Q: Rice or noodles?
A: Honestly, there was a period of time where I could not live without rice (being from an Asian fam :') but now I'm definitely a noodle gal heh
Drop me questions down below to answer!
p/s: may start compiling my own 'writing playlist' soon since i realise that i listen to a few certain songs when i write would you guys be interested in seeing it?
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Requested by: halker2017
character:
you as- bts's 8th member
You slipped on the uniform that had become part of the dress code for today's performance, smoothing out the wrinkles as you watched the rest of your group lounging around, munching on snacks while Yoongi was half-asleep on the couch.
'(Y/N) for hair and makeup,' a voice called out holding the mic away from their mouth but their voice reached to you through the crowd nonetheless.
You sighed, pushing yourself off the stool, dragging your feet towards the hair and makeup station. Being the only girl member of BTS was hard with a capital H. Not only did you have to contend with rumors of you and another member dating every other day but you also had to be one of the earliest to be at the saloon, one of the first people to get prepped all because you were a girl and it took way more time to do your makeup than the rest of the boys.
'We're short of stylists today so you'll be under one GOT7's stylists instead,' he said, almost pushing you into a room where 7 heads automatically turned up to see what was the cause of the interruption. There was one of them with platinum-blonde hair that immediately caught your attention, he was talking to another one of the members whose hair kept flopping into his eyes as he brushed it away impatiently.
'So sorry for the interruption, but we desperately need her to get styled,' the assistant said.
Thankfully, one of their stylists was free and she immediately set to work, sitting you down on near the mirror and began spraying dry shampoo on your hair. You bit your lip, the feeling of awkwardness was shooting through the roof as the 7 of them eyed you with curiosity.
Finally, one of them plucked up the courage and sat down next to you on the stool, it was the blonde one, his open face sweet and endearing as he started off the conversation somewhat awkwardly.
'You're that girl member of BTS right? (Y/N)?' he asked politely as you tried to nod but if not for the myriad of substances, pins and god knows what else which was setting in your hair.
'I mean,' you squeaked out, your voice slightly more high-pitched than usual. 'Yeah,' you cleared your throat. 'Yeah, that's me,'
'Huh, must be pretty interesting to be the only girl in the group,' he trailed off as if asking a question.
'Well, I mean it is in a way,' you shrugged, not quite sure how to open up. You were so used to being with BTS that you found yourself out of your comfort zone when it came to talking to other boy group members, usually you just blended and shied away from the conversation letting Namjoon do all the talking, but of course being the only one of the opposite gender, you were bound to stand out.
'I can't imagine if a girl were part of our group,' he pursed his lips, trying to imagine it. 'So do you have to like learn different choreo and stuff?' he continued to inquire his eyes burning with curiosity.
You were startled by how much he wanted to know and in a way it felt nice. Most of the time, nobody wanted to get to know YOU, it was just you as the 8th member of BTS, never really who you were or how you felt when it came to being in one of the biggest KPOP groups in the industry.
'Not really, unless we're doing special stages in which, I usually have a dance break or something in the middle,' you explained.
'So it's kinda like KARD but with nearly triple the dudes and half the girls?' Bam Bam attempted to summarize the entire concept, referring to one of the highest rising KPOP groups that had two boy members as well as girl group members.
'I guess you could put it like that but I mean of course the logistics are different and-,' you continued trying to explain to him how it worked, which just ended up with him asking more and more questions, his curiosity was insatiable.
Instead of being annoyed, you found that you actually enjoyed just talking about it, about your role in the group. The minutes flew by so quickly that you didn't even realise that your hair was already done, as the stylist merely had to move a strand or two here and there.
'You're done,' she announced, bowing shortly before leaving to go and deal with another one of the GOT7 members.
As if he had been summoned the production assistant rapped on the door and snapped:
'(Y/N) we need you for rehearsals now, let's go,' he snapped his fingers, beckoning you to follow him.
'Well, I gotta go,' you found yourself unwilling to leave Bam Bam's side, but you had no other choice.
'I'll walk you to the door,' he shrugged a gesture of old fashioned times as he held the door opened for you. 'It's been nice getting to know you (Y/N),' he grinned.
'Likewise Bam Bam,' you inclined your head to the side and couldn't help but smile as he mirrored your movement.
'Hey,' he tapped your shoulder just as you were about to leave. 'You're not a 97 liner right?" he asked out of the blue.
'No, I'm a 99 liner,' you explained, brow furrowed wondering why he would ask such a sudden question.
'Ah, explains why you aren't in the group chat,' Bam Bam took out his phone which gleamed with a Wakanda phone cover.
