I prefer cats." All the guys suddenly went "ooooo" and turned to the moody guy with big grins.

   "You are all stupid." He said, causing all the guys to laugh loudly. We got inside and their laughs echoed through the old, but surprisingly homey warehouse. The inside was cleaned up nicely, and lights were hanging from the rails of the second floor. I liked it.

    One laugh stood out to me, it was loud and sounded like someone cleaning windows.. it made me laugh too.

   All the men turned to me when they heard it. Its like they've never heard a girl's voice, they looked entranced almost. "Uhm..." I said. They all snapped back and awkwardly looked around. A few minutes later, Jhope came in through the back with a can of sprite, and gave a large smile. Its like the sun itself had walked into the shady place. "Miss me?" He asked. The moody guy, Suga, suddenly shot his head to the human ray of sunshine and his little attitude was gone. Um, ok? I was confused but it was cute.
  
   "Hey y/n, I changed your tire, you're good to go~." Jhope said.

   "Oh.. thank you Jhope." I said awkwardly. He took a swig of his sprite which I'm sure had alcohol in it and pointed to me. "Call me Hobi." He smiled and turned to Suga, acting like his complete opposite.

    "Yoongiiiii.." I heard him say, earning a cute little smile from him. Yoongi? Hm, Suga must be his street name. I wondered what the other guy's real names were. For some reason, I felt super comfortable with them. I didnt feel threatened or anything, the only one I got a little intimidated by was RM.. but that's probably just his job as a leader. His dimples would say otherwise though.

   I didn't know if my car being fixed meant that I could go. Although I personally felt at ease, my mind was going over my current situation. I'm in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere in the company of seven gangsters with a dead phone. Its not a fanfiction or imagine where you automatically become part of their "family" because they like you. They may seem nice and all, but I know better. So I stay put at a dusty bar in the corner of the place.

   It was a good 30 minutes until one of the guys walked up to me. And my God was he a sight. He had a mullet of black curly hair and wore a big V-neck black t shirt. He ran his beautiful hand through his luxious hair and sat in the stool next to me. He seemed agitated and looked down at the counter for a minute. I took this as an opportunity to check him out. His shirt reached his upper thighs, then some loose grey sweatpants were visible. He wore some black steel toe boots and- puppy socks? I looked back at his face and almost died. His side profile was a work. of. art. I was so lost in his features that it took me a few seconds to realize I was staring directly into his eyes. The heat rose to my cheeks. How could I not realize he turned his head. What the fuck y/n.