Admins Baby Jay (22) and Sam(22) | Fic Recs: coming soon | Masterlist: here. | We like BTS, Monsta X, Stray Kids, ATEEZ, SEVENTEEN, Day6, GOT7, Astro, VAV, honestly a whole heck of a lot.
Warnings: not sure if this qualifies, but, there is mention of anxiety and panic attacks in this chapter. There was a small mention in the last chapter and I should have posted a warning there as well. I also need to state that everyone who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks have different experiences. Each person’s experience is their own. I used myself as a reference. I suffer from emotional outbursts that leave me numb afterwards, and then I am emotionally exhausted, but it’s better than the overwhelming panic I feel. This is from personal experience, and yes, I am receiving medical help for it.
I don't claim to know everything about them, but I know myself, if that makes sense. If this kind of thing bothers you, please don’t read this.
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Chapter 5
You woke up to your phone ringing for the billionth time. You could have sworn you turned on ‘do not disturb’ earlier before you passed out, which meant that whoever was calling had been calling multiple times. You reached under your pillow, sliding to answer.
“Hello?” You laid the phone on top of your face, snuggling into your blanket once more.
“Y/N! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU ALL DAY!” It was Chan. And he sounded frantic. You opened your eyes, checking the time on your phone and noticed that it was only about 3 in the evening. You also noticed the missed calls and piles of text messages and social media notifications.
You placed the phone back to your ear, sitting up. “What’s wrong?” You were worried. Chan had never shouted at you before, and with all those missed notifications, you were feeling your anxiety rising, causing you to tremble.
“I’m coming to pick you up. I want you to put on a hoodie; grab a cap and face mask, too, and meet me at the spot. Shit, actually, stay in your room, I will come and get you, okay?”
“What? Chan, what the heck is going on?” you asked, but you followed the instructions, putting him on speaker phone and quickly getting dressed. Chan never came to your dorm, and the fact that he was, scared you.
“I’ll explain when I see you. Just stay on the line. I’m almost there, okay?” You felt like you wanted to cry, because Chan sounded frantic and you really didn’t know what was going on.
“Chan,” you whimpered, wiping a tear that fell down.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Y/N. I promise. I just don’t want to tell you anything over the phone. I’m almost at your door.” You threw open your door, looking down the hall and finding Chan. He was dressed in all black, his hood up and mask on his face. He had a couple bodyguards with him, too. Now you were really scared.
“Why do you have bodyguards?” you asked as he came into your room and shut your door. The bodyguards stayed posted outside, and you could feel your heart racing.
“Come on, pack a bag. You’re gonna stay with me for a few days,” he said, rushing past you and grabbing your duffel bags. He started throwing your clothes and underwear into the bags haphazardly, rushing around. “Grab your phone charger, get your school stuff. Come on Y/N, we need to hurry.”
You were so confused. You didn’t know what was happening. Why did you need to stay with him for a few days? Why was he running around your room franticly? Why were there bodyguards outside? Your heart was racing and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. There were tears clouding your eyes and you stumbled a bit into your desk chair.
“Chan, what’s going on?” you asked. He stopped when he saw the beginnings of a panic attack.
“Hey, hey,” he muttered softly, enveloping you in a hug. “Breathe. I promise I’ll tell you, but I need you to breathe first.” You nodded, clinging tight to Chan. You breathed in the scent he carried around himself – a mix of his cologne and his bodywash and shampoo. Just as you had calmed down, there was a knock at the door, signaling for you to hurry.
“Okay, I’m going to give you the simple version, and I need you to stay calm , okay? Just stop me if you need a second,” you nodded in understanding, wanting him to hurry and tell you what the heck was going on.
“Okay, so short version is, when you were leaving BigHit and Jungkook was carrying you out, someone was hiding and took a picture, but they also followed you to the college. And before you ask, no they did not capture your face. They don’t know what you look like, they just know that you go to college here. So, until this dies down, you’re going to come stay with me.”
You didn’t know what to say. You should have been more careful, even if you think you’re safe, you should always be careful.
“Do they know that I’m NK?”
“No, but there are people who are taking guesses. Some say it’s you and some say it’s just a random girl who is in college. Bang PD is taking action against the pictures, and JYP is trying to take action silently. If people knew that JYP was taking action, it would just lead to further rumors and questions, so he’s trying to be quiet about it.” Chan grabbed your mask and put it on your face for you. He pulled a cap onto your head and pulled the hood up over it. “I know you need more time to process, but we gotta go. There are a lot of people waiting at the gates. We’re gonna go the back way and Mimi will pick us up there.”
“This is too much, Chan,” you muttered as you grabbed your backpack, double checking to make sure you had everything.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, bub. You didn’t do anything,” you ran your hand through his hair, petting his head for a second, before grabbing a duffel bag and putting your hand in his. “Let’s go.”
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Luckily, there was no struggle getting to Mimi, and you were quickly on your way to Chan’s dorm. You handed your phone to him and asked him to check your notifications. You were too scared to even look at them.
“Okay, so you need to call Jungkook today sometime. He’s blown up your phone with worry. I already told him I picked you up, so it’s calmed down a little, but you still need to call him. Jackson is at my dorm waiting for you, so you don’t have to call him. JYP is also at the dorm. He wants to talk with you about everything-“
“Am I in trouble?” you asked, laying your head on Chan’s shoulder and wrapping your arms around his one arm. He maneuvered you, placing your legs on his lap and his arm around your shoulder to where you were cuddled to his side and hugging his body instead of his arm. He was trying his best to comfort you.
“I don’t think so, no. I think JYP is going to tell you that you should have been more careful, but I don’t think you’re in trouble.” He answered honestly. This was another thing you loved about Chan. He comforted you, but he never lied to you and tried to make things seem better than they were. He was optimistic when he needed to be, never pessimistic, but just honest. It was refreshing.
“I was just so tired, Chan. I wasn’t paying attention.” You started tearing up again. With the fact that you were on the verge of a panic attack in the dorm, you knew that just being hugged and comforted wouldn’t help. You needed the outburst of the emotion welling up inside so that the panic would fade away.
“Go ahead, you can cry, Y/N.” Chan held you as you let the dam break and by the time you arrived to the dorms, you were feeling much better. You didn’t feel happy. You felt slightly numb, but you knew that the numbness would pass after a while. The numbness was better than the overwhelming emotion that had built up; the emotional exhaustion was better.
After the bodyguards were sure that you weren’t followed or being watched, Chan helped you carry your bags up to the dorm. You were so lost in your head and numb to your surroundings that you didn’t even notice that you were in the dorm. You didn’t notice that you were being hugged by someone until Jackson whispered in your ear that it was going to be okay.
