Pairings: BTS x teen female reader, platonic love

Warnings: Language, neglect, descriptions of a panic attack and past child abuse  

A/N: What do you guys think about this too far? Is it moving too slow too fast? I really want to know what you guys think uwu. Also, the image below is the photoshoot, its supposed to be a rainbow.....

Summary: It’s not blood that makes a family. It’s love.

Masterlist 

Jungkook had brought me to the sixth floor, filled with bright lights, screens, cameras and multiple clothes hanging on racks. Multiple tables laid out in the room behind the camera, some were covered in makeup, other hairspray, hair dryers, and hairbrushes.

“Why did Bang ask me to get coffee if he doesn't even drink it?” Jungkook faltered slightly in his steps and I pretended not to notice. I knew why he had asked me or at least guessed that he wanted to talk about me to the boys without me knowing. Would Jungkook tell me the truth?

“He-e, um, just wanted to prep us on the photo shoot and he didn't want you to hear about the surprise.”

Then how come Jungkook told me about the ‘surprise’ so quickly? Instead of calling him out on his lie I just nodded along as he brought me over to the makeup station.

“(Y/N) ah, don't I look handsome?” Jin fluttered his eyes at me as his makeup stylist searched on the table for something. To be honest, Jin did look handsome. The sheen of foundation on his face made him look younger and the light contour on his cheeks and nose really brought out his features.

“(Y/N) you should be nice to Jin no one ever tells him he's handsome.” I smiled at Jimin's comment as he leaned his elbow on Jin's shoulder. Jin promptly slapped the boy on the arm, 

“do you want to die?” I chuckled at Jin's comment and the glare on his face, but as soon as the laugh escaped my throat all eyes soon turned to me. Tae all of a sudden appeared behind me and I suddenly became uncomfortable with all the eyes on me. 

“(Y/N) I've never heard you laugh before,” Jimin stated, eyes wide. “It's nice,” He added and for a moment I questioned if they were just saying that because personally, I believed my laugh sounded like a dying hyena. But, once I saw the complete genuine looks on their faces I couldn't help but smile. 

“Ok boys let's get you changed.” The boys suddenly scrambled away from me being dragged by makeup and hair stylists to add the final touches before the shoot. An arm was wrapped around my shoulder and I winced at the sudden touch. Whoever was touching me however didn't notice. “(Y/N) I want you to be in this shoot.”

My eyes widened at Bangs words, “seriously, why?” I wasn't nearly as pretty to be in a shoot with the boys, no matter how much makeup they put on my face. Why would they put my face out there, “don't worry it's nothing serious, we just want your hair.” I raised an eyebrow at the man, nervously pulling at my red locks, “my hair?”

How long did it really take to do someone's hair? Because sitting in the hard wooden chair that made my ass ache, it felt like I had been sitting for hours. My hair wasn't even that long, it just fell below shoulder length, and the most the hairdressers had done was put a bunch of hair product in my hair then proceed to curl it. I tried not to show my impatience and instead sat quietly while Hoseok made funny faces at me while they put the finishing touches on his hair. From what Bang had told me they wouldn't be showing my face, and instead would be giving the Army a sneak peek into who I was. Which apparently was my hair. The hairdresser, a female who hasn't talked to me the whole time firmly tied a bow into my hair and gave my shoulder a pat. 

“You're good to go.” At her words, I practically jumped out of my seat bounding towards the camera ready to be up and moving. I stretched my sore joints watching as the seven boys all posed together, hugging and smiling. Even the cold, heartless Yoongi had a smile on his face. Each of the boys had a different color of the rainbow, Taehyung was red, Jin orange, Jungkook yellow, Hoseok Green, Jimin blue, Yoongi Pink and Namjoon Purple. After the photo shoot, they would all scramble colors and I would be the start of the rainbow with my red hair. 

“Good job boys, get changed while I take pictures of the girl.” I ignored the sting of annoyance at the photographer once he called me, ‘the girl.’ It wasn't like I had a name or anything. I walked over to the photographer and after some simple instruction like, ‘stand here,’ and ‘tilt your head,’ I prayed he was a better photographer then Lifetouch. After a few clicks and a gasp, I turned to find Bang looking on a monitor, “those look great Erik!” My cheeks suddenly got red while Yoongi and Hoseok approached the monitor, “dongsaeng these are really good.” I didn't really know why they were praising me, all I had done was stand there if anything the hairdresser should get the recognition. My eyes drifted to Yoongi who simply shrugged while glaring at the monitor. I tore my eyes from the scene when the photographer called out for Jimin, his assistants replacing the white background with an orange paper. I quickly exited knowing I wasn't needed only to be pulled in by the waist by another body, 

