#bts 8th member

[illuminatinglumina]

I need the kpop!added member writers to COME BACK. Don’t let it all end. Give me your OC’s, reader fics, whatever. I just want to stay in that era and never leave…

[smokebombsandspotlights]

please aaany fic that the reader is bts 8th member + f1 driver

🎤🏎️ “THE GIRL WHO DIDN’T CARE”

pairing: BTS x platonic!8th member!Driver!reader x F1 grid genre: found family, comfort, defiance, self-worth, fame pressure, chaotic humor, BTS x F1 crossover warnings: mentions of media criticism / public hate (no violence), lots of supportive chaos, language summary: When the world decided to doubt her, Y/N didn’t fight back — she just performed. And with one song, one stage, and seven brothers behind her, she reminded everyone exactly who she was.

🌍 The World Turns Ugly

It started small — whispers in interviews, snide comments on social media.

“She only got that F1 seat because of her fame.” “She’s not serious about racing — she’s an idol first.” “She’s too soft for this sport.”

Then came the think pieces. Clips from her rookie mistakes, slowed down and dissected. Reporters who smiled to her face, then wrote paragraphs about “the decline of professionalism in F1.”

You didn’t react. Not once.

Which, of course, made them angrier.

🗞️ The Media

They tried baiting you every race weekend.

“Y/N, how do you respond to the criticism that you’re more performer than driver?” “Do you think BTS fame distracts from your racing career?” “Some say you’re taking up a seat more deserving of a ‘real racer’—care to comment?”

Your replies were polite, short, and devastatingly boring.

“I just focus on driving.” “I’m grateful for my team.” “Next question?”

🏎️ The Grid Fights Back

You didn’t need to speak. The drivers did for you.

Lewis on Sky Sports:

“She’s training harder than half the grid. I’ve seen her telemetry. She’s the real deal.”

George to a journalist:

“If she was a man, no one would question her focus.”

Charles:

“If you don’t respect her, that says more about you than her.”

Carlos:

“She’s been consistent all season. Consistency doesn’t come from marketing.”

Lando, during a Twitch stream:

“People act like she sings in the car mid-race. Bro, she’s literally out-qualifying veterans. Calm down.”

Max:

“Let her drive. She’s not here for your approval.”

Daniel:

“If she ever wants to give them an F-you, I’ll print the T-shirt.”

The fandoms went feral. #WeStandWithYN trended worldwide. ARMYs and F1 fans joined forces for once — and that never happens.

But you? Still silent.

💬 [BTS GC: “protect the child”]

Jin: i swear if i read one more nasty article i’m calling dispatch myself Yoongi: let them talk. she’s working. Namjoon: agreed. her results speak louder. Hobi: she’s fine, but i hate how cruel people get. Tae: should we post something supportive? Jimin: maybe just emojis. Jungkook: she’s pretending not to care but she’s definitely heard it. Y/N: i can see this chat, geniuses. All: … Y/N: don’t worry about it. i’m fine. really. Yoongi: you’re planning something aren’t you Y/N: maybe :)

🎤 “IDOL” Announcement

When HYBE dropped the teaser, the internet combusted.

“BTS — IDOL (2025 Reimagined)” Performance debut: Seoul Grand Prix weekend.

The same week F1 came to Korea. The same week the criticism was at its peak. Coincidence? Yeah, sure.

🧃 BTS PRESS CONFERENCE

Reporter: “The new version of IDOL—does it have a message?” Namjoon: smiling softly “It always has.” Taehyung: “It’s about pride. Confidence. Being yourself no matter who doubts you.” Yoongi: “It’s not a response. It’s a reminder.”

The cameras flash. The headlines spin. You don’t say a word.

🏁 SEOUL GRAND PRIX WEEKEND

You arrive in your black Mercedes race suit, BTS logo stitched on the collar. Fans scream your name. Reporters hover like flies, desperate for comment.

You give them the same small smile as always. Then disappear into the paddock with your earbuds in.

🎤 The Performance: “IDOL (2025 Version)”

The lights go out. Drums roll. And the stage explodes with color.

BTS appears in bright hanboks, the beat heavy and defiant. The crowd screams.

And then — You step out.

Wearing your racing gloves, mic in hand, grinning like a storm.

Jungkook hits the first verse. Taehyung spins. Hobi jumps. The crowd’s wild — but it’s when you join the chorus that the internet dies.

“You can’t stop me lovin’ myself!”

You shout it like a challenge. Like a battle cry. Like the response you refused to give to reporters for months.

The camera zooms in as you rap Yoongi’s verse beside him, eyes sharp, tone playful:

“They point fingers, I could care less — my world, my rules, my success.”

The crowd goes feral. ARMYs crying. F1 fans screaming. Toto Wolff somewhere in the crowd, clapping slowly with a look that says “I told you she was unstoppable.”

And when the final chorus drops — all eight of you jump, lights flashing, hands raised, shouting together:

“You can’t stop me lovin’ myself!”

🕶️ AFTERMATH: THE INTERNET MELTDOWN

ARMY Twitter:

“She didn’t clap back. She performed back.” “That’s how you clear a rumor — with choreography.”

F1 Twitter:

“She basically told the entire paddock she doesn’t care and then qualified P2.” “The line between idol and driver doesn’t exist anymore. She’s both.”

Reporters:

“Perhaps we misjudged Y/N’s focus.” “Her statement through art was louder than any interview.”

