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jaminjims · 4 years

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foreign bts 8th member {imagine}

anon request: Hi! I love your imagines!! Can I request a relationships with the members or life of a 16 year old foreign 8th member with ot7? headcanon or imagine (whichever you feel like) thank you!!!

a/n: thank you so so much for requesting bub! i loved writing this one (even though it is a little rushed) it made me think differently about some aspects of idol life, especially when looking at it from a foreigners point of view. but i really appreciate you anon, you will forever by remembered as my first requester so i really hope you enjoy this one love! ♡

pairing: platonic bts x foreign gender neutral!reader (i do have you refer to the older members as hyung though)

genre: not gonna lie, this one is pretty angsty because it deals with my experiences of how the kpop community reacts to foreign idols/young idols (that being said, not everything will be completely accurate!) but don’t worry! there are still some fluffy moments (the members just love you so much and want to protect you from the world)

warnings: bullying, loneliness, unhealthy coping mechanisms and destructive mentality

words: 2.6k

[disclaimer: when writing idol aus, i will only be focusing on the struggles of the reader, not of the idols themselves because i don’t personally know what struggles they go through and how they handle them.]

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you were the youngest, and that really sucked sometimes

like for the fact that the members practically hovered over you and made sure that you were doing your school work correctly and actually completing it rather than putting it in the garbage disposal (which might've happened before) but hey! all the other members were pretty much finished with their schooling so it wasn’t fair the you still had to do yours

you have made that point multiple times only for the others to shut it down because you could basically make pockets with how full of holes that logic had

or when they fussed over you a little to much, “y/n, you’re not too stressed right?” “you’re sleeping enough right, maknae?” “here eat this, it’ll help you grow.”

you also found it hard in the beginning to really connect with anyone too. the drastic age difference between you and the others was intimidating and it didn’t help that you joined the group three years after they first debuted so everyone was pretty much like family and there you were, kinda just stuck in group that you felt like an outsider in

not to mention that you painfully stood out from them because for god sake’s you weren’t even korean

they didn’t know how to approach you either though. you were (still are) young and stubborn and had almost too much energy that you didn’t know what to do with

and even putting the group problems aside, school was also very difficult for you

your parents abruptly moved you to korea when you were young because of an amazing job opportunity so you were thrust into a schooling society that wasn’t the best

hell, you didn't even know korean the first two years you spent there

you were just... different in so many ways and that’s hard on a growing child. some of your first memories were of children laughing and pushing you because you ‘looked weird’ and ‘couldn't speak.’

and you pretty much had to deal with that kind of treatment all throughout middle school and even a little bit of high school (even after you had learned korean)

it was difficult for you to really be accepted by a society that would always see you as an outsider

so you grew up a rebellious angsty teen who was hard to really connect to because you were just so used to deflecting others opinions of yourself

and you just so happened to have a passion for dancing and singing (you were also pretty good at rapping) and that was enough to have bighit take a chance on this kid who was barely passing school

despite what everyone said about training and all the complaints about it, you actually loved it

you thrived in the type of environment where you had to constantly push yourself to be seen because you had always been pushed aside for how you looked and how you talked

sure, you missed your parents a whole lot and being a preteen only magnified that feeling, but in this dance studio, in this recording studio, is where you could really stand out in the best way possible and make an impact

you would show all the people that it was ok to be different, that you could still make it in a society that prioritized their beauty standards and had a set precedent for how you had to look

you were going to be the one to break stereotypes and actually do something

but it was because you were pushed so hard growing up, that you set ridiculously high standards for yourself and because of your mentality, if you didn’t reach those goals then you would practically hate and loathe yourself until you pushed yourself to do better

you grew to have this close looped mentality that was ridiculously unhealthy, but as long as you could prove yourself and succeed, right?

