#ot7 drabble

HEESEUNG

The cold settles into the apartment differently at night. You feel it the most when you slip into the bedroom, the air biting at your skin, making you shiver before you’ve even reached the bed.

Heeseung notices immediately. He always does.

He’s already half-asleep, curled under the comforter with his hair mussed and his breathing slow. But the second you lift the corner of the blanket, he stirs, eyes blinking open, soft and heavy, finding you instantly even through the dark.

“Cold?” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

You don’t even get a chance to answer before he’s reaching for you, one arm sliding around your waist, the other guiding your face into the warm curve of his throat. His body heat is immediate, melting, the kind that seeps straight through your bones.

Heeseung exhales a quiet, relieved sound and pulls the blanket higher around both of you.

“Should’ve come to bed sooner,” he whispers, lips brushing your forehead. “You know I run warm.”

You breathe against his collarbone, letting the warmth swallow you up. His thumb traces slow circles into your back, tendrils of heat curling wherever he touches, grounding you in that lazy, affectionate way he only ever shows when it’s just the two of you in the dark.

Your cold foot brushes his shin and he flinches, then groans dramatically.

“You’re freezing,” he mumbles, but he’s already hooking a leg around yours, tugging you even closer until you’re practically tangled beneath him. “Come here. Like—here. All the way.”

He positions you exactly where he likes you: chest to chest, your head tucked beneath his, his arms wrapped tight like he’s trying to shield you from winter itself.

His heartbeat evens out. His breathing slows. You feel the warmth settle between you, lazy and soft and impossibly safe.

Heeseung presses one last kiss into your hair, his voice fading into that half-conscious place where he’s too tired to think and too in love to hide it.

“Stay right here,” he whispers. “I sleep better when you’re here.”

He’s asleep again before you can respond—still holding you, still wrapped around you, still radiating heat like he was made to thaw you out.

JAY

The bedroom is dim except for the faint spill of hallway light streaming under the door, just enough to paint him in soft edges when you slip inside. Jay’s already curled up on his side, one arm tucked beneath his pillow, hair falling over his forehead in that perfect, unfair way he manages even while asleep.

You try to climb in quietly. Really, you do.

But the mattress dips, your teeth chatter once—once—and his eyes open instantly.

He lifts his head. “You’re shaking.”

It’s not a question; more of an accusation, really.

Before you can protest, Jay’s sitting up, grabbing the comforter with one hand and reaching for you with the other. He moves with that efficient, purposeful gentleness of his.

“Come here,” he mutters, guiding you toward him until you’re tucked directly against his chest. “Why are you this cold? Did you forget your sweater again?”

You open your mouth to deny it, but he gives you a look—soft, raised brow, the one that tells you he already knows the truth and he’s only letting you speak for the theatrics.

You sigh. “It’s in here, I didn’t wanna wake you up by coming in to get it…”

Jay exhales through his nose, something like a laugh, and buries his hand beneath the blanket. His fingers find your waist, sliding over icy skin, and he winces like he’s just been electrocuted.

“Jeez,” he says quietly. “You should’ve told me you were cold, I coulda warmed you up.”

You snort against his chest, and Jay pretends he didn’t smile.

He pulls the comforter higher around your shoulders and then wraps himself around you fully—arms tightening, legs hooking over yours, chest firm and steady at your back. His warmth is slow but heavy, radiating the way he always does, like he’s built for this exact moment.

You feel him settle behind you, his chin resting in your hair.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, his voice barely awake now.

He rubs your arms in slow strokes—long, even lines that pull the cold out of your skin inch by inch. Every so often, he tucks the blanket closer around you, making sure there isn’t a single draft slipping in.

Eventually, when your shaking finally eases, he presses a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Better?” he murmurs. You nod, and Jay relaxes, pulling you tighter.

“Good,” he breathes, already fading back into sleep. “Next time, just take one of my hoodies. It’s why I buy so many.”

He falls fully asleep like that; arms locked around you, body shielding yours from the cold, warmth settling over you in quiet, steady waves.

