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sicjimin · 3 years

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Could you maybe do a morning sickness taekook: Taehyung knows he’s pregnant but hasn’t told jk yet. Maybe they are getting at dance practice or something and taehyung starts to feel sick but He normally get nauseous easily anyway for jk doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary and just is like “if youre tummy is getting upset we can leave.” (Thought it sounded cute.) and once tae gets sick ge reveals the truth Sorry if doesn’t make sense

A.N : AJSHDJSJDNS THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH anon ur mind ... i love it. As someone who likes morning sickness a lil bit too much, im having so much fun writing this one. I hope you like it and this one living up to your expectations :D

TW : emeto, graphic descriptions of vomiting, mpreg

Jungkook's birthday is in 3 days.

Taehyung always believes in Angel, and maybe this is one of Angel's ways to give happiness to his and Jungkook's relationship. Taehyung eyes get teary when he sees the positive sign on the test pack and the little USG photo in the maroon box. His hands grazed it slowly before moving to give his stomach a gentle rub. Yes, after keep feeling nauseous for almost a week, having the worst episode of vomiting in the restaurant bathroom with Jimin beside him 3 days ago, it was his breaking point to take a pregnancy test. To have it aligned with Jungkook's birthday is giving it a plus score, he gonna make it as Jungkook's gift.

He didn't know which one that he should be grateful for, the fact that Jungkook is oblivious of how frequent he's gagging on his hand and feeling nauseous in one day—he gets worried, even insisted on taking the older to the doctor, but because it never really turns into vomiting session and Taehyung always said his stomach is upset because of food, the younger grows used and only give him water and soothe him when the wave comes— or the fact that the time nausea becomes unbearable is always when he's not with Jungkook. Either it's on 2 AM —this got him grateful too that Jungkook is a heavy sleeper— or when he's with Jimin. His soulmate has been catching Taehyung harshly vomiting two times, one in their office bathroom stalls when they had recording, and another one when they went out 3 days ago.

Taehyung is itching to tell his husband. The image of having the younger calming him down when he's getting sick and take care of him when nausea crashes him just so tempting. But he needs to be patient, he only needs to hide his sickness for 2 days and after that he will get all the pregnant person privilege from his husband.

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Taehyung believes that his Angels approved his surprise plan and aligned everything so it works well as he's getting the worst morning sickness episode on September, 1st.

The first one comes in the morning, where he burst into the bathroom while Jungkook was peacefully brushing his teeth. He didn't have it in him to care about the "not getting sick in front of Jungkook" plan as his cheeks were already puffed with murky liquid that urging to come out the moment he woke up. So he runs and harshly opened the lid that immediately followed with a rush of yellow murky liquid that he has been holding back and another fresh stream from his stomach splashing to the water inside. Some of it splatters to the seat as the force was .. quite big. Taehyung has never been a quiet puker.

"Baby what happened? Are you sick?", Jungkook worried voices seeping into Taehyung's ears. He managed to shake his head before his shoulder bent further, almost making his head dive deeper, as another harsh retched bringing his dinner filling the bowl again. He coughs few times as the remnants of rice are stuck on his throat. He lifted his head and gasping for air before wipes his runny nose and lips, then tossing the tissue along with his vomit. That's when Jungkook speaks again, " What do you mean you're not sick? Taehyung-ah, you're clearly vomiting!"

Oh, he's using "Taehyung". he's serious.

"Not Taehyung. That's not my name", Taehyung pout. "And I'm sure i am not sick!", he adds. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, " Huh? explain?"

Taehyung huff, "My name is baby or babe for you! I don't know a Taehyung, and yes I'm sure I'm not sick, maybe this just food poisoning? the bulgogi I ate last night is kinda weird, don't you think so?"

"Huh? but I'm fine? I ate the same bulgogi?"

"Then maybe my immune is shit. Don't worry, baby. I'm fine. If it get worse i will tell you okay? Now just continue to prepare yourself while I finished this. We need to leave for practice in an hour", Taehyung says, positioned himself back facing the bowl.

"You're not done?"

Taehyung body is already jerked forward with an empty gag, before he nauseously answers, "No, more". As it on cue, another liquid rushing from the older lips. Taehyung goes for 2 more rounds of sick until he's empty and manages to let go of the toilet.

The second one comes when they were in practice. It's not a rare sight if BTS's choreo has a lot of jumps and runs and .. moving. Queasy stomach didn't help the situation at all. It was their second time to re-run the chorus part, when suddenly a harsh wave of nausea hits Taehyung, making him stop midway and bent on his waist with one hand cradling his stomach, another clamped his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut as his breathing becomes quicker, his eyes ringing with loud music that still thumping.

"Taehyung-ah, you're okay?", Hoseok's hands settled on his back, giving it a tap a few times. Taehyung sucked a deep breath as he straighten his body when he's sure enough that he won't spill his stomach content on the floor there, " Yeah, I'm fine hyung. Just a little bit nauseous"

Hoseok nods and yells, "10 minutes break everyone!"

Taehyung dragged his body to the couch, his hand still rubbing his stomach, begging the baby inside of him to stop playing around. He was catching his breath when he feels the other side of the couch dipped.

"Baby, are you okay?"

Maybe his baby recognized their father's voice and protest because they have been kept for too long, a harsh gag suddenly hit him and making Taehyung's body jerked forward, not only once but thrice until he almost considers running the bathroom. He squeezed his eyes shut again and try to control his breathing, finally, the wave lessen. He gulped audibly before opened his mouth, hoping that it would be a word that comes out, not his breakfast, "I'm fine"

Jungkook sighs and plants a quick kiss on his forehead before standing up as Hoseok's voices calling them back echo through the room. Taehyung managed to go through the whole practice without gagging on his hand, but it changed when he stopped moving and rest to catch his breath. He sits beside his husband that also panting with a bottle of water in his hands. It's just silence between them, only loud breathing sounds when another wave of nausea hit Taehyung, breaking the silence with an ugly gag from his throat. This one wave is more persistent as the feeling of gag still lingering behind his throat, making his eyes teary.

