how does bts fall asleep while getting their makeup done and then just wake up and in two seconds start singing lyrics and doing complicated dances. after i take a nap, it takes me like 5 minutes just to remember what my
about 7:00 at night, and this day has been a whirlwind for you. A
lengthy road trip to Seuol to visit relatives, and having your younger
siblings annoy you as you tried to sleep. Nothing seemed to be going up
for you—that is, before your older cousin Hoseok dragged you along to
meet his friends. It was no secret in your family that Hoseok was
talented and a rising star, everyone saw it coming. Now that he’s in a
group—which you enjoy very much—BTS, he hasn’t been home alone due to
working. Childhood memories of you two playing in dirt replay
constantly, reminding you of how much you missed your cousin while he
was away. Now that he’s home, he wants to make up for all the missed
phone calls and texts you sent over the past months. As said previously,
he brought you to meet his group mates. He introduced them all to
you—knowing that you were fully aware of who they were, but didn’t want
to embarrass you—and warned them to not lay a paw on his cherished
little cousin. Which really doesn’t make sense if he didn’t want that to
happen considering the circumstances you’re in right now: Alone in the
dance room with Yoongi. They ran out to get dinner, and left you and him
there: Yoongi because he was in the mood to not even be talked
to—making mistakes in the choreography too much—and you because it was
dark out, and they wouldn’t want to take the chance of you being hurt.
It had been about five minutes since they left, and this has been the
most long in your life. Yoongi was silent, still panting harshly and
hitting his legs with his fists. He tangled his fingers in his hair in
frustration, growling in his throat as he looked in the mirror at his
defeated position on the floor.
You stand up, and grab a water bottle from the case they had gotten
earlier. “Cool down,” You broke the silence, handing it to him.
“I don’t need water.” He didn’t even look at you, still staring at his mocking reflection.
“By the looks of it, it seems as if you do. You have a huge mirror right in front of you, don’t you? If you’re still upset-”
“Of course I’m still upset!” His voice rose, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just wanted to help..” Your breathing slowed down, and your
eyelids felt heavy with guilt and slight hurt. Continuing to look at the
ground and turning away you ask, “What’s the move?”
“It’s this hand movement thing,” He said. You heard him get up, so
you turn to face him. “I gotta put my hand here, and move like this.” He
tried explaining, but focused more on having another go at it.
Somewhere along the way, he stopped speaking and just focused on
dancing. “Ugh!” He stopped his foot, “I messed up again.” He sat back
down, putting his hands in his face.
“You have to move your body where your hands are?” You walked over to him again.
“Yes. Apparently, my body can’t do what I tell it to: a simple dance
like this.” He pressed his knees against his chest, and rested his
tiresome head on them.
Of all the boys, to you he was the cutest. His smile, the way he
carries himself, his verses—and now, his perseverance that was clearly
displayed before you. “Practice makes perfect?” You reluctantly said,
sitting next to him cross legged.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He retorted, actually looking at you this time.
“It looks like you’re over working yourself, and need a break.”
“I can’t take breaks—I’ll never learn the dance.” He shot back, glaring at you.
“You can pick it up later, tomorrow—whenever. You’ll eventually get
the hang of it, and it doesn’t have to be right this second.” He stood
quiet, and kept his eyes on his shoes while he hugged his legs. “Have
some water,” You attempted to hand him some again, to which he also
repeated the last time and ignored. “Please? I don’t like seeing people
so stressed out, especially you; you work hard enough already.” Again,
nothing. “Yoongi~” You sang, shaking the bottle in front of his face.
He sighed heavily, retrieving the plastic from your hand. “Do I have to take a break?” He complained, unscrewing the cap.
“It would make you feel better, so yes.”
He was busy chugging down the water to say anything, “If I do, you
try dancing.” He pulled the opening away from his plump lips, leaving
them as soaked as his body is. “It’s a deal, and I promise I’ll take it
easy only if you agree.”
“No!” You exclaimed, pushing your body away from his.
“Oh well,” He screwed the cap back on, standing up again. “Guess I’ll
just have to keep going.” He threw the bottle in your lap, and winked.
“Don’t enjoy the show too much, kid.”
“Hm?” He fought a smile.
“What dance?” You asked louder, turning your head to the side.
“I still have to decide,” He towered above you, “Look at me.”
“Why?” You didn’t budge.