it was that mentality that placed you on bts and when you got the announcement that holy shit, you were going to be the eighth member? you had cried for the first time since you started training

and even though it was a group that was already formed, you went in the confidence in yourself that you would make your group members proud

but that brought the age difference back into play. it had always been the older kids that had picked on you, and you were defensive at first

it made you all the more motivated to seek their approval though, to make sure that they had no reason to see you as different from them, despite the way you looked and how old you were

and it was probably that fire in your eyes that drew them in

you were this little stubborn ball of energy that would concur anything in your path and still push yourself to do more

it was oddly through school work (the dreaded work) and your age that brought you guys closer

they could tell when you were struggling to get work done, and losing sleep over it. it would be the little things that gave it away, like you leaving your toothbrush out or you not putting up the clothes that were washed

and they each saw themselves in you; burning determination, ready to go up against anything. refusing to ask for help even though you needed it

so it started with namjoon

he would look in your school bag while on break in dance practice and write the answers to some of your school work on sticky notes and then put them back in your bag

you would find them later on and frown but accept the help anyways because you really were struggling

and then it would be jimin leaving you snacks in your room with encouraging notes and you would be lying if you said that didn’t help you through some tough times (you still have the notes today, but no one needed to know that)

and sometimes there were playlists that would just kind of show up on your phone that were made for relaxation and studying and something in you knew that it was yoongi’s doing

and overtime, through the tiny gestures, they broke down your walls and you let them see a side of you that no one really ever got to see because of the circumstances that you grew up in

but you were still stubborn, and refused to accept their help if they asked for it directly. which actually led to more fights than you would think

they would scold you for working yourself to hard and you would say “no, i need this exercise.” to which would lead to actual demands from them and refusals from you because its your goddamn mentality working at your confidence again

right after you were officially announced as the eighth member, that’s probably when your personality shifted the most

remember when i mentioned about how they fuss over you too much? this was the main reason why

your looks. it always had to boil down to your looks and it was different when it was only school bullies making the taunting, but when your face was up for debate by the media, is when you got really fired up

“bts adopts an outsider?” “it’s called k-pop for a reason, go back to your own country.” “is this seriously happening right now? i’m un-stanning.” “wth, y/n’s like, five. thats gross.”

it was these comments and articles that really got to you, but somewhere along the lines it wasn’t just you anymore, it was about your members and what they had already built for themselves

you had let yourself start caring for them because they treated you like an equal and now you were only hurting them

they noticed, when you started to spend more time at the gym and studio and they were informed that your grades dramatically dropped because you were so hyper focused on getting better that you were ignoring your own needs

it was jungkook that finally said something to you after about two weeks of almost radio silence because goddammit he had actually gotten used to your presence and you couldn’t just leave because he would miss you to much

they all would

they thought that you would lash out at them when they confronted you about it, but what you did surprised them and you cried for the first time ever in any of their presences

because these people, your hyung’s, where suffering from the backlash that you created and you could see how it was affecting them and it seemed like all the trust and all the hard time spent trying to seek their approval was all flushed away now and you had worn yourself down so much that there was just a kid left who was scared

so, so scared

scared because you were different, scared because you had lost the people that you had grown to care for

so when jungkook came into the practice room to see you leaning against the mirror with your head in your hands, he knew that something had changed

and when he called out for you, you didn’t answer. this pattern repeated until he was left so worried that he started shaking you and he had to call the hyung’s

it was only when they opened the door and you made eye contact with hoseok that you started to tear up and then it was like the dam that was holding years worth of fear and hardships back just ... broke

you clung to jungkook and just start sobbing and apologizing because all you wanted was to be seen and accepted but not at this high of a cost

and they were relieved. they had thought that you would close yourself off from them and shut them out, but it seemed like you were worried about that same thing as well

jin and taehyung almost cried themselves and it took everything in hoseok to stop himself from draping you in a blanket and protecting you from the world because you were still so young and you didn’t deserve the hate you got. you were only sixteen and there was only so much one person could take

you were small enough to get picked up and since you hadn’t been eating much, jungkook picked you up easily

and you didn’t protest as he carried you out of the practice room and into the van that they usually shared

you were drained and tired and worn out and just overall exhausted because you never really showed any emotion except determination, if that could even count

and even though you were all close enough that you shared meals and acted like siblings, you still surprised them everyday and showed a new part of yourself and they just found themselves growing more fond of you

once you all piled into the van, jin driving with namjoon in the passenger seat, you looked up at jungkook, (you were still held against him, practically in his lap) and then looked back at the rest of them and what they heard almost made their heart stop, “i love you hyung’s”

there was SO MUCH to unpack in that one statement when it came to you

first of all, you had called them all hyung’s, which you hadn't done until now. always opting to add -ssi at the end of their names

and maybe it was strange to be proud of that tile, but when it came to you, it showed that you really did trust them with anything and they knew how hard that was for you

then you said ‘i love you.’ it still didn’t really process in their heads until they had gotten you to your bed (you had fallen asleep during the car ride back) and they were all sitting around in the living room