💬 [F1 GC, after the performance]

Lando: i got goosebumps Charles: i teared up ngl Carlos: her confidence is scary. in a good way. Lewis: that’s how you handle hate. elegance. George: she didn’t even say a word. queen behavior. Max: i would’ve yelled back. she just… danced?? Daniel: and won the weekend. Oscar: legend behavior. Alex: we’re getting BTS merch now right Pierre: already ordered

💬 [BTS GC AFTER STAGE]

Jin: did you see the crowd?? Yoongi: she killed it. Hobi: SHE’S OUR STAR!!! Namjoon: that was everything we wanted it to be. Jimin: she didn’t just sing it. she lived it. Tae: our little sister just told off the world with one lyric. Jungkook: i’m stealing her gloves. Y/N: i told you i didn’t care :)

🏎️ POST-RACE INTERVIEW

Reporter: “Y/N, IDOL seemed like a bold statement. Was it a message to critics?”

You laugh. “No. It was just fun. I like that song.” You wink at the camera. “Besides, I don’t need to explain who I am. I already know.”

🌟 ENDING SCENE

BTS and the Mercedes team wait at parc fermé. You park the car, step out, helmet off — smiling, hair damp, pride blazing.

Jungkook’s first to hug you. Taehyung lifts your arm like you just won a world title. Yoongi pats your shoulder, muttering, “That’s our maknae.”

The crowd chants your name. Every headline screams your quote.

“I don’t need to explain who I am. I already know.”

End.

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BTS Answer the Web's Most Searched Questions

OT7 x Areum

AN/ When I watched the new video, all I could think was how much fun it would be if they did this with Areum, and here we are!

The camera turned on, lights soft but bright enough to catch every expression. All eight of them were sitting side by side, relaxed…

“Alright,” Areum smiled.

When it was her turn, she was holding a large cardboard card with the questions written on it.

She glanced at the screen and removed the tape covering the question.

“Where does Areum live?”

All eyes immediately turned to her. Areum blinked, then shrugged casually. “Los Angeles.”

---

“How old is Areum?”

“Twenty-seven.” Jin immediately clutched his chest. “My baby... Time flies…”

“You act like I’m 50,” she said.

“You have the soul of a 50-year-old,” Taehyung added.

“Especially when she complains,” Jimin laughed.

“I don’t complain,” Areum shot back.

“You complained this morning,” Jungkook said.

“…That doesn’t count.”

---

“How many albums does Areum have?”

“Three,” Areum answered quickly.

“She produced all of them,” Yoongi added, nodding slightly.

Hoseok leaned forward. “And they’re actually really good. Like… really good. a Rockstar!”

Areum turned a little bit red. “Wow. High praise. Don't make me shy.”

---

“Does Areum have a boyfriend?”

There was a small pause.

Jimin made a soft “oooh” sound.

Taehyung covered his mouth, already smiling.

Areum rolled her eyes. “No.”

“Just ‘no’?” Jin asked. “That’s it?”

She glanced at him. “That’s it.”

---

“Will Areum join the BTS world tour?”

Namjoon looked at her this time instead of answering. Areum tilted her head slightly. “I'm working on it.”

“That means yes,” Hoseok said immediately.

“That means yes,” she shot back.

“It means yes,” Taehyung repeated, grinning.

She laughed. "There is no way I'm missing this."

---

“Last one… If you had to describe Areum in one word?” The room quieted slightly.

“Hm,” Namjoon hummed.

Yoongi spoke first. “Honest.”

“Hilarious,” Jin said.

“Warm,” Jimin added softly.

“Stubborn,” Taehyung smirked.

“Passionate,” Hoseok said.

Jungkook looked at her. “…Home.”

There was a brief silence.Areum blinked, caught off guard for just a second. Then she looked away, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Alright,” she muttered. “That’s enough questions.”

The members laughed again as the camera slowly faded out.

[koyagifs]

come over

pairing: bts x reader au: 8th member | idol | poly genre: angst with comfort word count: 1k synopsis: i'm lost, can i come over ? warning(s): lots of crying

Just as "IDOL" came to an end, you and the boys were already rushing backstage. The transition was chaos in the way it always was—stylists darting around, hands everywhere as they worked at impossible speeds to get everyone changed before the next stage. At this point, it was second nature. Strip off one outfit, pull on another, grab your mic, and run.

"Alright, you're up! Mics, mics!"

You barely had time to thank the staff member before your earpiece was being secured. As you adjusted it, a strange clicking sound crackled through your monitor. Your brows furrowed.

At the entrance to the stage, the boys were already gathering into position. Beyond the curtain, you could hear the deafening roar of the crowd chanting your names. The clicking grew louder.

"Wait—I don't think—" Before you could finish, a staff member gently but firmly pushed you forward. You stumbled, colliding into Taehyung's chest.

"Whoa." His hands immediately caught your arms, steadying you before you could fall. Following the others onto the stage, you tried to ignore the strange noise in your earpiece. The opening music began to filter through the arena speakers, but the clicking was still there, louder than the instrumental.

Then a voice came through.

Jungkook's.

The moment you heard him, your breath caught. The tears started stinging before you could stop them. Someone's hand slipped into yours. Warm, steady and grounding.

You squeezed instinctively, trying to hold yourself together as emotion threatened to overwhelm you. Your trembling gaze lifted just as Jimin turned toward you, beginning his verse. His expression softened the second he noticed the tears gathering in your eyes.

The hand holding yours slowly slid away. A second later, an arm wrapped securely around your waist instead. You didn't even have to look to know who it was.

Hoseok.

"You..." Your voice cracked.

He simply smiled. That bright, reassuring smile that always managed to make everything feel okay. Without a word, he gently spun you around. And suddenly, Namjoon was walking toward you. The crowd erupted.

"Knock, knock, knocking on your door," he rapped, eyes never leaving yours.

Your heart stopped. Because you knew this song. You remembered every word. Every lyric. You remembered sitting alone in your house while the hate grew louder and louder after they left. Remembered pouring every ache, every lonely night, every desperate hope into the pages of your notebook until it became a song.

A song for them. To say sorry for not being there. You knew BTS had recorded it, knew it existed. But no one had told you it was on the setlist. No one had told you they were going to perform it tonight.