“So I can know what I want you to do,” He lifted you up with both of
his hands on your sides. “Sheesh, you’re short.” He snorted, ruffling
your hair. He stood back, scanning your body. “You know the song No More
“Good. You’ve seen the music video I take it?” You nodded, “So you
know the part where Jimin lifts his shirt up and does that dance,
Your stomach tightened, “Y-Yes.”
“I wanna see you do it,” He told you boldly, “I’ll show you how.” Why
you? Why this particular dance? You gulped as he stood behind you, and
positioned you right smack in the middle of the room. “Let’s start where
you hold your arm out,” He lifted your right arm, placing it in front
of you. “Bend down a little, you know what I’m talking about.” It’s
true, you do know what he’s talking about..but why? You did as you were
told, and he did the exact same. “Good, good.” He complimented, “Now
move your hips forward; thrust like how we did.” By now, your face began
growing hot as Yoongi’s body pressed against yours so closely—now he’s
telling you to thrust.
He cuts off your stuttering, “I’ll show you; don’t worry.” He holds
his arm out next to yours, and the other on your hip. “Follow my hand,”
He pushed you forward, and thrusted slightly himself. “Want me to do it
slower, or again?”
“Again: follow my hand.” He repositions you back to the original
stance, and repeats his steps. “You gotta make sure your hips do it
smoothly..” He breathed in your ear, looking down at the nonexistent gap
between your bum and his crotch area. “Smoothly.” He said slowly,
matching his movements with it. “Now try it,” You did as he showed you,
and he clapped. “Great, now again.”
“This is so weird..” You covered your face.
“It’s not like I’ll make fun of you,” He rolled his eyes, “Come on, (Y/N).”
You did it again, shutting your eyes tightly. “D-Did I do it?”
“Yes, you did.” Yoongi smiled proudly, “Now for the turn.” He stood
behind you again, “Don’t mind my hands.” When you were about to ask what
he meant, his hands clutched your hips. Just as he did before, he
demonstrated every single bit of that move too. He held your waist,
moving along with you once you got it down. He breathed a laugh, the hot
air hitting your neck as he was bent down to look at your body. “You’re
a good dancer.”
“Thank you,” You blushed.
“I think that’s enough now,” He pulled away gently, “Come sit down.”
He pulled you to where you two sat before. “You dance?” He asked,
sipping some water and handing it to you.
“No. Hoseok has taught me a few things, though.” You sipped as well.
“That explains it,” He chuckled, “He’s the best dancer.”
“You’re a really good dancer too,”
“Not as good as him,” He laughed looking down.
“He worked hard, danced everyday, and never gave up—there’s no doubt
he’d be a great dancer.” You felt a tingle of pride when speaking about
your successful cousin.
“He’s told us stories about when he was starting, and where he would dance.”
“Oh yeah, he takes pride in it—not too much, of course.” He looked down again, “Are you ticklish?”
“Why?” You scooted backwards.
“Ah, you are.” He laughed, lunging towards you.
“I’m not, I swear!” You squealed, pulling away.
“I think you’re lying,” He finally gripped your hand, and straddled
you. “This is gonna be so much fun.” He said, making his fingers dance
all around your abdominal area.
“S-Stop!” You managed to say through your messy laughter.
“Stop!” He mimicked you, giving you no mercy. “Who was the one who
said I should take a break?” He raised his eyebrow, struggling to hold
you wrists together. “Stop squirming!” He said holding you in one hand
now. “Again, who said I should have a break?” He tried calming down.
“I did.” You looked up at him.
“Is this a break?” His voice lowered, and he looked down at you.
“I think so..”
“I hope it is..” He trailed off, finding your eyes. He leaned down,
closing his eyes lightly. Your eyes closed as well, just before the
impact of his lips on yours. One wasn’t enough, so after that peck ended
he deepened it. His free hand made its way to your cheek, holding it as
he pressed his lips against your hungrily. His tongue carefully brushed
your bottom lip, but by his body movements he was begging for you to
let him in—so you did. Normally, people would fight for dominance—but
you didn’t even have the chance to. Yoongi’s tongue overpowered yours
quickly, and he took control over you now. His tongue traced over yours
repeatedly, just right so you lightly moaned in his mouth. You felt his
smirk as he pulled away, but not without tugging your lip on the way.
“Would you say this is a break?”
“Mhm.” You breathed, your eyes dreamily staring into his.