“Y/n,” someone called your name from the living room.
“Hello,” you greeted JYP robotically with a small bow. He gave you a sympathetic smile, understanding.
“Have you started seeing that doctor I told you about,” he asked as he stood, giving you a look that made you feel like you’d done something wrong.
“No, sir, I haven’t yet. I forgot to even look into it. I’m sorry,” you bowed again.
“It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll get you an appointment set up.”
“But-“
“You had your chance to set the appointment yourself. You waited too long and I know it’s getting worse,” he said with that ‘You know I’m right, so don’t argue’ look on his face.
“Yes, sir,” you bow again. He sighs heavily, motioning for you to sit on the couch.
“I need you to tell me what happened.”
You explain what happened, keeping your eyes focused on the coffee table in front of you, not looking up once.
“We had been working on the song until, like, 5 something. I was so tired and I hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. So I went into my ‘shut down, bed now’ mode and I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. Jungkook helped me down to the van – I had almost fallen over completely in the elevator. He offered to carry me, and if it weren’t for that, I would have fallen asleep in the elevator and would have been dead to the world for a few hours. When I made it to the van, I went to sleep on the floor of it, and that was it. Mimi dropped me off at the campus, I went to my room and went straight to sleep. I’m so sorry for not paying attention,” you sighed, closing your eyes, and trying not to cry in front of the boss man.
“You’re not in trouble, but, because of this, I would like to move you to a private dorm that isn’t on campus. You’re already one of my artists, you have a manager who can drive you to the campus when you need to be there. You already spend most of your time either here or at the company. It won’t be much of a difference for you, except you’ll be safer. You’ll be a couple of floors away from Chan if you need any help. I think this would be the best course of action for now.”
You had a feeling that he would say this. When you had first signed the contract, he tried to convince you to move to a private dorm, but you were already paying to stay on campus. It would be a waste of money if you moved.
As you opened your mouth to argue, he held his hand up. “I’m not asking. I’ve already taken care of everything. Your new dorm will be ready in a week. You’ll be spending this week going to classes and packing everything up. Mimi will be with you at all times except during your classes. I’m also assigning you an extra manager, but she’ll be more of a guard than an actual manager. Mimi might be fierce, but she isn’t fierce enough that extra backup wouldn’t be helpful.”
You opened your mouth to argue again, but he kept going. “You don’t have to pay for anything. It will be taken care of, Y/N. I would also prefer if you stayed with Jackson until your room is ready, but I know you’ll be here with Chan, anyway.” At that, he gave you a knowing look.
You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted, a blush marking your face at what was being insinuated. “Where are the rest of the boys?” you asked.
JYP gave you an infuriating smile – a smile you wanted to wipe off of his face but knew it would be extremely rude to do so. He knew he won by the change in topic, but he only won because you didn’t get a chance to say anything earlier. Despite everything, you were happy that he was trying to make sure you were safe. Having a bodyguard posted outside your door on campus would be like a huge blinking sign that said, “THIS IS NK, SHE LIVES HERE IN THIS ROOM.” You understood why he was making you move and understood why you were getting an extra manager; you respected his decision. He was only trying to help. Plus, he was paying your bills right now anyway.
“They’re at practice,” Chan answered from his seat at the kitchen table. You sat up so quickly, you felt slightly dizzy.
“Did I make you miss practice?” you asked, worried. Chan deserved better than a friend who was a constant distraction.
“No, JYP did,” he answered, smiling at his boss.
“Chan is going back to practice in an hour,” JYP rolled his eyes with affection, smiling kindly. “Jackson is going to stay with you for now. I should get back to the company and see if we can get things sorted with all of those reporters posted outside the university.”
He stood to leave, everyone standing as well to walk him out the door. He told you he’d keep in touch and keep you updated on the details and you were grateful.
It had been such a long day already and you were ready to go back to sleep.
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I like how back in April, I said I was gonna have time to write, but then I had to do school at home and then I had to drop all of my classes (my grades were trash) to retake in the fall due to lack of communication and bojank wifi at home.
Then when I was free of classes for the summer, I got a job and legit didn't have time to breathe, my parents switched our insurance and I ran out of my anxiety meds and have been suffering extremely from the side effects of anxiety (mainly shaking like I have Parkinson's and being jittery and on edge) and I've had several panic attacks since I ran out of my medication (more than I've ever had in the past two years) and now that school is starting back idk what I'm gonna do. I can't get in to see a new doctor until the end of September, so I'm just waiting while my anxiety sky rockets.
Don't mind my rant. I just noticed that people still like the things I've been posting and I feel bad that they've been waiting for updates on a couple of things and I have been entirely MIA. I am so sorry. I'm going to do my best to try and post.
a/n: woah, I completely deleted what I had planned for ch. 5, and so I had to change a few things in ch. 4 before I could upload it. I know it’s been a long time, but school has been demanding so much. and now that we’re online, it’s so much worse. I’ve never had so much busy work. But, here is ch 4. I hope you guys like it. I also added in that Jackson is Y/N best friend, because it’s pretty obvious after the last chapter :) -admin Sam
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Prologue, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5 , Ch. 6
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Chapter 4
Jungkook had left to pick up dinner for the three of you as you were almost finished for the night. Yoongi was working at the computer, the sounds of clicks and clacks all that you could hear in the room. You had decided to lay down on the couch to rest for a second, holding your phone above your face.
And you should have known it would happen. You dropped your phone right on your bottom lip, letting out a yelp as you quickly sat up, giggling to yourself.
“Are you okay?” He asked, only turning his chair around when you didn’t answer, not able to stop yourself from giggling. He raised an eyebrow in your direction, his face completely serious. You stiffened.
“I dropped my phone on my face, I’m fine,” you sobered up as best you could. Yoongi breathed a laugh, and you could see his gums when he smiled.
You immediately relaxed. “So, how much more do we have to do?”
He turned back around to the computer “You guys are both really fast when it comes to recording. We really just have to do the harmonies and background. I’m really impressed with you, Y/N, considering you haven’t really recorded a lot.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true,” you paused as he gave you his full attention again. “I pre-record a lot of demo tracks for some of the JYP artists. Ever since I signed the contract at JYP, I’ve been doing a lot of underground work.”
“Have you considered working outside of JYP? I’d be honored if you’d sing for a couple of my songs I’m working on. Maybe a solo debut?” he asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
“I don’t think I’m really ready for that,” you answered timidly.