“(Y/N) take a picture with me.” Tae pointed a phone in front of his face and did his signature V sign that I had seen so much around the office in his pictures. “Why are we taking a picture?” I averted my gaze from the camera to Tae’s fluffy pink hair and instead of answering me he shushed me and told me to just do it. Instead of arguing I pouted before turning back to the camera and smiling at the iPhone. Tae took a few pictures before lowering the screen and smiling at the images, “(Y/N) what's your Instagram, I'll tag you.” I stared at the device in his hands and back up to Taehyung, tilting my head in confusion. “Instagram? I actually don’t have a phone.” Tae whipped his head up at me but before he could say anything Erik was calling for him. “Um, hold that thought.” He raced off towards the production team while I dumbly stared at the empty space in front of me, I used to have an iPod but one of the younger girls got ahold of it and ‘accidently’ put it in the blender when Katie was making a smoothie. She got adopted the next day so I couldn't really hold a grudge against her. Once I saw the boys taking more pictures I decided we wouldn't be going anywhere soon and decided to sit at one of the couches in the corner of the room. In hindsight that may not have been the best idea since I didn't get any sleep last night, and the couch felt really comfy. Sooner than expected I was laying on the couch, thankful that it was in a section away from prying eyes and fell asleep.

~

    My skins boiling, heating up like my blood’s a boiled toxin and my body is the cauldron. Sweat is dripping down my body and I'm overwhelmed by my dark surroundings. A ringing in my ears starts to gradually grow to a burning, merging with a primal scream that overflows my senses. The sound is urgent, desperate, a scream that only a young child could make. A scream of terror, of absolute fear, a scream that spoke ‘help me’ in bold letters that nobody cared to read. It doesn't take long for me to realize that the scream is one of my own, from my past. Images are bouncing around my sight, the banging on my door, the crying 10-year-old who hides under her bed. The shattering glass and blood dripping down my arm. I fall to my knees, covering my ears as if it could stop the sound. But I know the sound will never truly leave. Its marked into my ears like a tattoo, reminding me of who I am, what I am, and what I did.

    My eyes suddenly open, and in front of me is a confused looking Jimin, head tilted to the side. I'm immediately scrambling back to the other side of the couch noticing how close he was. 

“Are you ok?” I want to scream at his question, the pounding of my heart against my ribcage and the way I'm gasping for breath should prove that I'm not ok. I'm not ok.

“I'm f-fine.” I stutter, my voice is hoarse and dry. I lick my lips and suddenly I've never craved water so much in my life. Jimin's eyes widen slightly and he's tilting his head as if asking the question with his body language. 

“Are you sure?”

No.

“Yes. I'm fine, sorry, I just had a weird dream.” I stuttered, shifting my gaze from Jimin to see everyone packing up, none of the other boys in sight, thank God. “What time is it?” I ask groggily, rubbing at my eyes just as the bright lights of the studio start to blind me. “It's a little past five, we were going to get some dinner soon. Are you hungry?” Jimin's voice all of a sudden is so soft as if he could tell what just happened as if he's seeing through my facade. 

I hate it. 

“Yeah, a little bit.” I look down at my lap then notice the blanket over me. “Namjoon Hyung brought it, you looked so cold and one of the producers had a spare. You can just leave it here someone will grab it.” I nodded then gently folded it, placing it on the couch then standing up and following Jimin towards the elevator. There's a slight sway in my step and Jimin seems to notice because suddenly an arm is around my waist stopping me from falling to the ground. “Hey, wow be careful. You just woke up maybe sit down for a moment.” I nod, half processing his words and slump in the corner of the large elevator, eyes glazing over as I begin to process the dream.

“(Y/N) we’re here.” Jimin motions towards the open doors of the elevator and I quickly stand up, walking with Jimin towards the back entrance. I don't really know where I'm going, considering this was my first time in the building and I had only entered from the front entrance. So I decided to stick close to Jimin, “will there be cameras outside?” I pouted at my own question, not feeling ready for the bright lights and loud screams. He patted my head gently, mumbling something about how he loved that I was shorter than him before clearing his throat. 

“No this leads towards the private parking lot where the boys are.” He opens the door, leading to an indoor parking space. The lights giving an ominous glow and the only thought that enters my mind is how someone always dies in indoor lots during horror movies. A black limousine pulls up and the chauffeur is exiting quickly, opening the door for the two of us and I slide in, muttering a thank you. Once in the car, I find Namjoon once again furiously typing on his phone, and a giddy Jungkook practically jumping in his seat. “(Y/N), we were going to get take out from Panda Express, is that ok?” I nod, ignoring Tae whos doing a little dance in his seat, mumbling Panda Express. He must really like their food. “What do you want to order?” All of a sudden, a sense of drowsiness overtakes me and food is the last thing on my mind right now. “Um, actually I'm not that hungry, I feel really tired.” Everyone turns to me in worry, except for Yoongi, of course, whos ignoring me like usual. Jin reaches over from his seat gently touching my forehead but as soon as his fingers are touching my skin I'm flinching back, causing an awkward sound of my head hitting the seat to break the silence.

