#dreamescapeswriting

SEOKJIN:

When you’d woken up in Jin’s bed you were alone, it wasn’t a big deal. You’d been friends for years there’d been many times in the past when you would share a bed together only this time…you were naked. Jin was downstairs, you could hear him moving around the kitchen so you decided to get up and join him wondering if he remembered anything from the niht before. 

You perched on the edge of Jin’s pristine sofa, trying not to scream. You weren’t sure what had happened, who had kissed who first and what Jin remembered. Did he want you to leave? Did he regret any of it happening? More importantly where the FUCK was your underwear? You’d searched the bedroom high and low but it was like they’d upped and vanished. 

You were lost in thought as you felt around under the sofa for the thin piece of material.

“Hey,” Jin said way too casually, poking his head into the living room from the kitchen door,  “you like eggs, right? Let me cook for you. Take your time.” You noticed the way his eyes watched you and you instantly knew how your underwear had gone.

You narrowed your eyes before following him into the kitchen, his back to you as he focussed on the food in the pan.

 “Jin…” You trailed his name out and watched him, “Where are my panties?” He froze while flipping the omelette, his shoulders turned tense and you knew instantly it was him.

 “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He mumbled and you watched him, looking at the apron he was wearing before gasping. Sitting in the pocket, just poking out with the black thong you’d worn the night before,

“Seriously?!” You gasped, grabbing it and pulling it from him,

“I panicked!” he whined out. “You were gonna run, and I couldn’t let you go before I told you that last night wasn’t a mistake for me!”

You rolled your eyes… and stayed for eggs.

YOONGI:

The quiet tension in the room made your skin crawl. Yoongi sat at the table sipping coffee like he hadn’t just slept with his best friend of ten years. Like you hadn’t just woken up naked in his bed, curled up with one another and covered in love bites. God, you could still feel him inside of you, the way you were sore made your heart race.

You glanced around at the mess. Your clothes were all over the apartment, your jeans were in the porch, your shirt in the kitchen, it was clear you hadn’t just had sex once but all over his apartment. But there was one thought in your mind, your underwear was still missing.

You were sitting at the table with yoongi in nothing but one of his shirts since you hadn’t been able to find your panties. 

 “Have you seen my—”

“Nope,” he said fast…a little too fast. You looked up from the floor to him and narrowed your eyes. Yoongi never answered anything that quickly.

“Hmm, funny.” You whisper, watching him closer than before.

Five minutes later, you spotted a flash of lace sticking out of his hoodie pocket as he reached bent down to pick something up from the floor.

“Yoongi!” You hiss out as soon as you saw them.

“L-Listen! I didn’t want you to leave before I could talk. I didn’t know what to say, so I stalled.” He groans looking at the panties as he pulls them from his pocket and you snatched them back, whining as you hide them under your ass on the seat,

“With my panties?!” You squeal a little and he met your gaze, a serious expression on his face now,.

“I think I’ve been in love with you for years. I just didn’t want to lose you over one stupid night...I wanted us to talk properly before you ran..”

“So talk to me, don’t steal my panties like some perv,” You laugh a little and inch your chair closer to his, sipping on your drink as he nods and smiles, his cheeks turning bright pink.

HOSEOK:

“I was thinking of ordering breakfast, what do you think?” Hoseok asked as he walked toward the bedroom door, you hummed softly. Your head was buzzing from the hangover not to mention you weren’t sure if Hoseok was pretending last night never happened or if he was going along like it was normal.

“Or I can cook, I have food in.” He suggest, you nod and look around for your clothes. Sliding into one of Hoseok’s shirts like you usually did before you got up and stretched,

“Cook, ordering will take too long.” You hummed, and he nodded sliding out of the room and you continued to look around for your phone.

“Where the fuck, is it?” You grumble running your hands under the pillows on the bed when you found your panties.

“…What the actual hell, Hobi?!” Your voice carried all the way through to the kitchen where Hoseok winced, his shoulders practically up to his ears as you came running into the kitchen holding the panties he’d tried to hide. 

“Okay, wait, before you judge me—”

“Why were they under your pillow?! Were you gonna sniff them?!” You yell between laughter, you couldn’t help but find it funny at the thought of Hoseok hiding your underwear from you,

“W-What?! No! No! I’m not- T-That’s not-” He stutters and sighs, taking in a deep breath as he shook his head, taking the pan off the heat and turning to look at you. 

