This tends to make people notbelievein me, but it IS my first off-TapBTSfanfiction.
But before you leavebecauseyouthink youwon'tlike it...
Readtheprologue.
Thank you.
It'sproofread.
"Can I get an autograph for my friend?" You asked lightly. Yoongi raised his eyebrows.
"Your friend?" He repeated. You nodded.
He shrugged. "Why now?"
"If not now, then when?" You countered, wanting to get your best friend a decent birthday present- as fast as possible. He looked at you with mild curiosity while taking the pen and card stock from you. He asked for her name. You smiled.
"Eliana." You said, watching as he signed the card. There were already the signatures of all the other members on it, and you couldn't help but notice Yoongi's interested expression.
"Who's her bias?" He asked, trying to figure out the situation. You shook your head in response.
"Doesn't have one. Goes through phases of each person." You said, recalling your interview of her a few years back. "That's why I'm getting all of your autographs for her. I think it'll be the perfect birthday gift." At the mention of a birthday, he warmly smiled, nodding in understanding.
"Didn't you used to be like that, too?" He casually asked, making you blush a bit.
"Well... yeah."
He handed the card stock back and you couldn't help but squeal with glee when seeing your completed gift. She was going to loveit. He chuckled, moving back to his desk to finish working on whatever he was working on before you came in. You thanked him and exited, planning to include the signatures with personally taken stalker pictures of them. You shook your head at the thought. They weren't stalkerpictures. You were their friend, after all. Of course, you also asked Namjoon before you brought out your camera so it was fine. Knowing they were about to go on tour, you decided to get the autographs as soon as possible, even though Eliana's birthday was a week away. You hummed along to the faint music playing in the background, which seemed to be coming from Taehyung's room.
Planning to head straight home to finish up the gift, you grab your things along the way to the front door. Until...
"Wait! Y/N!"
"Jin eomma?" You teasingly call back as he swiftly strides toward you. You were very close with them, so much as you could make fun of them without them taking any offense. He grins, his eyes closing to form the adorable smile you have grown to love.
"Say 'ah'." He insists and you do so, no questions asked. He feeds you a piece of... pink chicken? It tastes like chicken dipped into crushed fruit loops. You chew, trying to comprehend the taste. Jin keeps nagging you to tell him what you think until you nodded, swallowing.
"It's... actually okay." You say quietly. He nods vigorously.
"Right? Strawberry flavor fried chicken. I was just doing Eat Jin." He cheerfully says, shoving a piece of chicken in his own mouth. That's when you notice the camera he's holding and blush.
"I'm not... wait." You wave your hands in front of you. "I'm not camera ready!" You insist, pulling your hat down a bit to hastily cover your eyebrows. He laughs.
"That's okay. You look beautiful anyways." He compliments, dragging more chicken into his mouth. You smile a bit at the remark, as he finishes chewing. To know so many fans are watching- or are going to watch... makes you want to die. You already know some ARMYs were jealous of your relationship with them. You watched as Jin blew a kiss to the camera, probably bringing the fangirl rate up by at least 5%. If that makes sense... Shaking your head, you open the door and wave to the camera and Jin, before walking out. Shivering due to the cold, you pull your jacket around you tighter, hoping it would help but knowing it wouldn't really make a difference either way. Your house is a few blocks away and you groan at the thought of walking so far in the cold. A black car makes its way around, and you whimper in jealousy. Wait... is that Namjoon in the car? He's pulling over...
A/N: Pleasedon'tquestion how he got a car or why hehasn'tgot caught by fans. Idon'tknow myself so...
"Y/N?" The window is lowered just as he talks. You tilt your head. "I was about to head inside but if you need a lift..." He trails off, and you smile, nodding, very much thankful to be able to catch him at the perfect time. You were always able to rely on him at just the right times. You open the door, slipping in and slamming it shut after you. You sigh in contentment, enjoying the warmth- well, all the warmth there was, at least. Instructing you to buckle your seat belt, Namjoon quickly switches the radio station. A BTS song comes on and you smile as you put the buckle in the... buckle.
Singing along to Blood, Sweat, and Tears, you both make your way to your house.
And an awkward finish to ashortPrologue! Follow me on Wattpad: NekoAngelZD and thank you for reading!
Sincerely, Gene