Your hand flew to your mouth as the realization hit. This wasn't just another stage. This was for you. And judging by the fond smiles on the boys' faces as they continued singing, they had planned every second of it.

By now, you were full-on sobbing. Not the quiet tears you could brush away and pretend weren't there. No, your shoulders shook with every breath, tears streaming endlessly down your face as the final notes echoed throughout the stadium.

The moment the song ended, Seokjin was the first to pull you into his arms. "Ah, our baby..." he laughed softly, though his own eyes looked suspiciously glossy.

Before you could even respond, Taehyung wrapped himself around both of you from behind, squeezing tightly. The gesture only made you cry harder.

"Hyung, she's crying everywhere," Jungkook teased through his own grin.

"Shut up," Jimin immediately shot back, wiping at his eyes. "You're crying too."

"I am not."

"You literally are."

Around you, the members dissolved into laughter as you were being passed around like a human teddy bear. One hug turned into two. Two turned into seven. Before long, every member had crowded around you, arms draped over your shoulders, around your waist, over your head, wherever they could fit.

You didn't even try fighting it. You just buried your face in Namjoon's shoulder and cried. The crowd's collective "awww" echoed through the stadium. Eventually, the members loosened their hold enough for you to breathe. Still sniffling, you shuffled toward the edge of the stage. A staff member was already waiting. The second they handed over a pack of tissues, you grabbed them with both hands.

A few fans screamed affectionately.

"Take your time, Yn!"

"We love you!"

You laughed through another sob. Behind you, Namjoon stepped forward, microphone in hand. The stadium gradually quieted.

"So," he began, glancing over at you with a smile that immediately made your eyes sting again, "this song is called Come Over."

The crowd cheered.

"And it was written by our beloved Yn." The reaction was instantaneous. The screams that followed nearly drowned him out. Your face immediately disappeared behind a tissue.

"No!" you cried.

The members burst out laughing. "Yes!" Taehyung shouted.

"Expose her!"

"Tell them!"

"Hyungs!" you whined.

Namjoon chuckled before continuing. "We wanted to surprise both all of you..." he gestured toward the audience, "...and Yn."

The cheers softened into curious anticipation.

"Because tonight is actually very special for us."

The members slowly gathered around him. Some draped their arms over each other's shoulders. Others stood shoulder-to-shoulder. You looked around as you were squished between Jungkook and Taehyung. You can see a family, a team, a home. your home.

Namjoon's voice softened. "This is the first time all eight of us have been on stage together."

The stadium exploded. You immediately covered your face again. Because hearing it out loud somehow made it feel even more real. For so long, there had always been an empty space.

as the crowd continued screaming, you looked around at them. Seokjin wiping his eyes when he thought no one was looking. Yoongi pretending he wasn't emotional. Hoseok's impossibly bright smile. Namjoon standing proudly. Jimin reaching over to squeeze your shoulder. Taehyung practically hanging off Jungkook, who was grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.

all eight of you home, together finally. And somehow, despite already crying for the last ten minutes, fresh tears immediately started falling all over again.

"Ah, there she goes," Yoongi sighed.

The members groaned playfully as the crowd laughed. And seven microphones instantly pointed in your direction.

"Yn, say something." The betrayal was immediate as you tried to huff out a response.

" army, did you miss us?"

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Duet

Jungkook x f!8th member!reader

The group have been working on their comeback for a few months now, recording all the songs and coming up with choreography. With Map of the Soul: 7 having some solo tracks and the '95 line having a duet, the couple considered putting their own song, only after talking to the others about it.

Jungkook and Y/N began dating about two years ago and kept it secret from the public to avoid all the hate that would probably be received. But when working on their song together, they started to reconsider and suggested having it on the album.

"Are we sure we should do this?" Y/N questions, staring down at the sheet full of lyrics. "What if it goes horribly?"

"We could make a pros and cons list." Jungkook suggests with a small shrug.

"Everyone hates us." Y/N immediately points out.

"No one will hate us. Not true ARMY, anyway." Jungkook says, rubbing her hip. "Plus, we probably won't be able to hide forever."

"We could try." Y/N counters.

"Are there any other cons?" Jungkook wonders.

"I don't know." Y/N answers. "But I'm scared. Because if nobody likes us, it could hurt the comeback... it could hurt the whole group. And the comments will be full of hatred, and while there will be some directed to both of us, the hate is always directed more towards the girl in the situation. They'll call me names and say cruel things. I know it."

"Plus, even with not knowing we're together, there are still people who hate the idea of us being together." She continues.

Jungkook's chest tightens at the worry shining in her eyes, his hands coming up to cradle her cheeks.

"I won't let you believe any harsh words they say." Jungkook promises. "They don't know us as well as they think we do, jagiya. And if anything goes too far, the company will do something. I'll protect you from the bullies. They're just insecure people with nothing better to do than to bring someone who doesn't deserve it down."

"What, are you gonna ban every account that leaves a mean comment?" Y/N questions, only half joking.

"If I have to." Jungkook nods.

"Good luck." She lets out a weak scoff.

"Look, we don't have to release the song if you don't want to. As much as we both love it, I understand your fear. I especially don't want you to get hurt just for living your life like we've all been through so many times. I know some jerks will treat you like a criminal just for being in a relationship, which isn't fair. But if you do want to release it, I'll protect you from their words the best I can."

"What do you wanna do?" Y/N questions.

"Whatever you want to do." Jungkook answers making a small smile cross her face. "Whatever makes you comfortable, jagi."

"I love you." Y/N quietly tells him, his lips pulling up into his adorable bunny smile.

"I love you, too." He whispers, pulling her into a kiss.

And when they released the song, while there were definitely negative opinions, most of the fans -- the real ones who actually care for the group -- left positive comments.