“I thought if you couldn’t find them, you’d stay long enough for us to talk…For me to tell you how in love with you I am.”

You stared at him, your heart was two seconds away from leaping from your chest and into his waiting hands.

“I’m an idiot,” he said, walking over to you with that devastatingly soft smile. His hand cupped your cheek and he ran his thumb along your bottom lip 

“But I’m a sincere idiot who’s been head over heels for you since last summer.” You bit back a smirk before tossing your panties in his direction,

“You could’ve just told me that instead of kidnapping my panties.” 

“I panicked!” he yelled out as you kissed him softly.

NAMJOON:

The night before came rushing back to you as you laid in the bed staring at the ceiling. Namjoon was snoring beside you but the night came back to you in glimpses - almost like a movie - the way Namjoon had hungrily pinned you to the wall after you’d flirted with him for most of the night. Heart pounding you raced to get out of the bed, grabbing your things and heading out of the room. 

You were almost at the bedroom door when you realized something was missing. Dress? Check. Phone? Check. Dignity? Questionable. Underwear? …Not check. Where the fuck was your underwear?!

Namjoon cleared his throat awkwardly behind you and you slowly turned to face him. Your heart was practically coming out of your chest as you felt your stomach roll,

“Looking for something?” he chuckles, nodding his head in the direction of his book case.

You turned, catching the edge of a pale pink waistband peeking from between a worn copy of The Art of War and a Nietzsche collection on his bookshelf and your jaw dropped. He’d stashed your underwear!?

“…Are my panties in your library, Namjoon?” You scoffed walking over to the shelf and sliding them out from the books, shaking your head at the creativity of hiding them.

He winced. “Okay, yes, but hear me out—I panicked. You were gonna leave and I—I didn’t know how to say don’t go.” You blinked at him as you made your way toward the bed, sitting beside him and arching a brow. 

“So you hid my underwear… with philosophy?”

“I thought it was poetic,” he mumbled, reaching out to hold your hands as he gently ran his fingers over your knuckles as he peeked up at you. “Also, I think I might be in love with you.”

“I think I might be in love with you too,” you whisper back to him, smiling shyly before squealing as he pulls you into the bed, peppering you with kisses all over your face.

JIMIN:

The two of you had woken up almost two hours ago and you’d been hunting for your underwear high and low. It was starting to feel as though your best friend had stashed the panties away on purpose.

“Okay, seriously. Where are they?” You quizzed, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips and raising your eyebrow at him. Jimin blinked innocently, giving you that soft smile he always gave someone when he was trying to get out of something. 

“Where’s what?” He asked, playing dumb but you gave him a flat look and folded your arms across your chest. It was that simple look from you that could make any of the boys fold. It was the one they told you was your “mum look”.

“D-Don’t give me that look…I have no idea-” He sighed as he stopped himself short, he knew he had no way out of this without admitting the truth. He’d woken up before you and stole your panties so he would have the chance to speak with you alone. Slowly reached into his hoodie pocket… and pulled out your panties.

“…Are you KIDDING me?” You laughed, stealing them from his hands and sliding them on under your shirt.

“I panicked!” he said, face going red, stammering over his words as he tried to justify what he’d done. “I thought you’d leave before we could talk and I just—It was dumb, I know, I’m sorry!”

You stared at him, trying not to laugh right in his face as you shook your head.

“I didn’t want last night to be just a one time thing...Okay?” He shook his head, he knew how stupid it must have seemed but it had been a long time since he’d had his crush on you.

“I’ve liked you forever, and I was worried that if I didn’t say it today then I never would.” You dropped yourself down beside him on the sofa and laid your head on his shoulder, 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You tell him, cuddling up to him as he smiles in relief, wrapping one arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer.

“I know,” 

TAEHYUNG:

“We should watch a film.” Was all Taehyung had said to you when the two of you woke up naked together. He didn’t say anything about it, he put the movie on and that should have been your first clue something was going on in his mind. He’d picked love rosie…a film about two friends eventually coming together in a relationship.

Was this his way of hinting at you?