'What group chat?" you asked, trying not to be snoopy but at the same time curiosity overwhelmed you as he keyed in a few things into his phone.
'Well, us 97 liners have a group chat for all of us and Jungkook is one of the members, I thought being part of the maknae line, I automatically assumed you were a 97 liner too,' he grinned sheepishly, holding out the phone to you, dialpad displayed clearly on screen.
You were hesitant on giving someone you just met your number but something urged you to trust Bam Bam so you took his phone and punched in your number, secretly hoping that he would be in contact.
'But hey, I don't have your number,' you pointed out.
'I'll call you later,' he grinned, keying in the number.
'(Y/N)!!' you could hear the assistant screaming his voice raw from the other side of the room.
'That's my cue to leave,' you giggled, as Bam Bam chuckled along with you.
'I'll see you around Bam Bam,' you ducked out of the door, waving good bye quickly before heading over to your makeup room.
'You too (Y/N),' he called out before closing the door.
You fought hard to keep the smile off of your face as your manager berated you for nearly delaying the entire schedule but your best friend, and closest band member J-Hope saw right through you.
'What happened back there?" he asked, nudging you in the side with his elbow, as your lips tried unsuccessfully to turn downwards.
'Nothing,' you shook your head but the image of Bam Bam's smile blossomed in your mind and you turned away, hoping desperately that the blush rising in your cheek could be attributed to blush and not your feelings.
This secret was something you would keep to yourself. For now.
After Broadcast
You panted, hair sticking to your forehead, dripping with sweat, thank God for water-proof makeup. The rest of the boys were equally tired, Jimin looked like he needed an urgent nap, while Jungkook was dabbing off the sweat from his own forehead.
You waved and bowed politely when Namjoon said goodbye to the fans on behalf of the group. You noticed out of the corner of your eye, that there from the crowd, half was a sea of ARMY Bomb and there was another green ocean that caught your attention. Maybe there was another group that was performing after you.
The only group you could think about at the top of your head was NCT who had recently revealed their lightstick which lit up green. Shrugging, all you could focus on was the urgent need for a shower as well as a well-deserved nap, today's choreo had been harder than normal, especially since it was your first time on a broadcast for the comeback.
Dragging your feet back to the makeup room you realized that backstage was absolute chaos. Assistants were rushing around, headsets dangling from their ears, like ginormous ear rings, clipboards flying everywhere and orders being barked out left and right.
You nudged Jungkook who was walking beside you, watching upon the chaos with indifference, probably glad that schedule was finally over. 'What's going on?' you asked, waving your hand to the flurry of movement.
Just as he opened his mouth to answer, a familiar voice called out to him from the back of the room.
'Jungkook!' a long-legged youth came bounding up to him, hair flopping into his eyes, his moon earing dangling from one ear as he grinned, greeting your fellow bandmate like a long-lost friend.
'Yugyeom,' Jungkook grinned, acknowledging the stranger who suddenly became a whole lot more familiar. He was the one that was talking to Bam Bam earlier before he approached you, which meant that...
'Hey (Y/N),' the slight Thai accent greeted you from behind, as you whirled around face to face with Bam Bam.
'Bam Bam, hey,' you blinked, suddenly uncharacteristically flustered.
'You know (Y/N)??' Jungkook asked, curious, stopping him and Yugyeom's conversation as he peeked around to see both of you.
'Yeah we met like, half an hour ago,' he chuckled. 'Quite well acquainted,' he said in a mock posh voice as he stretched his hand out to shake which you did, trying hard not to giggle in the process.
'GOT7 your broadcast starts in 5 minutes,' a voice roared from somewhere in the crowd, causing both Yugyeom and Bam Bam to snap to attention.
'Oh so it's your turn,' you muttered, finally discovering the source of the green ocean outside. 'I didn't know you guys had such cute lightsticks,' you took a glance behind to see the ocean of little green birds that had congregated.
'Yeah, IGOT7,' Yugyeom looked upon them fondly as another voice called out, sharper this time.
'Yugs, Bam let's go,' a cold looking man with shoulders that were probably about 3 times wider than yours called out, his expression distant.
'That's us alright, JB hyung is going to MURDER us,' Yugyeom muttered, shaking his head as he said one last goodbye to Jungkook while you wondered how to awkwardly end the conversation with Bam Bam.
'You won't be in trouble, right?" you asked, concerned.
'Nah,' Bam waved his hand dismissively. 'JB hyung acts all tough but,' he bent down to your ear and whispered, causing chills to ripple up your spine despite the warm humid weather. 'He's actually a huge softie on the inside,' he winked, and suddenly your body temperature felt like it had gone up a couple of degrees.