I KNEW THEY WERE TOGETHER!!!!

their vocals are so good together

this is going down as the greatest love song 🥹🥹

they're so in love

hearing the adoration in their voices, i love this so much

JUNGKOOK AND Y/N FOREVER

[angel-26s-blog]

Ot7 x 8th member reader.

Summary : they learn the truth behind your distant behavior

Tw: mentions of rape and sexual assault.

No one really understood what it took to be the 8th member of bangtan. It wasn't all sparkles and rainbows people painted it to be, not some dream you wanted to live... It was hard.

No one really understood why you was picked. What did you bring to the table that the seven of them already didn't have?. You weren't the visual or main rapper or the lead vocalist.

You was good...yes

Exceptionally talented, you worked hard in your trainee days to always be on top of your peers. You needed this dream to come true one way or the other— leaving wasn't an option.

So when bang pd offered you a shot at it.. You took it and ran... And now you wonder—if you knew it all then, would you have still agreed?

Fans didn't really like you , especially the toxic ones. They felt like you were a liability —a distraction to the group. They painted you out to be this spoilt bratty princess who didn't have to work a day in her life. But fuck.

You have been working harder than most. You danced until your feet was bloody and bruised, creating choreography for the group. You couldn't sleep at night, mind filled with the responsibility of creating lyrics that will hit home to the fans. It was like every single day you had to prove why you was the only female member in a male centered group.

Until eventually, you started burning out.

You remember when you joined them. Same age as jungkook. You didn't have much to your name, not even your parents support. You took a gamble on pursuing music and they didn't think it was worth their time or energy... But you understood them. You wasn't born into a Rich family. Money was always tight, especially when your father was the only breadwinner feeding a family of 5.

You had to grow up faster than most. Work where you could, make a living to help support your dream so you could go back home and finally free your parents from the shackles of poverty. Pay of their debts, buy them clean clothes to use everyday.... You needed to be the one to help them escape this life.

Fans didn't see you as an equal. No one really did. The only people who understood how much you meant to the team was bangtan itself. They knew you're the reason behind their choreography, you provided emotional depth to lyrics when you could , you took care of them like you saw them as your siblings... But they also saw how you shouldered most of the hate...

You didn't even complain, not once, not even in a jokingly way. You just showed up when you needed to and left when you didn't want to be a burden anymore.

It's like you knew you stepped into a life that wasn't really yours to begin with, the seven of them were a team before you, they just had to readjust themselves once you came in the picture..

And maybe that thought stuck with you more than you admitted.

You wondered if they secretly hated you. You wish they would tell you if they did, because you consider them your family. Your new source of hope.

They had the same hunger as you to make something of themselves and you thought... You thought that would be enough. Did they think you wanted to sabotage them? That you waltzed into this company with evil intentions... Is that why yoongi looked at you like he hated you when bang pd made that announcement.

Did they know you were told you'd be joining a girl group? Did they know you had no other option? Did they know you didn't want to be a weight in their careers?

Did they think you wanted the hate, the threats, the male attention on you at all times... Fuck... Did they think you willingly wanted to see manager's in their hotel rooms as soon as midnight struck....

All of these thoughts plague your mind, running wild as you listen to taehyung argue with you. Something about sound check and you wasn't doing it right. You don't blame him, he's going through it alot these past few days, he just needs to release his anger on something... and that something was you..

'y/n, are you listening to me? See —this is the fucking problem, you just accept whatever shit comes your way. You don't even respond to it like it pisses me off watching you be this way and I'm done pretending like it doesn't affect any of us. Everyone hear feels the exact same way. When the fuck did you start being this way, huh.. Tell me '.

You stare up at him... What else were you gonna do... Talk to him? Tell him what exactly? You don't need this unwanted attention.

just get whatever off your chest kim taehyung.

' hyung —I don't... Think It's fair, you're angry but.. Don't yell'.

Your eyes land on jungkook. He doesn't look at you back but you see that desperate look on his face. Like he needs taehyung to be calm. You wonder if anyone ever looked at you like that.

Like your mental health mattered just as much to them..

Everyone else is quiet, waiting for taehyung to be his calm self again.

Were they always this distant towards you?

'no just, fuck —jungkook you don't get it. None of you will ever say what I say. Y/n—are you gonna talk back or what. What the hell is wrong with you. Talk back —fucking say something. You just float around, like you have no sense of fucking anything and you expect me to not get mad at you. You being this way is ruining the fucking team y/n so just damn say something '.

Say something? He wants me to say something? What must I say taehyung?

'what do you want me to say'.

Everyone looks at you, eyes searching your orbs for any sort of anger... Hate... Just something that will prepare them for a fight between you two... But they see nothing.

Just a tired look in your once bright and beautiful eyes... Fuck... When did they get so dull... Were you always this... Tired? Why didn't they notice.

Taehyung doesn't respond to your question. He himself must not have believed you'd answer him. You're still looking at him like he's someone you're once knew...huh? Where did the warmth in your eyes disappear to..

'must I tell you why I am this way... Is that what you want taehyung? Because I don't see why the fuck not anymore... Where must I start from hmm...from the death threats or... Maybe men sending me pictures of me sleeping in my own house.... Or should I tell you about the managers who request to do contract reviews in their hotel rooms at night ever since I was 15.... '.

You wonder how you managed to say all of that without breaking, without your voice shaking from how vulnerable you feel right now.

You wonder if you really lost everything that made you want to keep pushing, to keep proving people wrong... But you've lost so much of yourself trying to do those things... You think if it was ever worth it.

'the fuck you mean since 15 y/n, why didn't you tell us'.

You shrug your shoulders at yoongi's questions. How do you tell him that it didn't matter. That the desperation to get your family out of the shit life they were currently living in was much more Important to you....fuck y/n.

You don't really bother answering anyone's questions because now you know, everything is out in the open.

They know what you've been trying to bury for years.

