Last Resort - KTH BTS FanFic - ***Completed

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Frankie mused at how many groceries it took to cook for eight in a home kitchen, which she of course doubled because they were all physically fit and active men in their twenties. She lugged her ingredients in a bellhop cart through the resort and up to Taehyung's room. Using the keycard he had given her, she opened the door and began unloading her culinary haul.

She laughed to herself to think she had the keycard to the room of a superstar. It felt weird, being trusted to enter his personal space, touch his belongings...even if she didn't know who he was on the celebrity scale, he was still obviously a celebrity, yet he had so much trust in her to not just rob him of all of his expensive shit. She knew those shirts were Gucci and Chanel, even if they were on the floor of his bedroom like they were Walmart specials.

She popped her phone into the familiar soundsystem of the room, one she had enjoyed during her past stays, and decided to choose the music she would be prepping and cooking to for the next two hours. Should she go with her guilty pleasure, and hit that Ludacris playlist, or take the time to research and listen to the actual boyband she was preparing to feed? She decided to split down the middle and loaded the discographies of both and hit shuffle, enjoying the beats as she washed and cut vegetables at the marble counter as a bassy voice asked her how low she could go.

The dinner was pretty much done, with pots simmering, meat resting and warming in the oven, salad and pasta prepped and waiting. Frankie washed her hands, feeling particularly self-satisfied, and decided to go to the bedroom to change into clean shorts and a tank top. Her ears perked up as the song changed, a possibly-familiar voice growling out 'Wae nae mameul heundeuneun geonde' as rocking beats played heavy in the background.

Frankie realized she didn't know which voice belonged to which member. She thought she might be able to guess, but she hadn't heard any of them sing or rap. Who even was a singer or a rapper? Who was growling? Who was hitting those high notes? She put on her clothes quickly, opting for a messy bun instead of actually styling her hair, and went to check her phone. Noting the name of the song, she pulled her phone from the soundsystem and sat on the couch to look up the video.

Ummm...hello.

Her mouth dropped open as she watched baby versions of the guys she knew dancing, singing, and rapping in school uniforms. Puberty hit those boys like a truck, even though the video was only five or six years old, and she grinned at the boyish chub on all of their cheeks as they played the bad boy persona to perfection. She was definitely going to ask Tae to do that shoulder dance move for her later.

The next thing she knew, Frankie had fallen into a hole of Youtube videos, pressing play on the next suggested video and squeeing happily over every single one. Before she could realize it, thirty minutes had flown by, and the door to the suite opened as seven loud and attractive men barreled through it, joking and laughing. They all paused as they came in, hearing their song playing loudly from the phone in Frankie's hand, both parties as surprised as the other.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Taehyung asked, a smile creeping over his face.

"I-I...well..." Frankie stammered, pausing the video on her phone, "I was listening...and then I didn't know whose voice was whose...and then the videos."

"We got another one," Jimin giggled to the others, "Should I get you an official ARMY membership card?" he gave Frankie a cute wink.

"No," she regained her composure, "But you could do a back flip for me."

Jimin executed one perfectly, landing gracefully on his feet and smiling smugly.

"Good puppy," Frankie grinned, standing and patting him on the head. She faced the rest of the group, "The food is ready, and I thought we could eat at the large table in the courtyard, if you want to help me carry it down?"

The boys clapped their hands together, standing at attention and taking the various containers of food and dining ware to follow her out to the courtyard. The lights were strung up and twinkling, much like the night of the party, and frogs and crickets could be heard on he perimeter in the short silences between conversation. Frankie served them a summer salad on leafy greens, with pecans and feta to balance the sweetness of the strawberries and mango, prosciutto-wrapped cantaloupe, grilled halloumi with a sweet balsamic reduction and pineapple, garlic-buttered bowtie pasta, braised pork belly, and flank steaks. It looked like enough for a small village, but the guys made short work of it, patting their bellies when they were finished.

"Marry me," Jin let out with a content sigh, sending Frankie a flying kiss as she laughed, "You can keep sleeping with Tae, if you must, just be home every night to cook for me."

"She can just teach you to cook it for yourself," Taehyung grumped, wrapping his arm around her possessively, "Keep your ring in your pocket, Hyung."

"Sexy Noona just got sexier," Jeongguk grinned, just before his eyes went wide and he slapped his hand over his mouth, "Shit. I said that in english, didn't I?"

"What's a sexy noona?" Frankie asked, looking curiously at Tae.

"You," he pointed at her confidently, "You are a sexy noona." He chuckled at her dissatisfied look, "A noona is a girl who is older than a guy. It's technically an honorific title, but can also be used in a pet name sort of way," he explained, "So when I call you Noona, my eyebrows are wiggling, even if you can't see them. When they call you Noona," he gestured to the others at the table, "They're doing it as a sign of respect. No eyebrows."

"That's what you think," Jeongguk grinned, wiggling his eyebrows to show his point.

"And this is how they die," Tae's smile was wide and dramatic, but his eyes never left Frankie's as she laughed.

"So wait...you guys have been calling me Sexy Noona without me knowing?" Frankie couldn't hide the blush in her cheeks, "Like, that's my name?"

"Technically it's Foxy Noona," Jimin answered, "Dubbed by yours truly."

"I don't understand how you haven't learned basic survival skills," Namjoon laughed, throwing a piece of cheese at Jimin, "Tae's face looks like he's trying to set you on fire with his mind."

"So, Noona," Yoongi looked at Frankie, obviously changing the subject, "Do you cook like this all the time?"

"These are all dishes on the menus at my restaurants," Frankie nodded proudly, "And I've done catering for large events." She smiled brightly, "I even cooked dinner for President Obama once!"

"Really?" Jin beamed, "How do you cook for so many people?"

"I don't do it all by myself," she admitted humbly, "I have a team that are the best at their craft cooking alongside me. They follow my recipes and execute the dishes to my standard so everything comes out consistent and the best it can possibly be."

"That's really cool," Hoseok clapped excitedly, "We have people who cook for us on tour or at events and signings. I always wondered how they got it all done!"

"My girl is a rockstar," Tae cooed, nuzzling his face into her neck, "She's the best of the best. I looked it up."

Frankie's eyes went wide for a split second when she heard Tae call her 'his girl' so casually. Was she his girl? Did she want to be? She had to admit she didn't hate the sound of it as it rolled off his tongue, making her heart flutter wildly. Even though she was sure it was something he probably said all the time, she couldn't help feeling oddly happy to bear the title...even if it was just for a little while longer.

Namjoon noticed her reaction, though. It was as much his job to protect the people his members interacted with as it was to protect and care for the members themselves. He saw a spark igniting between Tae and Frankie, and he worried if they were both going to get burned when it came for them to part in a week's time.