Kpop Imagines

Being childhood friends with BTS

Aka Friends to lovers scenarios

[I may have made Namjoons a bit longer than the others, but there was a lot of scene setting involved in his, so sorry if that bothers you]

Namjoon
You looked around the old buildings and decrepit roads, as your mom tugged you along, complaining about how they needed to repave the streets. To say you hated this area would be an understatement. Not only did you hate it here, but you hated what it meant every time you came. You may have been young, but you knew that you only came here when you were going to see your dad.

You didn't like him. Your young brain only knew that he yelled a lot and the air in his house smelled like smoke. As usual the two of you walked up his equally crusty driveway and your mom knocked on the door. It opened, the sound of your dads pitbull barking startled you as it always did. You were happy you didn't live here. Your mom stepped inside and tried to pull you along, but you shook your head no, telling her you would play in the front yard. She didn't care much, only shrugging and closing the door behind her.

You sighed and went to look around the "yard" if you could even call it that. The grass was patchy and overgrown, and there was garbage from the street littered everywhere. No parent in their right mind would let a child play out here.

As quietly as you could, you reopened the chain link fence and walked out, making a right down the street in hopes of running into the ice cream truck. Planning ahead, you had tucked away a few dollars of allowance money into your overall pocket to buy some if you did see it. As you were walking past the houses in the neighborhood, someone's front door opened. It was a small house just like your dads, and the front door squeaked as a boy about your age wearing thick framed glasses and holding money in his hand walked outside.

He had made it to his fence by the time you were walking by, and he noticed you passing as he closed the fence behind him.

"Are you looking for the ice cream truck too?"

He asked, as he began walking next to you. You nodded and slowed down a bit so he could keep the pace.

"I like chocolate ice cream, what about you?"

"Mint chocolate chip"

You answered. He made a face.

"Mint chocolate chip tastes like toothpaste"

"Nuh uh"

You shook your head, as the two of you rounded the corner to see the ice cream truck parked in front of the towns rusty basketball court.

You and the boy who had introduced himself as Namjoon waited in line until it was your turn, both of you choosing to sit on a squeaky bench to eat your treats.

"How come I've never seen you?"

He asked, spooning some ice cream into his mouth.

"I don't live around here, I'm just here to see my dad"

You answered him. Namjoon nodded.

"Well where is he?"

"At his house probably. I left because I don't like him. My mom said you shouldn't let people yell at you, but she lets him yell at her, so I don't like him"

Namjoon nodded.

"My parents yell too. I don't like yelling"

He finally answered.

"I wish we could leave"

You sighed. Namjoon placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, pushing his glasses up his cute nose with his other hand.