Jungkook that has grown used to the sight only place his hand on the older knees, "If your tummy still upset, lets just go home"

Taehyung supposed to giggles when Jungkook called his morning sickness as a mere upset stomach if his body didn't rock with wetter gag—he's sure he's going to throw up.

"I'm going to throw up", Taehyung urgently mumbled under his hand that clamped tightly on his lips before he runs to the bathroom. He almost cries when he sees his lunch morph into a murky liquid mixed with bile in the water below. He's tired. He rubs his stomach gently, " Baby please don't make me too sick"

"What baby?"

Taehyung jumps on the sudden voice. Then he feels another hand rubbing his back, "Are you still feeling sick hm?"

"Mhm", another trickle of bile escaped from Taehyung lips. He groaned softly, " Baby stop this"

"I'm not doing anything though, do you want me to stop rub your back?", Jungkook chime in, absolutely confused. Taehyung manages to let out a laugh before another trickle of vomit spills from his mouth. He spat the last thick saliva hanging on his lips before flushed the toilet and stand up. Jungkook trailed behind him like a puppy, until they reached the practice room.

"Is it really bad Taehyung-ah, are you okay? You need to take the anti-emetic medicine the doctor gave you!", Jimin greeted them with a worried ramble.

"Huh? what doctor?"

Taehyung giggles at his husband's confusion, completely enjoying it. He goes to his bag and grabbed the box and water. His throat burns after all the commotion, "Open this"

Jungkook, still in his confusion phase, opened the box.

"Happy birthday baby"

The younger gasp, "What ... what does this mean? Is this a prank?"

Jimin chimed in from behind, "Yah! what prank? Congrats Jungkook-ie, i can't believe a baby like you gonna be a father"

Taehyung laughs when he sees Jungkook's clueless expression, "So, you're not getting food poisoning or just an upset tummy?"

Taehyung shakes his head, "No dummy, that morning sickness. Do you really think I could get an upset tummy for more than 3 days?"

"Oh god. How far?"

"6 weeks now"

"Yah! Jungkook why are you crying", Jimin laughs from the side while Taehyung frantically wiping the younger cheeks that suddenly brimming with tears, " Baby why are you crying?"

"No, i love you. This is the best gift ever", Jungkook shakily says. He grabbed Taehyung wrist that still busy wiping his tears and pull it closer," Thank you"

Taehyung smile as he hides his face on his husband's shoulder, embracing the soft cologne scents that still emits from his shirt, "Now you're responsible to be with me every time I get sick. I've been sick alone or with Jiminie and that's suck"

Jungkook giggles when he hears Jimin protest, "Yah Taehyung-ah what do you mean i'm suck?!" before he adds, "That's what you deserve for hiding such a thing from me, baby"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!taehyung #caretaker!jungkook #another mpreg fic

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fitmind-strongbody · 3 years

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personal journey diary day 27

Busy day today! I wasn’t home till the afternoon and worked on my assignment (and finally sent it off!) until very late. Stayed up to start studying for the exam I have next Wednesday so I snacked more than intended :/ I always feel so guilty when I do that which I know isn’t healthy or productive but 🤷🏻‍♀️

Today’s workout:

-walking

-blogilates 2021 challenge workout (arms)

-choreo practice

Today’s menu:

Breakfast:

-rice cakes with vegan cheese

-tangerines

-black tea

Lunch:

-bought this DELICIOUS triple-stacked gingery avocado sandwich on flaxseed bread....i inhaled it so fast i didnt even think of taking pictures

Snack:

-shared a bag of mini twix with my friend lol

Dinner:

i was full from lunch and the twix so i ate at like 10 pm again and had:

-bowl of apple and banana topped with fillet almond, chia seeds, cinammon, a few chocolate chips and honey

-herbal tea

Snack:

-a few rice cakes with cheese

I didn’t feel like cooking dinner because I’m so mentally exhausted from uni lol which is probably why im snacking more too :// Kinda nervous to weigh myself to be honest...

#personal #food diary #pilates

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wildly-lost-lantern · 4 years

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Seven Point Star

A/N GUESS WHOS BACK!!! IS ME BITCHES! Ah this took so so so long to write and get out. I’m sorry. But, I’m having a grand ole time writing, and I’m already working out the third chapter.

Pairings: OT7 x Female OC

Genre: Lowkey crack, lowkey fluff.

Warnings: None right now!

Word count: 2500+

Chapter Two: Meeting Them

Two days after my audition, I was sitting in a café with my best friend, Jennie. She sat back in her chair, a smug smile playing on her lips. All I could do was groan at her.

"Seriously, Yuna. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. You'll be fine, I promise!" her voice conveyed an amusement I wasn't happy about. I glared at her slightly, annoyed that she didn't understand my concerns.

"Look, I'm just concerned. What if-" my sentence was cut short by my ringtone. I looked down and saw BigHit flashing across my screen. Immediately, I answered. "This is Park Yuna," I said, professionalism lacing my words. The woman on the other end of the line told me that I have officially been offered the job, and to look at my email for the paperwork and see when my first day was. After a brief conversation, the call ended.

"Told you so," Jennie's smug response made me roll my eyes. She was insufferable when she was right about something. I simply ignored her and looked out the window. A face caught my eye, and for a brief moment, I thought it was my mom.

"Oh my god," my voice was barely above a whisper, and by the time Jennie turned to see what had caught my attention, the woman was gone. I brushed it off and we continued our conversation.

"So? You never did tell me if you met any of the idols," she said to me, leaning forward as if we were talking about some big secret. I shrugged in response.

"Yeah, I met Namjoon and Hoseok, so what? They're people too, you know," I pretended to be disinterested, obviously to mess with her. She always got so excited by meeting new idols. She worked with them on a daily basis, so how she was always so excited was beyond me.

"And your point is, exactly?" she sassed back, her left eyebrow raised in a 'try me' way. I simply giggled.

"They're nice. I mostly spent the time teaching, you know, trying to get a job and all?" I let my snarky attitude come out in full affect. She simple scoffed and pouted my way.

"You're no fun," she said. If one could speak in tiny font, she would be. I just smiled at her, raising my cup in agreement. “Anyway, I’m proud of you. When’s your first day?” She then asked, subtly asking when I would see those men again.

