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I just wanna quickly come on here and say im willing to take requests on any oneshots people wanna see for bts while I get the next chapters of searching for you finished and also continue crossposting on here. I cant guarantee they'll be good but I'll try my best!

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good evening, I have just uploaded chapter 15 of searching for you on ao3. if you'd like to get up to date with the story, I'd recommend giving it read there as there's much more content there :)

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searching for you, ch. 5

ot7 x reader

In which you try to adjust to your environment no matter how unfamiliar

word count: 2,568

Chapter Five

After the two men witnessed your mini crisis you had calmed down enough to the point you just felt numb. You really missed Jin, how was it just yesterday you were waking up in his arms, sipping bubble tea and holding hands in the rain like everyone was fine and dandy. Because it was all fine and dandy. And now it's not.

You had eventually explained your situation to the two men and as you thought, they thought you were full of shit—maybe a nutter—until you pointed out a few facts from world war 1 that weren't released to the public yet. That had both of them shutting up. And something was telling Tommy that you were telling the truth. He usually had a good bullshit detector so he trusted his gut.

They'd had you sleep the night in the hut youd spoken in and the next day you spent most of it sleeping until Tommy brought you some proper clothes to wear, at least proper according to them. It was a maroon satin button up with some subtle embroidery on the collar. It was paired with a knee length skirt and thigh high stockings. It was at this moment that you realized you really were in 1919. You had nothing to hold up the stockings but they were honestly quite tight so you weren't worried about them slipping too much.

Last night, you couldn't fall asleep until you could see the sun peeking through the horizon. You'd read the piece of paper you picked up over and over again. It was practically useless. It was the page with the codes guide. You kept it either way, clutching it to your heart like it could take you back if you held it close enough.

You spent the day with Charlie and eventually met the third man from last night that you only caught a glimpse of. From what you gathered, Curly—the third man—helped Charlie from time to time in his… to put it kindly, junkyard. Honestly you really couldn't tell what it was. There was a small area sectioned off where the stables were kept. You'd checked it out earlier and there was in fact quite possibly the most majestic horse you'd ever seen in the. It was full white and beautiful. You'd never got to see a horse from so close before, something Charlie took great amusement from when you would flinch every slight movement it would make. Curly seemed to like the horse very much, and he taught you a little of how to brush and maintain it.

It wasn't until sunset that Tommy had come back. You really needed a clock to be honest. The men here all kept pocket watches. Every now and then youd reach for your phone out of habit only to realize you didn't have it. You missed it so bad, maybe just as much as the boys. It was kind of boring here. All you did was follow Charlie or Curly around, not that Curly seemed to mind but you could tell Charlie wasn't used to company that was… more competent than Curly, to say the least.

The three of you were sitting around a fire outside when Tommy came back. They surprisingly had an old couch out here. You were sat with your feet up on the couch, a blanket once again wrapping tightly around you. You missed Tae. He used to stick to you like glue any chance he got.

Your attention was caught away from the fire as you heard Charlie and Curly greet Tommy. He walked up, seemingly out of nowhere and stood next to your seated form on the couch. He didn't look at you, staring ahead at the fire.

“I'm taking you into town tonight. There's a proper place for you to stay there.” He announced, keeping his eyes on the fire while you sat up to look at him.

“You're awfully sure of yourself. I don't get a choice?” You challenged for no reason in particular to be honest. You wouldn't say no, of course but something about the way he didnt propose it as an offer, simply a fact like your opinion didn't matter to him. You supposed you should get used to it here, could you even have a bank account in your name yet? Maybe you should've paid more attention in history classes.

His eyes flickered towards you as he spoke. “My apologies, I was under the impression you had nowhere else to go. Change of mind? Suddenly remember where home is?” He asked, raising a taunting brow. You had nothing to say in return so you just pursed your lips and kept your mouth shut. Obviously you wouldn't refuse.

He seemed to know this as he clicked his tongue. “Thought so.” He stated, looking back to the fire. Your eyes snapped back to him as a scowl formed on your face, you gritted your teeth and let out a scoff, holding back multiple swears on the tip of your tongue and you swear you can see a small smirk on his face that he tried to hide.

You sighed as you focused back on the fire, scenes of your memories with the boys playing in your head as some sort of amusement that could stop you from losing it. You didn't even want to think of your mother, you might actually start tweaking if you did.

After Charlie and Tommy had a short chat a little ways away, by the looks of it Charlie wasn't too happy with Tommy. You didn't pay too much attention though, maybe you should've. Tommy told you to grab whatever you needed so you could get going. You grabbed the sweater you were wearing yesterday and made sure to check three times that the paper was on you before you left. You were still wearing the shorts from yesterday under the skirt so you didn't have much. You'd have to thank Tommy for the clothes and ask where he got them from. The shirt wasn't half bad to be honest, you wouldn't wear it normally though.

As you walked through probably the most depressing town you've ever seen, (why was everything so gray here???) you took a moment to breathe. The air you inhaled was half smoke but it was still nice to have a moment. You walked slightly behind Tommy but you made sure to stick close since it was dark. You hated being out late alone, you always made sure you had a friend or someone with you.

“So, since you're from the future, what's something you can tell me? What year are you even from ey?” He asked, sounding positively bored and maybe even a little mocking. He was definitely still somewhat suspicious of you, he definitely thought you were lying but it seemed he'd decided you weren't a threat.

“Why are you helping me?” You asked a question of your own.

He took a moment to answer. “Because I felt like it.” He replied simply.

Well. That makes perfect sense. You didn't comment on it, not deeming it important enough to argue over and honestly, you didn't really care. You'd take his help and pay him back for it eventually, whether you helped his ancestors in the future or did it here. Preferably the former.

“I don't think telling you anything would be a good idea. Might mess up something in the future.” You stated honestly. You doubted a random man like him could do anything big enough to mess something major up but who knows, you'd rather be careful.

“I certainly don't wear clothes like this back home, I can tell you that much.” You told him, caressing the skirt you were wearing. He was thoughtful enough to bring you a pair of shoes too, though they were about a size too big, you'd rather that than being barefoot. Charlie helped make sure your feet weren't injured last night from walking through the yard barefoot. They were awfully kind to a stranger. It warmed you, the slighted bit.

He huffed out a laugh, a small smirk tugging at his lips from where you could see the side of his face.

“Yeah, I gathered from last night.” He said as you both continued on forward through streets that he clearly knew well.

Your face scrunched. “Okay, well I'll have you know, those were my pyjamas! I thought I was going to have a decent night's sleep before I woke up here.” You defended, quickening your step to walking next to him so you could glare into the side of his face.

“How old are you?” He asked, instead of retorting.

“How old are you?” You returned, with raised brows. He let out a scoff as he glanced at you. The silence between you two was telling until he finally broke it, seemingly not in the mood for childish games.

“Twenty nine.” Was all he answered with.