JAKE

Jake’s the kind of warm that feels alive. He’s got a soft, humming heat that radiates from his skin like he’s permanently sunlit. So the moment you slip into the room, wrapped in the kind of chill that makes your fingers numb, he notices before you even speak.

He’s sprawled diagonally across the bed, blanket half-kicked down, hair a fluffy mess against the pillow. The heater’s doing absolutely nothing, breath visible in the air, but Jake? Jake looks like he could sleep through a snowstorm.

You nudge him gently. “Jake?”

He groans, turns toward the sound of your voice—and as soon as his hand brushes your wrist, he jerks fully awake.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, horrified. “You’re ice.”

You laugh, but your teeth click together, and his expression twists.

“No. Nope. Come here.”

He pulls the blanket back with one hand and reaches for you with the other, tugging you into the warm circle of his body like he’s reeling in a runaway pillow. You land half on his chest, and Jake wraps himself around you immediately—arms, legs, everything.

You let out a soft gasp at the abrupt heat, and he shushes you tenderly, nuzzling his cheek into the top of your head.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice still thick from sleep. “Just—just stay right here a minute.”

His hands wander under the blanket, rubbing warmth into your arms, then your waist, then down your thighs. Each touch is lazy and familiar, the kind of instinctive affection Jake gives without thinking, like breathing.

After a moment, he pauses.

“…you’re still cold…?”

You mumble something about it being fine, but Jake’s already adjusting, pulling the comforter up to your ears and lifting his knee to tuck it in around your hip. He shifts again, tucking your feet between his calves, and hums in satisfaction when you shiver at the contact.

“Better,” he says definitively, like he’s solved winter.

His hand finds your cheek, thumb stroking lightly. You can feel him smiling, soft and sleepy, as your body finally starts to thaw against his.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “This is much better, isn’t it?”

You bury your face against his chest, warmth sinking into you like a slow sunrise. Jake’s breathing evens out, deep and steady, the kind that always lulls you into matching him.

When you finally stop shivering, Jake lets out a tiny, relieved sigh.

“See?” he mumbles. “Told you I could help.”

He’s half-asleep again by the end of it, arms locked tight around you, blanket tangled around both your bodies, keeping the cold as far from you as possible.

SUNGHOON

The room feels colder than it should, brushing against your skin sharply. You slip inside anyway, shutting the door behind you, hoping Sunghoon’s already asleep so you won’t wake him.

He isn’t.

He’s lying on his back, one arm under the pillow, phone dim and abandoned beside him. His eyes lift the moment you enter, dark and soft in the low light.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod, but the way your your arms are wrapped around yourself gives you away. Sunghoon sits up without hesitation, blanket falling from his chest in a slow cascade.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

You crawl in next to him, and he reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist, guiding you until you fit neatly against his side. His arm slides around your shoulders, slow and secure, pulling you under the blanket with him.

His warmth hits you all at once. Gentle and steady and somehow so much stronger than his cool exterior ever suggests.

“You’re freezing,” he says, voice quiet with concern.

Your forehead finds the seam of his collarbone, and he exhales, long and soft, like the tension leaves him the moment he feels you settle. He shifts again, tucking the blanket higher, angling his body so more of him is pressed against you.

Without meaning to, you shiver.

Sunghoon’s grip tightens instantly. “Hey,” he breathes, “come closer.”

You already are, but he pulls you in gently by the waist until there’s no space left between you. His legs slot around yours, his nose brushing your temple as he settles into the new position.

“That’s better,” he whispers, sounding almost relieved.

His thumb draws lazy circles into your arm, slow enough to make your eyelids heavy. The cold recedes with each passing second, replaced by the soft press of his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.

Sunghoon isn’t loud about comfort—he never has been. But the way he holds you now, warming every place your skin meets his, feels like its own quiet confession.

“You have to tell me when you’re cold like this,” he murmurs, voice warm and almost shy. “I don’t like seeing you shake.”

You nuzzle closer, and he lets out a small, barely-there laugh—the kind he only gives you when he’s too tired to hide it.

“There you go,” he whispers. He presses a soft kiss to your hair, then another.

“Closer,” he repeats, even though you’re already curled into him completely.