“Monday. I’m teaching them choreo for their new song. They’re getting ready for a comeback,” I said, drinking the last of my coffee. I noticed a younger girl watching me, so I leaned in to Jennie to whisper, “We should probably talk about this in private.” I glanced back at the girl, noticing she was still watching.

“Yeah, so, let’s grab some more coffee and head home, how’s that sound?” She asked, making sure it looked like we were done having a conversation and just leaving.

“Honestly, I’m ready to get out of these, clothes. Let’s do it,” I said, standing with her to go to the counter. When I glanced back at the kid, she was whispering to her friend, point at Jennie and me. As soon as our drinks were up, we left the shop and walked to our shared apartment.

“Anyway, I got asked out, again. Like, can’t these guys realize I’m not the dating type? I like being able to just go out and have fun, and,” Jennie looked over at me, realizing I wasn’t listening, “sleep with whatever dumb guy looks at me for three seconds to long? Getting wasted every night. You’re not listening anymore.” She crossed her arms over her chest, sending a soft glare my way.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry, I zoned out. I should be getting the track shortly after my forms are completed, so I was working through some things in my head. I’m all ears now, though!” I smiled and nudged her gently, guiding her back to her story.

Once we both made it home, we got comfy and put on a Netflix show, mostly for background noise as I worked on my paperwork. Shortly after I emailed it back to the company, I got sent the new albums completed track list. Much to Jennie’s disappointment, I couldn’t share it with her at all. I downloaded the files onto my phone and plugged my headphones in, getting right to work. Writing down counts, moves, positions for each of the seven men, transitions, and everything else took nearly two and a half hours. That was only one song. I spent the rest of the night working on other songs before I caved and went to sleep.

I woke up the next day, getting right back to work, finishing up the choreographies for the last few songs through breakfast and the first half of the day. After I ate lunch, I went to the dance studio I practiced at, and worked out the kinks in as many songs as I could get through. Then my phone rang. “Hey, Jennie. What’s up?” I answered my phone, chugging down some water after a particularly difficult dance sequence.

“Hey, it’s almost six-thirty. Want me to bring dinner to the studio?” She asked, obviously cooking. If it was already six-thirty and I got through two and a half songs, I could probably go home for the day.

“No, I’ll come home. I’m done for the day I think. I got a lot done,” I said, starting to pack my stuff. By the time the call ended, I was already out of the studio, walking to the apartment. Then, my phone rang again, this time and unknown number. Not knowing who it could be, I sent it to voicemail. Thirty seconds later, the same number called again.

“Hello?” I said, answering it this time. I tried to stay as neutral as possible, not knowing if it could be a fellow staff member or not.

“Hi, is this Park Yuna?” the person on the other end asked. I thought I recognized the voice, but I wasn’t sure.

“Yes, may I ask who’s calling?” I responded, keeping my voice respectful. I felt myself walking quicker due to nerves.

“Ah, sorry, it’s Kim Namjoon. I was wondering, have you been working on the choreography? I know it was all kind of quick, but seriously, you are the best we had seen. You even taught me a lyrical piece,” he quickly explained. I laughed softly, shaking my head.

“Yes, I’ve been working on it. I have the title track down, and another one finished. We can get started right away tomorrow morning,” I said, keeping my confidence high. “Why did you call me about that, though? Wouldn’t it be better left to managers or something?” I asked, coming to a stop outside my apartment. A soft laugh came from the other side, as I rested against the door frame.

“Well, yeah. But as the leader of this group, I like to know all the people we work closely with,” he said with a sigh. I felt like he was hiding something, but I decided not to push my luck.

“That makes sense. I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Kim,” I said, getting ready to hang up the phone call.

“In the morning then, Miss Park,” He said, ending the call. I smiled softly at my phone, slightly amused by the leader.

I entered my apartment, wrapping my tail around my calf. “Jennie? I’m home,” I called out as I took off my shoes and put my bag down.

“Ah! Yuna, I’m in here. I’m almost done,” Jennie yelled from the kitchen. I smiled, walking in that direction. “I made a stir fry, babes. How did it go at the studio?” She was putting food onto plates for us when I stepped into the room.

“It went great, I got two done. The title track and an extra one just in case they want to work on something else tomorrow,” I said as I sat down at the kitchen island. Jennie sat across from me and smiled.

“So, are you excited?” she leaned forward slightly, her eyes shining with interest. The way she sat, staring at me was making it known we were having this conversation even if I didn’t like it.

“I’m really excited actually. Maybe a little nervous,” I started, taking a bite into my food. “This is really good! Thank you,” I immediately started shoveling food into my mouth, having not realized how hungry I was.

“Jeez, lady, breath!” Jennie laughed out loud at me, obviously amused by my antics. “Anyway, did anything interesting happen today?” She asked me, trying to pry some sort of gossip from me. Her face was easy to read, having known her most of my life.

“Uhm, nothing much, I think? I’ve just been, you know, working?” I giggled at her softly, my natural snark coming through.

“Yeah, okay. But seriously, did you get to meet anyone new? Make any friends?” She asked, quickly finishing up her food. All I could do was shake my head.

“No, I locked myself in the sound proof dance studio and just focused,” I said, getting up to help with the dishes that needed to be done. Just leaving them out would stress me out. After the small chore was done, Jennie and I sat on the couch, watching some show on Netflix. A few hours had passed, and I was getting tired, so I stood up. “Alright, it’s late, so I’m going to bed, babes,” I told her. I gave her a hug and went to my room to crawl into bed.

The next morning, I woke up to my alarm blaring my favorite song. I knew Jennie was already gone, so I loaded up my Spotify and started to get ready for my day. I threw on my favorite work out leggings and paired them with my favorite long-sleeved shirt. I pulled my dark brown hair up into a messy bun. I ate a quick breakfast, and then collected my dance book, phone charger, water bottle, and a change of socks. I threw it all into a small back pack, and then grabbed my lanyard with my keys and wallet. Pulling on my sneakers, I headed to the building. I had to get a badge for being able to get deeper into the building without having to get a security escort if I was going to continue to work there full time.