“(Y/N), we aren't going to..” Hoseok pauses as if looking for the right words and reality suddenly hits me (No pun intended.) I've been so obvious with the boys, letting them see right thru me, maybe I thought if they saw the real me they'd bring me back. Everyone eventually does. “You're safe with us, we aren't going to hit you.” I whimper at his words, and suddenly hate how I'm squished between Namjoon and Jimin, and how all of the attention was on me. I bite my lip so hard to keep tears from overflowing that the metallic taste of blood soon fills my mouth. I pray that the physical pain will somehow even out the emotional. Jungkook clears his throat, and I turn towards him. Both of his hands are behind his back and his giddy smile has morphed into a sad smile. “This probably isn't the best time, but we got you something.” He reveals a box from behind his back, with the words Apple iPhone XR on the side, and a red bow taped to the top. “You said you didn't have a phone so I thought we should get you one. You'll need it to communicate with us anyways.” I looked back in forth between the Tae and Jungkook, and suddenly tears are welling up in eyes from pure happiness. No one had ever done anything this nice for me before. 

“I've never owned a phone before. Are you guys sure? It looks expensive.” It comes out automatically and I don't miss the proud smiles gracing both their features. 

“Of course we're sure. It was my idea,” Tae unnecessarily adds in, causing Jungkook to give him a glare. 

“Seriously Tae,” he turns back to me, “I bought the bow.” Jin suddenly surges forward in his seat, 

“Hey! Who was the one who spent their money to buy her the phone? And who was the one that stopped Tae from accidentally buying her a Hello Kitty Phone? But did I take the credit? No!” Before the fight can escalate I start laughing, not just the chuckle from before but seriously laughing. I wipe my imaginary tears from my face looking at basically all of the boys, (except Yoongi who sneered at me but even his bad attitude wouldn't falter what I was about to say) “thank you so much.” I put as much genuinity as I can into the four words, not necessarily thanking them for the phone, but for the memories, they've given me. They seemed to actually like me.

Pairings: BTS x female reader, platonic love

Warnings: Language, domestic abuse (future), neglect 

A/N: Two updates in one day, yeet! Also, why do my gifs take so long to load?    I know this story is reader insert, but there's a set image for how the character should look so hopefully that's ok with you guys. It will make sense as the story goes on.  

Summary: It’s not blood that makes a family. It’s love. 

Masterlist 

When Bang PD had told the boys of his new promotion idea that he was sure would boost their fan base the boys didn't really know what to expect. Another fried chicken commercial, collaboration with other artists (especially if there foreign) or making their own brands of phones, all of which they had already done. In the past year, the BTS fanbase had been growing rapidly, in reply to there performance at the MMA’s, bringing attention to the group of seven. So they didn't really know what Bang had in store, and they definitely didn't expect the six words that would soon come out of his mouth. 

“I want you guys to adopt.” The room fell silent, the boys shared worried glances before Namjoon spoke up, 

“a dog?” Bang shook his head then announced that in a few days they would be heading to a local foster home to adopt a child, any gender of their choosing. The room went silent once again before Yoongi spoke up, 

“fuck no!” The rest of the boys shouted out similar profanities, all showing there dislike to Bangs idea. “Bang, I don't see how a child will help our career, if anything won't it make it worse, we won't be able to take care of a toddler or baby with our schedule and we'd barely be home. ” Bang shook his head at Tae, an unamused expression on his face. 

“Boys, I don't think you get it, a large part of our audience wants to see the parental version of BTS. They've already seen the bad boys, goofy boys, sweethearts...and you won't have to worry too much about them ruining your careers. You'll get an older girl or boy, one that can take care of themselves but is still cute and can represent a family like structure between the seven of you.” Jimin shook his head next to Yoongi, saying what they all were thinking, “I hate this idea.”

When the boys had gotten to the orphanage, it would be an understatement to say they weren't happy. If anything, the only person who seemed to be excited was Hoseok. The drive was uneasy, and Namjoon couldn't help but feel helpless watching as his brothers looked so defeated. Especially Yoongi, he was practically seething in his seat, and when they had finally reached the destination, Yoongi had nearly stomped into the building. Security stayed outside with the cameras and anxiously waiting fans, all dying to see who the new member of the BTS family would be. Thankfully that meant no cameras were coming inside the building, so the boys didn't have to stress about the added pressure of the public in their decision. Namjoon was the first one to enter, immediately taking into concern how small the building seemed for a group of kids. A middle-aged woman soon turned the corner, a bright smile on her face contrasting with the grey hairs poking out of her bun as she walked towards the seven boys. 