'Well, as long as you guys stay out of trouble,' you shrugged, still trying to re-organise the peculiar feelings that were running through your mind.
'I'll prove it to you,' Bam grinned, as he walked backwards, still facing you.
'How?" you called out as he walked further and further away.
'Check your phone later!' he replied, nearly shouting to be heard over the deafening din and dropped you a wink before turning around and joining the rest of his members.
It was impossible that Jungkook had NOT eavesdropped on your conversation earlier and now he swooped upon you, like a vulture. 'What was that all about?" he prodded as all of you were corralled back into the make-up room.
'I made a friend,' you muttered, trying to not make a huge deal out of it.
'Uh huh, a friend that asked you to check your phone later... I can only assume that-,' he trailed off, wriggling his eyebrows at you suggestively, as you, as tired as you may be, summoned the reserves of your energy to punch him, albeit it lightly on the arm.
'I met him half an hour, what could possibly happen?" you scoffed, although your mind was somehow conjuring up a variety of scenarios. 'Besides, you already know him well enough, you have a group chat with him, don't you?" you narrowed your eyes at Jungkook.
'Well, I mean we do, with Yugyeom, some of the Seventeen members,' he grudgingly admitted.
'So, then there's really no danger in me talking to him is there?" you fanned yourself with your hand as you pulled your hair into a quick ponytail trying your best to act as non-chalant as possible.
'I guess,' Jungkook said slowly, but he still had that suspicious look in his dark eyes and just as he was about to make another comment, Namjoon called all of you over in order to re-watch the live broadcasting you had performed just minutes ago.
You sighed internally in relief when Jungkook seemed to forget everything that happened after that, completely absorbed in the live, trying to catch his flaws, but that didn't stop you checking your phone every 5 minutes, hoping for a text message from a certain, blonde-haired someone.
3 Hour Later
You had sort of given up on any receiving any messages from Bam Bam so when you got out of the shower towel-drying your hair while the rest of the members were doing their own thing, and checked your phone automatically, you were surprised to see an unknown number messaging you.
Unknown: hey sorry it took so long, they held us back for pretty long.
Unknown: also see? I'm alive, I told you.
Your lips curved into a small smile, it was definitely Bam Bam, who else would say something like that via text? Keying in his number, your finger hovered over the choice of emojis, before choosing not to put in any for now.
Me: We'll I'm glad you're alive then
Bam Bam: U still at the broadcast??
Me: Nah we left like 3 hours ago
Bam Bam: Well are you free at least?
Me: I guess I sorta am. Why?
Bam Bam: idk, I was thinking maybe we could meet up or something, have coffee.
Me: Bam, we just met like 4 hours ago, you could be a serial killer for all I know ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Bam Bam: Well, I promise I'm not, unless taking you out for coffee is somehow part of my grand scheme to kidnap you and then murder you
Me: That... was sudden and... surprisingly well-thought out.
You were about to type in another message just as your phone began to ring, Bam Bam's name flashing on your phone screen, it seemed that he had gotten tired of texting.
'Serial Killer on the line for (Y/N),' his voice, suddenly much deeper on the line chuckled.
'Coffee huh? Let me tell you that I'm VERY picky when it comes to my caffeine,'
You actually weren't, you just wanted to see if he would up his game.
'Well I know that there's a pretty good spot near my place. Quiet, secluded, the owner knows me and most importantly-,'
'No paparazzi,' both of you chanted together simultaneously, causing you to burst into a fit of laughter.
'Well... I think I might have some free time in my schedule,' you mused, teasing.
'Just head over to JYP building, or do you want me to come over?' he offered, and you were glad that this wasn't a face to face meeting because the way you were blushing was honestly really, really unflattering.
'I think, I'd prefer if you came over, JYP is just way in the centre of Seoul and I don't really want to be... you know... caught,' you muttered, hoping he would understand.
'Yeah, I get it,' he sighed in response but his voice brightened. 'I'll pick you up in let's say 10?"
'Yeah, sure, sure,' your heart fluttered slightly as he ended with a simple: 'See you later,' before hanging up the phone.
Now, you thought, the hardest part of the entire day was here:
You turned to your closet, rows of hangers waiting to be taken off.
What should you wear?
10 Minutes Later
You were dressed in a hoodie and jeans, your face covered with a face mask and a snapback covering most of your hair, ensuring that even from afar you wouldn't be recognisable.
