Ot7 x you
Summary : they meet a pretty introvert who doesn't want to meet them but they want to meet her.
You like to think you're someone untouchable. Not in a egoistic type way, no —in a way that screams 'I prefer staying in the Comfort of my bed than deal with any human interactions'.
Of course, that's impossible. You have a job, a house to maintain, a car that needs to be filled with fuel almost every week and lastly, your biggest financial burden — Sir Pancake the second.
He is your big fat cat who seems to live the best life a cat could dream off.
You named him Sir Pancake the second well because you found him on the side of the road, hurt and neglected, he had a van-pattern fur coat, a beautiful mix of light brown and white, reminding you of a pancake... And as for the 'the second' – you was just a big fan of the late queen.
You're strolling the streets of LA, it's always so busy and you hate it but Sir pancake needed a new cat bed after he completely ripped open the previous one in a fit of rage when you was exactly, 2 minutes late with his food..
You never knew he was so sassy. You blamed his parents. It's the only logical option.
You have your headphones in, the volume all the way up, not caring if anyone can hear the music through the phone —no one asked them to come out on this specific day so of course you want them to know you clearly don't want to talk to them.
It's a miracle you aren't deaf.
But hey, you like your music louder than your thoughts.
You're scanning the pet stores from the window. They are either too expensive for a low quality bed or have nothing in stock.
Damn. So all the cats were throwing tantrums last week.
You sigh to yourself.
Fuck, woke up early for nothing. Could have just stayed in bed and not deal with people at fucking 8am.
A hand touches your shoulder lightly, grabbing your attention away from the disposition you were in.
Oh my—fuck, who the hell wants something from me at the crack of dawn.
You turn to this 'stranger' who seems to be holding a mic in his hand... The fuck
He smiles at you warmly, fuck, you know this face.... Isn't he the tv host guy.
Jimin? Jimmy? James?,
You can't remember exactly what was his name. Praying to God he introduces himself with his name or you will die from second hand embarrassment.
You smile at him softly, quickly taking off your headphones and letting it hang around your neck.
'hi, I'm jimmy Fallon and I wanted to know if you'd be up for a quick interview'.
Me? An interview... What????
'Uhm, yeah sure, I don't mind'.
Jimmy let's out a short laugh, saying how hard it was to get people to slow down in LA, everyone is just moving too fast like time is running out...
But isn't it though? No y/n, now is not the time to turn into fucking Socrates.
The camera starts. You and Jimmy find an empty bench in a park. The scenery of trees calms your nerves in an instant.
Nature was something you always preferred to surround yourself with. They never asked you 'why don't you talk' or 'are you mute'. They let you exist in your own quiet world.
'ah so I couldn't help but notice you was listening to music, would you mind telling the viewers what artist you listening to'.
The fuck not. I mean, people used to bully me for the genre I listened to as a kid... Now you want me to admit it on public TV... Are you crazy?
But Y/N, wait... Your younger self would probably be disappointed in you...
Man fuck her. She thought we'd be married to Eugene from "Rapunzel."
'uhmm—'. There's a long pause, clearly Jimmy wants an answer... Fuck... You hate this. Just say it and get it over with y/n, not like you have friends who will see this. '—I Uhm, I'm listening to BTS'.
Phew. Boy does that feel good to get off your chest.
You were in high school when you stumbled upon their 'Dark & Wild' album.
Sure, it was like 2 years after they released it but you've been hooked ever since.
You haven't had the privilege to see them perform, school was your priority money was tight and now that you're an adult... They have started their military enlistment so you just.. Never got the chance.
' oh wow really, because I'm friends with them, what song are you listening to, mind telling us a few stuff about how you got into BTS'.
Damn. You have such a long history with these guys. From that cringe child who read fanfics like her life depended on it to an adult who accepted her place in society that she will never be Min Yoongi's wife.
You smile softly at the memories. Watching their concerts, learning fan chants, binge watching 'Run BTS' on your cracked phone.
'o-oh uhh, I was listening to the song' louder than bombs '. It's one of my favorites. And uhhm— sorry I'm really nervous'. You let out an awkward laugh but Jimmy doesn't seem to mind, he's patiently waiting for you to continue.
'—I first heard a track on one of their old albums, around fourteen or fifteen years old, been a fan since then. Yeah, that's about it'.
You feel better, being open about who you are is something you've struggled with but if there's one thing you've learnt from those seven men is that loving yourself is a priority that must take preeminence over everything else.
'ahhh so you're an old army? Are you a fan of their new album' Arirang, do you want to share with us your favorite track '.
You pause. Trying to find the right words to say about this album.
' ooouuu their new album is good good. It really shows alot of their private selves.They really worked hard and I like it alot... My favorite song though? I would have go with 'like animals'. I like shoe gaze and alt music alot so that song really stuck with me '.
Jimmy laughs at your expressions, like you broke down every aspect of the album and analyzed it in order for your opinion to feel genuine.
He can't wait to surprise with you the members. You seem like a sweet fan, someone who clearly appreciates their music.
He comments about your view of the album, shying away from his praise. You wonder if he's enjoying this conversation. This is the most you have talked to anyone... Ever.
'say y/n, I have a surprise actually, since you've been patient with me and my staff, our studio is just down this road and we're actually giving away free albums of Arirang. Would you like to get one?'
Free.... Album... Arirang.... FUCK YEAH.
WHO WOULDN'T?
LEAD THE WAY CAPTAIN JIMMY.
You're buzzing, excitement flowing through your veins. You literally want to scream but the camera man in the room with you seems like he might hit you with his camera..
You can hear Jimmy's voice in the intercom—'y/n, you can come out now, we got your album waiting here for you'.