"Hi, you must be BTS. I'm Kate Anderson, the foster mother of these kids." She reached out a hand, and I gently took it and gave a gentle shake.

 "Hi, my names Namjoon, I'm the leader of the group." She nodded glancing over each one of us, 

"the kids are so excited to meet you guys. To be honest, it's been hectic this mourning." I ignored the scoff that escaped from Yoongi's mouth, followed by a grunt from him after Jin elbowed him in the ribs. His way of telling the younger boy to be nice. "When Mr. Bang contacted me he didn't give me much information on what you guys were looking for. Are you looking for a particular age group?" She gestured her hand towards a room filled with eleven or twelve kids, some were playing with toys, watching tv, or just talking to one another. My voice lowered in volume as I talked to the boys, 

"do you guys want to go talk to some kids while I talk to Mrs. Anderson?" The boys stayed frozen as if they had never been around children before. Countless times we had done promotional activities with kids, but now it felt so different. Knowing that we could only choose one kid and most of us didn't even want to follow through with this anyways. Tae left first, the rest slowly following in his footsteps. I turned my gaze to Yoongi who hadn't moved from his spot, while the rest of the boys had gone to talk to the other kids Yoongi stood next to me, arms crossed, and a glare on his face. Instead of arguing with him I turned to the women in front of me, "actually, I think we're interested in an older teenager." Her eyes widened, eyebrows raising, 

"really? Well, our oldest is sixteen," she trailed of eyes glancing over to Hobi. She was looking at a young girl, short around 5'3, (e/c) wide eyes, similar to a deer caught in headlights as she talked to Hoseok. Her red hair fell just below shoulder length, freckles and moles dotting her pale skin like constellations. "If you're interested in her you can have a private conference with her, but I would encourage you to indulge some other kids as well. Especially the younger ones." She pointed towards a younger boy, a pale brunette who looked no older than six, flung on Jungkook's back, giggling in joy as he spun him around. I turned to Yoongi, 

"can you tell everyone I want to talk to them." He grimaced at me but didn't argue, while I rubbed at my forehead a headache approaching. I had a bad feeling it was the first of many.

~

The seven boys sat behind a long chestnut table, a warm orangish yellow glow illuminating the room as Jacob got up from his chair waving at the boys before running out of the room. 

“I'm going to go get (Y/N),” Mrs. Anderson stood up from her chair in the corner, silently shutting the door as she left the room. 

“Hyung he was so cute,” Jungkook was the first to speak as he pulled on Namjoons shirt. 

“He did seem like a really good kid, but remember Jungkook if we decide to adopt him it would be really hard to take care of him.” Jungkook pouted at Namjoons words but Jin was quick to interrupt, 

“hold on before we talk about that let's just focus on (Y/N), and then decide what would be best for them, and us.” The door then opened revealing the two girls, an annoyed look on Mrs. Andrews face and a nervous one on the young girls. As soon as she sat down Namjoon was quick to introduce himself and his fellow members.

“I'm (Y/N), but you probably, already know that,” Tae quietly chuckled at the girl's answer, and Jin noticed her nerves and tried his best to make her comfortable. “So, what do you like to do?” Jin spoke up, giving her one of his worldwide handsome smiles. “Well before I came to the orphanage I liked to dance, but I had to stop when I got here.” Hoseok perked up, “really I love to dance.” None of the boys really knew what to do next, Jacob was such a ball of energy that he had been leading the conversation, but with the (Y/N), they had to carry a conversation. Yoongi didn't let up his glare but noticed a similar look form on the younger girls.

“Okay, so thanks for meeting with me, but why am I still here. There's a bunch of younger, cuter kids that I'm sure the press would love to photograph you with-”

“(Y/N)!” Katie stood up from her seat giving the girl a firm look, the members noticed with surprise how she brushed the deadly look off. 

“Seriously though why are you wasting your time with me. You barely seem interested in this conference, and most of you have looked miserable since you walked into the building.” Yoongi stiffened in his seat, knowing she was talking about him, especially when Jin gave him a glare. “I'm sure your fans don't want to see you with a teen girl anyways. James is a really good kid and he deserves so much better than this hell hole.” She stood up from her chair quickly and rushed out of the room, the members sat frozen in there seats all shifting uncomfortably and turning their attention to Mrs. Andrews who let out an agitated sigh. “I'm so sorry” she sighed before coming to sit where (Y/N) had been previously, two folders being pushed across the table to them. 

Pairings: BTS x female reader, platonic love

Warnings: Language, domestic abuse (future), neglect 

Summary: It’s not blood that makes a family. It’s love. 