You tried to creep out of the living room while some of the members were in front, eyes glued to the TV on some show. Unfortunately, just as you were about to leave, your sneaker squeaked against the tile floor breaking through the silence like a gunshot, as you grumbled, cursing the rubber soles.
'(Y/N)?" Namjoon called out, as he stood up from the couch, peeking into the hallway. 'Is that you? Why are you dressed up?" he asked.
'I'm- uh meeting someone,' you were thinking of the best way to explain the incredibly awkward situation you were in, feeling like you were a teenager again, trying to sneak out of the house only to be caught by your parents.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang shrilly, taking the attention off of you for a while as Namjoon sighed.
'Did any of you call for delivery?' he asked to the living room and getting no response.
You could hear a faint 'no' from upstairs as Yoongi, replied.
'Well, who in the world could it be then?' he muttered, walking past you to open the door, while your fingers were crossed that it was not...
Bam Bam's face emerged in the doorway and by the look on his face you could tell that he was shocked to see Namjoon and not you.
'Hey Namjoon hyung,' he bowed politely.
'Bam Bam?' he asked perplexed. 'I didn't know Jungkook invited you over, he would have said something,' Namjoon was about to go back in and call out the youngest when Bam Bam hurriedly stopped him.
'No, no,' he shook his head. 'I'm actually here for (Y/N),' he pointed to you as you peeked from behind Namjoon's back.
Your leader's head swiveled between both of you for a solid 3 minutes, back and forth like the ball in a tennis rally before it seemed that the information clicked into place.
'You mean- ohhhhhh,' he suddenly understood and you were glad that he didn't say anything else or you would have straight up just passed out from humiliation there and then at the doorstep.
'Sorry for not telling you,' you grinned sheepishly as you slipped from beside him, joining Bam Bam outside. 'I'll be back before midnight, I swear,' you gave yourself a long deadline, ignoring the raised eyebrow from both men.
'Well, as long as reporters don't see you, why not? Besides, the dating ban for both our groups have been lifted, I don't see any reason why someone would-,' he continued, weighing the options and thinking out loud.
'Whoa whoa whoa,' you said, putting your hands up to stop Namjoon. 'We're just friends going out for a coffee, right?' you turned to Bam Bam who nodded.
'Just being careful,' he shrugged.
'Don't worry, have I ever gotten bad press?' you smirked.
'Well, there was that ONE time,' your leader got ready to spill the beans and you knew it was time to split.
'Ohhhhkay, I think we can leave that conversation for another wonderful night, let's go,' you turned around, not waiting for Bam Bam, nearly running out to the street.
'I was very tempted to stay and find out what that one time was,' Bam caught up with you, as he walked you to the car.
'Let's just forget that conversation ever happened eh?" you suggested as he laughed, shifting the car into drive, before reversing and exiting into the main road, joining the other millions of night-goers of Seoul.
Café
'Wow, you weren't kidding when you said this place was out of the way,' you muttered through your face mask that you had pulled up to help hide your face when you got out of the car, although there was hardly any danger of reporters lurking in the bushes here.
You stepped into the rustic-themed café, inhaling the invigorating scent of freshly-brewed coffee and admiring the minimalist decorations, just some wooden floor panels that were both aesthetically pleasing and not too harsh on the eyes, the beige walls with snapshots of polaroids. Pulling you to the corner of the café, he pulled out a chair for you, an act of chivalry that you had thought was long dead.
You spent the rest of the night, sipping coffee, laughing and talking to Bam Bam about a myriad of topics, everything ranging from the struggles about being an idol to the silliest things like watching other café goers and trying to make up stories about why they were there and what they were planning to do after their coffee.
Little by little, with every word you exchanged and every giggle that burst out of your mouth, every sip of coffee you took, you found yourself falling a little bit more and more in love.
3 Months Later
It had been 3 months since the 'going out for coffee incident' and you still couldn't help the smile on your face that would curve your lips upwards when you thought about him.
Fortunately, since both of your promotion periods were about the same time, you still managed to catch glimpses of him during music broadcasts but all you could do was exchange a wave or a nod in the hallway before he had to bustle off for another schedule.
So, when you got home after a late-night vocal and composition practise, the rest of the boys having gone back home, you were surprised to find him at the front of your house, sitting on the doorstep, head cupped in his hands, watching the moon that was just breaking through the clouds.
'Oh, hey,' you greeted him startled, it definitely wasn't everyday you saw him here.
'You didn't answer any of my texts so I drove over to see if you were around,' he shrugged. 'But your room light wasn't on, so I thought maybe I would sit around and fingers crossed you would show up, and look, right again,' he grinned as you rolled your eyes joining him to sit on the doorstep.