You can feel tears start to fall from your eyes. It's funny how this is the most expressive you've been in months...infront of the people you refused to show weakness too...

You don't see the way their heart breaks at the sight infront of them. Fuck. They knew Tae was going through shit, he always sought out one of them but... You? You didn't even come to any of them, didn't even leave room for them to question if you're really okay.. You just played your quietness off on exhaustion and they believed it...

Jin wakes up from his and makes his way towards you. He doesn't know if you want him.. Or need him but what he did know was that you were just a little girl in a industry that hunted after innocence. He doesn't see the grown up version of you, crying silently in this room, he sees the younger version of you, the one that was desperate to be something and proved herself day in and day out. The one he chose to raise the minute bang pd dropped you into this group. You were a child to him... Still are— so what kind of parent is he if he didn't see how much you've been hurting.

He cupps your face with both of his hands, thumbs gently wiping away your tears. He sees how your lips start wobbling, like you're trying so hard to not break infront of them... Infront of him.. He brings your head to his chest, stroking your hair to sooth you, waiting for you let go so he can carry all the weight you've handed to him.

He can feel your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt—like you don't want him to go.

Fuck Jin. How didn't you not see

The silence in the room is deafening, not even taehyung wants to speak. He feels guilty for putting you out there for all of them to watch you fall apart and do nothing.

What they say or do doesn't change the fact it still happened to you. You live with the memories of those horrible nights.

'I'm sorry im—I didn't mean to hide it from you —it's all my fault I —I should have known... I'm sorry Jin, please don't go... Please'.

Jin can feel you cling onto him, like he's your last resort of escaping this life. He breaks at the thought of you blaming yourself for men who couldn't treat you like a fucking kid, who couldn't respect you and your body, who took away something that was precious to you...he hated them. Every single one of them.

He wanted names.

'y/n, baby I need you to tell me what they did to you... Please'.

You stare up at Jin and fuck, his blood runs cold when he sees that scared look on your face. He doesn't want to know, he prefers not to but he needs to know.

'they— would do all hurtful stuff Jin'. You start to panic, hands clawing at your arms. Yoongi forces you to hold his hand, he doesn't mind getting a few scratches, he just can't bear to see you in pain again knowing he can do something about it. '—a-and they would tell me to keep my mouth shut o-or we —'

It feels like you can't take in air, your mind reliving that moment of being locked up in that hotel room with some man who told you all idols do these things...

Why did you believe him y/n.

'hey, breathe okay, I promise they won't touch you again... No one will'.

Your eyes lock on yoongi's, nodding along to everything he says. Your hands tremble in his hold... It's been so long since someone has said those words to you. Do you believe in them... Do you believe in him?

You turn back to Jin burying your face in his arms. Your cries cuts through the silence in the room. They don't know what to do, they can't seem to grasp the fact that you were forced to do stuff you didn't want to... And you blamed yourself so much you couldn't come to them for help....

Is this why you started distancing yourself from them.. Is this why you accepted the fucked up shit people threw your way.

Fuck. You were so young. How could someone take advantage of that innocence.

They all sat in the room, watching you lay still in jin's arms, hands clutching his shirt, cheeks wet from crying yourself to sleep. This is the most peaceful they've seen you look and yet it was because you hit them with the reality of your life.

They knew one thing for certain. That no one will take advantage of you again. They will fucking ruin the lives of every man that laid a finger on you... That was most certain

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—can i call you noona | bts moon

—bts female addition: moon 🌙

—post summary | moon's protective instincts and anger make an appearance when jungkook doesn't make it to practice one day.

—circa 2011

—warnings | jungkook feels insecure. moon has anger fit. everyone gets yelled at by moon.

—author's forenote | if you have any requests, send them my way!

Jungkook and Moon always walked to and from school together. They would leave the dorm together and Moon would drop him in his class and in the evening, Moon would finish her classes, then make her way to Jungkook's class and the two would walk to the company together.

That was their thing.

So, when that particular day, Jungkook left her a message saying he couldn't accompany her back, Moon was slightly concerned but she brushed it off.

Jungkook was still a kid, but of course, he didn't require supervision all the time, that too during broad daylight. She repeated that to herself throughout the day and during her walk back to the company.

But as soon as she reached the company and saw the boys sans Jungkook, her heart dropped. She was worried but at the same time, didn't want to be overbearing, so she resigned to working a hole through the practice room. The boys who noticed her pacing, simply chalked it up as her being aloof as usual.

This wasn't unusual for her, Moon walked anytime she was stressed and with the new routines coming up, they understood why she'd be stressed. They resumed to work on their own until everyone gathered for group practices.

When the call was finally made for a group practice nearly an hour later, Moon looked around again as if she'd have missed Jungkook's presence in the room.

"Guys," She called out, making the boys look at her. "Where's Jungkook?"

"He isn't here yet?" Namjoon asked, looking around. She shook her head, stomach bubbling anxiously. "He said he'd be here around this time," He added thoughtfully.

"Did he tell you where he went?" J-Hope asked, looking at Namjoon who shook his head.

"No, he said he had to meet some of his friends and that he'll be back in time for group practice," He added, remembering the boy stuttering away his reason that morning.

Moon who was quietly listening so far, spoke up, "What friends? He doesn't have any friends here!" She glared at the other boys, her protectiveness kicking in. "Why the hell would you let him go alone? He's been freaking stressed about the routines and you guys just freaking let him go alone?!"

"Why are you guys so irresponsible when it comes to him? He doesn't even know this place all that well!" She was breathing heavy, having yelled at all the boys surrounding her. "And none of you are even bothered about him not being here? Is this how you are going to treat your teammate?"

She was going off on them, and while in the back of her head she knew she was overreacting, she didn't loosen her glare on the boys around.

"Hyeon, you are overreacting," Namjoon told her, trying to calm her down. "He'll be back here soon."

