Cocoa Kisses💋

A/n: It’s the reunion and they’re in the crowd when you fight.

Rap Monster:

He watched from the crowd on the edge of his seat. 

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He heard you defend yourself. He noticed how you started to shake your head and bit your lip. That was a sign.

The girl got up and walked over to you. 

He shook his head and silently prayed that she’d sit back down. 

It was like slow motion, he saw her arm swing and saw you hit her in the face and her fall.

He stood up and grabbed you by the waist when you kept trying to get around the security guards.

“No Namjoon, let me go! “ You screamed and he tightened his grip on you.

“Fuck her, keep doing your thing baby.”

Jin:

He got uncomfortable when he saw you arguing with the girl. He wish’d that she’d just drop it because if she didn’t.. he knew you’d drop her.

“Nah fuck that bitch!” The girl screamed and Jin’s eyes got wide.

“I’m not about to be one too many more bitches.” You said, rolling your eyes.

As soon as he blinked the girl had stood up and you punched her. The security guards grabbed you and pulled you back. 

“You’re lucky they grabbed me!” You shouted. 

Even though he was disappointed you had to fight, he was proud of you.  He fixed your hair and winked at you while you were being taken to the back.

Taehyung:

“Stand up then.” You said calmly. 

He looked at you and then looked at the girl who had just made the mistake of standing up.

His mouth hung open slightly as he watched her stand up and you.. sit her back down. 

He blinked as you hit her, he felt sorry for the girl but she stood up.

 JHope:

You sat silently as the girl across said how she’d beat your ass and what not. 

J rolled his eyes. You looked at him and he said “ Get up boo.” 

Having his approval you stood up and beat the girls’ ass. 

He knew that you didn’t want to disappoint him so he told you to go ahead and handle your business 

Jimin:

It was after the reunion and after you had won the fight you were in. Jimin was holding your coat just in case the girl tried to run up afterwards.

The camera focused on him and they asked him, “What do you think about what happened out there?” 

He smiled and looked at you in front of him. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Jungkook:

This was his reaction when the girl said “Stand up Y/n!” 

He knew you would beat her ass and he couldn’t stand to watch it. 

The cringe was so strong as he watched you tear her apart. 

“ In all honesty, I feel bad for the girl. Y/n doesn’t play and.. Damn… I just hope she’s okay.”

Suga:

The security guards broke up the fight and were pulling you off the stage when the girl you fought threw something at you. 

“Please welcome one of the most talked about groups, B-WaR!” 

You walked out in front of your members and bowed to the MC’s who welcomed you on the show. Standing uncomfortably, the MC’s interact with the rest of your members and not you. 

When introductions were over they came and stood next to you, “Hello! We’re uh.. MC’s for.. this show-ah.” 

You smiled and bowed saying hello in Korean. 

“Oh! I forgot you spoke Korean so well!” They said laughing with each other.

“Okay so, we have a serious question, do you think that the reason why you are so popular is because you’re an foreign leader?” One MC asked, cutting straight to the point. 

You cleared your throat, “Uh, I believe that our music and the way we work so well together is the reason that we are popular.” You defended. 

“Well many say the reason that you are so popular is because you are black and the fact BTS’ Rap Monster has taken an interest in you.” The other host stated.

You laughed slightly, uncomfortably, “I love being black and I happen to think that it’s an amazing thing to have a black person in a kpop group.” You defended yourself once again. 

“Don’t you get insecure though?”

“N-”

He cut you off by continuing, “I mean it’s obvious that the ideal type is a pale girl, that’s what is considered beautiful.” 

You bit your tongue and looked over at your manager, he didn’t say anything so you decided that you were going to give people a piece of your mind. 

“I don’t need to be considered ‘beautiful’ to someone who contains beauty in a box. I don’t need to fit the mold that you have of someone’s “Ideal Type.” I came to Korea to prove something, that anyone can make it if you want it bad enough. So no, I’m not insecure because I know my talent. If you do not like me simply because the color of my skin then that only reflects how simple-minded you are, and simple minds have no business judging anyone, or anything, let alone music. Music is about music, not how you look. “ You finished, walking off the set and taking off the mic that was attached to your shirt, you bowed before closing the studio door. 

You walked to your car and got inside of it. Tears fell down your cheeks and you couldn’t stop it. You grabbed and lit a cigarette with your shaking hands, inhaling the smoke that relaxed you when all of your phone rang.

“Moni”

You smiled and sniffled, “Hello?” you answered. 

“Are you okay?” He asked and you laughed, tears threatening to fall again. 

“Do you want a lie or the truth?” You replied sarcastically, bringing the cigarette to your lips again.

“Are you smoking?” You looked at your cigarette and then at the phone. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled. 

“You promised me you’d stop. You were doing so good!” Namjoon lectured.

“I’m sorry Joonie, I’m going through some shit now and this was the first thing that was there for me.”

“What about me?” He muttered under his breath but you still heard him through the phone.

“I didn’t want to bother you, people already think I’m piggy-backing off you and that I’m corrupting your mind.” Rolling your eyes you inhale another puff.

 “First, put the cigarette out.”

“Bu-”

“Put it out Y/n!” He yelled. 

“Fine.” You smashed the cigarette in the ashtray, “Happy now?”

“Yes, now what do you mean, “corrupting your mind?” 

“They basically said the only Ideal Type and what is considered Beautiful is pale and the rumor going around that you like me is contradicting it and apparently I’m doing some type of fucking witch-craft shit if it’s true. God forbid a Korean likes someone that’s not Korean. Call the fucking president.” You ranted. 

You heard him laugh then get serious.

“You’re an artist, they should judge your art, not the way you look. That is so annoying. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” He said.

“It’s not your fault, can I come over?” You asked. 

“Chips and soda?”

“And Icecream! You can’t forget icecream!” You screamed, sniffling. 

“Okay and Icecream.  By the way, that rumor is true.” He said quickly before hanging up. 

You looked at the phone, “What rumor..?” You muttered to yourself.

It finally occurred to you what he meant and heat rushed to your cheeks. 

~

Your daughter and son looked at you and Namjoon.

“That’s why you can’t stick to something just because it’s normal. Find yourself. If you like something that isn’t that common don’t change just because people don’t like it either.” Namjoon said to your kids, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

 You looked at your children, “Do whatever you want to do. Don’t limit yourself because your scared of what others may say or think.”

You son came up to your and hugged your legs, “I think your beautiful mommy!” 

Your daughter followed him and held your other hand, “Yeah mommy! And you’re a really good singer oh! and dancer!” She clapped.

You giggled and kissed their heads, “Thank you babies, that means alot coming from you both.”

Namjoon cleared his throat and you looked at him. 

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