You couldn't hide the raise of your brows. Your mouth slightly opened in surprise as he glanced over at you again and narrowed his eyes. Oh you weren't gonna let go of this.

“Twenty nine?! Dang you—youre… old!” Was all you could get out. You tried to think of something smart to say but you were too stuck on his age to genuinely make fun of him. He only scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It's true! You were in.. Year 2? When I was a baby. Or—you would have been. In my time.” You ended abruptly before leaning in as if you were asking him a secret. “Do you have grey hairs? What's it like to be pushing thirty?” You hushed, trying to keep up with his steps and holding back a grin.

“You're about to give me some.” You heard him mutter.

“I'm twenty two.” You answered finally.

“Yeah?” He asked, guiding you to walk on his left to avoid you accidentally walking into a street lamp. You'd need to work on that if you wanted to live here without losing something. You did seem to survey the area often though, checking for something. It looked to be out of habit, and every noise you heard, your head would unconsciously direct towards the sound.

“What do twenty year olds get up to in the future?” He asked, actually curious for your answer.

“University mostly. Sometimes work too. Sometimes both. It depends on the country.” You answered absentmindedly. “I've graduated already, so.” You shrugged.

“You went to university?” You heard him ask.

“Yeah, it sucked. Actually, it wasn't too bad but the assignments sucked. I studied a double major. Law and business” You explained before you realized you had stopped in front of a door.

“Educated girl then.” He stated, holding open the door for her.

“Yeah well, it doesn't mean much here if I don't have the paper to show for it.” You shrugged as you walked in. You took in the room, it was quite large, a huge blackboard with numbers written on it from what you could tell. There was only a few lamps on and two men sitting at tables counting coins, at least that's what it looked like. They gave the both of you a quick glance before going back to their job. There was another door to your left, a double door that you could hear muffled talking from. Tommy nudged you forward to get you to start walking and he led you up a small staircase.

The both of you went up with one last look to the two men. “Where are we?” You asked quietly, for some reason feeling like you should probably keep it down.

He didn't answer immediately, leading you down a hallway to a room at the very end. He went ahead of you and opened the door, turning on a lamp. It was a small room, a single bed pressed to the wall in front of you and a small window in the wall in front of the bed to your right. There was a bedside table and a closet next to the window. It looked… very olden timesy to be frank. Gaudy wallpaper with a side table that looked like an old woman's cane. Bedsheets with floral prints you may have seen at your friends grandmas place. At least there's no old person smell. Pleasent.

“You'll stay here from now on, yeah? If you need anything, there's a small kitchen down the hall. There's not much there, I'll take care of that tomorrow but, if you get thirsty, y'know.” He sounded suspiciously gentler than before. Not soft by any means but he was also speaking quieter for some reason and it put a certain atmosphere you couldn't name.

When you stepped into the room, something immediately told you it belonged to him. Maybe it was the smell of… man? It wasn't a bad smell but it definitely was the kind to be purely unique to someone. And a slight hint of cigarettes too. You didn't ask where he'd sleep, honestly you didn't want to know.

You nodded and whispered a thanks, maybe feeling a tiny bit bad for troubling him. He was taking care of you, even if he was kind of an asshole at times, he still had no reason to help you.

“There's some clothes in the bottom drawer if you need something comfortable to sleep in. I'll see you tomorrow.” He states and then turns to leave.

“Wait.” You stopped him, slightly uncomfortable with the thought of being alone. “When will I see you tomorrow?” You asked, not wanting to be left alone in this tiny room for a whole day until he decides to come and get you. Maybe it was slightly selfish to ask him to take time out of his day to see you but you've pretty much lost your whole sense of direction and you had no idea what to do in this foreign time where you knew nothing and no one. At least in the yard you had Charlie and Curly to pass time with, here you truly knew no one.

“I'll get you in the morning.” He answers, seemingly understanding your worry. He sounded like he had a plan and a part of that soothed your nerves.

“Alright.” You nodded, hesitating before adding, “Goodnight, Tommy.”

“Goodnight.” He nodded at you, his voice in a hushed tone just as yours. He closes the door behind him and you go to sit on the bed, feeling even more uncomfortable in an unfamiliar bedroom. You knew for sure you'd get even less sleep tonight. You sighed before you accepted the fact that this needed to be your new reality for now. You needed to try and find the others and a way out of here as soon as possible. Trying to find the family who originally owned the book would be a good starting point, you can remember their last name and you know they lived somewhere in the west of the UK. You wondered if the others were transported here at all, if maybe it'd be a waste of time trying to search for them but you'd rather try and waste your time than not try only to find out they were in fact here, whatever consequences that may bring. And you knew if they were here, they'd be looking for you too.

a/n:

You guys, I know the years don't really make sense, I KNOW but ykw, neither does time travel so!! I had the idea to make it one chapter of one of the boys and one chapter of our main girl, this is meant to be more based on her anyways. Also I know Tommy might be a little out of character here, but it's fiction so who cares. Chapters are quite short but that's because I'm trying to get them out as fast as possible. Please let me know your thoughts even if you think some things could be better! I hope you enjoy, there's much to come

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Masterlist

searching for you, status: ongoing

+intro/moodboard

in which, I don't know how to write summaries and bts + you (their beloved... something) are transported to the roaring 1920s and split up, forced to fight tooth and nail to find each other again.

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searching for you, masterpost

status: ongoing

Chapters:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

all published chapters on ao3

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searching for you, ch. 4

ot7 x reader

genre: time travel, historical, magical elements, minor crossover elements, found family, streamer au, youtuber au, reader insert

In which we find out what hobis up to!

word count: 1,403

no chapter warnings

Italics are in Russian, everything from Google translate don't come for me I beg

Chapter Four

The last thing Hoseok expected to happen was to wake up in a nondescript alleyway in an unfamiliar country. It seems the phrase ‘expect the unexpected’ applied 24/7. It was quite the feat to build up the courage to speak to anyone. Everyone here seemed to be in a permanent bad mood and the general vibe was really dampening his day. He was already ruffled from the shock of waking up not in his bed, but when he heard the language people were speaking around him, which certainly wasn't Korean and didn't sound like English, he knew he was fucked.

Communicating was almost impossible since he knew very little English, and the people he'd speak to also knew very little English, and he very obviously wasn't welcome here. It wasn't till he checked multiple newspapers on the ground that he accepted that he'd been somehow transported back in time in a foreign country that he couldn't communicate in other than saying hello. At some point, he met a few army men that spoke English with a thick accent that they pointed him in the direction of a very ran down looking building. 

It was hard to convince the man that he meant no harm and that he really needed a fucking place to say. The man, who he later after many failed attempts at communicating in English, he learnt was named Avda. He must've looked like a lunatic pointing to himself and firmly repeating ‘Hoseok, Hoseok!’