Your eyes slowly flutter closed, and you feel the warmth wrapping around you like a weighted blanket, drifting to sleep.

SUNOO

The second you open the bedroom door, a wave of warm air greets you; it’s soft, sweet, almost golden. Sunoo has the heater on, the fairy lights humming softly, the blankets stacked in fluffy layers like he’s preparing for a blizzard

He looks up from where he’s curled beneath the comforter, cheeks flushed, hair messy in the cutest way. “You’re finally here,” he says, voice soft and bright at the same time. Then his smile falters a little. “Honey…?”

“What?”

He squints at you—eyes narrowing, lips pushing into a pout. “I can see your lips are turning blue from over here.”

Before you can explain, he’s already shoving the comforter open and holding his arms out in a dramatic sweep.

“Come,”

You laugh, but the cold clings stubbornly to your skin, and the promise of his warmth is impossible to resist. As soon as you slip under the blankets, Sunoo wraps himself around you like he’s been waiting all night, arms circling your shoulders, legs tucking around yours, nose brushing your cheek in a soft nuzzle.

The warmth hits instantly, blooming over your skin in slow waves.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, pulling back just enough to press his hands to your cheeks. “You’re actually freezing. Why were you walking around like this?”

You try to defend yourself, but Sunoo cuts you off with a tiny scolding noise and pulls you flush against his chest again. His hands slip under the blanket, rubbing your arms with quick, determined strokes.

“We’re fixing this,” he declares, voice gentle but firm. “Right now.”

You melt into him, letting his warmth stretch across your back, your hands, your neck. His skin glows against yours, always warm like he carries his own little sun beneath the surface.

“You’re tense,” he whispers, noticing the way your shoulders tremble. His fingertips trace light patterns down your spine, soft and tender. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

Another shiver runs through you, and Sunoo tightens his hold instantly, pulling the comforter over your head like he’s protecting you from the world.

“Perfect,” he hums when you settle. “See? Much better. You’re warming up already.”

You tilt your face toward his, and he meets you halfway, brushing a soft kiss across your forehead—warm, lingering, loving.

“Next time,” he says quietly, “you come to me right away, okay? I like taking care of you.”

He tucks you closer, sighing contentedly as the cold finally slips away.

“Just stay with me,” Sunoo murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll keep you warm.”

JUNGWON

Jungwon always sleeps curled up on his side, arms tucked close, blanket pulled to his chin. He looks small like that, peaceful, the soft rise and fall of his breathing barely disturbing the quiet of the room.

You try to slip into bed without waking him, but the cold radiating off of your skin gives you away. The mattress shifts. You freeze. And then—

“…y/n?”

His voice is thick with sleep, warm in the dark. He blinks up at you, eyes fuzzy, hair a soft halo around his face.

“You’re cold,” he says immediately, like he can feel it from a distance.

Before you can reassure him, he’s already pushing himself up on one elbow, lifting the blanket with the other hand.

“Come here.”

You slide in next to him, and Jungwon pulls you against his chest without hesitation—arms wrapping around your waist, chin fitting into the crook of your shoulder like this is muscle memory.

The heat of him hits you slowly at first, then all at once. He’s warm in that steady, grounding way, like he runs on a constant quiet glow meant just for nights like this.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against your skin, fingers spreading across your back to rub slow circles. “Why didn’t you come sooner?”

You mumble something about not wanting to wake him, but Jungwon only sighs, tightening his hold.

“You can always wake me,” he whispers. “Always.”

His thumb grazes up and down your arm, gentle and patient, warming the chill out of your muscles inch by inch. He shifts closer, hooking one leg over yours to share even more heat, making sure you’re cocooned on all sides.

You feel the cold start to melt, replaced by the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your ear.

After a moment, Jungwon’s voice softens further—barely a whisper now, full of sleepy affection.

“Stay like this,” he says. “You know, I sleep better when you’re here.”

You breathe out, finally relaxing into him, and he hums quietly, satisfied. His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt to trace slow, soothing lines up your spine, letting warmth pool wherever he touches.

When the last of your shivers fade, Jungwon presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “I’ll keep you warm.”