Masterlist 

There was a total of twelve kids living in the orphanage, and as soon as Katie announced that a K-pop group known as BTS would be visiting to adopt one of us all hell broke loose. Everyone was running around, putting their best clothes on or grabbing their favorite toy while Katie frantically cleaned. Sweeping the floors, vacuuming the rugs, and even spraying some lavender perfume that she only used on special occasions. Vans of news reporters started to line up outside, cameras and microphones being set up, and it quickly became clear to me how this was a publicity stunt, and that the group was probably adopting for charity or to get a bigger fan base. I begged Katie to let me go to my room and hide since there was no chance that they would choose me over a little boy or girl. But, apparently, there were these things called ‘laws’ that prohibited a child to be locked away during a viewing. A viewing was basically all of us kids in one room chilling, playing, and future parents could talk to kids and mingle by getting to know them. Sometimes if they really liked you they would ask for a private conference. Which was basically the parents interviewing the child in a room alone. I had seen the process countless times, even gone through it. I shivered at the thought of my previous adopted parents, how they all seemed so nice when I first met them. But, when I went home with them the masks wore off, and all I could see was the abusers, child rapers, and manipulators.

I felt a tug on my sleeve, looking down I found James giving me a gummy smile, "are you excited, (Y/N)? There's a lot of people outside. What if I get to be on TV?!" I smiled at the excited 5-year-old, scooping him up and spinning him around as he yelped and cheered, "maybe. Just don't forget about me when you're famous". Katie then ushered all the kids into the living room, telling us to act casual as screaming and yelling erupted from outside. I took a moment to look around the room of boys and girls, I was the oldest and James was the youngest. The rest fit between the ages of six to thirteen. Knowing that the group was a band and had public eyes on them I assumed they would go for the cute portion, probably a girl. I turned my head to six-year-old Sarah, playing with James, assuming they would choose between the two. "Are you looking for a particular age group?" Katie's voice flooded my ears, a slightly higher tint to it than normal, which always happened when she talked to people who wanted to adopt. I turned towards the voices, spotting the seven bodies entering the room. The boys looked around their twenties, different expressions ranging on there faces, from excited, nervous, and agitated as they stepped into the room. I raised an eyebrow at the strange group, they looked so out of place and confused in the room full of kids. All pretty, young faces that didn't look ready to take on the task of raising a child. One boy with brown hair and a red supreme headband walked over to Sarah, sitting down with her and starting a conversation with the little girl. A few of the other boys followed in his footsteps, finding a child to talk to while two of the older looking boys stayed back to talk to Katie. I turned towards James, frowning when I saw that none of the boys were talking to him, “Hey James,” I scooted next to him pointing towards one of the younger boys who I assumed was in the band, his face was round and chubby, black hair slightly falling into his eyes. “Go ask him his name.” James nodded before skipping over to the man, I smiled at the scene, the boy had so much courage to talk to these strangers with so much excitement.

I jumped suddenly, as someone poked my shoulder, turning around I found a man with an oval face, orangish brown hair and a bright smile on his face. “Hi, I'm Hoseok, what's your name?” His voice had a slight accent to it as if English wasn't his first language, and I then took notice of how all of the seven boys did not look American. I looked left then right, raising an eyebrow then pointing to myself, as if asking if he was really talking to me. His eyes crinkled in a silent laugh as he nodded his head. My eyes widened, and I had never been so starstruck before, why was he talking to me? It felt as if I was choking on the air for a good 30 seconds before I answered, “Um, I'm (Y/N).” He gave me a reassuring smile, clearly sensing my nervousness when talking to him. “How old are you?” Before I could answer his question one of the boys who had been talking to Katie came up behind him. “Hoseok, Namjoon says he wants to talk to us.” He glanced over at me, a look of annoyance crossing his face while Hoseok simply waved goodbye to me. I looked towards the rest of the boys who were all filing towards one boy, clearly the leader of the group. Soon all of them filled out of the room towards the conference room. Katie stayed behind, talking to James, then walking towards me. 

“Are they going to adopt him,” I shifted my head towards James, and she just gave me a nervous smile. “Actually they wanted to have a conference with him...and you.”

“What!” I shouted, getting some weird looks from some other kids, “they barely even talked to me why do they want to conference with me?” She shrugged, turning her head then answering, 

“maybe they see something in you” 

“You're lying.” 

I said quickly, “you don't make eye contact with people when you lie.” She whipped her head towards me, a scoff on her face, “just get ready, after they talk to James they'll want to talk to you.” She stomped away grabbing James hand and leading him towards the conference room.