He can laugh at it now but that night, after agreeing to whatever Avda had said, not that he really understood, just that he'd be working for food and board. He remembers settling into the hard bed—the mattress was two centimeters thick at most—and just crying. After the day he had, the fear and confusion and the way he'd forced himself to be somewhat calm after panicking in that alleyway and walking down the street like a madman. He remembers the fear he felt when he looked around and realized he was well and truly fucked. He has no idea how he did it.

He remembers the way Avda examined his body, giving him a once over before he decided he wanted Hoseok to train and become one of his fighters. Turns out, the shabby building he stumbled into was a boxing ring and Avda was a boxing coach. He had fights in his ring weekly and he would always sit on a wooden chair set on a small platform as an announcer. He remembers watching his first fight. The way the dread settled in his stomach when he realized in a few months he'd have to be taking punches like that, that he'd get injured and could possibly even die in the ring if wasn't careful. That fear drove him to be the best. Hoseok was always an overachiever but the fear was a big motivator. And training wasn't pretty either, he couldn't count how many teeth he'd lost trying to learn how to take a punch without being knocked onto his ass. 

Avda was fair though, he made sure Hoseok always got whatever teeth he got replaced and he made sure he ate full meals to power him through practice. Here, he couldn't diet like he used to unless he wanted to be knocked out cold. His training as an idol came in handy though, he could push forward no matter how tired, hurt or dizzy he was. It came in use during his first fight. 

Seven months in and he was Avdas star fighter. They'd even gone to other cities for fights and the money he made was more than enough to move out of the old room in the boxing center to an actual apartment. It was one bedroom since a lot of the houses in this town were small, it was clearly not the richest area, but it was his and he didn't have to deal with the loud noises of dripping water and the echoes of the wind anymore so he was thankful. 

He learned the language eventually too, not a lot but enough to ask how much something was, barter for the price or ask common phrases. His fellow boxers were from all kinds of places, different cities in the continent but all of them still spoke strictly Russian. After a period of it being insanely awkward (he seriously felt like he was back in highschool,) they got on surprisingly decent. He was sure they made fun of him in Russian sometimes but he didn't have it in him to care when he has bigger problems to deal with. 

The only thing he had from home were the clothes on his back from that day and a piece of paper, one that looked suspiciously similar to the pages in that damn book you were translating. He had no clue what it said, it was only a page but it was written in that stupid code you were trying to figure out. It had to be the book that did this, he didn't forget the uneasy looks on everyone's face after you read the passage, and the buzz he felt in his bones during. 

He seriously missed talking to people. Like really talking to people. Korea hadn't even separated from the North yet. He could always go to Korea, but for what? Surely he was sent to Russia in specific for a reason? And if he was sent to Russia, that might mean the others are here too. Surely he couldn't be alone, right? It always kept him up at night. He'd gotten over crying himself to sleep about a month in. It only ever happened every now and then, when the hopelessness got too much but he knew showing any weakness to anyone here wouldn't be a good idea.

He sighs as he finishes making his bed. His mind runs through all the things he has to do today. He has a fight in five days, he wasn't excited for the two and a half day trip to Saratov. He was currently in a city called Astrakhan, in southern Russia. He needs to stock up on food for the next three days. He'd be buying less since he'll be in Saratov for three days. He needs to get a work out in and a big fucking meal before Avda makes him train for the next six hours. He doesn't know how he's gonna go back to dieting if he gets back home. He's gotten used to eating whatever he wants and eating a lot. He'd also grown bigger the last few months. Soon, his biceps would be as big as watermelons, he mused. He'd like Jungkook to see him now. He misses that kid.

He climbs down the steps to his apartment, walk down the street to the market. He walks like he has a purpose, his head held up high. It was a big difference to when he first got here. He's forgotten where the alley he first woke up in was, he was pretty sure it was further into town.

After buying bread, fruits and some meat and spices to cook to keep him going for the next few days he headed towards the ring. The man was probably already there. His mind lingered on the way the babushka at the market stall had actually smiled at him for once while passing his plastic bag of mandarins. He was surprised only for a moment before he beamed back at her. 

“Spasibo” [thank you] he'd nodded back, a grin on his face. This was progress! The locals weren't as cold to him anymore. Maybe they were coming around to having a foreigner in their town. 

“Do skoroy vstrechi” [see you soon.] She'd responded, her voice not as stern as usual. 

He heard grunting as he sauntered in to the building. He recognized it as Ilya getting his ass handed to him. He held back a smirk as he set his groceries in the back office and walked out to greet Avda.

“Da ladno, paren', u nas ne tak uzh mnogo vremeni” [come on boy, we don't have all day.] Avda urged, signaling to get in the ring as he had Sergei help Ilya limp out. 

He sighed as he slipped his shirt off and hopped over the ropes. It'll be a long day, he knew that for sure.

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searching for you, ch. 3

ot7 x reader

genre: time travel, historical, magical elements, minor crossover elements, found family, streamer au, youtuber au, reader insert

In which you wake up somewhere unfamiliar with even more unfamiliar men

word count: 1,900

no chapter warnings other than some brief panic

Chapter Three

The first thing you noticed as you were waking up was that you were cold. But not just empty bed cold, or Taehyung is stealing the whole damn blanket cold. It was the kind that settles in your bones. It was like you were learning against a freezer and… were you shivering? Opening your eyes felt like a struggle. Even breathing was a struggle. 

Your saviour came with a light. It was so bright it lit up the back of your eyelids. Your eyes cracked open as you tried to orient yourself. You tried to survey your surroundings with a jolt, sharp breaths leaving your lips. Where on earth were you? What happened? You were freezing. 

“Good. Now that you're awake you can…” you heard a voice speaking to you but everything seemed to blur. Your ears started to ring as you seemed to lose your breath, your throat tightening. Panic swirled throughout your body, you could feel it in your heart and stomach. Oh no. This was a very bad time to have a panic attack but it was almost fitting. Adrenaline shot through your body as you gasped for breath. Where on earth were you? All you could see was a bright light it front of you obstructing your vision. You could hear people around you speaking but you couldn't register what was being said. 

Where was Jimin? You were with him last right? Were you remembering things wrong? Yoongi. Yoongi would make things okay, you should call him. He always handled your panic attacks best. 

You felt hands on your wrist, they weren't exactly unwelcome but your body tensed anyways. The bright light was removed from your face and you could hear someone speaking to you. It wasn't a familiar voice, not even Yoongis voice was as gravely as this one but at the moment you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

“There we go. Just keep breathing.” You heard, your surroundings coming back to you, as did your breath. You could breath through your nose again, and you took a few deep breaths before your eyes shot around, taking in what looked like some sort of farm building? A stable maybe. Your eyes shot to who was holding you and you couldn't control the words that left your mouth. 