"He's a big boy, Hyeon." J-Hope tried, "He can take care of himself."

"He's fourteen for fuck's sake! We should be looking after him."

Moon scoffed at the boys' audacity to make it seem like Jungkook was all grown up, when all of them clearly knew and understood that the kid was young, constantly worried and feared being thrown out of the group.

But, look at his Hyungs! Not even giving a single fuck over where he might be!

She was understandably angry, face and eyes red and her rage coming out as tears in her eyes. The place was quiet for a minute, the boys not knowing how to react to Moon's tears and Jungkook's sudden disappearance, but mostly to the tears. They knew Jungkook was a strong kid who just needs time alone to gather his thoughts and that he'd be back soon.

But Moon's tears were a whole new territory. They knew Moon was protective over their youngest, doting and coddling him in the most overbearing motherly way but she was crying, right now.

How do they handle her tears?

"Moon, calm down," Suga tried to calm her, placing his palm on her shoulder.

Moon shook him away, "He'll be here soon. Don't worry."

"I'm going to find him!" She said, picking up her things, putting on her jacket and running out.

The moment she stepped out, the cold winter air hit her. Her watered eyes and nose stinging painfully, as she wiped them harshly. She sniffled, walking away from the company towards the school where she thought Jungkook might've taken refuge.

The walk to school usually would've been short, but Moon went to every park there was on her way to check for Jungkook. She couldn't find him anywhere and Moon's anxiety was really tiring her out; she's been searching for him for quite some time now.

Where was he? Was he kidnapped? Did something bad happen to him? Was he okay? Did he run away? Did he quit? Worrying questions ran through her mind, stopping abruptly when her phone rang. It was Namjoon.

"Is Jungkook there?" Moon asked, breathing heavy, not bothering with a greeting, "Is he okay?"

"He's not with you?" He asked her back, not sure if he heard her right. "You haven't found him yet?"

"Namjoon," Moon scoffed, "Would I ask you if I found him? No, I haven't found him. I don't know where he'll be. It's late. He doesn't know the way around this place. He's all alone now." Her tone was flat, like she was blaming him for all that was happening.

"Moon, calm down." Jin was on line now. Moon rolled her eyes, telling him that she'll calm down when she finds Jungkook. "He's all alone in a new city at night!" She repeated.

"Where are you?" He asked in a calm voice, ignoring her outburst. Moon sighed, his calm tone somehow watering her rage. She told him where she was, sniffling slightly.

"Do you have any idea where he might be?" He asked. Moon rolled her eyes; this was getting on her nerves. She could be searching for Jungkook instead of being questioned like this, but no, Father Jin has to make this a freaking quiz.

"We would have had an idea if Leader asked him about it, wouldn't we?" Her voice was getting shivery, as she walked to the final park by the school. If Jungkook wasn't here, then she has no idea where he might be. "But no, Jungkook's a big boy, isn't he? so, I have no idea where he might be!"

"Hyeon-ah, Calm down, okay?" Yoongi seemed to have taken the phone now, "Go, look at the park, if you can't find him there, we'll file a complaint, okay?" Moon agreed, "Call us once you search the park, okay? We'll try searching around here too. He'll be okay."

Moon hummed into the phone, disconnecting the call. She hoped Jungkook was okay. The boy was so young and so talented, she really hoped the stress of debut wasn't harming his health in anyway.

The park was deserted, mainly because this was kid's hangout spot and now, it was way too dark for kids and parents to hang out here. Moon walked in the area, trying to find the boy, praying he was in there somewhere. She looked around the place, eyes scanning the place for the boy. She had almost lost hope when she saw him, sitting in a secluded bench, hunched over.

In an excited haze, she ran to him calling his name loudly.

"Kookie! Jungkook!" She screamed his name, startling the poor boy who visibly shook before turning around to face her. She ran to him full force, hugging him and cradling his face to her chest.

"Kookie! You are alright! I was so worried! I was fucking scared that you quit or something! Why didn't you tell us anything? Oh my god, I'm so happy I found you!" She hugged him tighter, rubbing him as if to reassuring to herself that yes, he was okay and in her arms. She pulled away from him finding him quiet. She sniffles, looking at him and checking his face again.

"You are okay, right? You are not saying anything. Is everything alright?"

Now, that Moon was calmer and settled into her mother mode, she noticed his red, teary eyes and nose. It looked like he had been crying for long. His ears were red and he wasn't even wearing a jacket to keep out the cold.

"Why don't you have a jacket?" She pulled off her own, wrapping around him, as he sniffled. "Are you okay Kookie? You can tell me what's bothering you."

Jungkook stayed silent, eyes brimmed with tears as he tried to collect his thoughts. He was just so overwhelmed at Moon's sudden appearance that his head was practically empty as she smothered him.

What was he actually doing in this deserted park?

He had left home telling Namjoon that he had to meet up with his 'friends' so that he had some time to wallow in his worries. His original plan was to wallow for some time and return to the dance practice.

He must've lost track of time because it was darker now. He had spent the past few hours here, crying and shivering in cold but still not ready to go back home.

The future terrified him to be honest.

He was the main vocalist apparently and he can't sing all that well. He missed being home. He missed his family. He was afraid of his future, of falling short, of letting everyone down, of everything. He didn't have friends in here. He was too shy to actually speak to his team members. He felt so out of place in here that Jungkook didn't know how long he'd last in Seoul, in the idol world.

All those emotions had been too much for him and he had resorted to breaking down in this park away from prying eyes. He had forgotten his jacket, so he was cold. He had skipped lunch, so he was hungry.

He looked up at Moon, who was looking at him like he was an injured puppy, with so much care and love that Jungkook leapt into her arms, crying harder. Moon unlike he expected, wasn't all that startled at his actions.