'Phone died halfway through practise and I didn't bring a charger, sorry,' you waved your deceased phone in his face as he batted it away, laughing.
'What are you doing here anyway?" you dumped your belongings at your side, sensing this was going to be a pretty long conversation.
'I wanted to come and tell you something,' he rubbed his neck nervously.
'And that is?" you trailed off, waiting for him to answer.
He took a deep breath as if steeling himself. 'Okay, (Y/N) I know this is kind of awkward but you remember that time when we first met? You know at the stylist and everything? And then we started talking?'
'Of course, I do,' you muttered, staring down at your shoelaces, wondering where this was going to go.
'I don't usually approach strangers especially if it's some famous girl from a super-internationally-popular group,' he joked, jabbing you in the ribs, as you stuck your tongue out. 'But I did, and I found you so well... interesting? Is that the word? Well I had been curious about you ever since BTS began to make a name for themselves, and obviously you stood out because well you're the only girl,' he went on.
'Bam,' you sighed, smiling gently, you had an inclination of how this was going to end up. You took his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. 'If this is going to be some sort of confession, you better hurry up because I really really want to get this over with and be your girlfriend already,' you giggled at the stupefied look on his face.
You could feel the warmth of his palm on your but at the same time you could also hear the thrumming of your heart that was fluttering as quickly as a moth's wing, what if you had assumed wrongly? What if he had just came to tell you how much he appreciated your friendship and then you spooked him away? Forever?
Your fears were quickly dashed, when you saw the slight blush that crept on Bam Bam's face, as he stared at your intertwined hands. 'Well, that was easier than I thought,' he chuckled, as you leaned on his shoulder, your feeling of nervous giving way to one of ecstasy and joy.
'Is it too early to kiss you? Cause I've been wanting to do that for 3 months,' Bam Bam asked, as you shoved him away, both of you laughing.
'Let's wait for another 3 then,' you giggled, a she helped you up.
'You're killing me (Y/N),' he begged, as you shook your head and tip-toeing, pecked him once lightly on the lips before whirling into the house, leaving him dumbfounded and dazed.
6 Months Later
You stole the bit of meat that his chopsticks hovered over, popping it triumphantly in your mouth as your 'date' scowled.
'Don't be like that, I haven't seen you in months and this is how you treat me?" you pouted, still relishing the savoury taste of the marinated pork belly.
'As if you missed me,' Kai rolled his eyes as he picked through the dish, scavenging for any bits of meat you had not devoured.
'Of course I missed my best friend, who else am I going to annoy the crap put of on a daily basis?" you gasped, shocked as he gave up on searching and slumped in his seat.
'You do that anyway,' he shot back, showing you the amount of spam you had sent him which consisted of memes, silly selfies and just random words like 'ASDFHFUG' which you kept sending until he came up with a reply.
'You love my spam,' you grinned, at the dejected look on his face and you could almost HEAR the wheels turning in his head as he debated to order more food.
'Just order more chicken, okay I'll pay since you've been working sooooo hard during your hiatus,' you elongated the word sarcastically as his eyes brightened up.
'You're unexpectedly generous today,' Kai quirked an eyebrow at you as he signalled a passing waiter for the menu. 'Does it have anything to do with someone named,' he coughed into his fist loudly. 'Bam Bam?"
'Shhh,' you hushed him. Your boyfriend of 6 months was on tour now and both of you had had the best 6 months of your lives and even though you were afraid that a long distance thing wouldn't work out, both of you had made it work. Although you were secure in the stability of your relationship, both of you had made the executive decision NOT to announce it to the public yet, just because of BTS's and GOT7's rising popularity in the public eye.
'We haven't announced anything yet,' you hissed, whipping around frantically as if Kai had blurted out the news to the entire damn restaurant.
Kai raised an eyebrow but remained quiet, he knew what it was like to be in a high-profile relationship. Fortunately for the rest of the night, he stayed clear for the topic, allowing you to relax and be yourself again.
Midnight
You yawned, stretching your arms above your head, the restaurant was practically deserted now, only you and Kai were left, and the staff was starting to give you that 'oh-my-god-why-can't-these-people-leave' look and you got the hint.
Going up to the cashier to pay, while Kai waited outside, holding your jacket which was on the back of your chair, he helped you into his car, tossing you your jacket at the same time, before driving you back home.
The only thing that both of you did not notice were the several pairs of peeping eyes that had followed you secretly from your dorm all the way to the restaurant, and the smiles on their faces as they snapped your photos, rushing to make the next day's headlines.