“Who the fuck are you?” You asked, staring into the bluest eyes you've ever seen. They quite literally looked like crystals. The man was all sharp corners and he had a funny haircut. Your head shot to your surroundings once more, taking in the man who was holding a lamp and another behind him, slightly hidden by the dark. 

“Funny you ask that, I was just about to say the same thing.” He responded dryly, releasing your wrists that you didn't even realize he was holding and stood back up. You were leaned back against a wall and suddenly you remembered how cold you were, another shiver wracking through your body as the loose baggy sweater that you were pretty sure belonged to Jimin and the sleep shorts you were wearing did a poor job of keeping off the icy wind. 

“What's a girl like you doing out in this weather? How did you even get in?” The second man asked, this one seemed older. Maybe mid to late 40s. Now that you could actually focus you were able to give them a once over. It was still dark but they were dressed in suits, but they weren't the kind you'd wear to a wedding, at least they didn't really look like it. And suddenly a thought shot through your mind that had you scrambling up. What if these people recognized me? What if they plan on posting this? Theyre not holding any phones but still, you had to be careful. 

“I- look I just-” you started, not even knowing what to say. The men did their best not to stare at your bare legs but it was quite difficult since they were right there. “Where am I? How- how did I even…” you trailed off, not finishing as you realized, how the fuck would they know? Another shot of fear went through you as you realized your situation. You were a young, (somewhat attractive if the Internet and all the modeling agencies asking to sign you were correct), vulnerable girl with two men, strangers alone at night. 

“Who are you?” The man with the funny haircut asked. Really, his hairdresser didn't even try to give him a fade, damn. He should sue to be honest but he rocked it decently to be fair. I guess anything looks good when you're as handsome as that. 

Bringing your mind back on track, you answered his question. “___. My name is ___.” You breathed. It probably wasn't a smart idea to give them your full name so you settled for a shortened version of your name. Maybe you should've gone for a completely different name but you were quite frazzled and your reputation was honestly not the first thing on your mind. At least your fans weren't as bad as the boys. Speaking of…

“Do you know where I am? Is jimi— is—a boy. A guy my age, he—is he here?” You asked, realizing you sounded crazy. You couldn't say his name, you'd feel awful if you got him in trouble if he was here but these men didn't seem like the type to know anything about kpop. You glanced around, hoping to find even a clue of where he might've been, how you could've got here. You eyed a familiar piece of paper on the ground, frowning as you swiftly picked it up and shoved it in your pocket. You'd unpack that later.

The men seemed to have notice you'd picked something up but didn't mention it. You were sure you looked suspicious. You checked your pockets and didn't have your phone on you. Your luck, but to be fair, you always kept your phone on your nightstand, how were you meant to know?

“You're in small heath, love. If there was any other man around here, trust me, we'd know.” The first man seemed to take pity on you. It was in this moment that you registered his accent. It was… it certainly wasn't Korean. 

“Small Heath? Small Heath where?” You pressed, panic clawing at your heart once more as you stepped forward, desperation in your eyes for it to not be true. 

“Birmingham. Small heath, Birmingham. Where are you from? Do you know your way home?” The second man answered for him. You should probably ask their names. 

“No, i—i don't know how I got here, I…” you trailed off, realizing you sound fucking crazy. These men, how did you know you could trust them? They could be anyone, they could've even kidnapped you and be pretending to help you! But you didn't have any other options right now, how on earth did you end up in the UK? You were in Korea what felt like only a few hours ago.

“That's alright, you can think about it later. For now, we should get her inside, Tommy. She'll freeze her ass off.” The second man suggested, speaking more to the first than you. It seemed the first man was the one who called the shots even though he seemed to be younger. And handsome, God you really needed to stop.

The man, Tommy, stayed quiet, simply turning on his heel and walking off towards God knows where. The other man gave you a sympathetic smile, telling you not to worry and pressed a hand to your shoulder to guide to off to wherever. And you followed because what else could you do?

•••

As you sat inside a small hut consisting of only a single bed and a small kitchen, a round table with three chairs, one brought from outside you begun to think. You hated this, you were scared, cold and confused. The man, Tommy let you use his coat to cover your legs and you had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The other, older man whom you learned was named Charlie, was making tea in the small kitchen only a few feet away behind where Tommy was sat across from you. Your mind flashed to the third man from earlier but he seemed to have disappeared. 

“Alright, so you don't remember how you got here, you refuse to tell me where you're from and you don't know how to get home.” Tommy remarked. He very clearly wasn't amused but something told you he never was. His accent was still funny.

You pursed your lips and decidedly shrugged. 

“Why can't you tell me who you are.” He demanded. He was honestly quite scary. It felt like his eyes could see through your soul. You weren't a fan. 

“Because.” You replied, genuinely not knowing what to say so you just opted to go with attitude, even though you know it wouldn't work out for you. 

“Because.” He repeated with a blank stare. 

“How about this,” Charlie begun as he brought three cups of tea to the table for you all. “Are you in danger? Is someone looking for you? Giving you trouble?” He asked, taking a different route. Regardless of Tommy's suspicion, if he really thought you were a threat you'd be having this conversation in completely different circumstances, not sat around a table with a gas heater in the middle, drinking tea.

“No. Well, not yet at least.” You responded, narrowing your eyes at them both. You definitely didn't trust either of them. 

“Listen love, I'm trying to work with you here, ey? You'll have to give me something. Can't do nothin’ if you sit there with your mouth shut. Unless you'd like me to force it out of you, which I don't want to.” Tommy sighed, sounding slightly condescending and, was that a threat? You didn't take well to that clearly, a scowl forming on your face which made Charlie intersect before you could get a word out. 

“He has a point there. We obviously can't just let you go, but it'd be easier on all of us if you just told the truth.” He said. He was a gruff man but he didn't seem scary, not like Tommy. Something about him made you tense, no one with that face had anything good going on in their mind. His aura in general just put you off somehow. 

“...You won't believe me.” You stated, sounding like you were a hundred percent sure of your words. You had an inkling but you didn't want to ask just yet. Their clothes really just put you off. Not because they looked bad but… it was clear you were the odd one here. 

“How's that? Hm? How'd you know if you haven't even said anything.” Charlie retorted, easing a brow. 

You stayed silent for a long moment before you spoke, your voice a lot more smaller and quieter than you'd like. 

“...what year is it?” You asked, jaw clenching as you felt the stinging of tears in your eyes. 

You heard a ‘what?’ from both of them, so you repeated your question and your breath was stolen from their answer. 

“February 2nd, 1919.”

“Ah shit. Im fucked. I'm so fucked.” You crumbled, your forehead going to your arms on the table. What the fuck am I gonna do now?

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searching for you, ch. 2

ot7 x reader

genre: time travel, historical, magical elements, minor crossover elements, found family, streamer au, youtuber au, reader insert

In which your curiosity is peaked and you confirm once more than you couldn't live without your boys.

word count: 2,487.

no chapter warnings.