Instead, she hugged him back, soothingly rubbing his back, petting his head and muttering assurances. She didn't know for sure, but she had an idea why Jungkook was so emotional. She let him cry into her shoulder, her heart breaking at the young boy's obvious breakdown. She might've cried a bit too, but she wasn't letting Jungkook know that.

Eventually, Jungkook calmed himself down letting her go. Moon let him go, cupping his face and wiping his tears as he sniffled.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, making the boy nod. "Wanna tell me what happened?"

He looked hesitant, but soon spoke up, tearing up as he revealed every detail of his fears and worries. Moon's heart only shattered more as she looked at how much these worries had damaged him. He was a young kid with so much hope and innocence that this industry would just ruin him.

"Kookie," She called him in a soft tone, cupping his face, "Do you trust me?" He nodded, "Then listen to me, okay? I'm not going to lie to you and tell you all this is going to be easy, because it's not. I can't promise you a cakewalk in this industry, but all I can promise to you is that we'll be here with you until the end. You are not alone in this. You have us. You will always have us. I'll always be here for you. We'll be here. You can always come to me. I'll be here for you, anytime anywhere for anything. Okay? Remember this." Moon petted his hair, running her fingers into his hair soothingly.

Moon wasn't all that great in talking and doing the whole communication thing but she hopes that she got through to Jungkook. She hoped that he knew, he was important and that he wasn't alone in this and that she'd be there for him. She understood where he was coming from and while she also felt the same towards herself, she knew she didn't want to be in this weird space all her life. She wanted to work hard and move forward to a better space in life.

She would work towards that.

"Okay," He nodded, smiling in what seemed like days. "I'll remember that."

"Good,-" Moon's next words were cut short when her phone rang loudly. It was the other boys. Moon rolled her eyes comically making Jungkook crack a wider smile.

"Did you find him? Is he okay? Should we file a complaint?"

"Found him," She smiled at the younger boy now looking at her, scared of the reaction of the boys. They sounded worried and Jungkook knew he really caused trouble.

"Jin and Yoongi meet us at the mart near our dorms. Let's end whatever you were doing at the company and have a meeting over dinner. There are things we need to talk about, right?" Moon asked in a measured tone, she knew she had lectured coming for her. She had just been so damn rude and had exploded on them even without any fault of theirs.

"We aren't at the company," Namjoon told her, "We were searching for Jungkook near our dorms. We'll meet you there."

Moon agreed, "Okay. I found Jungkook, he's fine. Just a little stressed, but he'll be fine." She said quietly, feeling sorry at having yelled at him earlier. He hummed and the call was done.

"Are-are they angry?" Jungkook asked.

Moon shook her head, "Worried is more like it. They were worried why their maknae didn't come." Jungkook's heart warmed at being referred as one of them, but he still wasn't convinced.

"They sound angry."

Moon laughed, "No, Kookie. They aren't angry. They are worries and tired. That's it. They will be waiting for us, now come on. Let's go. You've had a rough day. Let's get home, get you cleaned, warm and fed." She pulled him up when his stomach growled loudly.

Moon guffawed as the younger boy's face-tinged red.

"Aigoo, Kookie." She pinched his cheeks. "C'mon, I'll buy you hotteok for now. We can have dinner at home. On second thoughts, I'll buy you two." She grinned, grabbing his hands and leading him to the nearby hotteok stand.

Jungkook followed her, not complaining. Once the two had brought the pancakes, two for Jungkook who held one in his hand each. The two walked to the mart, arms linked.

There was an odd sort of comfort between as they walked. They felt more comfortable around each other. Not that they weren't before, but Jungkook was always quiet and stayed away from her, calling her 'Hyung' if he ever had to address her and spoke softly and respectfully.

This felt nice, like having a younger brother to dote on. She was happy that they were moving away from this professional relationship they had to becoming proper friends. They were nearing the mart, Jungkook stopped.

"Can I call you noona?" He asked, eyes wide and sparkling that Moon doesn't understand how he was all this cute. Like she has younger siblings, has seen a multitude of young kids but none of them come close to how cute this boy is really.

"What is this? Was two hotteoks all it took for you to finally acknowledge that I was a girl? I would've brought you five of those sooner if this was going to be the result." She told him. He laughed, pouting at her.

"Maybe, you should have bought me hotteoks earlier." He said, making Moon's eyes widen.

"That's my fault? Kid, you wouldn't look at me if I didn't call you like three times." She scoffed playfully, but smiled. "But yes, you can call me Noona. I've been calling you Kookie after all. Also, if you call me Noona, you are basically signing up for me to be your stand-in mother. Is that okay? I'll be really annoying and will be mothering you every second of your life from now on. Are you sure about that?"

"Yep, I would love that."

"Remember you said that!" Moon ruffled his hair. "But seriously, if I ever get annoying, tell me, okay?" He nodded.

"You have to tell me." She added again and Jungkook laughed louder.

"Okay, noona. I'll tell you."

"Good, my son." Moon tried and Jungkook made a face. Moon laughed, "Don't make a face at your mother, child. It's rude."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, but had to tease her back.

"Will you write me into your will, noona?"

—author's endnote | i hope you liked this, it’s a repost but there’s more coming soon once i have most of the masterlist posts updated. please let me know your thoughts on this! you can send in requests or asks or anything really, give feedback or your thoughts and just interact with me! it will make my day!

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Chapter-three

Word count:2k

SUMMARY:

Amara Smith Lee, the eighth member of BTS and the only Black idol in the group, juggles fame, friendship, and a secret poly relationship with seven men who love her more than they should.

RATING:

Mature (16+). Romantic tension, suggestive moments, jealousy, idol-life stress, fluff, and domestic chaos.

PAIRING:

BTS OT7 x Amara Smith Lee

WARNINGS:

Jealousy, late-night lives, clingy boys, emotional intimacy, arguments, makeup moments, and a realistic look at being a Black idol in Korea.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

A soft, chaotic, realistic poly AU. No explicit smut on main posts.

