Chapter 5: What?
Summary
As a hardworking trainee, you’ve spent years pushing yourself to debut. When the final evaluation comes, you’re chosen as the sole candidate—but what you don’t realize is that your fate was already sealed. BTS, the seven men you idolized, manipulated everything to make sure you were theirs.
At first, their attention feels like a blessing to aid you as a trainee. Then, it becomes suffocating. Their possessiveness turns them against each other, each one willing to destroy the others just to have you alone.
⚠️ Content Warnings: ⚠️
Intense competition & high pressure, verbal & emotional manipulation, psychological stress & anxiety, favoritism & corruption, Strong language, smut, y/n is 18+, drugging
The lights of their home lit brightly as Namjoon approached the entrance with y/n in his arms. A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced down at you, your limp form still wrapped in his hoodie. His fingers curled tighter around you as he slowly pushed open the door, moving with the quiet confidence of a man who knew he had won..
The moment he stepped into the common area, a voice cut through the darkness.
“Where have you been?”
Namjoon didn’t flinch. Instead, his smirk widened as he turned his gaze toward Yoongi, who was sitting on the couch, his sharp eyes glinting under the dim light of his phone screen. His posture was relaxed, but the sheer fury radiating off him was unmistakable.
Jimin, and Taehyung sat nearby nursing glasses of whiskey, their gazes flickering between Namjoon and the unconscious figure in his arms. Jimin’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, while Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with something close to amusement, eyeing the little lamb in his arms. Although, their gaze seemed amused, deep down, the feeling of envy and annoyance filled their mind.
“She fell asleep in my studio,” Namjoon said smoothly, adjusting his grip on your form just enough to make his dominance clear. “I figured I’d bring her back before she woke up, she worked hard today.”
Namjoon knew no one would believe that, but truly, he didn’t care if they did or not. You were his now.
Yoongi stood up slowly, his movements deliberate and feline eyes set on Namjoon. “You expect me to believe that?” His voice was cold, lethal. “When she’s like that?”
Their gazes grazed over your form. You were limp in the grasp of Namjoon, head lolled onto his chest with your mouth slightly parted. Your legs were bare, your smooth skin on display. Namjoon's hoodie was just below the curve of your body, exposing you to the hungry eyes of the men. Your hands were careful place in your lap, a peaceful expression taking form on your face.
Namjoon let out a low chuckle, tilting his head. “Come on, Yoongi. Don’t act so self-righteous.” His fingers traced the hem of his hoodie draped over your body. “You think she didn’t want this?”
Jimin hummed in amusement. “You should’ve let us join,” he murmured, his voice dripping with playful malice. “Would’ve been more fun that way.”
Even through the harsh assumption, Namjoon’s smirk didn’t falter. “Oh, trust me,” he mused, “we had more than enough fun on our own.”
Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his patience snapping. In a flash, he was in Namjoon’s face, his hands gripping the collar of his shirt, carefully avoiding your resting form. “You fucking think this is a game, hm?” he growled. “You think you can just take what you want and walk away like nothing happened?”
Namjoon merely chuckled, entirely unbothered knowing the power he held. “ Well yes, I certainly didn’t hear her complaining,” he murmured. “Not that she could.”
Yoongi’s grip tightened dangerously, his teeth clenched. “If you ever touch her like that again,” he seethed, his voice dripping with venom, “I will make sure you fucking regret it.”
The room fell into a thick, tense silence. Jimin and Taehyung exchanged glances, something almost entertained passing between them.
Namjoon exhaled a quiet laugh, finally pulling away from Yoongi’s grasp. He adjusted his hold on you once more, his smirk unwavering. “You’re all acting like I did something wrong,” he mused, his voice light, almost teasing. “But deep down… I think you’re just mad you weren’t her first.”
Jimin let out a strained chuckle. “Relax, hyung,” he drawled, eyes glinting. “It’s not like she can say anything about it now.”
Namjoon felt nothing but triumph as he carried you past them, reveling in the weight of you in his arms. He knew this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.
Yoongi's pointed gaze never left Namjoon's form once as he disappeared down the hall with y/n, mind running a thousand miles a minute.
Oh Kim Namjoon, you don't know how badly you've just fucked up.
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You stretched your arms and let out a small mewl of annoyance at the dull ache in the back of your head. You recognized the faint smell of incense lingering in your room, and attempted to continue your sleeping aspirations.
Until you realized you were supposed to be in Namjoon’’s studio.
Oh no. You had fallen asleep in Namjoon’s studio.