“You know Hoseok would kill me if he found us like this, right?” He kicked his lips, leaning down to your face again.
“I know.” You stole a kiss.
“And you wanna keep going?” He chuckled against your neck, “I like
your style, but I don’t want to make him mad.” He said before kissing
your skin, “I like this, I really do (Y/N).” He progressed to nipping at
you, and sucking before letting go. “If you want to continue this with
the risk of the guys busting in here,” His kissing trailed down to your
collarbone, “We could.” He kissed your exposed collarbone, doing exactly
what he did to your neck. “I didn’t figure you as that kind of girl,”
His hand lifted the hem of your shirt, leaving your stomach to him. “What kind of girl is that?”
“The one who gets turned on by danger, doing things the wrong way,
and getting man handled.” He mumbled against you, giving you goosebumps
as he made his way up towards your breasts. “It’s a pleasant surprise.”
He lifted your bra up next, not wanting to take it off because of the
time you two had left. Licking around your nipple, he took it in his
mouth suckling on it gently while pinching the other. “I really hope
they don’t walk in, I want time for other things if that’s alright.” He
looked up at you, still doing his work.
“If you hurry they won’t,”
“Hm,” He laughed shaking his head, “Now why would I do that? I want
you to beg for me to be in you, not just say it nonchalantly like that. I
want you to scream,” He said, pulling your legs apart and putting his
hips in between them. “I want to make sure you get exactly what you
deserve: a good, long, hard-”
A roar of laughter was heard in the hall along with whining from a deep voice, “Give me it back!”
“It’s a toy!” Another voice annoyingly responded.
“Get up, get up!” You whisper yelled, hitting Yoongi’s shoulder
repeatedly. He tumbled backwards, pulling his shirt down and looking at
the ceiling. You tugged desperately on your bra, and shirt.
“Yah, just give Tae his stupid toy back.” Namjoon grunted, opening the door.
“It’s not just a toy!” He snatched it from Jimin and his devilish smile.
“We’re finally back,” Hoseok said, coming in with bags of food.
“Time to eat!” Jin cheered happily, skipping inside.
“He’s been excited the whole way here,” Jungkook glared at him.
“Here (Y/N),” Jin handed you a styrofoam box, “Oh, you have a
little..” He pointed at his neck, “Cover it and I won’t tell.” He smiled
sweetly. “Yoongi,” He shook his head, “Here.” He patted his back
roughly, sending him forward a little.
“Thanks,” He grabbed his meal, making sure his shirt was down.
“Ugh, Yoongi..” You pouted, fixing your shirt and hair. “Is it covered?” You pointed to where Jin said the ‘little’ was.
He bursts out in laughter, making some of the guys turn their
attention to him. “Not even close,” He whispered, “Here, have my
sweater.” He grabbed a sweater lying on the ground next to the wall. He
sat closer to you, glancing at the rest of the guys then back to you.
“It’s not little, I’ll tell you that.” He pecked your cheek lovingly,
“Don’t worry about it, this’ll cover it.” He stood up, helping you in it
as you raised your arms.
“How big is it exactly?” You worriedly asked, fixing your hair.
“Mm, hold on.” He reached in the sweater’s pocket taking his phone
out. “I’m gonna move your hair out of the way, but I’ll put it back.” He
brushed your hair over your shoulder, and some lose strands behind your
ear. Looking down he chuckled, bringing his phone to it. You heard a
light shutter sound, and he held it out to you.
“Yoongi-!” He covered your mouth knowing you’d scream.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He looked over your shoulder, “I’m
sorry, okay? Do you forgive me?” He looked at you in the eyes, smiling
cutely. “Please, (Y/N)?” He held your hands, “Please, jagi?”
You sighed in submission, “Alright.”
“Thank you,” He pecked your lips, but but his while quickly checking
if anyone saw. “Whew,” He touched his forehead, “Eat up.” He poked your
stomach, then fixed your hair.
Once everyone finished eating and were done messing around, it was
time Hoseok took you back to his house where your mothers were probably
blabbering. “(Y/N) said she really liked you guys,” He smiled, putting
his arm around you to look at the guys lined up.
“You guys are really nice, and funny.” You awkwardly said, swinging
your arms. “Thank you for treating me to food, and thank you for keeping
me company Yoongi.”
You looked over to him with his arms behind his back smiling, and nodding. “I had fun with you, too.”