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Korea

The minute Amara stepped into the dorm, she didn't even get to shut the door.

She barely dropped her suitcase before—

"Baby?"

Jungkook was the first to appear.

Of course he was.

Tank top, tattoos out, hair messy, breathing like he'd been waiting by the door for an hour.

He didn't even hesitate—his hands went straight to her waist, pulling her into him.

"You're finally home," he whispered, voice deep, warm, relieved.

"I told you my flight—"

He cut her off with a kiss.

Not a soft one.

The kind that makes your knees weak and your thoughts scatter.

His lips moved like he missed her in a way he didn't know how to put into words.

When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to hers.

Four days is too long," he murmured.

Before she could reply—

Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, gently dragging her out of Jungkook's hands.

Hoseok.

He hugged her tight against his chest, swaying with her.

"You smell like airport," he whined, burying his face in her neck.

"I missed you."

She laughed breathlessly. "I missed you too—"

Suddenly someone tugged her hand.

Jimin.

He pulled her close by the wrist and kissed her cheek—slowly, deliberately—his thumb brushing her jaw.

"You didn't even say hi properly," he said softly.

His eyes sparkled, warm and flirty.

"We need better greetings."

Then—

Taehyung appeared from the hallway like a sleepy cat, hair sticking up, silk pajamas still on.

He didn't say a word.

He just cupped her face with both hands and kissed her forehead with all the gentleness in the world.

"You being gone ruined my sleep schedule," he muttered dramatically.

Another pair of arms.

Another body pulling her in.

Namjoon.

He hugged her from the side, large hand spreading across her lower back, rubbing slow circles.

"You're home," he said softly.

His voice always went deeper when he was emotional.

Then—

Jin walked out of the kitchen with a dish towel over his shoulder and immediately grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.

"Look at you," he said proudly, brushing a thumb across her lip.

"Tired. Hungry. Neglected. I'll fix it."

And just when she thought that was enough—

Yoongi emerged from the hallway, walked straight up to her, hooked an arm behind her neck, and pulled her into a quiet, lingering kiss on the cheek.

Not rushed.

Not shy.

Owned.

"I didn't sleep," he murmured into her skin.

"Don't leave again."

Seven men.

Seven touches.

Seven different kinds of love.

She finally tried to breathe—

Then Jungkook stepped behind her again.

One arm slid under her thighs.

One around her back.

Before she could react—

He lifted her.

Effortlessly.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

"Jungkook!" she yelped, clutching his shoulders.

He smirked—dark, playful, eyes full of pure seduction.

"There she is," he murmured.

"I missed having you right here."

His hands held her thighs firmly, securely.

She could feel the heat of him, the strength, the possessiveness he wasn't even trying to hide.

"Put me—down," she tried.

"No," he said simply.

Jimin laughed. "He's been like this the whole time."

"He barely spoke," Namjoon added. "Just sat in the gym thinking about you."

"I was NOT—" Jungkook started.

"Bro you literally sighed while lifting weights," Tae said.

Jungkook ignored all of them, eyes only on her.

He pressed a slow kiss to her collarbone, voice low:

"You're not traveling without me next time."

Her breath caught.

The others groaned.

"Oh God, he's in his dramatic lover era again—" Jin complained.

"Let him," Yoongi muttered. "He's been feral for hours."

Jungkook kissed her again—this time behind her ear—and her body went warm, weak, familiar.

"Welcome home, baby," he whispered.

And she melted.

Right there in his arms.

Surrounded by seven men who adored her.

Craved her.

Missed her more than they were willing to admit.

Jungkook still had her wrapped around his waist, her legs instinctively tightening when he adjusted his grip on her thighs.

She felt his breath against her neck... slow... intentional.

"Jungkook..." she warned softly.

He ignored the warning.

Of course he did.

His lips brushed her jaw — barely a kiss, more like a tease — and his voice dropped to that low, gravelly tone he only used when he was feeling bold.

"You don't know how crazy you drive me," he murmured.

Her fingers dug slightly into his shoulders.

He smirked at that — a slow, sinful curl of his lips.

"Oh, you felt that," he whispered.

"Good."

Behind them, Hoseok groaned dramatically.

"He's been waiting to flirt like this since she left."

"Let him get it out of his system," Yoongi muttered, not even pretending to intervene.

Jungkook gently pressed her back against the wall, caging her in with his body — not pushing, just bracketing her in that way that made her breath hitch.

"Two days," he said quietly.

"Just two... and it felt like forever."

His nose brushed hers.

His eyes stayed on her mouth.

He wasn't subtle.

Not even a little.

"You really missed me that much?" she whispered.

He let out a soft, breathy laugh — the kind that made her knees weak even though her legs were around him.

"You have no idea," he said.

His thumb stroked the side of her thigh, slow and warm.

"I couldn't focus. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't think."

His forehead rested against her cheek.

"Everything in this house reminded me of you."

Her heart thumped hard.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look into her eyes — dark, warm, full of affection he rarely expressed so openly.

Then he leaned in and pressed a kiss just below her ear.

Not rushed.

Not innocent.

A statement.

Her breath stuttered out.

"Jungkook..." she whispered again, softer this time.

He smiled — that boyish, devastatingly charming smile — mixed with something deeper.

"I just needed to feel you close," he murmured.

"To make sure you're really here."

He tightened his hold on her thighs, lifting her a tiny bit higher, making her gasp.

"Okay, that's enough," Jin suddenly interrupted, clapping his hands loudly.

"She just got home. Let her breathe before you start... whatever you think you're doing."

Jungkook didn't move away.

Didn't set her down.

Didn't even pretend to be sorry.

He just kissed her cheek one more time — slow, lingering — before whispering against her skin:

"We'll finish this later."

She shivered.

And every man in the room noticed.

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