THE AMOUNT OF DISRESPECT BIGHIT HAS FOR MOAS. I STG THE 18TH CANT COME SOON ENOUGH.
THESE TEASERS ARE KILLING ME SIS.
Also, any one else here a MOA? Who's your bias? Mine is Hueningkai, but truly it depends on the day.
Also who's your BTS bias? Mine is Yoongi, but it switches on me all the time.
I woke up in bed, fresh boxers and covered in blankets. I felt groggy, I had a slight headache, and my nose was a little bit stuffy, but other than that I didn't feel too awful. I sat up and stretched, seeing I was now in a huge hoodie that most definitely wasn't mine. I saw a glass of water and two pain killers sitting on my night stand. I smiled a little and took them. I looked over in the corner and saw Milo peacefully sleeping on his little bed. I smiled.
I was still so confused as to how I even ended up here in bed. All I remember is coming home, being taken to the bath, and then poof I'm in bed. I rubbed my eyes and walked into the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and studied myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and my face was a little puffy. The hoodie was practically a dress on me but it was so warm. I looked at the time and saw it was 10 am. I panicked and started to look for my phone.
I looked around my room and couldn't find it, so I went out of my room to the kitchen where I saw it plugged in. I turned it on and saw multiple texts from Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, Jin, and Taehyung. I saw that Jin had opened for me today and told me to take a day off. I sighed and went to the living room.
Namjoon's bed was perfectly made and the whole place was in tip top shape. My heart really wished he would have came back by now. I went to my closet and dresser to see that all of his things are still here. That was a relief but I was still worried. I heard the front door open and close, shoes and keys being put away, and someone walk into the kitchen. I heard cabinets and things being put away and things being put on the table.
I walked out of my room looked around the living room. I heard someone walk out of the kitchen and stop in the doorway.
"Thank god you're awake."
I spun around and saw Namjoon. I gasped and jumped into his arms. He stumbled a little in surprise but caught me anyway. I was clinging to him like a koala and had my face buried in his neck. He slowly wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and nuzzled his face into my neck.
"You came back..." I whispered.
"I did." He replied.
I pulled my face away and looked at him, "I thought you left..."
He sighed, "Jimin-"
"Why did you do that?" I mumbled, tears pricking my eyes.
He bit his lip and carried me over and sat on his bed, "I got scared..."
"Of what?"
"You promise you won't hate me...?"
I nodded, "Promise."
He gulped, "When I saw you and whoever...kissing...I panicked. I just felt so...heartbroken. I didn't get why...I ran off and I just kept running and running until I couldn't anymore....I went to the Han River and just walked. Yoongi hyung and Taehyung found me...Yoongi hit me upside the head and Taehyung scolded me.."
I giggle lightly, "Sounds like them.."
He smiled a bit, "But they also said some other things that..really got to me."
"Like what? Were they mean? I swear I-"
"No!" He chuckled, "They just gave me a reality check."

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Flowers and Tattoos
FanfictionJimin is a 20 year old florist that runs a floral/cafe and Namjoon is a 23 year old tattoo artist. Namjoon moved his shop next to Jimin's business. What happens when their paths cross? I DO NOT OWN BTS. I DO NOT OWN THE K POP MEMBERS MENTIONED. THI...