You smothered your head in your pillow groaning out of discontent. Wait. What are you wearing? You look at your frame in your body length mirror when you stand up and are shocked when you see a large black hoodie covering your body. Grasping the collar of the hoodie, the strong scent of incense invades your nose.
Namjoon’s, this was Namjoon’s.
You blush out of embarrassment. How had he gotten you in his hoodie? Why? How did you get home? Did he carry you?
The thought of Namjoon carrying you out of his studio bridal style had your head spinning.
Your thoughts were still swimming in the mortifying realization that Namjoon had not only seen you asleep but had also gone so far as to dress you in his hoodie. Did he find you drooling? Were you snoring? The questions tormented you as you paced your room, hugging the soft fabric closer to your frame.
A sudden vibration from your phone snapped you out of your spiral. You grabbed it off the nightstand and saw a message from Jimin.
Jimin: Where are you? You’re late for vocal lessons.
Oh no. You weren’t just late. You were incredibly late.
You practically tripped over yourself as you scrambled to get dressed, tossing Namjoon’s hoodie onto your bed (but not before inhaling the comforting scent one last time). You rushed out the door and toward the practice rooms, the echoes of your footsteps bouncing off the empty hallways.
When you finally pushed open the door to the studio, you were greeted by the sight of Taehyung leaning against the piano, his deep voice humming through a melody, while Jimin stood before him, arms crossed, nodding along. But the moment their eyes landed on you, something in the air shifted— a chilling annoyance exuding off of them.
“Finally,” Jimin sighed, sending you a pointed look, his tone sweet yet laced with annoyance. “You do realize we started twenty minutes ago, right?”
“I—” You huffed, trying to catch your breath. “I overslept.”
Taehyung’s lips curled into a smirk, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “Overslept, huh? Not something I pictured you would do. Anything… interesting happen last night?” His voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, but there was an edge to it that made your stomach drop.
Your face burned at the implication. How did he always seem to know something you didn’t? Taehyung had been reluctant to let you under their wing, always so skeptical looking. He would look at you with the other members with distaste, as if he was upset with you. You weren’t sure why, but it wasn’t something that bothered you too much. As long as he was going to help you, it was alright for you not to be his favourite person.
But oh were you wrong
“Nothing worth mentioning,” you muttered quickly, waving him off before plopping down onto a stool.
But Taehyung wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He took slow, deliberate steps toward you, stopping just close enough that you could feel the faint heat radiating off of him. “You smell different today,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but the intensity in his gaze made you shiver. “Like… someone else.”
Jimin, who had remained quiet, suddenly let out a soft chuckle, stepping forward to stand beside Taehyung. “That’s right,” he mused, tilting his head. “This hoodie… it isn’t yours, is it?”
Your breath caught in your throat. What?
Your head snaps down to clothing, of course in your rush you had picked up the wrong hoodie from your bed. How had you not noticed?
Of course they noticed how dirty you are, how embarrassing.
“I had a late night with Namjoon working on some lyrics… that’s why I slept in. I wasn’t really able to shower this morning or dress up because I was late, I— It’s just—”
“Oh we know, our little star was so tired Namjoon came in carrying you. Apparently he didn’t want to disturb your sleep after such a long day…” Taehyung drawled.
Jimin’s fingers suddenly brushed against the fabric of Namjoon’s hoodie, his touch slow and deliberate. “You let him put this on you?” His voice was still soft, but his grip on the fabric tightened, knuckles whitening. “That’s… unfair.”
Taehyung chuckled lowly. “It’s almost like you’re testing us,” he said, reaching out to trace a single finger along your wrist. “You wouldn’t do that… would you?”
You swallowed hard, feeling trapped beneath their gazes. This wasn’t the playful teasing you were used to—there was an undeniable edge to their words, a possessiveness that sent your pulse skyrocketing.
Jimin leaned in, his voice a honeyed whisper against your ear. “You belong here. With us. Not him. You’re a vocalist no?”
You tried to steady your breathing. “Guys, I—”
Taehyung shushed you with a finger pressed lightly against your lips, his smile widening. “Shh. Let’s not talk about him anymore. You’re here now, and we have work to do.”
Jimin’s lips curved into something unsettlingly sweet. “That’s right. We need to make sure you’re focused… on us.”
Despite their words, you weren’t sure if this was about vocal lessons anymore.
And deep down, a part of you feared this never was.
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Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know if you'd like to see anything specific or more focus on different members in the next few chapters! Also, let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list! All the love,
Ava :)