“What do you mean?” he rolled his chair closer to the couch. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be as openly honest as you would usually be with Jackson or Chan, but there was something about Yoongi that made you want to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. You let out a sigh in resignation.
“Okay, so here’s an extremely hypothetical scenario. Please don’t be offended.” He nodded, indicating for you to continue. “Hidden female artist suddenly makes a song with a male member of an extremely popular idol group. It’s not a song that gets any real income, but it would bring in a lot of clout. People seem pretty okay with it, they’re okay with the collaboration for now. But then, hidden female artist gets solo debut produced by another male member of the same extremely popular boy group. People really start to pay attention, they start rumors. ‘She must have paid someone,’ ‘she’s just in it for the money,’ ‘she’s got to be sleeping with one of them,’ or worse ‘she’s sleeping with both of them or all of them.’ Both the images of the female artist and the entire male idol group are brought down and dragged through the mud,” You took a deep breath, pausing before you continued. “I couldn’t do that to you guys. You guys are making waves, and not just on a musical level. You guys are doing great things, and you’re helping a lot of people. You need good attention, not bad attention, and I think I’d only give you bad attention.”
Yoongi was studying you now, and you averted your eyes to your lap. The room felt suffocating. He was looking at you too hard and you didn’t like the feeling of being under a microscope. “And I mean, I want to finish school for right now, anyway. I’m good with staying in the background.”
At that moment, Jungkook burst in with food and the suffocating atmosphere diminished with his arrival and the presence of something to eat.
“Chan told me you really like anything chicken as long as it isn’t spicy.” He sat stir-fried chicken and veggies in front of you along with rice, moving along to hand Yoongi his food.
“You asked Chan what I wanted to eat?” You couldn’t believe it. Well, they had become closer friends since they met, and they were the same age as well. Okay, you could definitely believe it.
But you were also incredibly touched by Jungkook’s kindness. He took into consideration what you liked to eat and the fact that you couldn’t have spicy food.
“Well, yeah. How else was I supposed to feed you?”
“I would have eaten anything you’d given me, Jungkook, but thank you. So much,” you stood up, hugging the boy without even thinking.
When you pulled away, you realized what you’d done. “I’m so sorry Jungkook!” You realized a second too late. “Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I did it without even thinking!”
Jungkook laughed a little, smiling at your cute reaction. “It’s okay Y/N. I know how you are. I’ve seen it enough with both Jackson and Chan. You’re okay.”
You released a huge sigh of relief, flopping back down on the couch.
Yoongi played back the progress while you ate and you put in your two cents about what harmonies where would sound the best. Jungkook really liked your ideas and put his finished food down.
“Jungkook, I want you to add one lower harmony for now on the chorus, and I’ll add only one upper. We’ll check the depth of the result and see if we should add more.”
“I’ve never really heard it explained like that before,” Jungkook laughed at your words.
You laughed his comment off, not wanting to think about if he were making fun of you or not. “Yeah, yeah, now let’s start working.”
He nodded, smiling in excitement as he did as you instructed.
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“I can’t believe we almost finished the song in one night,” Jungkook sighed in satisfaction. He had a lot more energy than you did at the moment. You couldn’t remember the last time you stayed up this late.
“I’m sure there are a lot of things that need to be fixed. I think I might want to re-record my part,” you sighed sleepily as you checked the time on your phone. It was well past midnight, getting close to dawn. You had texted your manager earlier, telling her that you’d be done soon. Hopefully she was close by now.
“Thanks for working with me, Y/N.”
Your soft smile easily graced your face. “Of course.”
Your phone beeped, signaling that your manager was waiting for you downstairs. You started taking off the hoodie that Jungkook had given you earlier (it had gotten cold in the studio and you had been freezing – you still were), when he stopped you.
“Keep it for now, it’s gotten cooler outside. Here, let me walk you down,” he offered. You nodded in agreement and thanks. Before you stood, you flipped the hood up. The hoodie was huge and you were warm and snuggly.
You stumbled a little towards the door, your tiredness crashing into you all at once, causing both guys to chuckle. Jungkook grabbed your arm and looped it through his. “I got you, Y/N.”
“Thanks, Kook,” you sleepily called him the nickname that BamBam used on occasion on accident, but Jungkook didn’t seem to mind as he didn’t call you out on it.
He led you to the elevator and tried to keep you steady on the ride down. You were falling asleep while standing up, and this only happens when you have really lacked sleep. You had skipped your crackhead/delirious stage, as you were working really hard on the song, and went straight to your ‘I’m about to pass out, where’s the bed’? stage.
“How about I just carry you the rest of the way?” he chuckled. You were currently slumped against the elevator wall, eyes closed.
You let out a whine. “But I’m fat,” you mumbled. At that exact moment, you stumbled and if Jungkook had not caught you, you would have been sprawled out on the floor, snoring.
“Oh well,” he said as he turned his back you, forcing you to jump on by grabbing your arms and tugging.
“Thank you, Kook. I mean, thank you for being my friend. You’re my friend, right?” You mumbled as you laid your head on his shoulder, your eyes staying closed. He walked out of the elevator and towards the door to the parking garage.
“Yes, I’m your friend.” You could feel his laughter shaking his shoulders.
“You promise?” You liked Jungkook. He was a really good guy, and you wanted your friendship to last past the making of the song. He wormed his way into your life. You had thought you would just work on the song, and you would live your life thinking ‘wow, I’ve met BTS Jungkook and we did a song together!’ but you realized that he was human. He was a person, a good person, and he lived his life similar to how you lived yours. You wanted to be his friend now, a real friend, someone he could lean on if he needed it.
Idols go through much more than people thought, and you’d seen it firsthand with Chan and Jackson. They came to you with their problems, just like you went to them with yours. You wanted to be that kind of friend to Jungkook. He probably doesn’t need you, but you still wanted to be there just in case.
“Yes, I promise, Y/N.” He opened the door, walking to the van where your manager waved him over from the drivers seat. She slipped her mask back up and got out, opening the back door for Jungkook to sit you down, but you didn’t make it to the seat. You crawling onto the van’s floor and curled into a ball, dragging your stuffed animal down from the seat to be your pillow. Mimi laughed, throwing a blanket from the seat over you.
“Wait, let me take a pic and send it to Chan,” he laughed as well.
“Send it to Jackson, too!” you yelled, curling further into yourself. You maneuvered the blank to cocoon you, causing both Mimi and Jungkook to giggle like children.
“I hope you sleep well, Y/N,” Jungkook said as he waved goodbye. You popped a hand up, waving haphazardly back and proceeded to close your eyes and drift off.
