Moledro (n.) - A BTS Fic

Chapter 2

AN:- Is this buildup to major plot points I foresee? Ahh, it seems so, yes ... [P.S. (Y/I) stands for (Your Initials) and is/will be used a lot because it's pretty essential to the story!]

After a couple hours of panicking and going through what seemed to be the five stages of grief simultaneously, (Y/N) had finally started to come to terms with the fact that she now had a drunken tattoo. She wasn't fully on the road to acceptance per se, but at least she was in the general vicinity of the road, and that was good enough.

"I already have a couple piercings, what's a tattoo thrown into the mix? I mean, sure, Bangtan's initials are now forever inked into my skin but- I love them. I- it's okay, I ... I'm okay." (Y/N)'s rambling wasn't directed at anyone, meant more to comfort herself, but Esha still found herself cringing guiltily.

"Okay, listen to me! We have both downed enough painkillers to make a stab wound feel like a massage, but we still haven't had food yet and all this panicking on an empty stomach is not helping our cause. Let's go and eat something, yeah?" Esha's tone softened towards the end as she put a smile on her face even though her stomach was growling (quite loudly) due to hunger.

She just felt a little guilty for pressuring (Y/N) into going clubbing on her birthday when she was hesitant to do so (and also the fact that said clubbing lead to a whole-ass tattoo, but that was a whole other beast). Still, there would be a lot of time to wallow in guilt and regret later. For now, it could be left to food to make it all better.

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After a while of silently working in harmony preparing the food, Esha and (Y/N) settled into their living room couch. It was good that their other roommate and best friend Elliot wasn't home, or he would be sprawled over said couch and judging the girls without remorse. (That is, if he hadn't gone with them to the club and gotten just as drunk.) The girls had just started to eat as they went through their phones when some notifications in particular caught their eye.

"Hey, did you see? The boys did a live yesterday night. I don't know why everyone's freaking out though, we should watch it!" Esha suggested, pulling up the video on her phone before hearing what (Y/N) had to say.

The live started off normally enough; with the boys goofing off with each other as they waited for the viewer count to rise.

"I know fan subs are usually up pretty quickly, but don't you think this is a little too fast? It's hardly been a couple of hours since the live ended," (Y/N) commented thoughtfully, though she was obviously thankful for the subtitles.

The live was nice; the boys looked really cute and their group banter and dynamics naturally brought a few laughs out of the girls. Still, they didn't really understand what all the fuss was about... until Esha and (Y/N) reached the end of the live.

The boys were talking about their upcoming stage at an awards show, obviously excited for their performance, and had just asked a question to their viewers about what they were expecting. To read the answers by the fans properly, Jimin and Namjoon stepped closer to the camera and began scrolling through the comments.

That was when it happened, the development almost subtle; it would have been unnoticeable entirely if not for the boys being so close to the camera. Both Jimin and Namjoon's wrists seemed to darken for a few seconds in front of (Y/N) and Esha's (and a couple million others') eyes.

For a second, (Y/N) feared the two idols were somehow bleeding. However in the next second, the ink that had seemed to spring from the boys' skin retreated back in, leaving a hauntingly familiar inked design in its wake.

The live abruptly ended as soon as Bangtan realized something had gone wrong, and any sign of life that had returned to (Y/N)'s face that afternoon drained once again, leaving her stunned. Esha had also seemed to lose all motor functions, dropping her phone on the floor accidentally.