It was nine when I arrived at the BigHit building, which was just enough time to get all settled in before the group was scheduled to arrive. From the moment I stepped foot in the building, it was a whirl wind of chaos getting me in their employee system and my security badge. Before I knew it, I was in the practice room, reading over my notes. Five minutes later, BTS started to stream in through the door. Once they all had arrived, I smiled softly and shook my head. This was it. Time to prove my worth.

“Alright! Let’s get started,” I clapped my hands to get their attention. I suddenly felt a little over whelmed with all seven pairs of eyes on me. Nevertheless, I continued on. “I’m Yuna, your new choreographer. J-Hope, I’ll probably work closely with you. Anything I need to know about you all before we get started?” I asked, looking around the small circle. Immediately, J-Hope stepped toward me and smiled brightly.

“Nice to see you again, Yuna. Welcome to the team. You did really well, and I’m glad the company decided to choose you. Let me know if and how I can help. Again, please call me by my real name, not my stage name,” he said, gently patting my shoulder.

“You’re not Korean? Where are you from?” Taehyung, the ever curious guy he is, asked me. I looked at him shocked, not used to being asked that so directly. However, before I could reply, Yoongi stepped in.

“Taehyung, you can’t just be so blunt with people. It sets them on edge,” He scolded softly. I just shook my head and laughed.

“Well, it’s okay. I’m from America. I moved here to work for companies like BigHit, because they best options in America was ballet companies, and that just wasn’t for me,” I explained to them. They all looked at me with wide eyes.

“Wait, so you just left your home country and moved somewhere different… for a job?” Jeongguk asked me, looking amazed. I simply nodded in response. “Whoa, noona, you’re so cool!” He clapped slightly, his bright smile making me smile.

“Actually, you all are older than me,” I said softly, suddenly unsure if they’d be so happy to have me here if they knew I was young. There was a collective gasp throughout the room.

“Really?? What year were you born? I can’t believe you’re younger than me,” the overly excited youngest asked me, nearly bouncing with joy.

“Uhm, ninety-nine,” I said, suddenly overwhelmed by his energy. “Alright, we should get started. Which song do you guys want to start with?” After a brief discussion on the best place to start, we decided to go with the chorus of the title song. I jumped right in to blocking making sure the boys knew which direction they were going to be coming from as well. “Now, you, Hoseok, you’ll come center for twenty counts. Okay, good. Now you have this move,” I said, demonstrating the arm movement with the foot work I decided on.

“Wow, you’re really a great teacher, Yuna-ssi,” Seokjin said, grabbing my shoulder gently. I flushed under the praise, although it was completely innocent. We continued through with learning the transition into the chorus, out of the chorus formation, and the dance during. After about an hour of hard work, I decided on a break.

“Yah! Don’t touch that, you brat. You’ll break it,” Yoongi said to Namjoon, unsurprisingly. I turned around to see him trying to mess with the speakers and sound system in the room. I giggled and went back to looking over my notes, taking long drinks of my water.

“Yuna! Watch this! I turned to see Jeongguk goofing around with Jimin. I shook my head at their antics. All of a sudden a familiar song started to blast through the speakers. My phone had started to ring. When I looked down at the caller ID, I almost stopped breathing. On my screen, in bold lettering, was my mother’s name. With shaking hands, I disconnected my Bluetooth and answered it.

#wildly written seven point star #wildly written fanfics #bts x oc #bts x female oc #bts fanfic #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook #bts fic

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diddlfanaat · 3 years

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With The First Kiss *A BTS reverse harem x Y/n

Genre: Romance, Soulmate Fantasy with maybe a little angst and a lot of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (all seven)

Summary: The first kiss between two people gifts one of them with a soulmate mark. To seal Ii, the other has to say ‘I love you’

Join Y/n when she meets her soulmate, and the adventure it takes her on.

(Y/n is very, very open-minded, you have been warned)

Word Count: 107.450 so far.

Part; 2/?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, masturbation, voyeurism, pornography, blindfolding, spanking, choking,

*1. Kiss in the dark*

3rd POV

"Since it's your last night at the hotel", Mike scratches the back of his neck looking at the boys, "I thought it would be nice to go to a club later. My best friend got us tickets for this exclusive event." The boys have been here for almost three weeks now, the crazy girl incident long forgotten, well almost. Jimin still has nightmares, and when he has them, they sneak up on him, the nightmares waking him up with a heavy feeling all over his body, like the girl is still laying on top of him. He is drenched in sweat and his chest is heaving like he ran a marathon, taking him some time to slow his racing heart down. The others can sleep peacefully and Jimin envies them for it, he is just so tired, he can never get back to sleep after waking up from one of the nightmares.

The boys were seated on a bench in the dance studio. They just took a break. Mike who is openly gay, has short blonde hair, blue eyes, is built like a bodybuilder, but still graceful when he moves to the music, and really tall, he's a few cm taller than Namjoon, so he looked down at the seated boys. "Yay, we get to go dancing", Hoseok exclaims enthusiastically while jumping up and doing a silly little dance on the spot. "Hoseok", Yoongi grumbled tiredly from the end, "Are you seriously happy we get to go dancing? We literally just stopped dancing, and have been dancing for the last three weeks." Hoseok just chuckled, "what can I say! You know I love to dance, and besides the club has a bar and lots of alcohol", Hoseok slaps Yoongi on the back, waking the boy from his almost slumber, "you're right about that", Yoongi grumbles before falling asleep.

"Exclusive event?" Namjoon asks while getting up from the bench to get a bottle of water from the fridge at the far side of the studio. Mike nods his head, following Namjoon, "Yeah, my best friend did this tv-show and last night was the finale. So the TV-station hired the whole club to celebrate the winner and runner-up." Namjoon gets a bottle of water and brings one to Jin, "Does the club have insurance?", Jin asks Mike, taking the bottle offered. Namjoon shakes his head already, knowing what is about to happen. "Insurance for what?"Mike asks bewildered, looking from Jin to Namjoon. "Well, once this world-wide handsome face graces the club with its presence, they run the risk of burning the place down because I'm so hot", Jin says with a straight face. Mike laughs out loud at Jin's silliness and Namjoon joins in.