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Mimi dropped you off close to your college, asking that you text her once you are safely in your dorm. When you got to your dorm building, students were leaving to get to their first class, but you had a clear day. As soon as you were in your room, you sent out texts to Jungkook, Mimi, and, of course, Chan, before throwing yourself into your bed and shutting out the world.
I just had a mental breakdown. I am so stressed out, and I just cried every tear I had. my body is still shaking and it won't stop. This online school shit is too much for me. Too many assignments due in too little time. And I have crap wifi out here in the middle of nowhere. I just.... Really need a hug 😔
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I just had a mental breakdown. I am so stressed out, and I just cried every tear I had. my body is still shaking and it won't stop. This online school shit is too much for me. Too many assignments due in too little time. And I have crap wifi out here in the middle of nowhere. I just.... Really need a hug 😔
I had a dream last night, that I was hanging out with Felix first, and we were listening t music, and he gave me a hug and just held me and I refused to let go bc it was such a nice, comforting hug. I think I've been too stressed lately.
And then I was hanging out with Chan and trying/failing to flirt with him 😅 🤷🏻♀️
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a/n: I’m sorry this is a little later. Some things happened and I’ve been real messed up about it. I’m okay now though. Baby Jay’s surprise has arrived! I might convince her to post about it :) -admin Sam
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Prologue, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6
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Chapter 3
“What was that?” Namjoon asked, the first of the three to form the words.
“What,” Jackson was confused as to what they were talking about but realized as they watched the van drive away. “Oh, you mean Y/N?”
“Yeah. Are you guys dating?” Jungkook couldn’t believe what he had just seen. As soon as the van was out of sight, he turned around and opened the door for everyone to walk in.
“Me and princess?” Jackson laughed incredulously. “No, of course not. There are two men who would vehemently protest that idea.”
“Who? Chan?” Jungkook pressed the button on the elevator.
“He is one of them,” Jackson answered evasively. “I’m the other.”
“Why is that?” Jimin spoke for the first time since he’d met you.
“Y/N is my best friend. We’re just really close,” Jackson walked into the elevator first. You dating him? That was a ridiculous idea. People had always assumed there was something between the two of you, but if they looked closer, they’d see the truth of your relationship. You were very protective of each other. He took care of you and you took care of him. Sure, Jackson could admit that the two of you were really touchy for friends, but you were two very touchy people by nature. You were touchy with everyone, and it was something he had been suspicious of at first, but after spending so much one on one time with you, he could see that your intentions were always pure.
Jackson had witnessed firsthand your familial love for the members of Stray Kids. He could tell that your relationship with Chan was different, but you cared for those other boys like they were your brothers.
“That seems like a lot more than just ‘really close’ to me,” Jimin commented, a hint of suspicion in his tone.
“Look, I know what you’re thinking, man. I’ve thought it, too. But once you get to know her, you’ll know what I mean. Y/N is a really precious person and she cares about people more than I’ve seen anyone care about people in a long time,” Jackson was quick to try and shut down Jimin’s skewed perception of you, but he could tell that his words were hitting a brick wall as Jimin continued to glare at the ground, lost in his thoughts.
“I think I know what you mean,” Jungkook commented, as the four guys exited the elevator. “Just hanging out with her today, I could see how genuine she was.”
But no matter what Jungkook or Jackson said, Jimin couldn’t get rid of his suspicions
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Jackson had picked you up a couple of hours ago to go grocery shopping. It was really just you and the manager assigned to you who went in while he waited in the van, but you didn’t mind at all.
Your manager was a really chill lady who always looked out for you. She also liked that your identity was a secret. You had quickly become friends with the woman and you enjoyed your time spent with her.
(JYP insisted that you have a manager with you just in case. You were too scared to ask what ‘just in case’ could have entailed.)
You were now back at Jackson’s place helping him cook dinner while listening to music.
“Hey Jackson,” you turned down the music, so he could hear you.
“What’s up, princess.” He’d gotten you a water from the fridge, setting it down beside you as he leaned against the counter at your side. You were making cookie dough from scratch so that you guys would have desert for later.
“What if there’s a lot of backlash from doing this song,” you asked quietly, not lifting your head from the overly stirred batter.
“Are you really that worried about it” he asked as he stopped your hands, taking them into his own and forcing you to look at him. You nodded your reply and he released a deep sigh. “I understand why you’re worried. I know they’re really popular right now, but I also know that there are a lot of people who want to hear from you. This will be good, I promise, Y/N.”
“But what if it isn’t,” you raised your voice, throwing his hand from yours. “And it’s not the fans I’m worried about. There are just so many hateful people, and they especially attack those who are popular. And BTS is super popular right. They’re popular globally. There are so many people who may not like the fact that Jungkook is doing a song with a girl people barely know anything about. They’re going to start looking into it more, the netizens are good little detectives. What if they find out what I look like, they find out who I am and they don’t like me? I’m don’t fit to the standard of beauty that the idols fit into. I’m a bigger girl, Jackson. I’ve got big thighs and a tummy and-“
“Y/N, stop. You’re going to have a panic attack.” Jackson pulled you into a hug to help you calm down. You didn’t realize you were crying until he wiped your tears away.
You didn’t realize that you had worked yourself up so much. You always had issues with your anxiety, and you were almost constantly stressed. You had always been really self-conscious and only Chan and Jackson were privy to seeing that side of you. The side of you that broke down over the fact that you didn’t conform to standards. No matter what diet you followed or the personal trainer that JYP provided for you, your body didn’t fit. You had to special order clothes here, because the women’s clothes in Korea were too small for you. You could get away with buying men’s t-shirts, but you couldn’t buy any type of women’s clothes here. Not even bras.
“I hate that this is how you see yourself,” Jackson commented, more to himself than to you.
Once your breathing had returned to normal, he led you to the couch, setting the water bottle down in front of you and forcing you to stay there as he pulled the homemade pizza out of the oven. He set it on top of the oven to cool, turning around to scoop the cookies onto a pan to put into the oven.
Once that was done, he pulled out the pizza cutter and started cutting the pizza. You had just put your water bottle down after taking a sip when you heard him swear, the pizza cutter clattering to the floor. You got up instantly, following him to the sink where he had his bleeding finger under the running water.
You grabbed a towel, pulling his hand from the water and wrapping his finger, instructing him to hold pressure as you went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
You quickly and effectively wrapped his finger. “It’s not deep enough for stitches,” you muttered, cleaning up the mess and instructing him to go sit down. You finished cutting the pizza, bringing two plates to the living room and turning the TV on to avoid conversation.