*TEXT IN ITALICS ARE SPOKEN IN KOREAN

Chapter Two

After a number of years, shyness seemed to be non-existent. You'd like to imagine yourself when you first met the boys so many years ago in your current position, laying on a mattress in the living room, in front of the TV with one boys head laying on your stomach and the other with his arms wrapped around you tight. 

After not seeing the boys for so long, you were finally back in Korea. Usually it'd be you coming to them as it was easier for one person to travel than seven but you remember the winter that the boys came and stayed with you and your family back home for three weeks. It was like a dream to have everyone you loved in one house, your brothers got along well with the boys and it was like you'd all known each other for years.

Last night was a good night, you'd all stayed up until three in the morning before they all realized you must be jetlagged and exhausted. None of them wanted to leave you though, so they all just decided to sleep in the living room, sprawled across the couches. At some point they moved the coffee table in the middle to make way for a mattress and that was where you were now. 

Jin's arm tightened around you, his head coming to press into your shoulder as you laid on your back. You glanced away from the huge window in Taehyungs living room. It was rainy in the city today, the building surrounding his complex coming out blurry due to the rain on the windows. You could hear Yoongi in the kitchen rummaging around, probably making breakfast. You raised your hands to rub the sleep out of your eyes as Jin hummed into your ear. 

“I'm free til one, do you feel like going out today?” He asked, his voice rough from sleep. You had the urge to turn into his arms, but you couldn't from the way Jimin was lounging on your stomach, on his phone doing God knows what. 

“No, not really. Maybe we could go for a walk later? A walk?” You asked, looking up at him. Your Korean was broken and not grammatically correct but he understood what you meant. Usually he'd correct you, but he was still waking up, his eyes half lidded. 

“A walk?” He raised an unamused brow, his eyes glancing over to the window. A small huff of amusement left you, a smile spreading on your face, causing him to smile at the sight of it. 

“It could be fun. I feel like hot milk tea today.” You proposed, turning back to the window on your left. The weather called for something warm and comforting. He hummed in thought and nothing else was said. You knew he'd agree anyways. 

You could hear Taehyung sighing behind you, just waking up. He had opted to sleep up on the couch since there wasn't any space next to you. You tapped jimins forehead to signal that you were about to get up and left to get ready for the day. By the time you'd come back from your shower, hair slightly damp and dressed in warm clothes, everyone was up, probably also getting ready for the day. You knew Taehyung had an early day so he would probably be gone already, the same with Jungkook and namjoon. Your thoughts were confirmed when you checked your phone to see a few messages in your groupchat.

You went to the kitchen to say a quick good morning to Yoongi before going back to the living room, sitting on the mattress that was still on the floor and turning on Taehyungs Xbox that was more yours than his since he played most of his games on his PC. You'd let hobi rest until breakfast was ready.

After around fifteen minutes of playing games, waking Hobi by pinching his sides and hearing him giggle and a small breakfast you were content. The day was good so far, you didn't feel off as you usually did in the mornings. You remembered namjoon mentioning a book he has bought you, skimming through it and deciding you'd find it interesting. You found where he put it, his overnight bag and decided to read it while Jin got ready for your walk. You settled on the couch, alone for the second time in the day and opened up the book. 

It had a very subtle cover. No title or anything. The title page had one thing written by hand. The book looked old but it was clearly taken care of well. The date said… 1832?? How on earth was this book still in such good condition. Honestly, it felt like it was a few decades old at most. Should you be wearing gloves while you handle this? Where did namjoon even find this? He claimed he bought it directly from the family it was owned by, apparently it had been passed down for generations and no one bothered to read it, simply storing it with a bunch of other old stuff. Maybe you should ask where he got it from, they could have more! You thought, perking up at the idea. 

Namjoon knew you had a love for anything old, anything from a time you couldn't remember or imagine, you loved it. You couldn't help your curiosity as the book had no title, no author or even a table of contents. You flipped to the first page reading through the contents. It seemed to be a journal. The journal of a girl named Odette. You could honestly barely understand the writing was all fancy, but it also seemed to be written in a rush and English seemed to be spoken quite different back then but with a few Google searches every now and then you got a general idea. Everything was going fine, it was moderately interesting even though Odette didn't seem to do much. She spoke of wanting to fly and wondering if life in a more populated town would be better. Of how the humiliation that would be brought to her name and family would be worth it if she could pursue her dream of acting. Her days seemed dreadfully boring, at least she thought so. 

You were a few pages in before something slipped out of the pages further in the book. You paused, grabbing the fallen paper in your lap, gently placing a tissue from the small coffee table next to you in between the pages, acting as a page marker before you set the book aside. You opened up the folded piece of paper. It looks like it was torn from another book, or maybe a larger piece of paper. As you opened up the book, it seemed to be a guide for a different alphabet of some sort. It looked like hieroglyphics. You frowned, sitting up on the couch. 

Just as you were about to start flipping through the book for more context, Jin came back, an umbrella in hand, urging you to put your shoes on so you could head out. You were tempted to stay and go through the book again but Jin looked too soft in his thick jacket and you couldn't resist.

•••

After getting your drinks and a walk around the block the two of you were heading home. You had your pinky linked with jins, his other hand holding an umbrella over the both of you. You tried to keep your hands inconspicuous on the off chance that someone recognized him by his damn jacket or something. 

You thought back to the book waiting for you at home, wondering what it all could mean. It felt like you were a detective, it was fun. In reality, you probably wouldn't find anything interesting, but figuring it out could be entertaining. 

“Do you ever feel trapped?” You asked out of no where, your voice soft. The both of you had slowed down by this point, trying to prolong the time you had together, knowing his manager would be waiting for you when you got home and you wouldn't see him till late. 

“More than I like.” He answered, his voice making something warm settle in your chest. His English had improved so much over the years. He still has trouble with longer sentences but he understood well enough to help you with Korean.

“Why's this?” He asks you, glancing over for a moment before linking your hands properly.

“I don't know, sometimes I feel like… maybe, I've been in a box for too long, and I don't know what's outside of it.” She answered, swinging their hands as they walked. Her hands were cold, they always were but he did a fine job of keeping them warm. 

“What would help you feel differently?” He asked sweetly, squeezing your hand. 

“Nothing, I just… it's just a feeling. It doesn't happen often, just… sometimes.” You flashed him a smile, hoping he'd forget about it. You weren't lying by any means but you couldn't help but wonder how things would be if you didn't have them. You'd probably be miserable, you can imagine yourself wandering around, lost and cold. No one to keep your hands warm. 

“What about you? What would help you feel differently?” She asked, turning to him. A smile grew on his face, shaking his head. 

“It's like you said. It's just a feeling.” He quoted you, giving your hand another squeeze.