"Okay, let's practice some more", Namjoon commands, "Anyone want to wake Yoongi?" All the boys scramble to the middle of the dance floor, in the hope of missing out on the lethal action of waking Yoongi. Mike looks on in wonder, "what is happening?", he asks Jungkook.

who has fear written all over his face, "Yoongi is not the nicest when someone wakes him up", Jungkook even hides himself behind Namjoon.

Namjoon is fed up with Jungkook's antics and slaps the back of his head, "get a grip, he won't kill you." Mike smiles seeing them all afraid, even Namjoon, who puts up a good front, but his eyes, full of fear, betray him. "Shall I try?", Mike offers the boys, "maybe he'll go easy on me." The faces of the boys turn to relief and gratefulness, "Oh yes please", all of them say at once. Mike slowly walks up to Yoongi, who is seated on the bench, with his head leaning back against the wall. Mike's arm reaches out, and just before he makes contact, he hesitates looking back at the other boys, "you sure about this?" Namjoon asks, Mike chuckles and shrugs his shoulders, "No but if I die, he's gonna meet my best friend, and let me tell you, she takes no prisoners", His hand touches Yoongi's shoulder, but the boy doesn't move, so Mike grabs Yoongi's shoulder and shakes it. Yoongi's eyes fly open and he grabs Mike's hand, once his eyes recognize who Mike is, he lets go of his hand and leans forward, rubbing his stiff neck. "Could you guys please not let me sleep like that, my neck hurts now", Yoongi whines, "now I need a massage. Jungkook you up for it later tonight?" Jungkook nods his head, while he moves into position so the practice can start, "Sure. Come practice is starting."

The boys and mike practice for a few more hours, and finally the day comes to an end. The boys gather their belongings and take the car, Mike's driving, to get dinner. After dinner Mike drives them to the hotel, "I'll be back in three hours? Is that enough time for you guys?", Mike asks, parking the car in front of the hotel, and the door was open before the car was motionless, and three had already jumped out. "Three hours is fine", Jin tells Mike while he gets out of the car last, "I'll make sure everyone is ready by then."

One of the members POV

After everything that has happened lately, everything got accelerated and before I knew it, I was sitting on a plane to god knows where. I didn't mind not knowing where we were going, but the long plane flight took a lot out of me, and I haven't been myself. The others notice it too, but they think it's because I miss home and family. Sure I miss them, but it's not like I saw them all the time. Finally landing in .. (insert country of your choice), we met Mike. He's been helping us since he can speak Korean and the local language. It's a weird language, I can't make anything of it and it sounds like gibberish to me. The people here that we've met are friendly though, but very down to earth. They're also very direct and don't beat around the bush. It takes some time to get used to such directness, but I've decided I will not worry and just go with the flow of things. The first night at the hotel is always weird for me, I get one night of insomnia, basically meaning that the first night somewhere new gives me insomnia. The next night I sleep like a bear in hibernation. The total opposite. The next morning, we ate breakfast at the hotel and Mike came and picked us up to go to the dance studio to learn the first new dance. The others thought getting right into working, we would be able to get our minds off of everything. In my case that just didn't work. Focusing was difficult for me and I had trouble remembering the choreo. Hoseok is quite vexed with me, but I don't care at the moment. Quite funnily my mind hasn't been at home, or family for that matter. Instead my mind was filled with her. I don't have a clue who she is, I saw her for the first time on the first day we were at the dance studio. The others were changing their shoes to practice, but having finished, I stood watching outside the window. We were on the second floor, one wall completely out of windows. Outside in front of the building, stood a couple of teens, who were goofing off. Some were freestyling, and I like to watch people dance. I stood in front of the windows looking down on them.

At some point, some of them that stood watching turned towards the street. Some lifted their arms to wave at someone, others yelled a greeting. This made me lift my head to look at who they were waving and yelling. There's a girl walking towards the group of teens. I can't make out any of her features, I can't even see her hair since it was covered under a hat. On the third day of watching her, I found out that she has curly/wavy, black long hair, the ends dyed purple and teal. It reaches just her ass. A fine ass, nice, round and plump, ideal to grab a hold off. My mind strayed to that ass quite a lot, it's the only feature I could see clearly. Okay, maybe I'm just horny. She seems quite popular, everyone is happy to see and talk to her. Then just before we start practicing, everyone outside gathers their belongings and head inside of the building, except for her. She stays outside. I witnessed this every day for the last three weeks. One day we started a little later than normal, so I got to watch her a little longer. While she stood outside alone, it looked like she was waiting for someone, she kept checking her phone for the time, and everytime she would shake her head and tap her feet in annoyance. I never found out how long she waited for, we started before that, but during lunch, I checked and she was gone. I found her very intriguing, even though I didn't see her features very clearly, but I could see she had an oval shaped face, a small nose, big eyes, and lips shaped in a natural pout. I was sad I didn't know the color of her eyes, but I bet they are beautiful, just like the rest of her. Not tall, quite small actually, with long legs and curves at the right places. She literally took my breath away the first time. During the three weeks of me watching her, I got joined by the others, two stayed and watched with me every morning. We never spoke to each other while watching, or after, or whenever. We just never speak about her. The other two, just like me, probably think that we never get to meet her, so why bother talking about it.

"Aaahhh", I exclaimed, while falling down on the bed, after the refreshing shower, my muscles less tense and quite relaxed actually. "I'll be in the shower", Jin says while walking to the bathroom, "don't fall asleep." But I'm already halfway gone, so I don't hear him clearly, I humm a quiet response. Next thing I know, Jin is yanking on my leg, yelling at me to get up, apparently we're leaving. "But...I still need to change", I whine sleepily, rubbing one hand over my eyes, while the other scratches an itch on my chest. Jin throws his hands in the air, shaking his head at me, "I told you not to fall asleep", he turns and walks to the door, "you get 10 minutes. Hurry up." With that he is gone, and I rush to my suitcase to get a change of clothes, I pick black ripped jeans, a tight t-shirt, it'll be warm at the club, and my Timberlands, I rush to the bathroom to finish. When I'm done, I leave the room and head downstairs to the others, who are waiting. Arriving in the lobby I see the others, apparently I'm not the last, lucky me. When we're all together, Mike, who was already here, who was wearing very bold colors. A bright red, shiny, glittery kind of pants, I can't make out the material. His shirt has the colors of the rainbow, and he has white shoes on, the whole outfit got finished with a pink hat. Not really my taste, but he pulled it off, even with his height and build. He looked like an explosion of candy, you know, the one that makes the tooth enamel just spring off of your teeth, just by looking at it.