“you guys heard that too, right?” hoseok murmured

then slowly yoongi smiled that gummy smile of his and everyone’s face’s did the same because you really had become special to them, even if you did come in late to the group

and oh if that didn’t trigger their protective side

they saw it as their personal mission to out you back together and build yourself up again because you were worth it and you did deserve to be here

they started with getting rid of electronics, well at least for you

they were going to try to separate you from the media for as long as they could because people were ruthless

they also made a point to start posting more solo videos of you on their youtube channel, so the audience would actually be able to see past your ‘foreign’ face and look at your real personality (they even started posting things without the companies approval but would never tell you that because you were already rebellious enough)

and their planned kinda worked, too

and even if you still weren't accepted by many, more and more of the fandom was accepting you everyday and that meant something

at least one of them would be with you at all times (which actually kinda got on your nerves sometimes but you knew they were trying to help and you wanted to change, to grow, to make it easier on them)

taehyung started giving you more and more of his clothes (which you loved sleeping in) and started to use you as his cuddle buddy more times than not because you were the “precious maknae that should be protected at all costs.” “but do i really need to be your body pillow, hyung? at this rate i think your the one who will kill me and then i’ll need protection from you.” “yah, go to sleep.” he would flick your forehead and then you would mutter ow under your breath but go to sleep anyway because you were actually pretty comfortable

or when seokjin would call you into the kitchen just to try his food and you would groan at having to get up from where you were but in reality you actually looked forward to it because he really was so good at cooking

and so it becomes kind of like a routine for everyone and they all take care of you in their own way and your quick to try and help them back, even if comes of across as a little weird and distant

like when you would always bring extra water bottles to rehearsal because you know hobi will dance the hardest and you would get worried that he might become dehydrated

or every other night you would bring water to jimin with a honey cough drop because those are his favorite and it helps to sooth his throat after a long day of training

you also make an effort to contribute to the songs. so you start tagging along with namjoon and yoongi when they go off to their studios because you are also interested in producing and you would like to learn someday and they are all to eager to show you how

and you actually make an effort to ask for help when you need it (which is kinda big for you) and jungkook is the one who helps more than not

they didn’t give you time to build your walls back up again and even though you often slip back into the mindset that you consonantly need to work for approval, they are there to tell you that you don’t need to do that because you already make them proud and that you already do work enough

you are enough. they see you and believe in you

and really, that’s all you needed, but it was a relief when you started to be widely accepted by the fans

but you’re here, you were enough

and although its not always good all time, and at times when you don’t feel like you belong, your hyung’s remind you that they are your family, and that no matter your face or where you come from, you will always belong with them

[end]

end note: holy cow, this was just a mess of emotions and i think i might have some sort of trauma i don’t know about because sad who?? apparently i know her very well. but i’m really happy with the ending even though everything in between is messy! anon if you’re reading this, thank you so much for this kind of prompt! it really got me to think differently and put me in a position where i had to really delve deep into negative and positive mental patterns and how its impacted based on how a person grows up

also I REALLY LOOKED UP IF JIN HAD A LICENSE AT THREE AM IN THE MORNING JUST TO WRITE THREE WORDS ABOUT IT and i just?? find that really funny for some reason?? i don’t know man, i need to get more sleep, so i apologize for any errors. i love ya’ll

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intro-myg · 6 years

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heart & seoul | prologue

✿o1: [Prologue] Field of Dreams.

✿pairing: yoongi/reader

✿au: soulmate!au – soulmates share memories through dreams, but are unable to see each other’s faces.

✿word count: 1329

✿an: i’m rewriting this joint because i wasn’t satisfied with how the other version was going. there’s something more satisfying about actually typing up a chapter in a word processing program lol.

