Summary: It’s nearly easy as breathing (for six of them, at least) for BTS to pretend to be just like everyone else - humans with big dreams and aspirations. But one person brings the façade crashing to the ground and for some reason, they just can’t let her go.
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There are few chances for I - ARMY to interact with their beloved boys and, depending on where they lived, no chance at all. Those lucky enough to get to see them are limited to concerts where they scream their hearts out, their idols just close enough to be out of reach.
K - ARMY, on the other hand, have it much easier. Fan meets, regular performances, appearances on commercials, hell, they might even see them on the streets.
But this is an exception. When Big Hit announced the internationally open songwriting competition, it sparked pure mayhem. Millions upon millions of entries in all sorts of languages flooded in despite the contest only running for two weeks.
It took Big Hit months to sort through them all and choose the finalists, six songwriters who get to come to Korea to work with the producers and the boys themselves, the best song being recorded and placed on the upcoming album.
Y/N had submitted on the very first day. It couldn’t have taken more than fifteen minutes of effort, a simple song about the pure and innocent happiness of childhood summers. She knew when she wrote it that she wouldn’t get in. She hadn’t submitted with the hope that she would. She did it because she wanted to look back at her youth and say she lived it to the fullest. She wants no regrets.
So what the hell is this email?
YN stares at the unopened email named “Congratulations” in her inbox, hand shaking slightly.
This has got to be a prank, right?
But just as she gets ready to delete the email, a twitter notification pops up on her screen. It’s from Big Hit’s official account. The tweet links every contest winner’s account and low and behold, her very own is listed at number six.
With a gulp, the girl reopens her email, reading the mail from the company in disbelief.
One month later, YN stands in front of Big Hit Ent in awe, not believing that she’s really here.
The meeting she and the other winners are required to attend doesn’t start for an entire hour, but restlessness keeps her from relaxing in the very luxurious hotel room she’d placed in.
Before she arrived in Korea two days ago, YN read the lyrics to the other constant’s songs and they were all far superior to hers. She can’t understand why she’d been chosen as a finalist when her song was rudimentary at best. She’s not unconvinced that there’s been some sort of mistake, that someone mixed up her song and some else’s.
It’s that fear of being offered an apology and sent home prematurely that has her here so early, the girl determined to soak up everything she can while she has the opportunity.
Meanwhile, deep inside of the company, Taehyung has his face buried in the crook of some faceless woman’s neck, a low, deep moan escaping his throat as he takes another pull of the tantalizing liquid slipping down her skin.
“You’ll kill her,” Seokjin says, tone dry and uninterested.
Taehyung pulls away from the dazed women only to shoot a glare at the man across the room.
“And?” He asks, licking his lips.
“And I don’t feel like getting rid of another body. I’m tired of having to clean up after all of your messes,” Jin replies, shooting a cold glare at the other man.
“Fucking drama queen,” Taehyung says, rolling his eyes before licking a long stripe up the woman’s neck, sealing her wounds.
“What did you just say?” Jin asks, pushing off the wall threateningly.
“Why do you always have to whine so damn much, huh? Stop breathing down my neck,” Taehyung says, rising up as well.
“Both of you, chill out. If you’re going to fight, do it later. We’ve got to meet up with those contest winners soon. We don’t have time to deal with your nonsense,” Namjoon says, annoyed.
They couldn’t go ten minutes without a fight breaking out. You’d think after six thousand years together, they’d be more civil with each other. If anything, they seem to get more hostile every millennia.
Jin leans back against the wall and Taehyung gives a smug smirk before Jin raises his finger and sends him across the room, Taehyung hitting the wall with a deep thud.
On a couch on the other side of the wall, Jimin sits cross-legged, flipping a coin up into the air over and over, eyes glazed over. Jungkook sits beside him, humming music with headphones over his ears.
He flinches when the coin suddenly smacks him in the forehead, causing Jungkook to slide his headphones over his ears.
“Shut up. No one wants to hear your annoying ass voice,” Jimin snarls out before grabbing the coin and resuming his actions.
Jungkook glares at the man, catching the coin in the air and throwing it across the room where Taehyung lays cursing in a heap on the floor.
Jimin’s up in a moment, reclaiming the coin and flipping Jungkook off, who returns the gesture.
Hoseok stands next to Namjoon, the two watching the scene in disgust. They can’t stand being around the four of them, but they don’t really have another choice. As much as they’d like to leave them, they know they’re better off sticking around.
“How much longer until we have to get to the meeting room?” Taehyung asks, standing and brushing himself off.
By now, the girl’s unconscious, and will most likely remain that way for a day or two. Taehyung’s venom takes the human system a while to overcome, making it easy to subdue and kill them. A person can’t survive getting poisoned with it more than once.
“About ten minutes,” Hoseok replies.
“Yoongi better get his ass here then. We don’t have time to be waiting around,”
Just then, through a cloud of suddenly appearing black smoke, the man in question appears.
“Speak of the devil,” Seokjin says, only to receive a cold look.
“We missed you,” Namjoon and Hoseok chime, causing Yoongi to smile a bit.
“Oh, barf,” Taehyung says, sticking his finger down his throat.
As if he even has a gag reflex.
“Whatever,” the three say in tandem.
“I got everything straightened up down there. The problem’s been solved and the boss is already doling out punishments. He said he won’t need us for the rest of today, though we should check in tomorrow,”
Just then, one of the coordi noonas knocks on the door before sticking her head in.
“Come on up, boys. They’re ready for you,”
She doesn’t see the passed out chick on the couch or the blood on Taehyung’s too long teeth.
“We’ll be right there,” Hoseok says, flashing her a smile.
The human leaves and the supernaturals follow, Taehyung licking the remnants of blood from his shortening canines.
“Who even came up with his dumbass contest again? Why do we have to do this? I hate having to play dumb in front of the Int ARMY,” Jimin complains, rubbing the coin between his thumb and forefinger.
“PD nim. And yeah, it’s tiring, but if you want to keep playing with those shiny things of yours Jimin, then we have to keep them happy,”
Jimin blows his bangs out of his eyes, annoyed.
“Who you laughing at?” Jimin snaps.
Before they can fight again, the seven of them make it into the large meeting room, all slipping inside.
It appears that everyone is here already, but Bang PD nim is giving some speech about specifics and rules and yadda yadda, all of the fresh meat contest winners facing away from the boys.
None of them notice the boy’s entrance as they all pay rapt attention to the presentation, but the CEO is quick to point them out, six sets of eyes drilling into them.
And then the world is white, bright, blooming color exploding in their brains as time grinds to a halt, their senses overrun as they take her in, some low, primal instinct of theirs clawing its way up to the surface, the desire to take her into their arms and never, ever, let go overwhelming them.
All seven, eyes seeing only her growl out, lowly but undeniable one single word: “Mine,”
