Black Mamba || BTS X READER (FT. NCT U)

Chapter 1: Just Imaginations

Earth 1
10:00 A.M
October 30, 2020

"Just because we're trash, it doesn't mean we can't do great things. It's called garbage can. Not garbage cannot. We can get through finals week together!"

A wide, cheeky smile stretches on Mark's lips, proud of his out-dated tumblr quote comment he'd been saving for the longest time. Everyone around him either scoffed, laughed, or actually took his words into consideration.

Mark laid back to his chair, happy that he made his friends cheer up a bit until grumpy-cat Ten threw a milk carton in his direction. Remnants of the beverage spilled in everyone's faces, including (Y/N) who was quietly minding her own business drawing on her sketchbook, away from her noisy five college friends.

"Dude! You got milk all over my book!" (Y/N) whined, stomping her feet on the ground. Aggravated and pissed that her work was destroyed again by one of the boys, (Y/N) let out a threatening scowl, darting her eyes to perpetrator. "What were our rules?!?"

"Oh! Oh! I know!" Doyoung raised his hands up like a child. "Rule number 1: don't disturb (Y/N) when she's drawing. Rule number 2: what we say within the group stays within the group. And rule number 3: no throwing shit!"

"And I broke two rules, fuck," Ten cautiously stood up, wary of the angry hyena which he calls (Y/N). "Look I'm just stressed and Mark constantly screaming for five minutes straight like a teenage girl on a cheerleader team made it very irresistible chucking that carton to his face!"

"Why does rule number 3 exists again?" Jaehyun asked Doyoung discreetly, making sure that his voice was low. He can't have the risk of the hyena eyeing him as another prey to kill and devour. A small "ooh" escaped from his lips as he witnesses Ten's murder.

"Well do you recall (Y/N) casually sitting on her balcony after a long day and asked Taeyeong to kindly give her phone that was on the kitchen table? He threw it in her direction, but it was too high and too fast that it went over the balcony," Doyoung began. He sipped his caramel coffee while watching Jaehyun nod and pucker his bottom lips from the memory.

"Right... we had to chip in money to get her a new one."

"And the time when Mark was holding the tv remote on one hand and a cup of soda on the other. Since he was so used throwing his phone to the couch, he accidentally threw his drink instead. The stain is still there and the floor was hella sticky for the first couple of days."

"Uhuh yeah yeah. I remember Mark begging for mercy because his hands started hurting from rubbing the floor too much."

"Oh! Do you remember when you threw a bucket of paint to (Y/N) and yelled 'catch!' enthusiastically but it wasn't sealed properly so it splattered all over her? (Y/N)'s face was red for a whole week straight because of the pigment."

"Oh crap. I vividly remember my life slipping away from me that day," Jaehyun bit his lips into a thin line, shivering at the image of (Y/N) tackling him to the ground. He distinctly remember Winwin and Lucas pinning him down as (Y/N) drew inappropriate pictures on his face with a permanent marker; she was smiling like a psychotic madwoman who just killed her third husband of the month.

"You were dying but I was laughing my ass off," Doyoung chuckled, eyes snapping back and forth from Jaehyun's face to (Y/N) strangling Ten in the background. He pointed at them in concern. "S-Should we help him?"

Right after Doyoung said that, Jungwoo and Mark pulled the ravaging girl away from the measly prey with great difficulty. (Y/N) jutted her bottom lips out, releasing the tension in her lungs in a long hefty sigh before sitting beside Doyoung and laying her head on his wide shoulders.