To my soulmate,

Who I cross fields of dreams to share a single moment with.

How is it possible to miss someone you’ve never met before?

I’m not entirely sure, but I do know that I miss you.

Dreams.

An infinite collection of all the should-bes, would-bes, will-bes, and what-ifs imaginable. Each possibility is like stardust, faintly speckled across the cosmos of your mind. Is there a possibility that there is a link between dreams and reality? A window for one to take just a glimpse of their deepest desires, fears, victories, and defeats? Can your dreams truly lead you to your own destiny, whether it be a what, when, where, or a who?

Everyone knew about the possibility of seeing one’s own soulmate in their dreams. Whether or not it were true, was still debated upon. Some people swore up and down that it was real, and most sane people just wrote it off as an old maid’s tale, a notion equally as preposterous as the sun revolving around the earth.

Min Yoongi wasn’t entirely sure that these weren’t old maid’s tales.

Just as seven o’clock arrived in Seoul, Yoongi’s back hit the soft mattress back at his apartment after another sleepless night. In one of Seoul’s premier townhouses, Yoongi lay alone in the dark. Faint streaks of light filtered in between his blackout curtains, dimly illuminating part of his bedroom. His deep brown eyes focused on the dust particles that swirled in the open air.

He inhaled deeply, and counted backwards from 10.

9—if he listened closely, he could hear the leaves of the trees in the nearby grove, some breaking away and catching the fall breeze. Reds, oranges and golds swarm together in a colorful dance as old as the changing seasons.

8—the faint hum of the commotion downstairs—most likely Jin and Jungkook in the kitchen or possibly Taehyung playing music nearby—shook some of the picture frames on Yoongi’s wall.

7—his phone lights up, and he ignores it. It’s his day off, and he was planning on spending it how he normally does. Asleep.

6—one of Yoongi’s last thoughts were a melody he had yet to complete. Perhaps he’ll find inspiration once he wakes.

5—with heavy eyelids, Yoongi succumbs to his fatigue. Sleep has always come easy to him.

4—whether or not it is a dream he has yet to actually determine, but for now, he’ll treat it as he sees it: a reoccurring dream with the same exact person in the same exact place. He’s been in this place before; hundreds of times, each trip more exhilarating than the last.

3—from the darkness emerges the faint sound of jazz, accompanied with typical hip-hop beats and the clicking of fingertips against a keyboard.

2— Below, Yoongi can just barely make out the humming of car engines below and the rumbling of a nearby train. This new yet familiar space that Yoongi has visited so many times gives off a variety of scents, all of which Yoongi has grown to love over the years. Street food from the open window, sandalwood from the nearby candle that never seemed to stop burning, leather from the sofa he could feel beneath him, and something else. Someone else.

1—he squeezed his eyes, exhaled, and opened.

Light filled what was once his dimmed bedroom, revealing an entirely brand-new space. It wasn’t at all like his luxury apartment complex in Seoul; this place has a smaller quaint charm about it. The nearly blank wall of his room was replaced with a brick wall cluttered with random knickknacks and decorations. Old wooden picture frames sat on a few shelves nearby, filled with faces he’d grown to know over the years, but would never be able to actually see in person.

His feet pivoted towards the center of the studio, soundlessly crossing the wooden floors (he was sure they’d squeak under his weight if he were actually there.) The largest window of the room revealed an endless cityscape, expanding outwards towards the sea and upwards towards the sky. The city’s skyline cast a brilliant glow in the night air, creating a shine comparable to that of the full moon.

Another breeze drifted in through the opened window, carrying in the scent and sounds of the city below. It wasn’t anything like Seoul, and yet Yoongi loved it all the same.

He admired the view for another brief moment, and continued towards the center of the room like he did in every dream. There was only one other occupant in the room, completely unaware of Yoongi’s presence.

“Hey,” Yoongi muttered in greeting, despite knowing that there was no way she saw that he was even there to begin with.

She sat in her usual spot, curled up on the end of the couch, a laptop in her lap. She typed furiously; a typical night for her. Yoongi wasn’t too sure what the time was. Nearby, her dog slept by the coffee table, their snores almost thunderous in the quiet studio. It’d been a few years since she’d moved into this place, but Yoongi knew that she loved it here.

