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“I’m so excited!” Taehyung was next to you, literally shaking with anticipation. Or maybe with an overdose of sugar. With this guy, who knew. But all the other members were also clearly excited for the journey you were about to embark upon. Jimin, who was sat in the front, next to Namjoon who was going to be driving for the first 100 miles, was taking selfies with an utterly annoyed Namjoon.
You hadn’t started driving yet, since Yoongi was still putting some luggage in the boot. Yoongi, who you were supposed to sit next to for the next weeks. The emotional torment you were about to undergo didn’t compare to excitement though. Ever since you had befriended the seven boys you had been talking about taking a roadtrip and now it would finally happen.
Whatever happened, you were sure it would be amazing. Since BTS had taken a year break to calm down after years of work it had finally been possible to arrange this. You had even come to America, so that it would be the ultimate road trip experience. You were going to see Grand Canyon, the statue of Liberty and even Disney world! And those were only a few of all of the sights you were going to visit. Finally Yoongi closed the boot of the car, let out a short cry of victory (apparently getting all of the suitcases to fit had been quite the challenge, as he told anyone who would listen) and then climbed into the car.
Before he could even belt up, Namjoon started the car and drove out of the parking space. The whole car was hooting and some members were even starting to sing. You looked at all of them, your friends, and just smiled. They deserved this break so much after the relentless work of the last few years. And that they wanted you with them during this was all the more honoring.
It didn’t take long for the whole car to become silent, despite the excitement. It was already ten in the evening, since you had decided that making the first few kilometres at night would probably be easier.
Yoongi had fallen asleep minutes ago and now his head was rested on your shoulder. You didn’t dare move lest it disrupted his slumber. Taehyung on your other side was dozing as well, probably sleeping off all the sugar he had consumed previous to your departure. “Y/N?” Namjoon asked silently from the front, which made you think that Hoseok, Kookie and Jin must also be asleep in the back. Jimin certainly was. “Yeah?” You whispered back. “Will you stay awake to keep me company? I’m sorry to ask this, but I fear that I’ll fall asleep if I can’t talk to anybody.” “Of course Namjoon. I don’t think I can sleep anyway.” The leader smiled and made a quick finger heart before placing his hand back on the steering wheel. Namjoon was a very responsible driver.
“So, do you want to know how it’s possible that you’re here?” He asked, smirking. “Please!” “So, you know that our management wasn’t that pleased to have you come with us, right?” Of course you knew.
They had been worried how it would look to have BTS travel with a young woman. As if men and women couldn’t maintain friendships. But then, suddenly, they had contacted you, after weeks of trying to convince the boys of not taking you with them, and told you where you would have to be and when to participate in this road trip. Participate. As if this was a competition. You sighed and wanted to shake your head, but Yoongi was still resting on your shoulder.
Namjoon took it as a sign that you wanted him to carry on. “So, we all complained, obviously. We all really wanted to have you with us, Y/N. Sometimes it feels as if you’re a member too.” You blushed violently, and were thankful for the cover the darkness gave. “But none of us took it as far as Yoongi-hyung.” Your heart started beating faster, hope blooming in your heart as you digested what Namjoon had just said.
“He went over to the manager’s house constantly and even visited other members of the staff to convince them to speak on your behalf. You know that we love our manager and our staff and of course we understood that he was just trying to do what was best for the band. So, after a while, we eventually stopped begging him to let you come with us.” Even though you didn’t really react, he added: “Sorry.” “I understand. It makes sense.” you said, trying to sound sincere. You couldn’t keep a note of bitterness out of your voice though.
“Not Yoongi-hyung though. He still continued to fight for what he wanted, he even refused to participate in several dance practices and didn’t eat for a whole day to show everyone how serious he was about it. We all tried to talk him out of it, but you know him. Once he’s set his mind on something, he does it, no matter the obstacles that are in his way.” He smiled, obviously lost in thought. “Anyway… where was I. Oh yeah. The final straw was Yoongi-hyung threatening to quit the band. The manager agreed to let you come as long as Yoongi-hyung swore never to leave the band until we break up.”
My mouth was hanging wide open. Yoongi had done that? For me? “So yeah, that’s the story of how you are sitting right here now.” Namjoon was smiling at my shocked face, clearly holding back a laugh. I managed to close my mouth and turned my head very carefully to look at Yoongi. His face was so relaxed when he was sleeping. He looked years younger and so innocent. But oh, you knew that Yoongi was not particularly innocent.
Three years ago, when you had first met them, you had been listening to their songs for a long time already. Indeed, the very night you met them, you had been in charge of the playlist in the little bar you worked at, since the DJ had quit and a new one hadn’t been found yet. Of course you had been blasting all of BTS’ best songs (meaning all of them).
You had been working behind the bar and were just putting away some glasses that had come back from the kitchen, when somebody had approached you. “Excuse me?” The somebody said in a heavy Daegu accent. It took you a moment to place the voice since it was heavily altered through the accent. But when you turned around you already knew who would be facing you. Trying not to be the typical, hysterical fangirl you held back your squeal and just asked: “Do you need anything?”
Suga took a long time to answer, looking at you as though he was trying to figure something out. “Uhmmm… yeah. I came to get a round of shots for our table. But now that I’m here… can I get you?” It was apparent that he had already been drinking so you just smiled at the crude pick up line. “Sorry, you can only buy what is on the menu.” You answered, pushing one of them toward him. But even despite his alcohol consume, Suga was a fast thinker.
He pulled out a pen from god knew where, and wrote ‘the hot bartender’ beneath the last drink of the page, which, incidentally, was a sex on the beach. You giggled, even though you knew your boss would get angry at you later, for letting a customer destroy property. Suga smiled at you, obviously pleased to have made you laugh. “So, can I get you now?”
“Sorry.” You said, shaking your head. “You said you wanted some shots?” Suga leant over the bar. You approached and he beckoned you to lean down so he could whisper something into your ear. “How about we ditch the others,...” “Y/N.” You filled in. “Y/N, and go somewhere more private. I could show you things you have only ever dreamt of.” You blushed and a tingling feeling spread through you whole body.
You straightened again, knowing that, even though you wanted to, leaving with Suga would be impossible for several reasons. “I’m sorry. But I’m working. Also, you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re doing. Now, back to the shots…” Suga had seemed disappointed, but had accepted the no and ever since he had never approached you in such manner again.