The Next Morning
'(Y/NNNNNN)!!!' a voice screamed from outside your door, jolting you awake, your heart beating a mile a minute, your hair was just... the horrors of it was indescribable.
'What what,' you mumbled, slipping, almost rolling out of bed staggering to the door, twisting the doorknob forcefully, admitting all 7 fuming members of BTS.
'What the hell (Y/N)???' Jungkook exploded, as you scrambled back to your bed, all 7 of them furious, scowls decorating all of their faces, you had never seen them so angry before.
'Wait, wait,' you held up a hand trying to figure what the hell was going on. 'You guys barge into my room on a Saturday and wake me up at what you know is my day off,' you frowned, not deterred by the fury on their faces.
'Explain this then you can go back to bed,' Namjoon snapped as he tossed you his cell phone which you caught with one hand, despite the sudden wake up time, your reflexes were still decent.
You scrolled through the article released by Dispatch, heart dropping with every word as you scanned through it.
Frantic, you read through the whole thing, and when you finally reached the bottom where all the pictures or the so called 'evidence' was you groaned, burying your face in your pillows nearly throwing the phone out of the window.
The phone landed screen up on your blanket the headline of the article stark against the white background.
'EXO's Kai and BTS (Y/N) Dating?'
Inserted below were several pictures from yesterday night, they were blurred sure, but it was obviously you, as Kai held out the door for you, his car number plate clearly shown in all the pictures, his face captured perfectly as he got into the car. There were even more details in the article including the restaurant that both of you had gone to, the fact that both of you had stayed till late in the night and that he had fetched you back home.
'What do you have to say about this?" Jin asked sternly, his usually motherly figure gone.
'I did go out with Kai yesterday night, you guys know we're just best friends, I told you the whole story,' you complained, peeking out of the pillows.
Long story short, before you were in BTS, you were actually a trainee in SM Entertainment and from there, you had met Kai, who became your temporary dance instructor and in time, one of your best friends. Even after quitting SM, you still kept in contact with him and both of you tried to meet up as discreetly and as frequently as possible seeing as both of you were pretty high profile.
'It's not that, we know about your history between you and Kai, I'm just disappointed that you managed to let yourself get caught by reporters like this,' Namjoon sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed, most of his anger gone know that he had seen the horrified look on your face.
'They're having a field day,' Yoongi sighed, as he scrolled through his own phone showing you the number one search topics on Naver.
#1 (Y/N L/N)
#2 EXO
#3 BTS
# 4 Kai
Jungkook just huffed and left the room, slamming the door behind him, nearly shaking the whole house in the process.
'What's his problem?" you asked, trying your best not to glare at the second youngest, although you got along with him the best.
'When he first saw the article the first thing he thought about was Bam Bam and,' Jimin explained just as you shrieked and flew out of bed, reaching for your phone which was charging by your bedside table.
double b: I can't believe u
double b: I seriously trusted u
double b: we're done.
'NO NO NO,' you screamed, when you saw the most recent text messages, you had hoped that with the time differences he would not noticed till later today and that would give you a buffer, some time to explain to him what had happened but he most likely been checking the latest trends on Twitter when the news broke out.
Frantic, you pressed in his number, not caring about the international roaming charges biting your lip, silently muttering to yourself, praying that he would pick up your call.
The number you have dialled is not available, please try again after the beep
The operator's monotone voice was the last thing you wanted to hear right now, and instead, you went texted him. Pressing the 'send' button your jaw dropped when the message wouldn't send.
double b has blocked your number
That was it, you slid to the floor, tears brimming in your eyes, as you watched your love life and your career crash all around you.
3 Weeks Later
'(Y/N) (Y/N) (Y/N),' bodies squeezed around you as you kept your back hunched and your face to the ground, reporters still crowding around you, as your manager desperately tried to disperse the crowd, the boys surrounding you, trying their best to shield you from the cameras.
Despite your managers shouts of backing away and to give you some space and that you weren't ready to talk yet, they still continued hurling questions into the air.
'(Y/N), how long have you and Kai been dating?"
'What are the fans' thoughts about this?"
'What does it feel like to be dating Kai from EXO?"
You grumbled, pulling your face mask up higher, trying to ignore them all. Paparazzi was just one part of your problem, social media was BLOWING UP about you and Kai, they had even started a ship name for both of you which you found completely ridiculous, but no matter how many times BigHit tried to squash down the rumours, they came back bigger and nastier than ever.
Even when you texted Kai now, you were extra cautious, not knowing if someone was spying on your phone.
Me: has SM said anything?