From his limited knowledge of her language, she’d spoken about it enough times.

He also knew that this apartment had been her dream apartment since she was young. He knew a lot about the girl on the couch, though he wasn’t entirely sure why she’d made so many appearances in his dreams.

He first dreamt of Dream Girl—that’s what he calls her—when he was 6 years old, a mere elementary schooler. His first meeting with her had been rather traumatic. She’d been up in a tree when one of the branches snapped beneath her feet, sending her to the ground in a rather painful heap.

Her mother had to take her to the hospital, as she had broken her arm from the fall.

From then on, almost every time he dreamt, he’d managed to unlock a door and make his way into her world. Dream Girl. In the beginning, it was a bit embarrassing for him to spend so much time around one girl, especially since he wasn’t too forthcoming with his female classmates at school.

She was loud and boisterous and clumsy and chaotic, a fairly typical happy-go-lucky child. The first few times he’d met her, Yoongi would wake up with a pounding headache, her loud laughter still ringing in his ears. To be honest, it drove him insane and he wanted nothing more than to find this annoying girl, shake her, and tell her to stop laughing because the joke wasn’t even funny to begin with.

One thing he found even more maddening than Dream Girl’s loud presence was her lack of a face. When he met her, her face looked as if someone had smudged it out with their thumb. She was someone who was totally faceless to Yoongi.

And yet, he probably knew her better than anybody else.

He wasn’t exactly sure how to process that information as a teen, and he downright refused to focus on it once he left his home for Seoul. Visions of Dream Girl helped him through grueling pre-debut practices, unsuccessful songwriting sessions, and those lonely nights where he wanted nothing else to do than just disappear for a few hours.

Yoongi folded his feet up underneath his body, watching intently as Dream Girl finished typing up her paragraph.

It was the calmest he’d felt in a few days.

To my soulmate,

Whose words never exactly fully convey what you mean.

I see you.

#myg #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi imagines #yoongi x reader #bts writing

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btextswriting · 7 years

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DAY 1 {part 2 of WE GOT MARRIED}

Author’s Note: Sorry the parts aren’t posting that quickly, recovery hit a couple road blocks. Alsooo would you guys be cool with me starting another series? Or would you rather I finish a series before starting a new one?

Namjoon woke up early the next morning and was prepping himself in the kitchen, when Jungkook and Jimin walked in. Both still wearing their sweats and their hair standing on end. Jungkook looked up and down at Namjoon and saw how put together he was.

Hyung, where are you going? The maknae questioned and Namjoon sipped his coffee.

I have to be at Y/N’s place by 9am, I won’t be back until around 9pm, so don’t burn this place down while I’m gone. Namjoon said quickly and Jimin giggled.

Us? You’re the one who almost burns this place down everyday. Jimin retorted and Namjoon rolled his eyes. They were all in their twenties and yet they bantered like schoolboys. He felt as long as he lived in the dorm, he would be stuck feeling like a child. Every day off was the same, they would sleep in, play video games, work out, and end up just laying around. He knew they needed some time off, but he was getting tired of the same old.

It sucks that you have to do this on our break, hyung. Jungkook said and Namjoon shrugged.

I like having something to do. Namjoon was used to it. Even when they had breaks between albums, Namjoon was always in the studio with Yoongi or helping to make the next concept even more innovative.

By the way, is she nice? Jungkook asked, Namjoon could sense a bit of worry in his voice. You didn’t have the best rep and Jungkook was already nervous about his first drama that you were writing.

She actually seems pretty normal. Namjoon stated and took another sip from his mug. Smiling a little at the memories from the day before. For the entire day, the two of you joked about the rules you would have to follow and you even did some brainstorming together for songs and the series. I think you will mesh really well for the series. Namjoon added and Jungkook visibly relaxed. Jimin watched as Namjoon continued to sip his coffee and make small talk. He knew that Namjoon was doing this for his re-branding, but he didn’t want Namjoon to get too into this.

Namjoon hyung, remember, this is just a show. Jimin said sternly and Namjoon rolled his eyes once more.

