BTS IMAGINES

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Y/n: (screaming) "I can't deal with this! I'm in too deep! Someone call 911, I'm about to explode!"

Jin, looking bemused, remarked, "Well, that was unexpected."

Suga deadpanned, "I hope our concerts don't always end like this."

In the midst of her frantic escape, Y/n, propelled by her fangirl madness, collided with none other than Jungkook himself. The collision was not only unexpected but also comically dramatic.

Y/n: (apologetically) "Oh, Jungkook, I didn't mean to crash into the Eighth Wonder of the World! Can you forgive my fangirl rampage?"

Jungkook, caught off guard, grinned and nodded, playfully patting her on the shoulder as if to say, "No harm done."

However, in the chaos of the collision, Y/n unknowingly dropped her phone, which clattered to the floor like a tragic prop in a Shakespearean play. Unaware of her lost phone, she continued her wild sprint, leaving Jungkook to witness the aftermath of her whirlwind encounter.

Meanwhile, Lily and Alex, startled by Y/n's unexpected collision and subsequent hysterical escape, took their own paths to flee the backstage madness and ending up outside the stadium.

After their wild escapades and unintentional detours, Y/n, Lily, and Alex found themselves outside the stadium, panting and bewildered. They circled the building separately, each thinking they were on a quest for the elusive exit. As they caught their breaths, it dawned on them that they had just experienced the most surreal backstage adventure of their lives.

Y/n: "Did we really just meet BTS? Or did we accidentally step into a K-drama plot?"

Just as they were sinking in the absurdity of their BTS encounter, Y/n's eyes widened, and a childlike panic overcame her.

Y/n: (frantically searching pockets) "Oh no, guys, I just realized something! I lost my phone while encountering BTS members!"

Y/n, now in full-on panic mode, shouted, "My phone is probably having a backstage interview with Jin right now! We need to find it!"

In the midst of the backstage chaos, Jungkook's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a phone lying on a nearby surface.

The phone had a wallpaper of jungkook and a quote - "This phone belongs to Jungkook's girlfriend, Y/n. If you're not Jungkook, fuck off."

Jungkook, eyebrows raised, couldn't help but chuckle at the audacity and possessiveness displayed on the lock screen.

Jungkook: (smirking) "Well, someone's not shy about staking their claim. Guess I've got a self-proclaimed girlfriend out here."

His interest piqued, he decided to explore further, unlocking the phone to discover more about the mysterious owner. To his surprise, the phone was unlocked, revealing an array of apps and messages.

Jungkook: (muttering) "Well, might as well play detective."

As he navigated through the device, he stumbled upon Y/n's Instagram, which featured the same statement in her bio. Intrigued, he scrolled through her feed, catching a glimpse of her life through her posts.

His eyes widened as he scrolled through a variety of fanfics – from him as a mafia boss to a CEO, and even a bad boy with a heart of gold. As he delved deeper into the fanfics, he was met with a collection of smutty and sensual stories, each painting vivid images of intimate sex with him.

Jungkook: (murmuring seductively) "In the moonlit room, Jungkook's hands trailed along her skin, leaving a trail of fire..."

The suggestive descriptions echoed in the backstage silence, each word adding to the simmering tension.