RIKI

The lights are off when you walk in, the room quiet except for the soft rustling of blankets as Riki shifts in his sleep. He’s curled up on his side, one hand tucked under his cheek, hair falling messily across his eyes. He looks younger like this; peaceful and soft around the edges, his emo charade abandoned.

You tiptoe around the bed, trying not to disturb him, but the cold clings to you too visibly.

You slide under the covers as gently as possible.

It doesn’t matter.

Riki stirs immediately.

A sleepy groan, a stretch, then—

“…why’re you so cold?”

You freeze. “…I’m not.”

He makes a tired, unimpressed noise into his pillow and reaches for you blindly, palm patting around until he finds your arm. The second he touches your skin, he jerks back like he’s touched ice.

“Woah—okay. No. Come here.”

He’s fully awake in an instant, scooting closer without even opening his eyes. He hooks an arm around your waist and drags you toward him with zero hesitation, zero grace.

You yelp softly at the sudden movement.

“Shh,” he mumbles, finally blinking up at you through messy hair. “It’s late.”

He presses his forehead to your shoulder and exhales, warm breath blooming against your cold skin. One leg tangles with yours, half pinning you in place, half warming you on instinct.

“Why didn’t you just get in bed?” he asks, voice soft, a little pouty. “You know I’m warm.”

You laugh under your breath. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You did wake me,” he counters, tugging the blanket up over both your heads, trapping you in a warm little cocoon with him. “And you were cold the whole time. That’s worse.”

He settles against you, arms tightening around your middle until you’re flush against his chest. The warmth spreads almost instantly, slow and heavy and so much more soothing than he probably realizes. Riki sighs, content now, cheek pressed to your back.

“There,” he murmurs. “Just stay like that.”

As the cold drains from your body, your breathing evens out, and Riki shifts again, just enough to tuck his chin over your shoulder, mouth brushing your jaw in the faintest, sleepiest kiss.

“Next time,” he whispers, already falling back asleep, “don’t be dumb. Wake me.”

His arms stay locked around you, soft but unmovable, keeping every inch of you warm.

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You glare at the pair, and you can see their Adam’s apples bob.

“Clean it up… and I don’t want to hear another word until you are finished.”

You then shuffle out of the wet spot and take the plate of food from Jin.

They scamper off to grab the broom and clean bedding.

When they come back they’ve clearly taken your unspoken threat seriously.

Hoseok starts sweeping the ceramic into a dustpan while Jin changes the duvet and pillowcases.

He bats his eyelashes to ask you to move out of his way.

Thankfully, the liquid didn’t have a chance to seep through to the mattress so you could climb straight back into bed

However, you don’t miss the evil glares they shoot each other when they don’t think you’re looking.

When everything is tidy the men launch back into an argument again.

“You had her all day yesterday!” Hoseok starts back up.

“No! Yoongi and I cooked a meal for everyone while she sat at the breakfast bar. That’s not intimate alone time.”

“She is right here assholes, and she might have her own plans for the day. Did you think about that?”

They each crawled onto a side of the bed next to you.

Jin nuzzled into your shoulder in an attempt to gain favour.

“But I want to buy you something pretty.” He pouts.

Hoseok takes your empty plate from your lap and replaces it with his head.

He then takes your hand and places it in his hair

“I bought that new movie you wanted to see. I wanted to make a blanket fort.”

You drop your hand from his head a shrug Jin from your shoulder

“Boys that argue don’t get what they want.” You gesture for the pair to sit in front of you.

“Either you can do exactly as I say for the next hour and then we do something together, OR, I go find Namjoonie and have him take me to the movies, shopping, and then come back here and fuck so loud you have no choice but to listen. So pick, 1 or 2?”

They nod and sit up straight ready to listen

“Apologise first.”

They fix each other with their most intimidating stares and puff up their chests considering their options.

You barely give them a second to hesitate before standing up.

“Oh Joo…”

Their arms reach out to grab you.

“I’m sorry Seokjinnie hyung.” Hobi grins

His performance grin, but it’s a start at least.

“It’s okay Hobi, I’m sorry too.”

They shake hands and wait for your next instruction.

