Three's A Crowd

"We'd just come off stage. Fake Lovewas a massive success as was Anpanman. We were all buzzing. ___ was therewaiting for us..."

You, still their translator at events like this, despite not really knowing Japanese, had been invited to the MAMAs alongside BTS. There wasn't really anywhere they went anymore where you didn't go too. Like the managers and the people who would have been seen in locations not backstage, you had to dress up, opting for a black dress that hugged your body in the right way and accentuated everything that you wanted to accentuate. Unbeknownst to you, two mouths went dry when their respective humans saw you. Jimin found it difficult to swallow and take his eyes off your curves. Yoongi became more nervous around you, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth every time he tried to get passed his stutter and talk to you. Though he gave up after the second attempt, knowing that it was pointless. You, like their managers, were ushering them to get ready as quickly as possible, nervous for their performance. It wasn't their biggest performance that they had planned, but they'd worked incredibly hard to get it perfect for Army as usual.

Coming off the stage after Anpanman had finished was just as chaotic before, but this time for an added reason. You had a ritual you stuck to, even when you were on tour with them. You would always be there to greet them at the end of every concert or performance, and tell them how amazing they were. Even on days where they felt like they messed up, and to you and Army it wasn't a big deal. Today was no exception. You stood there backstage where you knew they'd walk in and waited. Namjoon, Hobi and Jungkook were first through the doors, giving you a quick, sweaty hug before going off to their dressing tables to get dried and changed. Then came Jin and Yoongi.

Yoongi walked through the door and his eyes immediately fell on you. You barely had time to register his fast-paced walk towards you. There was no time to react, or even move away, because his hands had already clasped the sides of your neck, tipping your head up to make you more open for him to kiss. His lips were on yours, gently pressing a closed-mouth kiss to you. Your eyes widened in shock, almost comically. This was so unlike Yoongi. He was usually calm and calculated, and thought about his movements very carefully, but this time he just made a bee-line straight to you and completely took over your senses. But the longer he stayed connected to you, the more you felt something bubbling. Your eyes closed, your fists bunched his black shirt, and your closed-mouth kisses became open-mouthed and very heated.

Jin's eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and he couldn't help the sound that came out of his mouth. This drew attention to him, and by extension, you. And soon enough the entire dressing room was watching you make out with Yoongi, every single person just as in shock as Jin... none as shocked as you.

Jimin and Taehyung were the last to arrive. Taehyung immediately started clapping and whistling upon the sight of you. That was until he turned around and saw Jimin's face.

Jimin could never really hide his immediate emotions well. He was good at lying to everyone about his bulimia for a time, but after everyone found out what was wrong, they all were able to read him like a book. Everyone knew he fancied the pants off you – in fact, they all knew that he was borderline in love with you. His heart-eyes made it impossible to think otherwise. The only people who were unaware was yourself and Yoongi. Yoongi was another one who was so wrapped up in you he didn't truly see how Jimin felt. He thought he looked at you in that way because you'd grown up together. He didn't think feelings were involved, which is why he'd pressed to stick his tongue down your throat, and was more than happy when you'd let him.

Jimin felt sick. His heart had sunk into his stomach and there was no way of getting it back out. His eyes threatened to spill more of the many tears he'd cried over you, as this scene playing out in front of him, to him, just confirmed that he'd never have a chance with you, and that you really did love Yoongi. Why else would you let him mouth-fuck you in the middle of the dressing rooms?