    After fifteen minutes of James talking to the boys, he had left the room, a bright smile on his face and skip in his step. But, even his happiness couldn't cheer me up. My thoughts ran wild with what could happen if they choose me over James, could I really do that to him? Leave him here when I'm sure they could provide a much better life than the orphanage could. Soon Katie was standing in front of me, impatiently tapping her foot and beckoning me towards the conference room. Wiping my sweaty hands on my leggings I entered the room, shocked to see all seven men so close up. That's when I noticed why there were so many people outside, these guys were seriously attractive.

I took a few steps forward, sitting in the warmly lit room across the table from the group. Katie went to the corner, taking a seat and pulling out a clipboard to take notes on. The room was dead silent for a moment, before one of them spoke up, “hi, I'm Namjoon, this is Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, Jin, and I think you've met Hoseok.” Each of them either sent me a wave, smile, or glare. Nice. “I'm (Y/N), but you probably, already know that,” I spoke, trailing off at the end.

“So, what do you like to do?” One of the older looking ones spoke up from the seven, giving me a reassuring smile, Jin I think. “Well before I came to the orphanage I liked to dance, but I had to stop when I got here.” Hoseok instantly smiled, 

“really I love to dance.” Despite the awkward tension Hoseok was able to almost make up for it with his kind energy, almost. Another silence filled the room, I glanced towards Katie, watching as she opened her mouth but I quickly beat her to it. “Okay, so thanks for meeting with me, but why am I still here. There's a bunch of younger, cuter kids that I'm sure the press would love to photograph you with-”

Pairings: BTS x female reader, platonic love

Warnings: Language, domestic abuse (future), neglect

A/N: Thanks for all the positive feedback so far guys!

Summary: It’s not blood that makes a family. It’s love.

Masterlist 

When I ran out of the room, the first place I went to was the attic. Meeting with the boys had made me realize how stupid I was. I was sixteen years old and still living in the orphanage, it was stupid to think I could rely on Katie, it was stupid to think I could be adopted before I became an adult, it was stupid to think I could have a family. I shook my head as if the action itself could get rid of my thoughts, grabbing an old black backpack that still smelled of weed and cigarette smoke from the last home I had been in. Throwing my clothes, toothbrush, some other necessities I found on the floor, and a blanket into the bag, I quickly zipped it up rushing to open the door only to find Katie on the other side.

 “Katie?” I asked as she gave me an annoyed look then spotted the bag on my back. Her gaze softened and she leads me towards my bed, 

“(Y/N), honey I know it's frustrating living here, but you can't lash out on your potential adopters. Or run away from your problems.” She attempted to put a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off, 

“why would they even choose me? What if they do and James starts to hate me because he thought he was going to get adopted?” James was one of my only friends here and to think he would hate me made my heart clench. 

“He won't hate you if anything he’ll be happy for you.”

“But if they choose me I'll hate myself” 

~

    I sat on the couch in the living room, backpack thrown on the ground and Uno cards in my hand as I played with James. Katie was busy talking to the seven boys so to try and calm my nerves we decided to play the stupid card game,

“I won,” James yelled throwing down his last yellow card, jumping up and running around the room with his arms thrown in the air. Katie then appeared in the corner of the room, a smile on her face as she watched our interaction. “James why don't you go give (Y/N) a hug goodbye,” I froze at her words, waiting for the punch line of the joke to come, but it never did. James ran up to me jumping into my arms, 

“(Y/N) that's so exciting!” he gave me a bright smile that slowly started to fade as he squeezed me tighter, “don't forget about me.” My eyes widened at his word as I wrapped my arms around his waist, “never.”   

Katie and I walked side by side into her office, the seven boys immediately stopped chatting as they saw us enter. Katie ducked behind her desk, pulling out a stack of paperwork and handing it to Namjoon. “You just need to fill these out and we've already done a background check so you'll be free to go.” I watched as he winced at the large packet in front of him, distributing the papers between the seven of them. 

“Who knew kids came with so much paperwork?” He nervously chuckled, some of the boys joining in. But when he noticed that Katie and I weren't laughing he stopped then cleared his throat. I gripped my backpack strap tighter questions running through my mind, why would they choose me? The only thing that kept me sane was knowing that they would sooner or later bring me back, no one wanted a teenager. Because there were so many of them they were able to finish the paperwork in under ten minutes. They all stood up from there seats glancing at me, "don't you need to go pack?" The younger looking one, Jungkook I think, asked. Shaking my head I replied, "I have all my stuff." Their eyes widened slightly as if they couldn't believe I could fit all my belongings in the small backpack. Thankfully they dropped the subject and Katie led us towards the door, I slipped on my torn black and white sneakers then turned towards Katie as she enveloped me in a hug. 

"Hey, don't give up on them so easily. Give them a chance maybe you'll like it." I nodded at her words, but deep down I knew it would never work. 