Jongin: no, they've asked me to lay low
Me: same here. I'm sorry about this, I know with you and krystal this is just really bad timing.
Jongin: it's fine, but I think we need to stop meeting up for a while
Me: I think that'll be pretty easy, I feel like I'm on house arrest
Jongin :Really that bad???
Me: YES
Jongin :Yikes, sorry I asked... but what about you and Bam Bam?
Me: He blocked me on every social media platform imaginable. Kakao, text, Insta, you name it he's already blocked me, and I can't even call him because Jungkook won't let me use his phone
Jongin: I'm really sorry about that
Me: My company was actually debating on releasing a press conference statement but they wanted things to die down first and I'm bound to mention Bam Bam and to include another high-profile artist into this mix would just be a steaming hot mess.
Jongin: it would work, SM wanted to do one but I declined
Me: How are we going to fix this??
Jongin: Lay low for a few weeks, they'll move on to something juicier they can't keep reporting on us forever.
Me: I honestly hope ur right
Ever since having that conversation, it was like you were on blackout, all you did was stay at home, hoping and praying that the media frenzy would die down and that you would be able to get to work, because your world tour with the boys was getting delayed, and it pained you to be the one that was putting everything on halt despite the fact that they were very sweet about it, telling you to take all the time you needed.
2 Weeks Later, Big Hit Entertainment
All conversation was silenced as you entered the room, even the backup dancers stopped in mid choreography to stare at you, as you blushed, heat rushing to your face, feeling all their eyes staring at you.
'I'm back,' you said with a small smile as the room exploded in cheers and you found yourself engulfed in hugs, as Jimin squeezed you tight, ruffling your hair.
'Took you long enough... nothing's the same without our girl,' he said, helping you toss your bag onto the couch, as you slipped away from all the hugs, giggling.
'I bet you guys had a GREAT time without me,' you smirked, your body automatically doing your warm-ups, as the rest took it as a sign for them to take five while you got ready.
'Are you sure you're okay to perform?" Namjoon asked, concerned, as he gulped down some water.
You bit your lip, unsure of how to answer. The frenzy, as Jongin had promised, had died down the media finally decided to move on after it seemed that the rumors were all that they were supposed to be, rumors. Neither company had released a press conference which led the public to believe that it was another flimsy attempt from Dispatch to stir up some drama. But that wasn't the hardest part, the hardest part was that Bam Bam had finished his world tour, a week ago and he was back in Korea, and you, like the coward you are, hadn't even made the decision to get your ass off the couch to see him.
That was what hurt the most... the fact that you couldn't even call and explain things to him, that you had hurt him like that. You were dying to make things right, but you doubted you could do much to ease his anger, so you decided to throw yourself into the next best thing: work. At least it took your mind off of all the real-life problems you had and by the time you would come back home, drenched with sweat, you wouldn't even have the time to check your phone much less think about all the other stuff.
'Yeah, yeah I'm fine,' you heard yourself say confidently, as you stretched your back, limbs all ready to perform.
'Let's do this,' you sighed, getting into formation for 'IDOL', trying to ignore the sting in your heart as you went through the choreo.
BTS World Tour, Seoul
You could hear the screams of fans all the way backstage, as you fiddled with your mic, still nervous, this was the first time you would be performing ever since the whole 'scandal' and you were determined to put on your best performance, to show that you were unaffected by whatever had happened.
Taking a few deep breaths, you rapped a few verses under your breath, your solo would be the opening act and you definitely did NOT want to screw it up.
Your heart stung a little, because today was actually the date, if both of you had been together, you and Bam Bam's 9th month anniversary, both of you had planned to attend each other's concerts and it hurt you that despite the millions of screaming fans out there, that the most important person to you wasn't there.
'We're going live in half an hour,' a technician barked out, startling you, blowing away the feeble concentration you had built up. Sighing, you stood up, you couldn't do this here, it was too noisy.
Motioning to head out of the backstage hall, your wrist was snagged by a cold hand, preventing you from going any further.
'(Y/N), where are you going?" Jungkook asked.
'I need to get out of here, it's too noisy and I can't practise my lines,' you mumbled under your breath as he made some noise of understanding before yanking you out of the hall.
'Whoa whoa whoa,' you exclaimed as he pulled you out into the nearly empty hallway, everyone else was practising or scrambling to get things ready.
'You're distracted,' Jungkook noted, letting go of your wrist, folding his arms together, brushing a strand of pink hair out of his face as he frowned.
'Well- I,' you tried to defend yourself but the second youngest wasn't having any of it.
'I can help you with that,' he said mysteriously before calling out to the hall, his voice echoing around until it felt like there were thousands of Jungkooks calling out.
