𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

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*Pocket-sized AU*

(Pocket!BTS x Male Reader)

(Fluff)

Rain pelts heavily against the citizens of South Korea on that late Saturday night, those unlucky enough to have been caught in the sudden shower without an umbrella were stuck holding whatever they can above their hands to protect them, from purses to their own coat. A dashingly-dressed man with a suitcase pulled over his hair runs past an open alleyway, unaware of the small, sentient beings trapped in the blistering downpour against their own will.

Seven, tiny men no larger than half of a paper dollar all sit inside of a cardboard box, huddling together for warmth that does nothing against the corroding, brown material due to the rain, and the men were just counting down the last few minutes they had before it eventually collapses and crushes them all to death.

"It's freezing," a dark, ash gray haired male speaks through chattering teeth, tightening his arms around himself more beneath his black t-shirt.

"We know, Yoongi." Another one of the small men pipes up through a pair of full lips, his hair a little bit lighter than the man he had spoken to. "No need to state the obvious."

"You would think," a different male chuckles dryly, his dark brown hair clinging to his forehead with precipitation, "that's it fucking winter with how cold it is."

"Language," the lighter gray reprimands.

"Sorry."

The men had no idea how they got in the box, only waking up to realize that they were, in fact, put in one in their sleep, but they have an idea of who probably did it.

You see, the seven were created in a laboratory by a scientist named, Go Haram. They weren't made for any particular reason other than the fact that they could be, and then they were ultimately used as Guinea pigs for her amusement, as Haram would often remind them. She would dress them up however she liked, starve them for days only to feed them the most horrendous things she could find (she even once fed them spoiled milk mixed with tuna and old hotdog water as a drink), and sometimes would fling them around like rag dolls if she was in a bad mood.

They never sprained anything or broke any bones since Haram made sure they wouldn't be able to, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt immensely.

The tiny beings immediately concluded that she just grew bored of them and, as a result, threw them away to either fend for themselves or die (most likely expecting the latter since they weren't even seven inches tall).

At the sudden sound of a metal door swinging open, the men jump in surprise, huddling closed together on instinct.

"What is that?" One of the men whispers, his turquoise hair tickling Yoongi's cheek, but he doesn't move him.

"I don't know," Yoongi breathes back.

The seven don't know where they are, let alone that they're resting in the alleyway of a little niche diner, and a young male steps through the back door of the diner with a trash bag in one hand and the other (hardly) protecting his hair.

"Shit," M/N curses, rushing to the dumpster with the trash bag.

Just before he goes to throw the bag in the bin, the toe of his [color/shoe] collide into something hard and soft at the same time, and he stumbles.

"Ah!"

The male stops, his brows coming together at the sound of...tiny screaming?

M/N looks down and he stares at the half-soaked box on the ground next to the metal dumpster with its hole-punctured flaps tapped closed and a wet, paper note stapled to the front. M/N throws the trash away and kneels down, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Do what ver yo want with t em," M/N is vaguely able to make out from the running, black ink.

"Do whatever you want with them...?" M/N says what he thought the note was supposed to say and scratches the side of his tilted head.

Meanwhile, inside of the box, the tiny men hold their breaths, their wide eyes peering up through the holes of the flaps at the sight of a curious face staring down at them. Well, not them, but trying to look through the holes to see what could possibly be in there.

M/N uses his nail to tear a line down the middle of the tape, the action being surprisingly easy because of it probably being out in the rain for so long, and he takes the flaps between his fingers.

'Please, don't jump out at me,' M/N closes his eyes. 'Please, don't jump out at me. Please, don't jump out at me!'

Taking a deep breath, M/N pulls the flaps open and slowly opens one eye after a moment where nothing jumps out of the box and latches onto his face in a violent rampage of wild, animalistic urges. But, when he sees what's inside of the box, both of his eyes open and widen.

"Tiny," M/N begins, the wheels in his mind slowly turning to process the sight in front of him. His puzzled face was a bit comical for the tiny beings, and they almost found themselves smiling in amusement.

Just...give him a second.

"Tiny...men...?" M/N finally gets out, blinking.

'Is this real? Or...did I smoke a fuck ton of crack before I came to work and I just don't remember? No, I think I'd remember doing crack-'

"Hey!" A small voice yells, gaining M/N's attention. "If you're not going to take us somewhere dry, can you at least close the box?! It's fucking freezing!"

M/N's eyes linger on the platinum blind who seemingly used all of his physical, mental, and emotional strength to shout that out so that he could hear it based off of the strained look on his face aftrwards, and he suddenly remembers how he's currently crouching in the rain, getting soaked.

"Namjoon," the lighter grey hisses, nudging Namjoon in the side.

"Sorry, Jin, but it's cold!"

'Well,' Yoongi thinks, a shiver raking through his body, 'at least he's standing over us so we aren't getting wet anymore.'

M/N turns away from the tiny men to take a quick glance around him before looks back down at them.

'Are you really about to do it, M/N?' The male asks himself. His arms move on their own and close the flaps.

'I think...'  

M/N picks up the box with a sigh.

'...you are.'

"I'm taking you guys home with me."

(A/N: Sorry for spelling/grammatical errors! Want another part? Let me know!)