I know, Jimin. I’m not gonna fall for her or anything. She just seems like a nice person to tolerate for the next few weeks. Jungkook laughed a little and the nonchalant response from the leader of Bangtan and watched Jimin cross his arms in defense.

I’m just looking out for you. Hey, shouldn’t you be leaving? Jimin responded and Namjoon looked at the clock. He grabbed his things quickly and tripped into his shoes. He had spent too much time talking and if they hit any form of traffic, he was going to be late.

On the other side of town, you were throwing a comb through your hair and rushing with your makeup. After Namjoon left the night before, you had gotten caught up writing and ended up practically pulling an all nighter. You were falling asleep as you tried to make breakfast. The crew had come to your house at 8am and you were incredibly unprepared for their arrival.

Aish. I thought I had until 9! You exclaimed to your manager as he gave you a small shrug.

They want to try and make Namjoon getting here to look a bit unrehearsed. He responded and you rolled your eyes as you finished up your mascara. Turning on the coffee machine, you sighed and looked around.

Anyone want coffee? You offered and a few crew hands went up. You nodded and started to make coffee as they set up for the day. You looked at the schedule. Today would be spent in the apartment all day, “getting to know each other” you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes again. As you finished handing out coffees and making small talk with the crew, your manager began clearing off your kitchen table.

Your work can’t be sitting around like this! He exclaimed and you shooed him away. This was your area to write and now this show was messing with all of the papers. You wanted to yell, but then there was a buzz at the door and all the cameras turned to you. Straightening out your sweater, you went to the box and buzzed him up. With the cameras all pointing at you, you felt nerves that weren’t there yesterday. Giving one of the cameras a little thumbs up expression, you opened the door. Namjoon was leaning against the door, acting cooler than he had yesterday, with a bouquet of flowers. Part of your stomach churned at how different he acted for the cameras.

These are for you, Y/N. I’m Namjoon, your new husband. He said as he walked in the door and handed you the flowers. Opening his arms for a hug, you smiled and reciprocated.

Ah, well thank you so much, Namjoon! Let me go put these in water! You exclaimed and made your way to the kitchen. Namjoon looked around and wanted to ask where your writing went, but saw the cameras and his hands immediately went clammy.

So what shall we do today, wifey? He asked as you grabbed two coffee mugs and walked to the kitchen table, handing one to him, you smiled.

Well there’s a bunch of questions that they want us to answer, so why don’t we sit down on the couch and do that? You responded and he nodded.

Of course! The two of you walked over and on the coffee table was a list of questions and two booklets. You were told you couldn’t go through them without Namjoon so you were incredibly curious. One had your name and the other had his. Namjoon gave you a confused look and you shrugged. The list of questions were simple, where did you grow up, how many people in your family, what do you do, when did you debut, etc. As you went line by line through the questions, Namjoon moved closer and you felt yourself wanting to ask him questions so he would respond in his deep voice.

Is that all the questions? You asked yourself as you flipped over the sheet. The two of you nodded and picked up the books labeled with your names. Opening it, you gasped a little. Inside were photos from your childhood, little articles about you, pictures of you when you first did interviews and onward. You were a bit embarrassed and you looked over at Namjoon to see pink grace his cheeks.

Aish, this is a lot of pictures of me. He mumbled and you snatched the book from his hands.

AIGOO! YOU WERE SO CUTE! You exclaimed and giggled as Namjoon grew redder. Pictures of him as a baby, going into his teens, and pre-debut years, flooded your gaze. Namjoon laughed and grabbed your book to skim through. He finally began to explain the photos, one by one, to you.

That was when I was in high school. I seriously thought I was so cool! He laughed and looked at you. A good wife would say I was cool. He remarked.

I thought a good wife didn’t lie! You retorted and he feigned pain by putting his hands over his heart.

You hurt me, Y/N! He pretended to cry and you giggled.

The two of you continued to laugh and go through the photo books, forgetting about the crew and managers that stood around you. Your manager and his manager looked at each other and raised their eyebrows, giving each other a subtle thumbs up. This was going to be good for publicity, but where the two of you going to be able to not fall for each other?

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