'You can come out now,' he grinned, pulling on a strand of your (H/C) hair, before whispering in your ear. 'You owe me one (Y/N),' he smirked before striding off, evidently very pleased with himself.
'Jungkook-wait what the???' you called out after him, about to run after him before you finally saw someone coming out of a room in your peripheral vision.
'Bam?' you whispered, it had been so long since you said his name, it sounded momentarily alien on your tongue but your heart swelled when you finally saw his blonde head walking towards you, although he was wearing an absolutely ridiculous pair of sunglasses, and the face mask covered nearly 75% of his face but you could tell even from afar that he was smiling.
'Hey,' he said, stopping a few inches in front of you.
'Hi,' you said softly, a million questions running around in your mind.
How? When? but most importantly Why?
You were bursting with things to say to him but as if to simplify matters, he scooped you up in a quick hug, his affection actually lifting you off of your feet momentarily before setting you down.
'First,' Bam put a finger to stop you from saying anything. 'I'm sorry that I jumped to conclusions, we should have talked about it first and I'm sorry, but I was all the way in Paris and I get a notification from my phone saying that my girlfriend is going out with another guy and I sort of exploded.... to put it lightly,' he seemed sheepish as he explained. 'I over-reacted and behaved like a child when I should have listened to your side of the story... but I felt like maybe we needed space and even after I blocked you, the very next day, I was desperate to talk to you, hear your voice again, but my ego, wouldn't let me,' he elaborated.
'And then I got back home from our last stop and I wanted to call you so badly but I didn't know if you hated me or how you felt after what I did to you, and I knew that you were going on tour soon, so I was frantic, I didn't know how to get to you in time before you flew off around the world,'
Hesitant, he brushed a stray tear from your eye.
'And then Jungkook called me and told me everything, he explained everything to me and I knew that I had to get back to you to at least apologise and he invited me over, even giving showing me the back entrance to the stadium,' Bam sighed, running a hand through his hair and you knew that his story was coming to a close.
'So I'm here now, and I just want to say that the last few weeks have been rough on both of us and I'm just coming to ask if ... you'd like to make things work again?" he asked, hands deep in his pockets.
Choking, you flew into his startled arms as he hugged you, unsure at first but then tighter.
'I've missed you so much,' you muttered against his sweater. 'I wanted to call you so so badly I wanted to apologise but I wanted to give you your space too and all I want to say here now is Jongin is a friend and I would never ever do that to you,' you blubbered out, nearly incoherent tears brimming in your eyes.
'I know you wouldn't and I'm sorry I ever doubted you,' he replied, kissing you briefly on the top of your head as you allowed yourself to feel safe for a while, letting all thoughts of the concert melt away temporarily.
'Also,' he pulled you to arm's length. 'Happy 9 month anniversary,' he grinned, making you smile a little through the tears.
'Wow, you remembered,' you giggled, dabbing away the tears with the back of your hand.
'I'm sorry I'm a bit of a lousy present,' he shrugged. 'But just know I'll be cheering you on in the crowd,'
'Now that's an anniversary present,' you smiled, exultant just as Jimin came running out, panting.
'5 minutes,' was all he said as he caught the look between two of you before rushing back.
'Go, I love you,' he smiled nudging you to the stage. It was magical how those 3 words made your heart lift so much, you nearly felt like you were floating when you pecked him once on the cheek before running off.
That concert had been one of your best performances, the stage was electric and you felt genuinely happy while nailing every single dance move, it was amazing what one single person could do to you, knowing that he was there, physically present was like a boost of energy for you and everytime you looked down to see his face amongst the others in the crowd, your heart flushed and you couldn't help the smile that was plastered on your face.
End of the Concert
You were checking your phone when a new incoming message came in as you were preparing to take a shower and remove your makeup at the locker room in the stadium, thank God they came with shower rooms too.
double b: you were amazing, i'm waiting right outside for you, café date?
There it was again, the crazy smile that refused to leave your face as you typed in a quick reply.
Outside
'You were stunning,' Bam Bam wrapped an arm around you as you waved goodbye to the boys who seemed relieved now that the whole drama was finally concluded.
'Couldn't have done it without you,' you replied, as he snorted.
'I just gave emotional backup,' he insisted, as you leaned your head on his shoulder.
'You know...' Bam Bam said suddenly as both of you reached his car.
'What?"
'Is it really terrible if I want to kiss you right now?" he asked, head back laughing.
'Honestly,' you wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you closer. 'I don't really give a damn anymore,' you grinned before he pressed his lips gently against yours.