•••

It was later on at night that you opened the book again. The boys were around, doing their own respective tasks. You were sat at the kitchen island with your headphones on, Jin and Hoseok washing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen from dinner. You'd tried to help but they would ‘rather die than let you clean in the first week youre here’

It felt wrong not helping them clean but they had said you weren't a guest, that you were family and that if tae, the owner of the damn house wasn't helping then you sure as hell weren't either. 

The boys were most likely going to go back to their own houses after this. You kinda missed when they lived together, how you were all together practically 24/7 when you came to visit but you were sure the boys appreciated their own space. You had decided you'd head home with Jimin tonight and stay there for a few days, the boy claiming he had many things to show you. Lie, he definitely just wanted you there so you could cook for him and not have to worry about six other people, the attention hog. Tae has disagreed heavily at this, insisting that you stay at least a few more days but you knew they still had work every now and then and you didn't want to disrupt their schedule too much, though they were meant to be on vacation. No holidays for superstars I guess.

You had paused a lot of your ventures, letting other people take over in your absence. You had a couple photoshoots and sponsorships to tend to but that was about it. Your vlogs would be half the duration they usually were since you spent a lot of your time with the boys and they obviously couldn't be in them. 

You could hear the rest of the boys sitting in the living room playing games, some of them spectating. The sound of a busy house soothed your soul. You missed your family at times like these. You focused back onto the book in front of you. 

At the end of the book, there were several passages, in fact a quarter of the book was written in this code. You were working on translating it when you suddenly felt a presence looming over where you were sitting, with your head resting on your arm, half laying down. You tensed for a second in surprise before relaxing, peering up to see who it was. 

Namjoon seemed to be focusing on the paper in front of you. “Any progress yet?” He asked idly, looking over everything. You had explained what you'd found over dinner earlier. Namjoon was intrigued to say the least. 

“A little. Getting all of it done would probably take a while but I've got a couple pages, haven't really read it through properly yet, just been writing down.” You ended with a small smile, going back to your writing as namjoon leaned his arms on to counter right next to you, your arms pressing against each other. 

“Writing what?” You heard a voice on your left all of a sudden. Jungkook had placed his hand on your shoulder to lean over and see what you were writing. It seemed the rest of the boys had stopped playing too, all of them grouped up around the counter.

“It's a journal, from the fifteen hundreds. She's decoding the passages at the end of the book, it seems to be written in a code. The guide was in the book too.” Namjoon explains for you. 

“Cool, what does it say?” You heard one of the boys ask, but you couldn't tell who because you were focusing on the fact that… there's no way the edges of the writing in the book are fucking glowing? It must be the trick of the light. You blinked harshly, frowning as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. The very edges of each word had a slight light bluish glow to them. What the fuck?

You cleared your throat as it seemed they were waiting on your answer. You hummed, grabbing a random page you'd translated and read it out. 

“In a dream that doesn't come true, my heart returns home. It flows as water flows, what might be there at the end?” You ended it off as a question. No one acknowledged it, but everyone felt a buzz in their body after you finished. Like a chill going through them. 

“Bit odd, I hope the rest of this isn't just a bunch of nonsense.” You joked, lightening the mood as you looked over at namjoon. He smiled, but he looked slightly uneasy. You were about to call it out before Yoongi announced that it was time to go home and rest and everyone started arguing for an extra hour with you before they left, as if Yoongi had any control over what these grown men did. 

You had gone to jimins house as promised, and let him convince you to share a bed because it would be such a hassle to bring out extra blankets at this time of night, as if you didn't know where they were yourself. Horrid excuse, but you'd never pass up the opportunity to rest your head on his chest, wrapping around him tightly. You knew, wherever he was, you'd be warm.

[m1n-jin]

searching for you, ch. 1

ot7 x reader

genre: time travel, historical, magical elements, minor crossover elements, found family, streamer au, youtuber au, reader insert

word count: 3,495

no chapter warnings (please let me know if I forgot any.)

please remember, the first few chapters are written badly and I'm too lazy to go back and edit. please enjoy

Chapter One

You were content, one could even say happy. You had your career, your family, your friends and your fans. Turning what started out as a hobby into a job that could create generational wealth was hitting the jackpot, and the fact that it was fun too? A dream few could achieve. You didn't really have an official title, you were many things but youtuber would be the main one you'd introduce yourself as. Sure, at first it was slightly embarrassing telling people you made videos screaming at video games and challenge videos on the Internet for everyone to see, but as popularity grew and people started realizing that being a YouTuber made bank, it was more acceptable. You won't forget the scrutiny you went through before people started treating it casually though, that will never skip your mind.

It was a cloudy day, the kind that made you want to stay in bed forever. It was around ten in the morning and you knew only some of the boys would be awake. Your boys. When you met them you had no idea how much they'd change your life. How they'd make it full, even when they're so busy.

You met for the first time a few years ago, just a few months after you announced on a live stream that you'd start to release music, talking so passionately about how you hoped your fans liked it and how you'd wanted to release your songs for so long now. And like it they did. In fact, people loved it so much that three months in of your first single, you'd already amassed tens of millions of streams on Spotify. And by demand, you'd released an album containing twelve songs you'd worked blood, sweat and tears on. It was risky, investing so much money on features of A-list artists, but it wasn't like you didn't have the money and you were just so excited to meet the people you'd looked up to. Unfortunately, you didn't get to meet them all, but you still got their verse which was enough for you.

The investment paid off and you were skyrocketing like no other artist. You had global fame, it was honestly more than you expected. You knew you were somewhat of a household name for young adults and teenagers, and sometimes their parents too, but this was different. Mainstream success. It was euphoric.

This success not only came with a whole new fanbase, it also brought non English speakers to your channel. The day you got an invitation to perform at the Grammys, it was like you were about to faint, though you'd never admit it. It was this invitation that may have changed the course of your entire life.

•••

A picture perfect idol. That's how articles described Jungkook, though he had many thoughts on this that he'd never say out loud. Jungkook, as many other boys his age, had normal interests. Being the youngest, he was different from his hyungs, although he and Taehyung weren't that far off in age. They all liked similar video games, similar foods.. There was one thing though, that only he knew about. He couldn't remember exactly how he'd stumbled across you. Maybe he'd found one of your videos on his recommended on YouTube, maybe he saw one of your tweets about a clip of you and translated it out of curiosity, he couldn't exactly remember, it being so long ago. One thing he did know was that you were hilarious. At least thats was the subtitles showed. They really needed to make better Korean to English subtitles, I mean seriously, with so far technology had progressed, they couldn't spend a little time on this one thing?

It was like that until a few years in of him watching you, (by this time, he could honestly understand your English pretty damn well without subtitles, although this skill didn't apply to his Netflix movies), a video popped up on his recommended. There was a picture from your newest weekly vlog as the thumbnail and the title of the video was in Korean. It wasn't posted to you account, it was from a newer channel. A channel dedicated to adding accurate Korean subtitles to your videos. God must be happy with me lately, he thought to himself. And it wasn't just your vlogs, he learned. Every new video you published, around 4-6 hours later, another would be posted on this account with Korean subtitles. He was ecstatic at first, thoroughly enjoying how he could properly understand you and every little joke you made. You were funnier than before, and he was getting to the point where he didn't even need the subtitles to know what you were saying. If he worked on his pronunciation, he could be better than namjoon-hyung.

