Surviving on YOU // BTS x Reader

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Conflict

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Y/N POV

"Touch me here."

Touch him... where?

My mind is empty, no thoughts as I stare at my hand held over his chest; he feels warm but has nothing resembling a heartbeat.

"Pressing on my chest here," Taehyung puts pressure on my hand, looking down at it pushing into his chest, bringing me back to the present just in time for a screen to appear between the two of us. "Brings up my information guide, as it would for the others too." His eyes flutter as he glances at me through his lashes and releases me.

"I... see. Thank you."

He steps back and the screen floats back with him, retaining the distance between the two and allowing my eyes to read it.

Taehyung Kim. 23 years old, standing at 5' 10". His traits are considerate and impulsive with the sin of gluttony. A bit hard to believe but I guess there could be more to it than being a food glutton. 

Finished reading, I look up to Taehyung who was staring at the top of my head. "How do I, uh, close it?"

"The same way you've been doing it with the others." He answers and glances past my head at the other men in the room.

I frown, confused as I try to recall what I did for the others'.

"Do I have to... kiss you, again?"

Taehyung's eyes widened slightly in response and his head poked forward. My brows furrow with his as he looks visibly baffled, his mouth opening and closing.

"Jagiya, you don't have to ask if you want to kiss me." He grabs my chin and steps forward, the screen closing as it reaches my shirt.

Noticing the disappearance of the screen, my hand, which is still resting on his chest, pushes back against him with more force than I intended to exert. His left foot slides back as his torso bends away from me. I pull my hand away as he catches himself from falling backwards.

"Woah! Sorry, I didn't mean to put so much force into that." A guilty frown falls over my face as I reach out my hands to help steady Taehyung.

Rather than seeming insulted, he grins at me. "It's ok, I like a girl with spunk."

"Wh-" My eyes widen as I quickly pull my hand back to me. We shared a tense moment in silence which was soon interrupted.

"Ahem. Hey, Y/N is it? What are you doing." I turn around but already recognize the voice as belonging to Namjoon. He stepped forward with his arms crossed over his chest and an eyebrow raised. "Why did you get so many of us?"

Reality dawns on me as the thought occurs, they're all aware of what they are and their purpose. So of course they would be a little put off if their owner were to have so many of them. Though, I'm not sure if I should tell them that I'm evaluating them. If they find out, it may interfere with the genuinity of their actions and could disrupt the test.

Lost in my thoughts, I'm brought back by a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, Taehyung is standing in front of me and tilts his head, making eye contact with me.

"Jagiii. Are you that lonely?" A frown briefly crosses his face with a pout as he continues. "I don't mind there being other bots as long as you give me your attention."

"I do." Namjoon approaches again as he steps closer to me, standing next to Taehyung. "I don't want to have to share you with anyone else." I begin to open my mouth, vacant as to what I would say, when a new voice chimes in.

"Hey, man. That's not up to you to decide. There is no restriction on how many of us our owner could have." Hoseok spoke up and began defending me. "There's obviously a reason as to why she got so many, so just shut up and give her some space to tell us." He turns his attention to me, as the other bots do too.

"Oh... uh..." Being put on the spot, I quickly come up with a slightly believable lie that contains some of my embarrassing truth. "Yeah, actually I haven't ever made any close relationships with people all my life. So when you all were released, I absolutely had to get you. You were all so appealing and I was just so lonely so I... I got a little greedy." I hug myself and slow my talking as a tinge of sadness shows in my voice.

Namjoon shifts as he reaches up to rub the back of his head, sighing deeply to himself. I look up at him just as he reaches forward to rub the top of my head. "Alright, carry on then." He walks away and sinks into a chair next to the couch where Yoongi had fallen asleep. Taehyung follows and sits in the matching chair across from Namjoon, a coffee table between the two.

Having seemingly resolved the conflict, I turn my attention back to the unopened boxes and approach the one closest to me. Within, a man about the same height as Taehyung is revealed. He is dressed sharply with an unbuttoned, black blazer over a white crew neck shirt loosely tucked into black slacks and dress shoes. His incredibly handsome face is enchanting with no flaws. His information screen appears as I read it to myself.

Seokjin Kim. Another Kim? 25 years old, and 5'10". He is brazen and gregarious and his sin is pride. I suppose that makes sense.

I lean forward, feeling eyes on me, as my lips meet his. As I pull back, his eyes shoot open and an adorable smile spreads across his face.

"How was it?" He suddenly asks, unprompted.

Confused, I respond. "How was what?"

"Kissing perfection." 

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hehehe are their sins showing a bit?