about that dialogue prompts 2 with idol x fan au ?
2. “Where did you learn to fight like that?” “Have you ever been to a concert before?”
A/N: i’m sorry in advance if its bad (AGH I didn’t know where to end it so if it seems to just end too quickly sorry :P otherwise i would have gone on for days and you’d have a full on chaptered fic or something lol)
It was an unfortunate night for you or what most would consider unfortunate considering you were backed against an alley wall by a group of older guys who undoubtedly had nothing good planned for you.
“What’s a little girl like you doing out so late?” one of them sneered leaning his face uncomfortably close to yours.
What had you been doing out late? It really wasn’t your fault. You’d had to cover for someone who’d called in sick and that meant you were on the closing shift or as you liked to call it the “late as eff I should already be in bed” shift.
“You gonna answer me?” the same guy asked planting a hand on the wall beside your face.
Wrinkling your nose at his action you glared back at him not in the least bit intimidated. After years of reading fan fiction this kind of movement was something you expected considering you were backed up against the wall. This dude was a walking cliche and if you hadn’t been so frightened of the fact that there was more than just him around you would have laughed in his face. Thankfully before you could reply a loud “HEY” came from down the alley. Under the light of the dim street lamp you could see a tall figure in a hoodie standing there facing you.
“Let her go.” your savior said voice deepening as he approached, probably some attempt to show dominance.
“This is none of your business.” The jerk that had previously been trying to intimidate you seized roughly your arm and if it hadn’t have hurt so much you would have been fascinated at how absolutely ridiculously fan fiction this night really was turning out to be.
“It’s between me and her.” he continued.
“If it was between you and her then you wouldn’t have your lackeys here to back you up.” the guy pointed out in a scoff.
“Back off.” the jerk snarled yanking you behind him while his friends stepped forward hands curled into fists.
And that was your cue. As nice as it was for the guy to try and step in and help you, you weren’t completely defenseless. True you wouldn’t be able to hold your own against a group of guys all at once, but with them distracted you were free to take care of the asshole had definitely left a bruise on your arm from gripping it so tightly. Letting out a sigh you stomped hard on his foot causing him to shout and pull it from under your shoe, throwing him off balance. Spinning your arm like you’d been taught from a young age you wrenched your arm from his grip and pushed him forward, hard into two of his friends. Three down, three to go.
“You little-” he didn’t finish upon receiving a hard jab to the stomach knocking the air out of him. There was no need to be gentle and show any form of mercy, after all they were the ones who had been keeping you from going home and most likely had no good intentions in doing so.
The other two received similar treatment and as they were all struggling to stand you rushed to the guy who’d helped you.
“We should probably go before they get up.” you told him breathlessly. He didn’t say anything, but you didn’t stop to think on it. Instead you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down the alley out onto the street. A couple blocks between you and those shady guys you finally slowed to a stop.
“Whew let’s not do that again.” you panted letting go of his wrist and going to sit on the bench at a nearby bus stop to catch your breath. He followed after you.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?” the guy asked sounding mildly terrified and completely awed.
With a sage expression you looked up at him, “Have you ever been to a concert before?”
And that’s when in the dim light you recognized him. Kim Taehyung. BTS’s V. Oh. A mixture of confusion and concern mingled on his face.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” you blurted out quickly, “I’ve been taking self defense classes since I was little. My dad was a police officer. He insisted.”
“So uhm. You’re. V right?” you asked hesitantly. A bright cheery grin bounced across his face.
“Are you a fan?” he looked ecstatic. You nodded, “I was at your last concert.”
“You. You didn’t use those moves when you were in the crowd right?” he asked hesitantly.
Tossing your head back you let out a loud laugh eyes lit with amusement, “Of course not. We’re not that crazy.”