We walked to the cars. The ride to the club was comfortable, everyone was enjoying the relaxed mood. The silence in the car, only broken by the car radio, wasn't awkward, instead it was calming to me. It put me in a better mood, hopefully it can stay that way, I hate being depressed and gloomy. The sounds out of the radio made no sense to me, but somehow it sounded comforting.

The club was located in the middle of farmlands, which was a little strange to me. It looked like a huge, brown barn, one who would collapse in on itself if you would push just a little. It didn't look safe to me, but apparently it was, because a lot of people went in and out of the place. We stood watching it, "you'd pay a fee to get in, and when you leave, you can opt for a stamp on your hand, which lets you enter again on the same night, without paying the fee again. So if you needed fresh air after dancing, you could go out, get the stamp, and enter again once you're full of fresh air. But tonight is an exclusive event, so tonight we get in showing the ticket, which gets cut, the rest you keep, so you can get back in", Mike explained while giving them the eight tickets when it was our turn, after cutting said tickets, we went in. The inside was something I have never seen in a club before. Almost everything was made of wood, 'who chooses wood for a club' I think to myself while looking around. The lights in this room are quite bright, so I can look around clearly.

On both sides of the room is a bar, no barstools, just a lot of people trying to get drinks. "You don't pay with money, instead right next to the entrance is a little booth, where you can buy coins with money, the coins then can be used to get drinks at the numerous bars inside the club. Sodas are two coins, beers three, and it goes up, the higher the alcohol level of the drink, the more coins it costs", Mike explains again. There are people dancing in this room, but there doesn't seem to be a clear dancefloor, people just dance where they stand. There are four more giant rooms like this one, one has flashy lights and techno music blaring out of its speakers, the next one is softly lit with yellow and pink lights, soft and slow dance music floating over the people waltzing in the middle of the room, at the sides are couches, loveseats and small tables, the last dance room is hip hop, this feels like my kind of room, the first two we walked through just don't suit my style. We were on our way to the last room, the real lounge, the other one with couches and such is a little too romantic to be a lounge. The last room had a black and silver theme, black couches and chairs, silver tables and white walls with minimal lightning. Along the walls were booths to give people some privacy, a stair led to a balcony, that is weird. The balcony encompassed the whole building, but over every dance room the floor would be missing. Railings around it so no one would fall down. This way you had a nice view of dancing people in all the rooms. Mike was taking us to three couches grouped together, right next to the railing looking down at the hip hop room. Everyone got seated and Mike left to get us some beers and drinks, "Quite a weird set up for a club, right?", I say to the person next to me, who looks at me and shrugs his shoulders, "I haven't been to many clubs to know if this is normal or not", I look around at the others but they shrug like they don't know either. "I haven't been to too many clubs myself, but from movies, or TV-shows, I always thought they would look different, not like this one. Not that I don't like it", I defend myself while smiling sheepishly. At that time Mike is back with the drinks, and I gladly accept mine. I take a big sip and sigh at the taste, I like alcohol, but I don't like to lose my memory so I don't go overboard often, barely ever. I'm usually the designated driver, which I don't mind, that way I know my friends will get home safe. The conversations flow naturally, Mike is quite funny, and has us rolling around with laughter quite often. Him and Jin are a deadly duo, cracking jokes right after the other, best workout for your stomach muscles. Once my stomach hurts too much from laughing, I get up and walk to one of the other rooms to check out the dancing.

Of course I find my friend in the middle of the hip hop room, he's in the middle and people made space for him, and he's quite clearly showing off. 'Can you blame him, he's the best freestyler and dancer I know', I think as my eyes sweep over the people watching him, My eyes keep going over faces, some happy, others excited, a few bored, and then I see, in the corner of my eyes, purple and teal colored hair. I shift my head to the left and I just barely catch her leaving the room, I quickly make my way over to where I saw her leave. My heart rate accelerates, and my fingers tingle, I notice that I'm a little out of breath. 'What?? She is just a girl, no need to get flustered' I tell myself, running after her.

When I'm out of the room, I see her at the end of the hallway towards where the restrooms are. I quicken my steps, in the hope of catching up to her, when I get to the corner, she is almost at a door in the back, she has every intention of going in there. It doesn't look like the door to the restroom, so it must be some other room, I speed up, but keep as quiet as possible, I think she still doesn't know I'm chasing her. I'm right behind her, and I get a whiff of her scent, which smells heavenly, it's a mix of coconut and cinnamon, I like it, so I take a deep breath. When she opens the door I push her in and close the door behind me in one swift motion. I don't know what comes over me, or what I plan on doing now. It's completely dark in the room, so I don't know where we are, but I don't care. When I pushed her in she just made a sound but didn't say anything.