“Now kiss and make up properly, I wanna watch.” You wink at the men.

Instead of hesitating this time, Hobi launches straight for Jin pushing him back onto the mattress as his tongue traces Jin’s lips.

The elder lets him in and you sit back against the headboard to watch.

Hobi settles himself between Jin’s legs.

Jin wraps his legs around Hoseok’s waist, arms snaking around his neck.

They barely pull back for air.

Hobi pulls at Jin’s hair, pulling breathy moans from his mouth.

He swallows each of Jin’s noises happily.

That’s when Jin’s hands start to wander.

All clearly forgiven and forgotten as the pair got more and more invested in one another.

Jin’s fingers started to lift the hem of Hoseok’s shirt.

“Stop.” You command.

Both men whine as you make them pull away.

“Whhhyyy,” Jin asks glancing at the growing bulges in their sweats.

“You really think your punishment is to have sex?” You raise an eyebrow.

They glance at one another then back at you and nod.

“No, too easy. I don’t know how you guys missed it, but your problem is not spending time with me, it’s with each other.”

They take a second to consider it and realise it has been weeks since the two of them had spent proper time together.

It really did explain the tension.

It was just sexual not aggressive.

“Your punishment for being stupid is to make each other cum, fully clothed, without using your hands.”

Jin looks at you like you’ve gone mad.

Hobi, on the other hand, takes the challenge with issues.

He immediately rolls his body against the eldest.

They groan as their cocks push together.

You smile approvingly and Hoseok takes that as permission to give his full attention back to his lover.

He kisses him deeply, grinding his hips.

Jin starts to get into the rhythm.

He unwraps legs from Hobi and flips them around.

You watch, curious as to what his plan is.

Jin rarely likes to top the other boys, especially Hobi.

Instead of putting himself in the middle as the dancer had, he straddles the other's leg.

Sitting right in the middle of his Hobi's thigh and rocking back and forth.

His own knee brushed against Hobi’s cock with every forward motion.

He leant forward, moulding his body back into Hoseok’s so he can suck on his neck.

You can’t help the hand the slips underneath your pj’s to play with your clit.

You draw slow circles into your skin teasing yourself gently.

Jin’s hip thrust get more and more desperate.

He starts moving in circles, hitting a little too roughly against Hobi.

Luckily he is a man that has always liked it rough.

His eyes roll back as Jin’s knee hits against his balls.

His thighs tense underneath the vocalist.

It takes everything in you to stop yourself from joining in.

Jin’s groans turn high pitched as he starts to cum in his pants.

But he doesn’t stop, determined to keep going until Hobi is cumming just as hard as he is

He drives himself into overstimulation, biting down into Hobi’s shoulder as he fights through it.

His attention switches.

He settles his weight further forward, letting himself have a small respite as he drives Hoseok over the edge.

Jin keeps the pressure of his thigh in place as Hobi comes down.

“What are we doing today then?” Hoseok breathes as Jin slides next to him.

“I need you to finish off before we do anything else.” You pant, almost as out of breath just from watching them.

Kinktober Masterlist 2021

Summer’s Job never been dreamy or appealing you always preferred to stay home and play games or hangout with your friends.

You were doing the same summer job from your high school’s years throughout your UNI years, this year was the last year where you could work at the same gas station you usually spent your summer’s at. You were quite happy about this news because your work there wasn’t really enjoyable to say the least.

You were working as car washer.

The staff was limited to you and Gladys. Gladys was an Australian grandma’ with an heavy accent and a loud voice.

You used to complain about the underpaid job and understaff issue to her each year , but even if she tried her best to pay you more each year, the problem of understaff was remaining.

Plus you had the marvelous advantage , note the irony, to be a woman. So of course you had some guy every now and then asking you for some porn kink including cars and water to you.

And of course as soon as you dared to say to them that it was not respectful of them to ask for such favors , well their ego feeling insecure will make them insult you ‘til Gladys will come out and try to dissolve any trouble. And if they didn’t leave… well then Tallulah will come help you out. Were Gladys was a true perfect cottage core granny , Tallulah her spouse, was a weightlifting Olympics coach. So she was , massive and looked very frightening.