You had always hated talking to people after exposing yourself. You didn’t like the pity and the worry. You knew you’d be back to normal if left alone and some people didn’t understand that, but Jackson was one of the few who did.
When you were finished eating, the kitchen had been cleaned up and the cookies were cooling on the stove, Jackson turned the volume down on the TV, turning his body to you.
“You never really explained, but why didn’t you stay a nurse?”
“It just didn’t make me happy. I thought helping people and caring for them would be all I could have ever wanted, but there was too much heartache involved. I wanted to find another way to help people without having to watch them die,” you answered quietly, keeping your focus on the TV. When he didn’t say anything, you flicked your eyes to him, noticing him staring. “What?”
“You just make me wanna cuddle you to death,” he said, holding his arms out to you. You couldn’t help but smile at him.
You fell into his arms, and you didn’t realize the amount of force you put into it until you were laying down on top of him. He situated you both so that you were laying beside him, cuddled up to his side with your arm and leg thrown across his body and your head in the crook of his neck.
“You know, the BTS members thought we were dating,” Jackson murmured after a couple of minutes.
“We kind of act like we’re dating,” you admitted. “Jackson, you don’t want to date me, do you?” You just had to ask. You really hoped he didn’t so that you could keep this one of a kind friendship with him and you knew it would be selfish of you.
“Date? No. Marry? Maybe,” he said seriously, but you knew he was kidding. You giggled and smacked him on the chest, keeping your hand there.
“Hey now, don’t get my hopes up.”
“I would never do that to you, princess,” he mocked, placing his hand on top of yours. “No, seriously Y/N. I value our friendship too much. But I mean, if you can’t find a man when you’re 35 and you want babies, I’ll be willing-“
“Jackson stop,” you burst into incredulous laughter. You could believe he had said that.
“Hey, let me finish,” he laughed as well. “I’ll be your back-up husband. So don’t worry about being alone forever, because you’ll always have me, princess.”
You looked to his face and could see his eyebrows furrowed together in honestly, but his eyes were closed as his face was turned to the ceiling. You leaned up and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek in thanks and you both fell asleep on the couch soon after.
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“Channie!!” you squealed in excitement. You tackled him in a hug as soon as you saw him in the backseat. He had come with your manager to pick you up and take you to Big Hit for your first recording day.
You had kept an eye on twitter for the past few days watching for the reactions to Jungkook’s tweet. So many people wanted this to happen, a lot more than you thought. It had been the highlight of your week to be so accepted.
That’s not to say that there weren’t negative comments and views, but you had been strictly forbidden to look at those by both Chan and Jungkook.
Jungkook, the sweetheart he was, had been texting you and constantly updating you. As soon as he’d see something negative, he would call you and apologize and ask that you ignore all of it. But as soon as he’d see something positive, he’d screenshot and send it to you.
“Chan, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” You climbed into the backseat to sit with him, wrapping both of your arms around his neck in a tight hug.
He laughed at your antics. “Y/N, you literally saw me yesterday.”
“Yeah, I know, but class was extra long today. It felt like I spent two years of my life in that one class,” you whined, pulling back out of the hug. Chan kept one arm around your shoulders as you settled comfortably into his side.
“Well now you’re going to spend the rest of your night recording. Have you been practicing?”
“Oh yeah,” you remembered, pulling out the lyric sheet Jungkook had given you, pointing to one specific word. “How do you pronounce this one?”
Chan helped you go over your pronunciations on the ride and you had everything completely down when the van stopped. “We’re here. Thanks, Mimi!” you thanked your manager. She smiled in response, going back to her phone. “I’ll see you later, Chan.”
Jungkook was waiting for you in the garage with Jimin. You could tell from the last time you were here that Jimin wasn’t fond of you and you sort of hoped he wouldn’t be there while you were recording today. You waved goodbye as the van drove away, knowing Chan was watching you.
“Are you ready, Y/N?” Jungkook asked, holding the door open for you. You nodded, offering him and Jimin a smile as you walked inside to the elevator.
“Okay, so this is one of our recording studios.” As he opened the door, you saw Yoongi sitting at the desk in front of the computer. “Yoongi hyung said he’d help us today.”
“Hello, I’m NK, but you can call me Y/N,” you greeted excitedly, but remembering to bow at the last second. You admired Yoongi. You knew he harbored so much talent in his little body and you thought he was one of the most gifted producers out there.
He stood up, bowing slightly as well, a small smile on his face. His smile surprised you. “Please feel free to call me Yoongi.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jimin rolling his eyes and you heard the sigh that accompanied it.
Your smile fell slightly, but you tried covering it up, smiling brighter at Yoongi and bowing again.
“Here, sit on the couch. I think I’m recording first,” Jungkook said, pulling you by your arm gently over to the couch in the room. There was a mic set up in front of it on the other side of the couch, and that was where Jungkook sat.
“I’m leaving,” Jimin muttered, crossing his arms roughly as he walked out of the room, making your shoulders sag.
“Don’t worry about him, Y/N,” Yoongi said as he sat back down in his chair. “He’s just tired. He’s been up all night practicing.”
“Let’s get started,” Jungkook sat on the couch, rubbing his hands together. Yoongi turned toward the computer, signaling for Jungkook to start.
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Prologue, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6
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Chapter 2
You didn’t realize you’d be this nervous to meet Jungkook. What if he actually told everyone who you were? That was always a possibility and then you wouldn’t be able to finish school and it would be a mess. You only had about three full semesters left.
“Hey, I’m gonna be here the whole time. You know that once he signs that contract, he can’t say anything. You’re going to be okay, Y/N,” Chan reassured you, reading your mind. He was sitting on the couch next to you, leaving the rolling chair – that was usually at his desk – for Jungkook to sit in.
You released a deep sigh. “I know you’re right; I really do. But that doesn’t mean my overactive, anxiety riddled brain does,” you offered a smile. Chan chuckled lightly, placing a hand on your back to calm you. Chan started to reply, but there was a small, timid knock at the door interrupting him.
“Dude, you didn’t have to knock so nervously,” Bam laughed, charging into the room with Jungkook following awkwardly behind him. “Hey guys. Jungkook, this is Chan – the leader of Stray Kids. And this is NK.” Bam Bam moved around, showing Jungkook who you were.
You offered an awkward wave. “Hi.”
He bowed deeply, causing Bam Bam to laugh. He slowly stood up straight, keeping his eyes on the floor.
“Okay, first things first. Please, don’t be formal with me,” you laughed as well. “Technically, you’re the senior and we’re supposed to be formal with you.”
“No, please, don’t be formal with me. We’re all the same age, right?”