I still have my hand on her arm so I push her up against the door and bury my face in her neck, just to take another breath of that scent, that scent is going to drive me insane at night. She gasped when she felt my breath on her neck and it spurred me on, slowly leaving barely kisses on the crook of her neck, when she didn't push me away I started sucking and licking with more passion, she tilted her head to give me more room. When I reached just behind her earlobe, she moaned and I tried to get closer still, pressing my whole body into her. The sound of her voice turns me on more. The moan made me bolder, now using my tongue also to give her little lovebites, which made her gasp, squirm and moan, so my teeth made an appearance too. Everyone will be able to see she's mine. After giving her special spot a lot of attention I slowly moved up, slowly kissing her jaw, her chin, to finally pressing my lips to hers. They feel incredibly soft, plump and juicy. I lick her lower lip, just to taste her, she tastes just as she smells, like coconut and cinnamon, me licking her lower lip makes her gasp, giving me the opportunity to slide my tongue into her mouth, and explore every part of her. I keep it slow and sensual, which makes her grab the back of my head, just to pull me more towards her. The sensations are intoxicating, making it very hard to stop, even to get much needed air. The kiss continues and I feel excited by it, I haven't felt this alive in a while. My hands started to wander, they were still on her arms, but I moved them up her arms, to grab her face to deepen the kiss even more. I wanted to crawl into her, this feeling was new to me, and I didn't know what to do with it. The only thing ringing in my head, that I needed more, so much more. After almost squeezing her face to mush, my hands go down her sides to her waist, and I pull her into me, to make her feel the bulge in my pants she created. When she makes contact with it, I can't help the little groan that escapes, digging my fingers into her. The lack of oxygen is beginning to be a problem, for her as well, so I reluctantly pull away. All that can be heard is our heavy breathing, and after taking a few breaths, I kiss her again, my right hand lifting her leg up and put it around my waist, this way I can rock against her core and warmth. She moans low and long, pulling away and gasping for air. The hand on her thigh glides to her ass and I squeeze it firmly, another groan leaving my throat. She puts her hands on my back and they slide down to my ass, she pulls me into her with two hands and squeezes. My breath hitches and I feel the need to leave before I'm found out, she is gonna turn the lights on any minute. I mentally groan, I don't want to leave her. I kiss her again, but it's more hungry and greedy than before, she kisses back with passion, like she can feel I'm about to go. With one last lick of my tongue, I take a step back and leave the room as quickly as possible. I speed through the hallway, all the way back to the lounge. I plop down on the couch and try catching my breath. I cross my legs so my erection isn't obvious to the other people. Lucky for me no one is here right now. Suddenly the guys and Mike are back and I put on a bored face, while sounding a little irritated, "where were you all?", they look at each other and laugh, "we were looking for you", Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung say at the same time, making them laugh even more. 'Oops, I hope they don't find out where is was and what I did, they never gonna stop teasing me' runs through my mind, while I compose my face in a surprised fashion, "I was just in the restroom," I see Taehyung looking at me with a curious look in his eyes, but I ignore him and sigh in relief when the others nod.

"My best friend just told me through text that a show will be performed in one of the rooms", Mike informs us looking up from his phone, "wanna go see?" We all politely accept and go towards the hip hop room, two third of the room is cleared of all people, except for 20 or so, the other third is filled with people who want to watch. We squeeze through after Mike, who is so bulky, automatically makes a small path for us to get through. When we stop, I find myself at the front, on the left of me is Taehyung, and on the right Namjoon, my view clear of any obstacles. The others get next to Taehyng and Namjoon, with Mike right behind me. The room was filled with excited, electrifying energy, waiting for the show to start, Namjoon was bouncing next to me, sometimes bumping into me, trying to infect me with the same jittery excited energy, while Taehyung just stands still and looks intently at the group of people in front of us. As I was curious about what the show would be, I also looked at the group before me, studying them, I counted 20 people, ten boys and ten girls, all dressed similarly in loose jeans and a black shirt, suddenly they got into formation and the excitement level rockets up a few notches. And there........right in front of me, in the middle, I see the back of a girl with black long curly/wavy hair, the ends dyed purple and teal.

My breath hitches, I hope Taehyung and Namjoon didn't notice, her presence takes my complete focus, I don't see the other 19 people, just her. Then the music starts, the 20 people start to move and my jaw drops. I quickly closed my mouth hoping no one noticed it. They move very well together, like they danced together for years, maybe they have, I don't know, I can't describe what I'm looking at. I must admit, I don't see the whole, just one person, who glides through the room like on air, every move speaks of pure emotion and it floors me. 'How the hell does she move like that? If she moves like that on the dance floor, I wonder how she moves in the bedroom. I already got a taste, but I definitely want more of her, as a matter of fact I want all of her. I don't know what it is, but she feels like mine' runs through my mind while I watch her dance. She is definitely the best out of the 20 dancing now, but what do I know. I just like to watch her. Halfway through we make eye contact, but I don't see any recognition in her eyes when she meets mine. They stayed on mine for a little, but then she looked away, it looked like she didn't want to look away, she had to because of the dance. At least that's what I tell myself, the girl, who before we kissed, just 20 minutes ago, already claimed a big part of my brain, keeping it hostage for three weeks, but after the kiss, she made a permanent home right where she is in my mind. I hope she felt the same attraction that I feel, when we locked eyes just now. I see Taehyung in the corner of my eye looking at me instead at the dance, then he looks at her and I can see the wheels spinning, he doesn't talk much, but when he does it's usually correct or very profound and deep. He leans towards my left ear and whispers, "I was in the restrooms, while we were looking for you, but you weren't there", he takes a quick peek at her, then turns back to my ear, "so where were you?" He looks back at her, he knows I'll answer at some point, unfortunately his patience is remarkable, he can wait for years, sometimes, when I least expect it, he will ask again, but he never pushes a subject. So I don't answer him and focus back on my minx, 'Wait!!! What??? Minx??? Where did that come from, no, no, no way. I'm just intrigued, nothing more' my mind goes haywire, and loses its function. All I can do at this point is just watch her during the rest of the dance.

The music slows down, as do the dancers, the crowd watching goes ballistic, screaming and cheering the dancers on. The dancers bow and take the applause, smiling, but out of breath. When the noise level goes down, and conversation starts up all around me I hear Mike telling Namjoon and Jin, "Yes, my best friend, wasn't she great?", while he points at my minx, I grumble at my mind for not letting it go, "She just finished a televised dance contest, were the viewers at home got to vote on their favorite dancer. The title for the winner is after all the most favorite dancer. I signed her up, without her knowing, and since signing up makes you legally bound to participate, she had no choice", he stops to take a breath, looks at her, waves, "She was mad at me for a month, the longest one ever yet, quite difficult when you have to work together", he smiles while shrugging his shoulders, "She got over it at the end, so all's good."