But since she was often occupied most of the time Gladys would have to do the trick , and if too much persistent she would call her little brother Jeff a policeman always coming in and out of the shop to check on things.

It was nice, for a summer or two, but seeing as it’s been years since you were first introduce to this summer’s job to say it became painfully annoying was an understatement.

And this year would be the same…

Or so you though.

Gladys finally took your complains about the car wash job being understaffed and recruited a few people to help out .

When she said a few, you though she was talking about 2 to 3 people.

But no, no non no no no. Gladys took in 7 people !

She promised you your check wouldn’t take any damage by the presence of those new employees , but you sincerely doubt that.

And of course you’ll have to show them around and proceed to show them how to wash a car because of course it’s not like anybody could know how to do it by themselves.

You were moody when that tons of information’s felled down on your head, but now finding yourself in front of the 7 new employees changed everything.

Apparently Gladys misspelled car wash job for model’s photoshoot coz’ those 7 boys were for sure way too beautiful to need a car wash job.

It had to be a prank, right?

So being more self aware in what you’ve been for years you showed carefully those men of to do the job. And no it wasn’t cute or sexy, far from it.

You were dressed in your yellow hoodie and black jogging with flip-flop.

For once you wished you had were those fucking shorts looking like panties more than anything, and a crop top or something similar, like all those freaks watching too much porn often asked you to.

But no , and those guys were dressed in matching outfits in jeans and whites tee.

Even if they were very dreamy swoon over , you had more pressing issues to think about.

Like why one of them started a water fight with another one, and putting a stop to it before one of them put soap into their eyes.

“Okay guys!!! Please stop …? I don’t want to have to report you to Gladys on your first day okay? So keep that behavior for when you’re on your own okay?”

“Sorry , we didn’t meant to …” Said one.

“Huh sorry to interrupt , but none of us seems to have catch your name earlier ?” Said the guy with blue hair.

You liked his hair, it was nice, like blue waves , more darker on the edges and lighter on the center of his scalp. He had such beautiful eyes too, so sharp an-

Oh god , wait did you really lost yourself by admiring him?!

“Huh miss???”

“Y-Yeah !!! Haha my name’s Y/N !” You extended your hand , losing your mind for talking in a higher voice to him , good job at not being suspect Y/N….

And you hated yourself even more for being awkward by presenting your hand to him. But he, on the other hand sensed your discomfort and made your move seem completely normal shaking your hand lightly and giving you a cute smile showing off his dimples.

“Namjoon,…. And those two are Jungkook and Taehyung, and I hate to be the one breaking it to you but we’re probably gonna have a hard time keeping them calm.”

“Oh… Okay” You just ended , looking to the two guys involved in the previous water fight, and looking back to Namjoon’s face. He was calm and put you at ease. Hargh you were staring , good job on not being a freak Y/N .

The one all covered in jean from head to toe approached you, and ever so silently spoke to you.

“Hate to be a bother Y/N, but can I have a bucket to wring out my sponge, please?”

“Huh Yeah of course huh-hu….”

“Yoongi’s the name…”

“Oh huh well yeah let me get that from Gladys to you okay I’ll be back in just a sec Yoongi.”

He nodded very calm much to your dismay as you were starting to feel anxious about advising Gladys for more employees, maybe you should have just shut it.

You entered the store who basked in a sunny light as the morning was starting to begin for most of other people’s in the city.

At the register was one of the new employees, he wore a plaid skirt and converse’s with a white thee and jean shirt. You couldn’t believe how gracious his lips draw themselves on his face. They looked pillowy and as dreamy as the six other’s man out there waiting for you.

“Huh hello ? You might remember me from earlier ? Y/N the foremost employee?”

“Of course I do you’re the sweet mango! “

“I’m sorry what ?”

“The sweet mango ! The color of your sweatshirt look alike a mango!”

“I-I Yeah it does…”

“Would you like another nickname maybe? I’m sorry if this one doesn’t fit your style haha. What about little mouse ?”

“Do I look like a little mouse ?”

“No ,you look like a fucking rat”

Said another voice coming from behind you.