You nodded and he smiled in relief. Jungkook sat in the chair Chan pointed to when he looked around, unsure of where to sit. Bam Bam said his farewells and left the room.
“Alright, now that all the weird stuff is out of the way, let’s start.” You explained in detail what the contract entailed. You let him know that if he wanted to tell his members, it was fine, but if for any reason one of them leaked information, the blame would fall to him and he’d be held responsible. You also gave him a separate contract for his company president to sign. It was to ensure that the Big Hit staff stayed silent on your identity as well.
“Unfortunately, it’s JYP policy that I take 15% of whatever earnings this song or whatever we work on gets. I, personally, don’t want any money. I’m still doing well after Jackson’s song. He forced me into taking 15% from the entire album instead of just my song.”
“We had to force her to say yes and stop her from putting money in his pockets when he wasn’t looking,” Chan laughed as he spoke to Jungkook for the first time. Jungkook laughed as well.
“So, you wouldn’t be too terribly happy if I tried to give you 20% instead,” Jungkook joked as he relaxed in his seat.
“You do it, and you’ll be finding money hidden among your things,” you huffed out. Jungkook and Chan chuckled at your response. Jungkook conceded to the 15%, and everything else that was in the contract. He’d take the other contract to the company and come back when it was signed as well.
“It was really nice meeting you NK-“
“Y/N, please.” He smiled.
“It was really nice meeting you, Y/N. Chan.” With that he left the room and you instantly deflated in your seat.
“I didn’t think that’d go as well as it did,” you mumbled from your position beside Chan. You slumped over, resting your head on his shoulder and linking your arms around his. His other hand came up to move your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear.
“He seems like a genuine guy. I think this will be good.”
“Do you think NK’s fans will like this? Do you think that BTS’ fans will like this?” you voiced the worries that had been plaguing your mind since you spoke on the phone with Jungkook yesterday.
“I don’t think Jungkook is the type of person to work with someone that’d hurt either of your images. Maybe you should look on social media and see if you share fans. Maybe that’s why he deemed it okay to work with you. He seemed like a really big fan of yours.”
You quickly dig your phone out of your pocket and hand it to him. “Here, you check.”
His fingerprint had already been saved in your phone, along with face recognition, so you didn’t need to unlock it for him. He opened up twitter, searching your name as a hashtag along with BTS as a hashtag. You refused to look at the phone as he searched through the feed. Your curiosity only began to grow when you heard him chuckle to himself.
“Listen to this ‘I swear if NK doesn’t work with BTS, I’m throwing the whole KPOP universe out of the window,” you giggled at that, peering over at your phone in Chan’s hands.
“I guess I can take that as a good sign?” you asked hopefully.
“You can. This will definitely be good, Y/N.” He pulled you in for a comforting hug and your worries seemed to seep from your body. You had always relied on Chan, and you had always harbored a small crush on him. He made it so easy to like him. He was always there for you, even when you didn’t think he would be.
Chan had proven time and time again that he was trustworthy and that he genuinely cared about you.
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“So these are the studios.” Jungkook was leading you through his company, showing you where things were along the way. It took him one day to bring back the contracts. You had taken them to JYP, and everything had been finalized within the day. You had met Jungkook a total of three days ago, and you were already starting on his song.
“This is Golden Closet.” He stopped at a door, turning away from you to open it.
“This is so nice,” you exclaimed, following him. He pulled a folding chair from behind his shelf and set it out for you to sit in.
“We’re meeting in here first to go over the song. I don’t want start recording yet,” he explained as he took a seat as well. He handed you a sheet with lyrics to look over and learn, then turned to his computer and played the melody that he had worked on.
“That sounds really good, Jungkook. And these lyrics are really good as well – they are super personal. I’m sure your fans are going to love it.”
He raised his hand to the back of neck in embarrassment, blushing at your statement. “Thank you.”
“I’ve already voiced my worry to Chan, but I want to hear what you think,” you started, sitting up straighter in your seat. “Do you think your fans will like me doing this type of song with you?”
“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.
“Like I said, these lyrics are super personal. And I know what your fans mean to you. I’m a fan of BTS as well. I just don’t want to hurt you or your member’s images in anyway by doing something that your fans wouldn’t like.”
“We could easily find out right now. If it’s okay with you, I can tweet out about maybe working with you and see what they think,” he said quickly, taking his phone out. “And I don’t think you could ever hurt our image, but I respect you for having these types of worries. I can tell you genuinely care about us. So thank you.” He offered you a smile as he looked down at his phone and opened the app. He quickly typed in a tweet and showed it to you.
‘ARMY!! Hi~ How would you guys feel if I did a song with NK? I’m a really big fan of her voice and was wondering if you guys would like to hear something like that?’
“Is this okay with you?” he asked in consideration. You smiled in consent and he posted the tweet. “If you want, we can wait for their responses before we start working on anything.”
“I would really appreciate that, Jungkook. Thank you.”
As he was putting away his phone, there was a knock at the door. “One second,” Jungkook said. “Here, Y/N. You take my seat. My studio is a little small.”
You did as he said, and he put away the chair you were sitting in. You didn’t think Jungkook would be as nice as he was, but he kept surprising you. You were gradually becoming a bigger fan, and you had to admit your respect for him was growing as well.
He opened the door to his studio and was talking to whoever was outside. They were speaking in hushed whispers and you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Instead of eavesdropping, you decided to play a game on your phone when you noticed a text from Chan.
Chan: Hellooo. I’m on my way to get you now.
Chan: and I have a surprise for you <3
He could always bring a smile to your face so easily. You quietly packed up your phone charger in your purse that you had gotten out earlier, as well as the water you brought with you. When you looked back down, Chan had texted to let you know he was waiting for you.
You walked up to Jungkook and tapped his shoulder. When he turned around to look at you, you could see who he had been talking to.
RM and Jimin.
You quickly bowed in respect. “Hello. My name is NK.”
“It’s nice to meet you NK-“ RM started, but you quickly interrupted him.
“No, please. Call me Y/N.” You nervously corrected yourself. It wasn’t guaranteed that you’d answer to NK if he called out to you.
“Alright. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. You can call me Namjoon,” he smiled in what seemed like hidden excitement. “And this is Jimin.”
You blushed before you averted your eyes to the ground, smiling. “I know. I’m a bit of a fan.”
“Really? You’re a fan of ours?” Namjoon asked, shocked.
“Of course I am!” You couldn’t help but look at him, smiling wider. You looked over to Jimin but was shocked to see that he was narrowing his eyes at you, a small frown on his face.