Shaking your head you decided to ask him about it later and you tried to get closer to him. You were curled up in a blanket,trying not to make things weirder than him ignoring the blatant obvious of you two sleeping together but when you shifted and felt something lumpy in Taehyung’s pocket.

“Don’t.” He whispers but it was too late you’d already reached into his pocket sliding out the black lace panty and smirking to yourself as you saw them.

“…Taehyung.” You said slowly, his cheeks were already the colour of strawberries as he swallowed thickly.

 “Y-Yes?” He asked, glancing at you and you waved the panties in front of his face,

“Why are my panties in your pocket?” He looked at you, opening his mouth like he was goin to speak but he quickly closed it before looking at them. He knew he had to tell you the truth but he was also going to look like a weirdo about it.

“I love you?” he offered, smiling way too confidently for someone caught red-handed. You gawked at him, throwing them at his chest making him laugh as he caught them and smirked at you.

“Okay, it was also because I panicked. But mostly the love thing.” He grins bringing you into his chest as he squeezes you softly.

“You’re a fucking menace.” You hiss at him,

“You still love me though,” he winked.

JUNGKOOK:

Jungkook woke up long before you, remembering every single second he had you in his arms and he instantly knew what he was going to do. It was the only way he was going to be able to get you to stay long enough to talk to him about the night before. He practically shot out of the bed, planning on hiding just your jeans but he couldn’t find them. 

“Shit, shit shit.” He hisses before he spots the underwear at the bottom of the bed, he ripped them away and dropped beside the bed, not noticing as you began to stir.

“Hmm, Jungkook?” You whined, turning over and freezing when you caught him mid-squat by the bed, trying to sneak your underwear underneath it. Jungkook could have sworn he could hear every single sound in the house, the faint ticking of a clock, the water dripping from the tap as he waited for you to say something.

“Jungkook. What are you doing?” You grumbled, sitting up and clutching the bedsheets around your naked chest. He jumped, smacked his head on the underside of the bedframe, and stood with a guilty look and your panties balled in his fist.

“I—I didn’t want you to leave without talking to me first!” he rushed out so quickly you could barely get a word of what he said.

“Last night meant a lot and I was scared you’d just… go. So I—uh—detained you.”

“With underwear theft?!” You quizzed, staring at the underwear still in his hand. He rubbed the back of his neck with his other free hand and he gave you a sheepish grin.

 “...Yes?” The nervous chuckle fell from his lips but that was all it took for you to burst out laughing, holding your stomach as you shook your head.

“So you’re not mad?” He whispers as he sits on the edge of the bed, you smirk and look over at him,

“Well…That depends,” you said, crawling toward him and stealing your panties back from him. “You gonna talk or hide my bra next?”

“What are you doing in bed?” Chan grumbled a little harshly as he made his way over the windows throwing the curtains open and blinding you instantly as you let out a choked whine. 

“I’m sick.” You grumbled pulling the sheets over your head but it was as though he’d not heard you as he grabbed his bag and pulled his laptop free from his bag. You knew he’d been working harder than usual lately since their new album was dropping any second but this was somehow different to any other comeback stress you’d seen your boyfriend under.

He’d barely had time to look away from the screen to eat, let alone look at you and see the state that you were in and you didn't hate him for it. The two of you had an understanding that when he was so busy you weren't going to hear from him much, but knowing he was alive and eating was enough for you when he was in comeback mode. 

But it annoyed you as to why he was asking why you were home, you’d told him all week that you hadn’t been feeling well, texting him that you were home and for him to be quiet when he came in but all of the notifications were read but never replied to. Hell, you'd even asked him to pick you up some cold patches and he had. Had he forgotten you were sick that quickly?

You didn’t take it to heart since you knew he was busy but it started to grate you that he didn’t even act as though he cared that you were so sick. Not that you were doing it to gain his attention but to know your boyfriend cared wasn't too much to ask, was it?

Chan mumbled something you didn’t quite hear before slipping his headphones onto his head and starting to work on his laptop, you slowly peeked out from under the blankets and groaned as the sun felt like it was burning your eyes into raisins. 

“Fuck,” You grumbled reaching to the bedside cabinet for the sunglasses you’d kept nearby for when you had to venture to the bathroom and you slid them on slowly standing up. The clock on the wall said it was almost nine which meant you were once again not going to work and you needed to phone your boss.