“I beg you pardon?”

You turn over to the masculine voice behind you to find yourself facing a chest. Your eyes flew up to the face of the stranger, ready to take down any bratty client. And you were surprised to face a smiling shit eating brunette man glancing down at you . He was snickering and looking at you like he was mentally undressing you with his eyes.

“Yah ! Jin ! Don’t be rude to our new friend!”

You look down to the content in his arms, some sandwiches squeezed between bottles of water.

“Wait your on job duty ! Why aren’t you with the others ?” You started to take over yourself and focus on your task, keeping everything organized.

“Some of us forgot to bring our lunch to work this morning , so I volunteered to go for it , but you’ve been blocking the line too preoccupied to talk to mister big flirt over there.”

He gestured at the cashier.

“We weren’t flirt-“

“You totally were!” Gladys interrupted you coming out from the back of the shop with several boxes of energy bars .

“Gladys I would ne-“

“Don’t lie to me girl ! Okay Jimin go fill up the shelves with those and Jin , you’re lucky you have a nice face, it’s on the house for today so go back to work will you now?”

“Sure thing Gladys! Thank you so much !” He offered her a wink before smirking down at you , going back to his devices.

“AND SHE DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A RAT! BUT YOU SURE TALK LIKE A BRATT!!!” Shouted Gladys at Jin, while a girl was approaching him to take care of her car and asking for his number. He was a blushing mess and Tae had to intervene to talk an eligible sentence to, the poor lost girl, after that.

“Now, Y/N what do you need sweetheart? I mean other than Jimin’s number of course?” She had said it loud enough for Jimin to hear it and bringing a cute smile on his face content of his accomplishments.

“Gladys please stop. “ You warned her with a tired face. She maybe looked old but she was fearless for sure .

“I need extra buckets for the boys, please.”

She leaved the register for what felt only two seconds before bringing over 5 extra buckets for you , to share.

“Thank you , you’re a life savior!”

“I know , should have started a sect when it was trendy.”

You left laughing to her dumb joke , but not before quickly glancing to Jimin. After that event you formed three distinct groups between all of you to get their heads in the game.

But with Jimin busy with helping out Gladys around the store, one of them was standing by himself.

“Okay since your alone I’ll help out for today.”

“Really? Thank you so much I was worried I’ll found myself alone when everyone’s having fun in groups.”

You looked around to indeed found them more busy playing around then actively work in silence .

“Yeah well normally having so much fun isn’t part of the job but I don’t want to kill the mood.”

“I’m Hoseok by the way but you can call me Hobi ! “ He said with a heart shaped smile.

“Y/N. Haha did you had to see Jimin assigning you a nickname too?”

“No this one’s for my crushes .” He said glancing up at you with stars shining eyes behind the comfort of his sunglasses.

“Yah! Hobi Does it mean I’m one of your freaking crushes?!” Yelled a not-so-speechless Jin , across the parking lot.

“Why don’t you come found out ?!” Yelled back a way too enthusiast Hoseok.

The day went by pretty quietly apart from those 7 agents of chaos you were stuck with from now.

Lunch came around pretty quickly and you all went to the back of the shop to have your break there , enjoying the nice breeze of the fan, while chatting.

“So , how come you’re all working here this summer?” You asked between bites of your meal.

“My aunt knows Gladys and told me she was recruiting , and since I was in need of a job I took it.” Said Jimin looking at you oh so charmingly.

“I have a thing for car wash.” Said Jin like it was completely normal.

“Your such a weirdo something hyung I swear… I was in need of a summer job saw the flyers by the campus and thought why not ? Here I am.”

Replied Jungkook slowly slurping down his noodles.

“We wanted to prove some sexist asshole that , no it wasn’t , a job only reserved to women.” Said a disgusted Namjoon swallowing quickly his part of the sandwich.

“I want to be a social entrepreneur.”

Said Taehyung leaving you with wide eyes.

“How is that related to bein-“

“If I succeed to make this place a rentable place from just the car wash then I could do anything.”

“And how would you do that ?” asked Jin dismissing his lunch to look over at Taehuyng.