But when he saw the video views, a part of him paused. Since when did you get so popular in Korea? He wondered. It was like a flip switched and he was suddenly suspicious and slightly … protective? In a totally not weird way! It was just that, by this point, he had been watching you for years! A whole, wonderful three years of watching your videos before bed, giggling at your raging at Minecraft and performing punishments from the newest challenge you'd attempted against your brother. He'd been watching you since he was 17! You practically grew up together and basically no one in his class or even outside his age group knew you. They didn't give you the time of day, which is fair since they didn't understand a word you were saying but still! How were you suddenly popular to… 7.2k people that speak Korean and their main language? And the comments! “Wow, she's funny, I hope you translate her older videos.” And, “I wish I found her sooner! I'm gonna binge watch everything now haha.”

Maybe it was irrational, but as an OG fan, and he means a real og, (when your merch dropped for the first time and you spoke about how you loved designing clothes, he bought it without a second thought), it felt like all these strangers were finding a secret hideout that he thought only he knew about. Rationally, he probably wasn't the only Korean watching your videos, but so many? But you were growing fast recently, really fast. It was honestly insane, he wished his music grew as fast as your subscriber count.

And so, a few years after you announced you'd be releasing an actual clothing brand, not just merch, original designs from you, some even made by hand by you, he had obviously bought a few designs, and it wasn't just because he loved—liked!—your content, but the sleek style of the jewelry you made, and the handmade embroidered hoodie that you only had one of, they looked good, insanely good. At this point, if you told him you could fly a plane, he'd probably believe you. So when one day, army had caught the corner of said embroidered hoodie crumpled on the floor in the corner of his lives, he wasn't exactly embarrassed when people started speculating. He wasn't embarrassed, maybe a bit caught off guard but it wasn't exactly a bad thing, right? Maybe this could be his chance. His chance for what? He doesn't even know, a chance to get noticed? I mean, he could probably just dm you on Instagram, their influence overseas has grown a massive amount over this past year. It's not too big of a longshot.

Long story short, you did notice. But it didn't lead anywhere, to his disappointment. You knew next to nothing about kpop. He did get notice though, he'll never forget when you said his name on a Livestream, he physically jolted in the car when he watched it, his hyungs looking at him concerned, asking him what happened. But he couldn't respond because of the grin splitting at his lips. He was damn near kicking his feet. Until you said your next words.

“Jungkook is a fan of you.” You read from your chat as you scroll through your twitter, looking for videos submitted by followers for you to see. By this point, you were already settled in your career, having graduated University a year ago and focusing fully on your YouTube and other side ventures. “Who's that?” You wondered, huffing a breath of amusement as you clicked another video, it being a random tiktok you passively commented on. It was nearing eleven o'clock and you had been up since eight in the morning. You had been live for a good two hours already. Jungkook was glad you were still live after he finished practicing, he was able to catch the end of your live in the car on the way back to the dorms.

You glanced back to your chat, your eyes widening slightly as it seems to have sped up significantly. The most you could catch was that name from earlier, Jungkook. “BTS?” You asked, frowning slightly. You thought for a moment before it clicked. “The kpop BTS?” You confirmed after you realised they weren't talking about behind the scenes. You read through the chat again while refreshing your twitter, your chat really seemed to love this guy, other than the occasional, ew, kpop cringe comment.

You clicked play on the first video that came up. It seemed like a clip from a Livestream, an Asian guy with light brown hair on your screen. The caption of the tweet was, “look in the mid lower corner.” You did as the tweet said, not paying the man talking in a foreign language you assumed was Korean any kind as you zeroed in on…

“Oh my God?” You laughed in disbelief. “Dude, that thing is so old, what the hell. Who is this dude? Why does he have it?” You questioned, looking back at the chat for answers. People seemed to believe he was a fan. That hoodie, not your best work but it was made around two years ago. You looked over to his face, studying him for a moment in genuine surprise. You knew basically nothing about kpop, very little about BTS other than the names of a few of their members floating around and the fact that their fans were crazy.

Jungkook was one you heard a lot, along with Jimin. The rest you had no clue about. You couldn't help but take the chance to mess around a little. May as well get a clip in this. You thought. You hoped this wouldn't backfire, you can assume you'll be getting a lot of shit from the kpop community if what you've heard about BTS fans is true.

“Guys, why he kinda fine tho.” You grinned, dragging the last word out. “Like damn.” You added emphasis. You let out a small chuckle and that was it. You moved on and didn't mention it again. Jungkook was thankful that it was dark in the car, he could feel his cheeks burning. How can you just say that so casually? It was doing things to him. He heard Taehyung, who was sitting next to him in the very back of the fan ask what he was watching, asking if they could share earbuds and he agreed just to get him to stop poking him. He'd get bored eventually anyways.

Taehyung had not gotten bored or forgotten about you. In fact, he asked who you were and seemed intrigued. A few months had passed and nothing special had happened in regards to his interactions with you, if that's what you could call them. Except that Taehyung and Jimin had somehow found the account that subbed your videos and also decided they liked you enough to watch you often. Not as much as him though, but hes caught them watching you a lot more than he's thought.

Of course he wasn't jealous per se, he had no reason to be, maybe a little at first but he's made his peace with it. Taehyung particularly liked your weekly vlogs and Jimin enjoyed your challenge videos. He even heard Yoongi listening to one of your songs the other day, though be doubted Yoongi knew who you were.

Going to the Grammys were a dream to him, but one thing that had kept him up at night in nerves was the fact that you'd be performing. How was he meant to keep his cool? He was excited of course, he could barely keep still when he thought about it.

And the performance was amazing. He wasn't even being biased when he said that, the cheers during spoke for themselves, but that wasn't the best part of the night. It was later on, after the award ceremony in an after party held by the event. You were walking past with your vlog camera in hand looking positively unreal. Small, light pink, backless dress, hair in a classy updo and your lips was painted a light pink, all plump and pretty as you looked in front of you, talking to the camera. He couldn't hold himself back.

“____!” He called your name, his face lighting up. His stomach was twisting in nerves and excitement and he could feel the looks from his hyungs. You stopped in your place and gave him a polite smile, stepping towards him and giving him a look that implored him to continue speaking, and suddenly he remembered all the times you were described as insanely shy in real life and how you'd talked about having severe social anxiety before.

He stepped forward to separate from the small group his members had made and he was tense in excitement, trying to hold back a grin as he looked to you. “Oh my God!” He breathed, failing to stop looking like he won the lottery. He heard you let out a ‘Hi!’ but all he could focus on was the amused smile that was spreading on your face.