"Wait, did you say you work together? As what? I haven't seen her in the weeks we worked with you", Jin asked, looking expectantly at Mike, who smiles big, "that's because I took over for her, she had the show to do, which had her practicing every day for it. So she couldn't teach", he turns around to walk away but gets stopped by Namjoon's hand on his arm, who turns him around and questions, "Teach? You normally don't teach? I thought you were the choreographer, even though I found it weird, because of keeping it secret from us, I still thought it was you", he looks at Jin who nods his head frantically. Luckily the three don't notice me, so I stay where I am and eavesdrop more. Mike starts to laugh really hard at Namjoons question, once he calms down a bit he wipes some escaped tears away and looks at Namjoon, "I can't choreograph shit, sorry", he laughs some more before saying, "So no, I'm not the choreographer, Y/n is.......................

My best friend."

Y/n's POV

Two hours before the performance at the club

Mike just texted, saying he and the guys will be here shortly. I invited them so I could look at them up close and maybe get rid of some nerves. The thought of me teaching them tomorrow, is playing havoc with my belly, and has me running towards the bathroom more and more, afraid of soiling my pants. Because I won, I'm surrounded by lots and lots of people, 90% are strangers to me. God, that's why I didn't want to win, I only participated so I could learn more dance. Now everyone views themselves as my friend, even though I don't know their names. I hate the fakeness of people when they want something for free, no matter what it is. In my case now, it's 15 minutes of fame. The prizes weren't interesting to me, there were two, one was a lot of money and the second prize consisted of a three year contract with a prestigious dance company. Well, I'm loaded with money thanks to my father, and I didn't want to be bound by three years dancing every night for an audience, besides I already had my dream job. I gave the three year job to the runner-up and the money prize to the third place. That never happened before, well duh... how often do they have a contestant with money and a dream job, anyway, because I gave the prizes away, they still wanted to give me something so I requested tonight. A night of fun, drinks and dancing. There was just one downside to all this, it included Luke as well. Luke, the bane of my existence, was one of the other contestants. With people around he is the respectable guy you want to bring home to your parents, polite, friendly, generous, and all other traits that parents love so much. That is how everyone else views him, but I know better. I tried to tell people what kind of person he really is, but nobody listened. I know because he was my assigned dance partner for the show. Unfortunately, we never landed in the bottom three, so there was never any chance of him getting voted off. He placed fourth, so I had to dance with him the whole show, And the dances picked to perform every week were almost all ballroom. It's not that I don't like ballroom dances, no I love them, just not with Luke. His hands were never where they were supposed to be. I've never slapped a person in my life before I met Luke. My count now is 18 slaps to his face, you would think he'd give up at some point, but no, he keeps trying.

At the moment, I'm finally alone, and I'm watching him dance in the middle of the dance floor. I need to prepare for the performance in like 20 minutes so I make my way back, to the room assigned for us, just to get some space. When I open the door, hands push me in, grab my arm and push me against the door. It's pitch black, I can't see a thing and I'm a little scared that Luke is trying something again. But I realize that he, I'm assuming it's a he, doesn't smell like Luke, and my body relaxes in relief. I don't feel any ill intent, or malice, so I don't say, or do, anything. I'm just waiting. He takes a step closer and presses his body up against me, he buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. A gasp leaves me when his breath touches me. He starts to kiss my neck, when he starts to suck and lick, I tilt my head, which gives him more room and he slowly goes up to my ear, when he sucks right behind my earlobe, a low moan leaves my throat. He kisses my jaw next, and makes his way over to my chin, and when he finally presses his lips to mine, my world explodes. The explosion was right between my breasts. It feels like liquid fire and it shoots to every part of my body, with the valley between the soft mounds as it's center. The urgency within me amplifies, wanting more and more of him. I know nothing of him, I only know the feeling he gives me, and he is the only one. I've never felt like this before. When he licks my lower lip for entrance, I give it to him in the form of a gasp. His touch burns so deliciously good. I contemplate how his touch can burn me, even when I'm filled with liquid fire, that burns from within. I can't come up with an answer and I dismiss the thought, instead focus back on the kiss. His tongue is slow and sensual, exploring my mouth and he tastes divine, Spicy, yet sweet, Manly with an undertone of mint. Mint is one of my favorite flavors, Mixed with the spicy, sweet taste of him. I'm addicted, he is my new choice of drug. My hands fist in his hair at his neck, and I pull him closer. When he grabs my face with both hands, I get dizzy with every new sensation running through my blood. I never expected this to happen when I woke up this morning. This is definitely a great surprise. So far my favorite, I haven't had many surprises, but if all turn out to be like this, I'll never say no to a surprise. My mind is definitely in the gutter when I think all future surprises are of a sexual nature. Next his hands slid to my waist and he pushed his crotch, his very obvious hard-on, against my core, yep, he is definitely a man. He groans, and it sounds so fucking sexy, I'm instantly wet, and soaking my panties. Shit, I need to change them before the performance. His fingers squeezing me probably will leave bruises, he pulls away at the right time, I little longer and I would have died of lack of oxygen, not a way I would like to go. When he claims my lips again, his hand lifts my left leg and wraps it around his waist, this way he is really flush up against my core, and his hard-on pushes the fabric of his jeans out, which hits my clit every time he rocks into me. A long low moan leaves my lungs and I pull away gasping for air. He is still holding my leg, but his hand moves to my back, where he squeezes my ass firmly, him groaning again. 'fuck, he needs to stop doing that' runs through my head, the sound of him in ecstasy is my new favorite sound. I wish I could record it and listen to it all the time. My hands wander to his back and down, grabbing his ass, and pulling his more against my core and squeezing the firm mounds. Yes I caught him by surprise and his breath hitches. Suddenly the air around us turns frantic and hectic, like time ticks faster, because something is coming. I don't really understand what is happening, but I brush it off when he kisses me again, hungrily and greedy. He thrusts his tongue in and out of my mouth and with a last lick he leaves me gasping for air, alone in the room. Heart racing a nascar driver and winning. I get my phone and check the time. Fuck, barely 5 minutes left, I quickly change my panties and make my way over to where we'll perform. My breath is still coming in quick succession. After the dance it will not look weird, me out of breath, but now it totally looks weird and I do get a few stares, luckily only from strangers. I quickly text Mike and wait.

Finally the music starts and the performance begins.

A/n

Any idea who's POV it is??

I hope you like it. It's my first attempt at writing.

The TV-show is basically the concept of "So you think you can dance"

Sorry about the long chapter. (I prefer them)

Have a lovely life

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