Your smile faltered, but you heard the ping of your phone that reminded you of why you interrupted their conversation in the first place. “Ah, Jungkook. Chan is waiting for me downstairs.”
“Already?” Jungkook whined, causing you to giggle.
“Yes. And apparently he has a surprise for me,” you said, barely able to contain your excitement. You had always loved surprises.
“Well, let’s go then. Do you guys want to walk with us?” Jungkook asked politely.
“Sure, that’s fine with me. Jimin?” Namjoon asked the bandmate beside him. Jimin only gave a small nod in answer. “So, Y/N. How did you start working with Jackson?”
You answered all of Namjoon’s questions as you made your way to the parking garage. He had so many, and he asked them so fast, you were laughing as you tried to answer them all. You couldn’t help but notice that Jimin was staring the entire time. It was the kind of stare that made you feel like he didn’t like you, like he was analyzing your every move. You’d never thought that meeting him would be like this.
“So, what are some of your favorite artists?” Namjoon asked as he held open the door to the garage. You were about to answer when you caught sight of someone you didn’t think you’d be seeing so soon.
“JACKSON!” you yelled, ignoring Namjoon in the process as you ran and jumped into your best friends arms.
You turned into a koala, as you latched your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist in a full body hug.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed as well as he hugged you back, placing a kiss on your cheek. Chan was smiling from where he stood by the van. “How is my princess doing?”
You leaned back, tears in your eyes and you took in his facial features. “Hey, why are you so skinny?” you asked indignantly.
“Me? What about you? Have you even been eating? You’ve lost so much weight! You’re so light now,” he avoided the question.
“Jackson,” you whined, knowing what he was trying to do.
“What if I was just waiting to have a nice big meal with you?” he asked as he set you down. “Maybe add in a movie? I was thinking a whole night in, just me and you.”
“I’d love to go on a date with you, but you’re still avoiding my question. Are you okay?” You asked, moving your arms to go around his waist so that you could still hold him.
“I’m fine, Y/N. Now, how about we have our date tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night? What are you doing tonight?” He twisted you around to his side so you were both facing the three BTS members. They all had somewhat shocked looks on their faces. The way you interacted with Jackson tended to do that to people.
“This evening, I’m hanging out with Joon,” he answered, looking down at you with a smile.
“Okay,” you conceded, but you didn’t hide your sadness.
“Come on, Y/N,” Chan called for you. You leaned up and kissed Jackson’s cheek as you left his side to instantly wrap your arms around Chan pitifully. Both men just laughed at your behavior, completely used to it by now.
“I promise that I’ll spend all of my time with you tomorrow night,” Jackson said as he walked backwards towards the other three boys.
You sighed loudly, turning out of Chans arms, and Chan grabbed your hand. “Okay. Bye Namjoon, bye Jimin. It was really nice to meet you guys. And bye Jungkook. Text me! I’ll be watching twitter to see the results,” you smiled.
You quickly followed Chan into the van, going back to his dorm to spend the night. “That was a really nice surprise. Thanks boo.”
a/n: alright, here is the first chapter. Let me know how you guys feel about it. I have a good chunk of the chapters planned already, so please anticipate!!
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Prologue, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6
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Chapter 1
You were sitting where you usually sat – on the couch in the studio with Chan working away at the desk. You were sitting with your legs up and crossed on the couch, your books open all around you and your laptop in front of you as you typed away on a paper that you had started that day.
You had started your friendship with the boys 7 months ago. You had decided to spend all of your time studying in South Korea instead of going home back to the states. The night you met them was overwhelming but they grew on you and you grew on them. Now you spent most of your free time with them, still not having made any friends in college besides simple acquaintances. You had been working hard in school, not sure what you would do with your degree after. On the bright side, your Korean was much better and you could easily follow along with the boys conversation and were no longer left in the dark.
The boys worked hard to help you learn, especially Chan and Felix. If you started to look lost in a conversation they would take over and explain so that you could learn and keep up with the other boys.
Despite spending your time with all of the boys at first, you’d ended up gravitating more towards Chan. You were closest to him and spent a lot of one on one time with him.
Like now, you were in the studio with Chan, just sitting in each other’s presence. You also watched movies together when you guys had time, but you were mostly in the studio. You had never been able to spend time with the boys outside of their dorm or the JYP building, but they made it work.
“Okay, I think I’m ready for you,” Chan interrupted you mumbling over your paper, taking his headphones off. You looked up and then quickly back down at your things to move them off of you.
“Alright, let me hear,” you walked over to Chan, standing beside him and putting your arm around the back of his chair. He handed you the headphones and you listened to what he had prepared, memorizing it. Once it had ended, you spoke, “Again.”
Chan played the music a couple more times over before you were ready. “Okay, so, there is one part that is a little off on the bridge.” You pulled a chair up beside him, adjusting the mic to you. You sang what the bridge should do to make it sound right and Chan took that and added it to his already existing music. He played it back for you and approved.
“Okay, are you ready to add your parts?”
“Yeah. Play it from the beginning.” You had been helping Chan with harmonies since he learned you had a talent for it. You had done all kinds of choir from the age of 12, that listening for harmonies and correcting them were second nature. It was kind of a habit for you. If you listened to a song on the radio, it was a guarantee that you would harmonize. It was kind of your thing.
That was how Chan found out that you could sing. A couple of months after meeting the boys, they had left you at the dorm so they could go practice. You had a lot of studying and homework to do anyway, so you stayed behind willingly. You always put on music while doing your work to keep you from getting too bored. You had your speaker on and you were in the midst of performing a Disney song when you were caught. Chan was the first one to start clapping at the end of your performance, startling you.
He had then persuaded you to work with him. He had said he was struggling with some of his music, but you knew it was a lie. You still have no idea why he wanted your help, but you weren’t going to complain. It was fun and it was a way to spend time with him.
When you had finished helping him record, you made your way back to the couch to finish your paper – you only had two paragraphs left. Just as you had settled back into your place and rereading your paper, there was a knock at the door.
BamBam burst through the door, loudly announcing his presence.
“Wassup?” He made his way to Chan, doing some weird handshake and made his way to sit on the couch on the other side of you. “Yo, Y/N, wassup?” He looked like he was on top of the world and you couldn’t help but giggle, copying the handshake for his amusement.
“What brings you here on this fine day?” Chan asked, spinning his chair around and taking a break from his work. BamBam leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, stealing a quick look your way before answering Chan.
“I actually need to talk to Y/N.” He leaned back, crossing his legs and turning his body towards you. “I kind of have a favor, but it’s not my favor, ya know?” you furrowed your brows, saving your document and placing your laptop on the coffee table in front of you.