“Have you seen my phone?” You mumbled out, searching around the bed for when you last saw it but it was nowhere in sight and it wasn’t even on the bedside cabinet either. You could have sworn you left it near you last night for when you were eventually going to need to use it again.

“Channie?” You asked out before tapping his shoulder and a very annoyed-looking Chan turned to look at you. There were bags under his eyes and you could bet he hadn't slept the night before,

“What?!” He bit out, staring at you and waiting impatiently for you to ask him whatever it was.

“Have you seen my phone? I need to call in sick.” You didn’t even react to his angry voice, you didn’t have the energy to.

“You’re calling in sick again?” Disbelief masked his tone as he turned his head back to look at the screen,

“I can barely move without feeling dizzy and I have this giant headache,” You groaned rubbing your temples a little before Chan pulled his headphones over his head.

Maybe he somehow thought you weren’t going to hear him but the next sentence made your heart break into a million tiny pieces,

“You need to get over yourself, there are people worse off that are still going to work.” At this point, between him not even acknowledging that you were sick and his words it felt as though your heart had just been put through a paper shredder and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

The response you had for him died in your throat when you saw him going straight back to working on his project. Somewhere inside of you, you knew that he was just acting out of stress but it didn’t stop the achingness you were now feeling inside of you. And maybe he was right? People did go to work when they were sick but you’d never been one of those people, you could barely function when a migraine came on and you would always take time off to start trying to feel better. 

So instead of phoning in sick you moved to the wardrobe very shakily, changed into some work clothes and carefully made your way out of the house and into the street. With how dizzy you were feeling you grabbed a cab not wanting to put anyone else or yourself in danger if you were to drive to work.

After a few hours of working in his room, Chan finally slipped off his headphones and smiled to himself pretty proud of how everything had come together. It was done and it was good, perfect even but he would never admit that. Everything was composed and edited and ready to be put into an album for review with the company and he couldn’t have been any happier with how it had gone. Now all he wanted to do was celebrate with you, go out and grab some food and then come back and do nothing for a few days since he would have some time off.

“Yn?! I finished, do you wanna go out and grab some food?” He called out as he walked out of the bedroom expecting to find you on the sofa but the house was quiet and cold and you were nowhere in sight. 

“Yn?” He tapped on the bathroom door before opening it and finding it empty and panic began to wash over him, if you weren’t in the house where were you? You should have finished work hours ago and been home long before now. Sprinting back to your shared room he grabbed his phone to check where you were and he had missed calls from unknown numbers and a few from the boys. But there was a blinking voicemail at the top of his screen.

“Hello Mr Bang, this is Doctor Kush from Seoul General Hospital, we have Miss Yln here and you’re listed as her emergency contact, please contact us again on this number.” Dread began to crush Chan like a ton of bricks and he tried calling your phone only it was going straight to voicemail, next he was calling the boys who appeared to be ignoring his calls. 

“I’m fine Lix,” You hissed trying to get out of the hospital bed but his hands kept pushing you back to lie down on the bed shaking his head at you. You'd wished they'd not called anyone but you'd been out cold so you couldn't tell them not to call anyone for you.

“I need to go to work, I’m fine.” It was a lie and you knew it but the words Chan had said to you kept bouncing around in your head and you couldn’t stop them. In a sick twisted way, your head was telling you to prove him right, that you could go it and go to work when you were sick and you couldn’t see just how wrong he was.

“I will ask them to sedate you if you don’t lay down right now.” Felix’s voice was stern and you stared at him with his unblinking eyes and knew that he was serious with his threat.

“What were you even thinking going to work?” after the hospital couldn’t get hold of Chan they’d called your second emergency contact in your phone which happened to be Felix who was a little overprotective of you. The two of you were close with one another and had been ever since you'd started dating Chan he was like a brother to you and you adored the relationship you had with him.

“I thought I felt better.” Felix didn’t believe it for one second as he noticed your top lip twitch and your nose wriggle, a clear sign that you were lying to him.

“And the real reason?” Felix stared at you and the two of you failed to notice that Chan was standing at the door and panting heavily out of breath. He'd been running from the car park and up the stairs since the elevators were taking too long for him to even get inside.