OH. MY. GOD
Yes yes yes yes yes
You excitedly open the door, gently ofcourse, you have a reputation to maintain in front of Jimmy
And right now.
Your reputation might be a murderer because what the fuck.
Standing in front of you is fucking BTS.... BTS??????? Aren't they like, busy with stuff? What are they doing here.
Matter of fact, why are you here, where's your album....
Oh sweet Jimmy, it's official. He will die today.
No. No. Absolutely fucking not. You are not dealing with this. Your social battery is already half way drained because of Jimmy and now you must enter a room with seven men.... That's BTS?
No.
You close the door as quickly as you opened them. Waiting for them to leave or for you to die.. The latter seems best suited.
Look. You love them yes but fuck no. You are not going out of this room. You can buy this album later on in life. But you're sitting your ass in this room y/n
You make awkward side eyes at the camera man.
' woah, I didn't even say hello'. Jimin mutters to the very stiff and shocked members...
What the fuck just happened.
Jimmy makes his way towards you. Opening the door slightly. He sees you seated in the corner of the room , playing with a cat key chain from your phone.
'hey uh are you—you just.... Are you okay?'.
You turn to him, eyes begging him to not make this a big deal or you'll actually cry.
'i-im... No'.
You put your head down.
'I'm really sorry Jimmy but I don't... Have the capacity to meet them.. I'm not good with holding conversations and I just... Don't want to embarrass myself'.
Ah... Jimmy nodds in agreement.
' you're right, it's very scary but hey, you held a very good conversation with me.. I'm sure they wouldn't mind your quietness... Isn't Suga in the same boat... They deal with him pretty good.. I've seen it'.
You smile at his words. Damn y/n. You really had to close the fucking door on their faces.
'what do we do if Jimmy brings her out'.
Taehyung is genuinely confused.
'we talk to her like normal people Tae'.
'I don't think she wants to talk to us hyung'.
'I find this amusing'. All heads snap to hobi.
'I just think she's shy and needed to build courage'.
' what are you, a people whisperer???'.
Hobi deadpans at jungkook.
'that's called fucking talking jungkook'..
Namjoon stops the situation from escalating. These two never know how to behave.
Jimmy opens the door and steps out quietly. They don't see anyone else.
Damn. She left before they could meet her.
'Everyone, this is Y/N. She's a bit shy, so please be on your best behavior.
They look to the spot Jimmy is pointing at and see absolutely nothing.
' Where '. Taehyung cuts the silence again... Man is stressed. Jimmy is pointing to thin air saying it's a person.... He shouldn't have drank yoongi's water. It probably was vodka.
'what do you mea—'. Jimmy looks to his side and you aren't there.
Where are you??????
He does a 180° turn and sees you standing directly behind him. Eyes still nervous, looking like you're gonna pass out any minute.
The members watch as Jimmy moves to the side and a whole ass human appears.
'awwwww'.
Jin slaps hobi's arm. Who the fuck says awww at a person.
'oh thank God, whew, thought I was a bit drunk there, ahh yoongi hyung, please label your bottle next time , water and vodka taste the same'. Taehyung exhales, clutching his heart.
' no they don't one' s litera—so it was you who finished it. Fuck Tae. That was my emotional support buddy'.
Yoongi is clearly annoyed. Everyone seems to notice.
'Yeah I get you yoongi. Sir Pancake the second isn't here with me'.
'sir.... Pancake.... The second?'.
Namjoon looks at you like you discovered gravity.
'yeah... He's my cat'. You fish out your phone to show them your lock screen... An indeed is there a fat cat.
Hobi and Jin are trying... And failing miserably to hold in their laughs.
'—i Uhm, named s him after a pancake because he looked like one when I found him.... And now he's fat and round like a pancake..'.
Hobi burst out laughing.
Hands clutching Jin for support.
Oh my God. He has never heard anything more wild and he lived with jungkook.
You smile at their reaction.
People may not find me funny, but that's okay, 'cause Hobi and Jin do.
' how silly of us, we didn't get to welcome you in '. Jimin walks up to you, opening his arms for a hug and you panic.... Oh my God.
Abort. Abort. Abort. Abort.
Where is the nearest window.
Your body moves before your brain does.
You stick your hand out for a handshake.... Jimin can hear the laughter from his members.
He gently shakes your hand. Not bothered that you just rejected his hug.
Damn. He really did underestimate Jimmy when he said you're shy.
You take a seat with them.
Conversing, answering their questions. They seem like seven normal boys, making you feel welcomed.
Never in your life did you ever think you'd meet BTS... If your younger self saw you, she'd smack the shit out of you for shutting the door on their faces.
'so y/n, I want to know, who's your bias in the group'. Jimin has a teasing smile on his face because he knows, whatever you say is going to stick with them emotionally forever.
'uh... Oh... Should have known.... My bias is actually min yoongi'.
You gesture shyly to the man seated in front of you on a separate couch.
They don't seem surprised at all.
You have the same personality as him, shy and introverted, but when you get to know them, they are the warmest people out there.
Yoongi doesn't respond to you, he just puts his head down hiding his smile from everyone.
'yoongi...? Why him?'. Jimin leans towards you, wanting the tea on what made you choose him in the first place.
'ohhh....'. You laugh breathlessly.
Fuck your reason is so stupid too.
'I once heard him say he wishes he could be a rock so he could rest and do nothing.... I felt that spiritually... So he became my favorite ever since'.
Denial. Yoongi is in denial... You chose him because he said he wanted to be a rock...is he hearing you right.
Hobi is on the floor, rolling side to side, laughing, screaming, slapping anyone in his reach...
Fuck. They will never move on from this.
Meeting you was definitely, entertaining in the best way possible.
A/n: I don't think I ate with this and I'm sorry.
