Do I have to choose? (BTS x Ftm Reader)

Chapter 12

I was having a lot of fun with (Y/n), him being a nice break from idol life. But I knew that would change once he debuted. There would probably be rumors, so called scandals. Army will eat him alive with ships, and hate. That honestly scared me quite a bit. Fandoms are like a two edge sword. There's the obsessive and dangerous side, while there's the kind and supportive ones. Either way how they act stabs at your heart with no mercy. It's the people who dictate your life from then on once you debut. (Y/n) is talented, and I know Army is going to be the first fan base to even judge his group. It's so scary. I can't even imagine how he feels.  Or how he's honestly handling it all.

"Hyung, you're staring into space," (Y/n) nudged my arm as the breeze picked up, my hood flapping against the side of my head. I chuckled a bit before starting to clean up the food scraps and containers. "What station? What time do you need to be there?"

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I can't exactly say the drive to drop (Y/n) off was awkward, but it was a bit off. We were silent, and didn't have much to even talk about except work in the first place. I hadn't realized that we never discussed our own interests before. Though, anyone could easily know everything about me just from the internet, I just find it more fun to talk with someone about ourselves.

"Hyung-nim," he breathed out silently beside me. "You're too quiet." I nodded in agreement as I pulled the car to a stop at the changing street light. My eyes shift to the passenger seat only to be met by (e/c) orbs peering back at me. His lips quirked into an awkward smile. Cute. "So, tell me about the Kim Seokjin. Who are you without cameras?" (Y/n)'s question threw me off just a bit. I look back to the road and continue to our destination. I decided to counter with, "Shouldn't you know?" This was a mistake. His body sat up quickly, hands coming together for a quick clap before he began rattling things off. "Oh, sure! Bratty, narcissistic, weird, dweeby, clingy and don't get me started on how much you honestly talk. Do you ever shut u-" "Ya! How could you say that about your hyung?"

The last few minutes of the ride consisted of his snarky taunts while I attempted to defend myself. He really wanted to push my buttons today. Now I really won't be telling him the secret I've kept in all morning. He'll just have to find out when the time comes.

(Y/n) leaned into my open window, his arms providing a snug place for his head to rest. We had arrived at the station, and he insisted on a proper goodbye. My eyes couldn't leave his smile as we spoke, he was such a bright kid that I couldn't help it. "How long until you leave Korea again?" His voice was almost in a pout. I understood how he felt though. When you don't have many friends, it's straining when they leave so often. Idol work makes things like this so much harder than it needs to be. "A couple days," my hands tease the steering wheel, fumbling around not sure how to express how much leaving home sucks. (Y/n) nodded once more before checking the time. "I have to go, Hyung," he sat up adjusting his hoodie before stepping back to allow me room to pull off. We waved our small goodbyes, and I turned the car on. I watched the small figure of his back run off into the company building before I finally left to go back to my dorm.

"Silly boy."

Normal pov

This was our second performance on the show. I Need U being a success, we decided in our next unit to work with Fake Love. Attempting to stay bias to our company as much as possible. Jisu stood behind the camera with the rest of the recording crew. Her smile bright as the UNDERNINETEEN cast chats idly about choreography touch ups. It had only been a few days but we seemed to have the dance down only with  little flaw. Of course we weren't perfect, but we were comfortable enough to feel out what worked best for our own style. We decided on practicing once more. Instructing each other to use more expression, or chiming in to what we think could used cleaned up. I personally felt that our shoulder work could use some help during the chorus. Daejung called us to a stop, voicing his few opinions just before the door had opened. A man in all black strolled into the practice room carrying paper bags filled with snacks with a smile on his face. All of us trainees nearly choked. Our eyes wide in pure shock and awe. I could hardly believe my eyes as he closed in on the group. There were silent cheers, and nervous laughter floating in the air as the man greeted us.