“There are people worse off than me that still go to work, so I should get over it and go.” The words drove a knife through Chan’s chest, almost as much as seeing you hooked up to an IV did and he felt as though he was going to throw up.

He hadn’t expected you to hear him and he didn’t even know why he’d said it to you, it wasn’t as though he’d meant it - not to you at least, never to you. 

Of all people, Chan knew just how bad your migraines got to you but he’d just been so stressed with work and he’d been hearing people complain about how sick they were, too sick to help him edit the album and he snapped. It was wrong and he was going to make it up to you every second of every day for the rest of his life if you let him.

“Yn, I’m sorry.” You and Felix’s heads snapped in his direction and you quickly looked down at your hands on the bed, you didn't want to face him right now or for a while at least. It pained you to think of everything he'd said back at home,

“What happened?” Chan asked you but you refused to even look at him so Felix stepped in, clearing his throat as he told Chan everything that the doctors had told him.

“She passed out at work and fell down a flight of stairs,” Felix explained and you grimaced a little. You'd just made it inside the building and got to your floor before passing out, part of you was thankful it wasn't in the street since that would have been even more embarrassing. 

“What?!” Chan's eyes widened as he stared at you, searching for any signs of broken bones or injuries but you were just laid in bed with an IV in your arm.

“She’s fine, her migraine is worse so they're treating her with acetaminophen and she has a sprained ankle but it could have been a lot worse.” It could have been, Right now you would have given anything to still be passed out so you didn’t have to face Chan but you knew it was inevitable.

“I’ll give you some time alone.” The door to your room slid shut and you slowly looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you with tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry-” Chan tried to say but you didn't want to hear it,

“Save it.” You hissed out, staring at him as he shook his head as if he was trying to find the words to say.

“But I am, I’ve just been-”

“Stressed?” You finished with a scoff, you wanted to shake your head but any movement you made honestly made you feel as though you were going to fall over again. 

“I’ve heard the same excuse time and time again Chan and it’s getting harder for me to forgive every time,” Your voice cracked as you got the words out and Chan sat on the chair beside your bed, holding your hand in his as he ran his fingers over your skin.

“I was spiteful and rude. I took out my anger from everyone else on you and it’s not fair.” He admitted,

“True.” You mumbled as he lifted your hand to his lips and softly placed a kiss on your skin, smiling weakly as he thought about it. There were going to be no words he could even express to tell you how sorry he was,

“Everyone at work had been calling in sick when they were fine and I just snapped. It was wrong and nasty but I just-”

“Let the dame break and I was collateral damage?” You mumbled bitterly before looking at him and he nodded at you slowly.

“And I will do everything I can to make it up to you.” You smirked a little at the thought of what you could get out of him and he watched you closely,

“Spoiler for the new album?”

“Anything but that.” He groaned, you knew he would never be allowed to no matter how much you begged.

“Take me home?” You knew he was sorry for what he’d said and it was still going to take a while before you got over it but all you wanted right now was to go home and be in his arms.

“I’ll talk to your doctor.” He whispered before gently kissing the top of your head and walking out of the room to go and find someone who knew your case.

Since coming home from the hospital Chan had been a completely different person toward you, work was wiped completely from his mind and he had been caring for you every second of the day. The night you'd come home from the hospital he'd run you a bath but used a baby thermometer to check that the water wasn't too hot for you to get into and wouldn't let you bathe alone.

The whole time he'd been there, he'd washed your body for you and helped make sure your hair didn't get wet. After that, he'd taken you to bed where he got you a warm hot water bottle to place on your ankle and changed it to ice whenever he needed to.

Now was no different, besides the fact that you felt completely fine and well enough to go back to your normal day-to-day business.

“You know I feel fine now right?” You asked as Chan tucked you into a blanket on the sofa and placed a hot drink on the table that was within arm's reach of you. 

“I just want to make sure.” He mumbled as he pushed play on your comfort film and went to go and get his own hot drink.

“Chan, the doctor gave me the all-clear four days ago.” you reminded him but he pouted at you in response making you giggle at him. You knew he was sorry for the way he had treated you and this was one of the only ways he was able to make it up to you so you were doing your best to let him.

“I love you,” You told him as he cuddled up under the blanket with you, holding your hand before squeezing it softly.

“I love you too.” He whispered, holding you close to him not wanting to let you go for even a second.