"We should probably get going" Namjoon spoke, glancing down at his phone and typing something before tucking it in his pocket. "I'll be driving so there's enough room for us." I turned to Katie one last time, giving her a small wave just as Tae opened the door. Screams suddenly filled my ears, high pitched cries of 'I love you', and flashes of bright cameras blinded me as the boys had stepped outside. But as soon as they saw me, everything seemed to go quiet. I stood fixed in my spot staring at the large men, who I assumed were security guards, groups of fans on the sidelines and press with cameras and writing pads. Then, everyone seemed to start yelling at once, louder than before, and if it wasn't for someone's hand grabbing mine and leading me towards a large black ford I wouldn't have been able to move. I looked down spotting Jin's hand, and before I could pull away he was opening the car door. I jumped in quickly just as another flash went off, and voices of reporters screamed out questions. Shuffling into the backseat of the car I clenched my backpack to my chest, breathing became a struggle as my eyes started to blink rapidly as if the bright flashes were still there. The slam of the car door caused me to jump as all the boys filled in.  Taehyung sitting closest to me, and Jungkook next to him while Jin, Jimin, and Hoseok sat in the middle, Namjoon driving, and Yoongi sitting in the passenger seat. 

“Sorry, we probably should have warned you about them,” Jin spoke from the row in front of me, “we love our fans but they can get really overwhelming,” Tae spoke giving me a gentle smile while Yoongi hissed out from the front, “especially the press.” I cleared my throat, licking my lips before speaking, “so, um, where are we going?” Namjoon locked eyes with me in the rear view mirror, “were actually heading towards our apartment in Seoul, that's where you'll be living.” 

   The trip to their house was long, especially considering that Seoul was only an hour away, but the car ride felt like hours. I had pressed my body as tight to the window as possible, discreetly trying not to touch Tae. “We don't bite (Y/N).” I nervously looked at the two who had bright smiles on their faces, and instead of being put at ease I only tensed further. “So you guys are a band,” wow way to state the obvious (Y/N), “you must be pretty famous, what type of music do you guys produce?” “Have you never heard of us before?” Jungkook asked while I shook my head no. “Were a Kpop group so are songs are a combination of English and Korean lyrics.” Jhope spoke up from the seat in front of me. “That's cool,” I added, sinking in my chair when no one tried to continue the conversation. Jimin then let out a sigh of relief mumbling a ‘thank God, we're here,’ which only slightly stung. I was the last one out of the car, struggling to hop over the seats and not trip over my own two feet. But as soon as I was stable on the concrete, a surprised gasp was leaving my lips at the house, scratch that mansion in front of me. Ivy and ferns grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. Thick, lushes trees, swaying gently in the chilly winter wind. At its threshold stood the delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic as it resonated in the surrounding silence. “Seriously?” I asked, turning to the boys only to find that I was standing alone in front of the house, whipping my head around I found most of them already walking inside. “Cmon (Y/N), we'll show you your room.” I hesitantly nodded, jogging over to him and into the building. The inside of the mansion was even more awe-striking then the outside. Pieces of abstract art hung from the white walls that contrasted to the wooden flooring. 

“Why don't we take you up to your room then we can give you a house tour?” Tae started leading me towards the stairs rushing up a flight as I awkwardly tried to keep pace with him. Once I reached the top of the stairs, the floor opened up to a large living room like area, plasma tv, and leather couches placed in the middle of the room, dividing to a small hallway that connected to four rooms. “Your room is the second one on the left,” He leads me far down the corridor and opened a door to reveal a gorgeous room, complete with a restroom, queen bed, desk, ottoman, and closet. Gasping as I walked in I softly sit on the bed, dropping my backpack and running my hands over the soft blankets, marveling at the beautiful room. The room itself was bigger than the living room at the orphanage. I had never had my own room before. 

“Sorry it's not much, we didn't want to decorate it in case you didn't like it. But maybe we can get some room stuff this weekend.” 

 Tae purposely left out the part that the boys didn't want to be decorating a room for a child that none of them wanted. 

Pairings: BTS x female reader, platonic love

Warnings: Language, domestic abuse (future), neglect, Yoongi being a bitch

A/N: Sorry it's short 

Summary: It’s not blood that makes a family. It’s love.

Masterlist 

When the aroma of spicy ramen first hit my nose, my mouth immediately started to drool, and I couldn't help but grab at the plastic cup and metal fork that Tae handed me, and after a few minutes of awkwardly shoving my face full of noodles while the boys watched they brought up the idea of a house tour.

“Can I bring my ramen with me?”

They brought me towards the entrance of the building, an open space that separated into two parts, a dining area and another room full of couches and a coffee table. 

“That over there is the dining room that we never use. I think I've eaten in it once when we all celebrated an early Thanksgiving with each other.” Some of the boys chuckled at Namjoons words while I contently ate my food. 