“I—i watched your video so much. Oh my God,” he tells you, wracking his brain for every English word he knew. You were surprised when a man, an extremely handsome man, called out to you by name. You definitely hadn't met him before, at least you thought so. When he spoke, you knew for sure. He seemed so familiar, but it was clear by his words he was a fan, and that made you delighted, the shyness seeping away.

“You—you’re so… so good. So funny” He settled for, nodding with a charming smile. You were taken back, he had a cute accent that was making you face redden under your foundation, though you couldn't tell where it was from.

“Thank you! Oh my god, do you wanna say hi to the vlog?” You asked, raising the camera so that it has both of you in frame and he immediately stepped forward, bending down so he can be in the shot. He turned to you to speak again, this time you were standing closer before.

“I want, one day, a video with you.” He told you, trying his best with his English though he didn't sound too troubled with it.

“You wanna be in one of my videos?” You confirmed, looking at him as he nodded. “What's your name?” You asked.

“My name is Jungkook.” He answered easily.

“What do you do, Jungkook?” You asked curiously.

“Do you know BTS?” He asked and suddenly it all clicked. You let out a surprised ‘ohhhh!’ as you remembered the clips you had seen ages ago. “Jungkook!” You had exclaimed in understanding. He grinned as he seemed to catch onto you remembering.

“Omg you guys,” you had laughed talking to the vlog, stepping back so you could aim the camera solely at him. He had a hand covering his grin. “Okay, jungmook,” you'd immediately caught his attention. Something about you saying his name had him feeling a certain way.

“I've been watching you since I was 17.” He informed you with a smile.

“17? How old are you now?” You asked, your tone surprised.

He has answered that he was 20 and you were surprised, almost happy he was around your age. He had caught you off guard with his words so you tried to back track to what you were gonna say.

“Jungkook, what do you say about taking my camera for the rest of the night? And you can vlog whatever you like.* You offered, the idea coming to you. You had turned the camera back so you were both in frame once more but you were looking at him. Usually you'd never do this with fans but obviously, Jungkook being who he was, he wasn't just a fan.

You explained a little further that you'd take the camera back by the end of the night and that you'd vlog yourself on your phone and he was all for it. He happily took your camera as you passed it to him, and promised you'd find him to take it back in a few hours and with that, you both split your separate ways.

It blew up, because of course it did. This was a crossover that no one had expected and people were eating it up. The exclusive bangtan content that was only on your page, and mixed in with your shenanigans at the after party with so many other influential people, it was bound to be the most popular video you've made so far.

Your first interaction with the boy snowballed into actually getting to know each other, eventually doing another video that was actually planned with him and a long with getting to know him, you also met his members one by one. By the time you had blinked, you were all closer that you could ever imagine, obviously this was kept a secret from the general public, other than the 2 colabs you did with Jungkook and a song with the whole group, no one knew you were at their dorm when you were in Korea for work, lazing on their couch after a long day of meetings and planning for your next clothing drop.

No one knew how Tae would flop himself onto your back and lay there, him being one of the most touchy members. How well you and namjoon got along, how you'd make him dissolve into a puddle with your bold teasing. He was the only one who spoke fluent English, the only one who'd understand the innuendos and references you made (not all references though, he was a bit of an old man when it came to internet references, that's when Hobi and Jungkook came in.)

It was dramatic but meeting them was probably the best thing you'd ever done. They were all so caring and gentle towards you. You wouldn't have made it without yoongis steady hand keeping you up, his contractive criticism and unending support. Jins laugh and the way you'd shared so much in common, videogames, TV shows, even your shyness was shared together. (He was a little old when it came to videogames though, you'd had to introduce him to the good ones.)

And Jimin, he was so, so smart. So smart and soft spoken and loud when he was riled up. He was so quick with comebacks and the most helpful (other than namjoon, of course) when it came to learning Korean. You didn't take any official courses but you did catch onto a lot from the boys, you could almost make a sentence by yourself!

And before you knew it, years passed, and distance didn't mean anything when it came to you guys. You never got tired of talking to them, you always perked up when you saw their messages. You were all so busy, but they never failed to ask you what you were doing and tell you stories about their day, to which you would respond with your own. And there were seven of them, so there was pretty much always at least one available throughout the week. Tae video called you at least twice a week, no matter how short the calls. He begged you to visit them in almost every one. Jin made sure to let you know how tired he was during practice or between shoots. Jimin always sent the link to their newest run BTS episode. Yoongi sent you spoilers from songs with very little begging. Namjoon made sure to check up on you and make sure you were okay. You and Jungkook played a round of pubg or 8ball over text every day, no words exchanged, just a text saying it was his turn.

You'd never thought you could have friends like this, you almost believe it wasn't real, that it was just a thing in books and TV shows. And before you knew it, years had passed and you were still closer than ever, if not more. You had built something different together, something more.

NOTES:

please let me know your thoughts! I hope you enjoy. as I've said, the crossover does not require you to watch the show at all and it comes way further in of the story, I have no idea if I'm gonna continue this but eh. a little context, jk started watching his when he was 17, 2 years after bts debuted. you started YouTube around the same time they debuted. so far, this chapter is set in 2018, so hes been watching you for 2-3 years by now. readers age is not specified but I imagine her around jks age, maybe a year younger. This chapter is really just establishing their relationships before the main plot. They're just friends for now, this may change in the future depending on how I feel or how the readers feel. They're cute as besties tho. Im gonna try and update a few times a week until we reach to her main plot, i do have a general direction in where in going with this but it may change if I find something better.

[m1n-jin]

introducing: searching for you,

ot7 x reader

genre: time travel, historical, magical elements, minor crossover elements, found family, streamer au, youtuber au, reader insert

peaky blinders crossover (do not have to watch peaky blinders to understand! can be considered as original characters.)

after a years of friendship with 7 men adored you, how do you endure being separated from them completely after they changed your entire view on friendship, love and relationships? one magical book later, you and the seven of them must navigate how to function in a society completely different from your time while simultaneously fighting to find each other once more, and maybe meeting others on the way, whether they be kind or completely batshit crazy.

in which, I don't know how to write summaries and bts + you (their beloved... something) are transported to the roaring 1920s and split up, forced to fight tooth and nail to find each other again.

*NOT CROSSOVER CENTRIC, you don't have to have watched peaky blinders to read!

cross-posted from ao3.

warnings: minor angst, minor descriptions of violence, cultural inaccuracies, historical inaccuracies, self indulgent and poorly written in the first three chapters, more in future chapters+

status: ongoing,

14/? chapters,

overall 25,777 words.

a/n: this is my first fic, I warn that I am in no way a professional writer, I do this for fun and I hope you can have fun with me too :)

no schedule for posting yet but in the next month there will be more chapters.

all published chapters are already on my ao3 :)

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