“No, I don’t know.”
“Okay, so, you know how NK helped Jackson on his album?” Oh yeah, that was one of the biggest things you had done. Jackson had come in one day four months ago while you were helping Chan on a song, and once he heard your singing, he had begged you to feature on a song he was working on. You were really hesitant on putting your identity out there, not wanting all the fame that came with it. You liked your privacy and liked not being chased by cameras.
Jackson solved your identity issue and gave you a stage name: NK (New Kid). NK featured on Jackson’s album and had become very popular among both the fans and other artists. JYP had you sign a contract to help protect you in case anything happened. You were officially but really unofficially a JYP artist. Only on paper though; you were very adamant on your identity being hidden. They had you create an Instagram and twitter account so that people had something to follow. You posted when you could and it kept people somewhat satisfied. There was still a lot of speculation as to who NK could be and you were once almost caught – all because Jackson wanted to go out and celebrate his album being released. Luckily you were decked out in dark, way too big for you clothes and Jackson had given you a mask and sunglasses to hide your face (just in case). Good thing, too. Neither of you realized that you were being followed. You were lucky that the restaurant you went to eat at had a secluded area where you could dine in privacy. There were all kinds of rumors going around and all the internet has is a blob of black clothing to speculate who you could be.
“And?” you asked, wondering where he could be going with this. Was there another picture of you circulating out there? Did they find out who you were?
“I have a friend who would like to work with you on a song.” Your eyes widened. Someone else wanted to work with you?
“Me? What? Why?” you asked in rapid succession.
“Who wants to work with her?” Chan asked instead, drawing Bam’s attention away from you.
“Kook,” was all he answered before turning back to you, only to notice your eyes basically popping out of your head.
“You’re lying,” you shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at the boy beside you on the couch. “Am I being pranked right now?” You knew exactly who ‘Kook’ was. Everyone who knew Bam, knew who he was. Kook a.k.a. Jungkook from BTS. Bam literally never stops talking about that particular friend plus all of the other 97 liners in that group chat.
Bam Bam just started laughing, as he put your finger down himself. “No, I’m serious. Kook heard you feature on Jackson’s album and has been your fanboy since. He was actually pissed that I wouldn’t tell him who you were. He’s been begging me to ask you for a feature for months.”
“Oh my gravy,” you looked at Chan, who was sitting too still for you not to notice. When you call his name, he takes one look at you and relaxes. He smiles and you feel better. “Before I decide, can I meet with him? There’s a lot of secrecy that has to be involved with me.” You turn your attention back to Bam Bam.
“Yeah, one sec,” Bam hits a number on speed dial and it starts ringing immediately. Your eyes widen in horror as he clicks the speaker phone.
“I DIDN’T MEAN RIGHT N-“
“Hello,” answers an eager male voice.
“Hey, dude. She wants to talk to you,” Bam hands his phone to you, smiling mischievously. You glare at him as you take the phone.
“Hi, Jungkook,” you greet with forced enthusiasm. Not because you didn’t want to speak to Jungkook, but because Bam Bam had forced you to do it now when you were wholly unprepared.
“H-hello, Miss NK,” he sounds nervous. You snort in a very unlady like manner that makes a smile flit across Chan’s features.
“There’s no ‘Miss’ needed, Jungkook. We’re the same age and you debuted before I even showed up in South Korea. If anyone should be respectful with their greetings, it should have been me. I’m sorry I greeted you so casually.” You hear his chuckle over the phone.
“I thought you were like, way older than me and I was super nervous about it.”
“Geez, Bam. You could have at least told him my age.” Said boy simply shrugged like it wasn’t his problem. “So, Jungkook, Bam tells me you want to collab?”
“Yes, absolutely. Your voice is really unique and I like it a lot. I do a lot of covers for my fans but I want to release a special song that I think they would love. But, the thing is, I need a female voice for my song.”
“Why me and not one of the staff members? I remember one of your members using a staff member in Seesaw.” You knew which member, but you weren’t gonna openly say it.
“Yeah, but that was for an album. And she got a lot more attention than she wanted. So I wanted to work with someone else,” there was a pause like he wanted to say something else. A hesitation before he spoke again. “I’m a really big fan of your voice. I would be extremely honored if I could work with you.”
You thought about it for a second before replying. It’s not like you’ve never featured before. And you were sure your surprisingly growing fan base would be happy to hear from you again. But there was still something you had to discuss with him.
“Before I agree to anything, there is something you have to understand,” you started, gathering his full attention. He hummed in affirmation. “No one can find out who I am. I’m more than just some hidden artist. I have a life outside of the music and if I’m found out, it can cause a lot of trouble for me. If I do this with you, you have to swear that you won’t sell me out.”
“I would never do such a thing! I promise! I won’t tell anyone anything. Please work with me,” Jungkook pleaded through the phone. You couldn’t say no to that. You’d be a terrible person if you turned him down now.
“Okay, I’ll work with y-“
“YES! You won’t regret it. This is going to be so much fun, I’m so excited to work with you.” You could hear his genuine excitement. It was almost palpable, even through the phone.
“Do you mind if we meet in person before we work on anything? I trust that you won’t talk, but you still have to sign a contract. JYP’s rules.”
“Yeah, totally. Whatever you need.” You let out a sigh of relief.
“When are you available?”
“I can meet you whenever tomorrow. We’re on a break right now.”
“Okay, can you come to the JYP building tomorrow? I’ll have someone meet you downstairs and you can come up to the studio to talk.”
“Okay, just text me the time!” You bid him goodbye and you huff back into the couch as Bam hangs up. You glare at him.
“Because you didn’t give me a chance to think everything over before speaking to him, you can get him from downstairs.” You would not be lenient today, you will resist Bam’s charms.
“Yes, ma’am,” he mock salutes you as he gets up from the couch to leave. “Thanks for doing this, Y/N. I’m pretty sure you just made Jungkook’s entire year.” He leaves with a final smile before you’re left alone with Chan once more.
“You were pretty quiet during the call.” When you give him your undivided attention, you notice how tense he is. “Can you do me a favor tomorrow, Chan?”
“What’s that?” he asks as he forces himself to sit back in the chair. He’s giving you a look that you can’t decipher.
“Can you please be there with me tomorrow? I don’t want to be left alone.” Chan smiles, getting up and sitting beside you on the couch. He wraps one arm around your shoulder and the other takes one of your hands.
“Of course. I’m always there for you, you know that.” His words make butterflies explode in your stomach and you’re perfectly content to stay where you are right now forever. And that sudden thought scares you.