“That's just another chill place to hang out.” He led me back towards the kitchen area where I had been given my ramen, turning to the left. The next room had high roofs, several couches scattering the surface that corresponded to the modern, white, black and grey theme.  A large tv was attached to the wall, fireplace to its right.  A  modern chandelier hung from the ceiling. A black 3D shaped figure connected to cylinder glass light bulbs pointing upwards. J-hope then plopped down onto one of the couches, 

“all of us have our own rooms down that hallway excluding me and Jimin who share a room."  He pointed towards another open hallway, and that's when I took notice of the missing boys. I hadn't seen Jimin or Yoongi since we had gotten out of the car. 

“Except for Jungkook whos upstairs across from you, as well as the washer/dryers, and closest for sheets and blankets.” Just as he finished speaking one of the doors down the hallway was thrown open then slammed shut. My feet left the ground in a small jump, and I bit my lip to stop the whimper that was ready to escape.

“Suga, come join us were just finishing up the house tour with (Y/N),” Jungkook spoke up taking a seat next to Hoseok on the couch. Grumbling was heard from the hallway before Yoongi entered, 

“honestly can I never get any peace and quiet in this house.”

Probably not since he lived with six other boys, and now a teenage girl. He glared as he spoke and I couldn't help but feel as if his words were directed at me. I shakily tried to break the ice, knowing we had not exactly gotten off on the right foot.

   “So is Suga one of your nicknames?”

“You don't get to call me that.” He shot back almost instantly causing my whole body to stiffen at the poison in his tone.

"Yoongi what the fuck? She hasn't even been here for twenty-four hours, and you're already starting this.” I looked over wide-eyed at Namjoon surprised he would stick up for me but also worried that I was already causing the group to fight. 

"Namjoon, stop pretending, we can all see through it. None of us want her-" The cup of ramen in my hand suddenly cracked from the way my grip increased on the fragile cup. A crack splits down the middle of the plastic. The boys went quiet, all turning to look at me. 

“I should um, go. Sorry, I guess." There was so much to be sorry for that I didn't quite know what I was apologizing for. The broken cup, not putting up a bigger fight at the foster home, or how I let a part of me think living with them could work. I swiftly left the room, being careful with the cup so that none of the juice would flow out. Thankfully I had eaten most of it, so there wasn't much left to make a mess. After throwing the cup in the trash, I ran up the stairs, softly shutting the door to my room and sliding down the frame.

To say I was on edge that night may have been an understatement. Night time was always worst in the past homes, one minute my foster parents would be telling me how happy they are to have me living with them, and the next they would burst through the door grabbing at my wrist and choking me so my scream wouldn't wake the neighbors. Some of them tried the moment I walked into their house, banging my head against the wall and demanding me to look at them. They all became so angry so quickly, whether or not they acted like it in public, and I remember one couple who came to the foster system when I was twelve. They were so friendly and made me smile, they seemed so curious in me, and only me. It might sound selfish but, I loved the attention. Living in foster care with a handful of other kids we were rarely talked to as real people rather than just a problem on a spreadsheet, with them I felt like a normal teenage girl. But as soon as I went home and saw the scattered beer bottles on the floor and the power-crazed look in both of their eyes, I knew it wasn't going to end well.

I sat up quickly from the bed. I couldn't let myself fall asleep when I was under a roof with seven boys. I rubbed my eyes just as they started to droop shut. Thinking water would help my tiredness I tiptoed out of the room in my black sweatpants and black and white foster care t-shirt. Walking down the stairs, and into the kitchen, I went to open one of the cabinets only to find that I couldn't reach the cups. Standing up on my tiptoes didn't help much either, and I tempted crawling on to the expensive looking counters just as a voice shocked me out of my thoughts.

"Need some help?" Gasping I whipped my head around, scurrying back from the counter at the male voice, 

"Oops, I didn't mean to scare you." Jungkook held his hands up as if to show he wasn't a threat then easily opened up the countertop causing a pout to form on my face. He pulled out a glass cup, chuckling at my reaction, then filling it with ice water. He walked over to hand it to me and I slightly flinched as he held it up. "Thanks" I mumbled, grabbing the cup from his hands, looking down I noticed his black sweatpants and grey t-shirt as well as his messy hair.

"Sorry if I woke you up," he shook his head, 

"actually I was wondering if you wanted to play overwatch with me." I tilted my head at him, raising an eyebrow questionably. 

“What's overwatch?" He gasped then grabbed my wrist that wasn't holding a cup and dragged me to the living room area. He jumped onto the couch in front of the tv, and I cautiously joined him. He grabbed a controller and then handed one to me, explaining that Overwatch was a shooting video game. After showing me how to play we were both aggressively tapping buttons, giving each other high fives, and cheering when we won different sections. All until Jungkook fell asleep around 2 AM.