Every Cloud | ft. BTS, TXT

1. 'his shirt wont be the only thing torn off'

So we are all waiting in the dressing rooms, watching the tiny TV showing the boys we have grown to love through the years. 'We' being me, the other stylist (Chanri) working this show and all of the staff who dedicate their lives to making sure the 7 most clumsy and awkward men in Seoul somehow manage to make it through this stage without hurting themselves.

I cant complain though, I have been working with Big Hit for 3 years now as the senior stylist of BTS and as a result, they have become 7 of my closest friends. Im 24, born in the same year as Jimin and Taehyung so it's no wonder I have been able to form a bond with them all but somehow they all make me feel 10 years older than I am due to the pure amount of stress they put me through on a daily basis worrying for their health.

We were watching them perform Fake Love now and I have to say, me and Chanri did an amazing job on their costumes, Jimin is thankfully in a tucked in shirt. I made the mistake once of putting him in a flowy black silk shirt but looking at how the performance turned out, he may aswell not have worn a shirt at all but that was just 'an accident' as he likes to call it.

Im staring intensely at the screen as they dance to Yoongis rap, desperately hoping that everything goes well.

Spoke too soon.

-5 minutes later-

'Kim Namjoon! Can you please explain to me why the freakidy frakity monkey tails did you just tear Kook's shirt?!' I shouted as they came back into the dressing room after their stage.He looked back at me shyly with his dimples popping out. Damn it he knows i cant resist his stupid puppy dimples.

'Im sorry Hyunae, you know I didnt mean to, I just break everything'He whispered. You see, he is trying to guilt trip me for shouting at him and it works every single time and I hate it. But i cant resist him, who can? Hes my best friend and our nations president.

'Joonie i know youre trying to guilt trip me and i know that you know its working and i hate you for that but please trust me when i say if you do that again then Jungkooks shirts is not going to be the only thing getting torn off'

He pulled me in for a side hug and just chuckled. CHUCKLED. HE GIGGLED. LIKE WHO DOES THAT WHEN I HAVE JUST THREATENED THEM? Listen i may be 5'2 but i could beat any of them in a fight any day.

Apart from Jungkook, he works out like 6 times a week and can probably just throw me into a wall in his sleep.

I just sighed in response as he kissed my head, he sure knows how to get to me. I cast my eyes over the remaining bangtan boys and congratulate them all on their performance, especially Jimin for keeping his abs away for the entire 4 minutes of the stage. He just smiles back at me, knowing im only teasing.

I really do not know what i would do without them, when I moved to Seoul becoming a stylist for a professional group was just a dream, i didnt have friends, i didnt have support from my family and although financially i was doing okay, i would give all the money in the world to have a friend. Then came along BTS.

When Bang PD hired me as head stylist everyone was skeptical because i was young, only 21 at the time with little to no experience but a bucket load of passion and i guess that was enough for him because he has kept me ever since. Originally i was just supposed to fill in for someone whilst they were on maternity leave but they decided to stay at home for a few years so they quit, thats when Bang PD offered me the job permanently. It was a dream come true.

We all headed back to the dorms, I went back with the boys to chill, it was nothing unusual for me to join them sometimes because of our friendship. The dorm they had was nice, the living room had an L shaped sofa with a plasma TV on a glass table with their consoles, DVDs, games and everything stored in box shelves underneath. It was open plan, so the kitchen was just behind the sofa with an island and stools in the middle and all the counters, sink, cupboards and all that jazzy stuff lined up against the wall.

'Hyunae come play mario kart with me! I've been practicing so im pretty sure i can beat you this time' Jungkook called out.

'Oh youre on Jeon, you know i wont go easy on you, noone can beat me!' I said as 2 arms snaked around my waist.

'Can you help me with dinner after, im just going to make ramen tonight because weve had a long day' The 2 arms whispered into my ear. I know it was Jin, only him and Yoongles ever cooked and the latter usually screamed my name from the kitchen when he realised he needed some help.

'Of course Jin you know i will but for now let me go kick the babys booty at mario kart, he seems to think he can actually beat me'

-15 minutes later-

'I cant believe he actually beat me! Has he been inhaling G-fuel or something' I whined as i pointed my wooden spoon at Jin

'Dont worry im sure you can find another game to beat him at but for now i need you to focus on not giving them all food poisoning' He laughed.

I just kept huffing to myself. As if he beat me, i got beat in mario kart by the nations golden maknae. Theyre wrong, hes not golden, hes evil, im sure he has been cheating, ill have to talk to taehyung about stepping up his game in mario kart so that my poor pride doesnt get hurt again by an overgrown bunny boy.

I was too lost in my own thoughts too notice my phone buzzing in my pocket. It was only when i felt a small hand take it out that i felt the difference.

'Hey Chimmy, if you give me my phone back now then i wont be mad and i wont feed you to Yeontan' I said, not even looking at him.

'How did you know it was me?!' He asked, shocked.

'You seem to forget that ive known you for 3 years, i know you by your breathing pattern. Also your hands are tiny'

'Theyre not even that small, ive been drinking a lot of milk for me to grow and Yoongi is smaller than me!'

'Denial is only a river in Egypt Jimin, also dont grow, who will be my little mochi then' I cooed as i squeezed his cheeks. He just burrowed his eyebrows in frustration and sighed in response.

I finally retrieved my phone just before the call ended.

'Hey Sejin, what can i do for you?' I asked

'Hi Hyunae, Bang PD just called me to ask you if you can come to the company tomorrow, i know its your day off but we need to discuss something, bring the boys if you can, i know youre with them now' He replied.

'Yeah no problem, thankyou for letting me know'

When he hung up I shouted for all the boys to come to the kitchen so i could tell them.

'Joon im assuming youve heard about the meeting but for the sake of obeying Sejin's request, ive been told we all have to attend a meeting at the company tomorrow, i dont know what about but it must be important for them to have it so last minute' I said. They all know when I talk about work I get serious so they dont try and make a joke out of it, which im grateful for as it shows their professionalism.

'Right i guess we should all probably head to sleep then' Namjoon said. He really was a good leader, he was exactly what the boys need for their professional careers and in general, he is the type of person to support them in personal matters aswell.

They were a team. The 7 Bangtan Boys.