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Reader 1st person POV

This had to be one of the most ordinary days I’d ever witnessed so far. A clear and uneventful morning leading straight into the annoyingly peaceful afternoon, and I had still only picked up and dropped off a measly number of people. Yes, I was an Uber driver, and had been for about a year and a half. It paid extremely well most of the time, and the job fit perfectly seeing that I had recently bought a flashy new car. Today was an obvious exception. The lack of activity could be blamed on a number of things, maybe a public holiday or event was occurring somewhere else? Whatever it was, it was decreasing the number of customers in this usually bustling city of Seoul much to my dismay. I needed good cash, and I had been working my ass off lately, even closing myself off to social media and other forms of communication with friends and family to focus solely on working.
I need a real job…
Suddenly, as if God had answered all my prayers, a loud ding radiated from my phone and I almost veered off the road in sheer astonishment.
“Thank fuck!” I was seriously considering driving aimlessly for an entire day, but for some reason I was abruptly fortunate. I pulled up quickly up to the curb and examined the request, almost as if I had imagined the entire thing out of desperation. The name read ‘J’. Literally just the letter, boldly sitting in the middle of my screen. I raised an eyebrow, and normally would have considered declining the request if it seemed too prank-worthy, but I needed this job. I don’t think the person had ever ridden before, as there wasn’t a clear rating to be seen anywhere. Once again, I needed this job.

The pinpoint appeared nearby and I luckily only had to drive for about five minutes before reaching the destination. It was located just outside a large shopping mall in central Seoul, and even though this was a seemingly quiet day, it shouldn’t have been this empty. There were of course a few groups of people and individual shoppers wandering about, in and out of the entrance looking for easy buys. Even so, I knew this place to be quite popular and to say I was astounded would be an understatement.
There must be something going on in the city somewhere.
Even if people’s attention was focused elsewhere on this particular day, I could almost say it was a turn in my favour, considering the reduced traffic of both pedestrians and vehicles. Making a grab for my phone about three minutes after looking around for ‘J’, I considered sending him or her a text to ask where they were. The place was basically empty, so spotting someone on the lookout for their ride shouldn’t have been too difficult.
“They mustn’t be out yet,” I clucked quietly to myself, typing out a message to indicate I had arrived.

The gentle hum of my engine was the only sound accompanying me as I waited. After another thirty seconds, I received a simply reply of “there soon”. I glanced at the simple words a second time before lightly scoffing.
“Okay ‘J’, I’m in no rush.”
Still amused over the less than eloquent reply, I leant back in my comfortable leather seat and hummed to myself to pass some time. I would usually have the radio going, and would probably turn it on once my passenger finally arrived, but for now I wasn’t really in the mood for any background distractions. I liked silence when it was comfortable, and especially in a place such as this shopping mall, it was rare to come by.
My reverie was soon shattered when the faint sound of various screams erupted from somewhere in the distance. I instantly jerked my head up and squinted my eyes to observe the area. The paved courtyard area outside the mall wasn’t occupied by a single human being, which was even stranger than before. The only moving things I could eventually see where a couple of dirtied napkins being thrown around in the slight breeze, and a ripped paper cup from a popular juice bar rolling around caught in the same fate. The frantic screaming continued. Should I be worried? The shouting wasn’t in terror or anger, that much I was sure of. I usually would pin it on some brawl breaking out nearby, but these sounds where mostly female when I listened closer. In any sense, it definitely sounded intense. I wondered briefly if maybe there was some massive sale happening at a famous shop brand down the street, causing a flurry of panic within female shoppers. The anticipation from the sounds caused me to tap my fingers on the steering wheel in curiosity.
Then it happened. An enormous group of Korean women and probably a few men, some even looking fairly young, flocked around the corner of a building in a hurry.
Was the sale here or something??
My eyes widened in shock, as the group only seemed to be growing in numbers. Many were holding their phones out, as if recording something, and I scanned the rapidly moving crowd to spot the source of the commotion. Two well-dressed men seemed to be caught in the centre of it all. The pair that stemmed this chaotic crowd were clad from head to toe in clothes, including darkly coloured masks and sunglasses, not to mention the hoods covering their heads. The shorter of the two donning a lighter colour palette through a milky white button-up, while the other was dressed in a night black hoodie and black ripped jeans. They appeared to be trying to escape the bundling mass of people, as they moved quickly and swiftly ahead of the horde in their haste. I gripped the wheel in surprise. The screams where deafening and I could feel them grating my nerves. I hoped my client would not be caught in this mess. I wanted out, and I wanted out as soon as possible.
Maybe they’re famous, maybe idols?
A small excitement sparked in me at that thought, but I was still daunted by the scene playing out in front of me. If they were idols, I felt incredibly sorry for them. This was a clear breach of privacy and personal space, and they didn’t deserve it at all. This was the reason for hatred against K-pop fandoms all around the world.
“Who do they think they are?” I found myself muttering, eyebrows furrowing in disappointment. Suddenly, the more brightly dressed man glanced around and pointed directly at my car, turning to his well-built friend to shout something hurriedly. I stiffened and my breath hitched when both started sprinting towards me, their fans following desperately to try and at least touch them.
Oh no.
My breathing sped up and the situation suddenly dawned on me. The empty mall, the shady name and blunt text response. The timing… I unlocked all my doors and gripped the wheel harder, if that was even possible. The mass of people followed the two men as they drew closer to my car, and I prayed to God that they didn’t leave any scratches or dents by the time I was gone. The one that acknowledged me first reached the car, and I jumped slightly when he opened the passenger door and clambered in swiftly. The other darkly dressed one threw himself in the backseat next and I jumped again when both doors slammed shut simultaneously.
“Hello!” The first guy cleared his throat from where he sat next to me and I could see he was bouncing his knee in apprehension, obviously wanting to scoot the fuck out of there, but still trying to be polite towards me. His breathing was shallow and I could see large beads of sweat rolling down the side of his half hidden face. I was in no mood to sit around and ponder about him.
“Fuck this,” I replied with a squeak and the second after the passenger door closed I shifted the gearstick and floored the pedal. Making sure that no people were in my way before skidding slightly around the pick-up bend. Only the sound of one singular hand slapping the boot of my car made me wince, but I was glad there was no other physical contact on my precious red Hyundai. Only the sound of laboured breathing could be heard amongst sighs of relief as we pulled away from the mall. I looked into the rear-view mirror to see some people giving a hearty chase down the road, but most of the fans had broken away and where just waving towards my car as we rolled away. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and I could feel a small smile resting on my face at the thought of escaping something like that. What a turn of events for this tedious day!
A muffled gasp caught my attention and I looked into my mirror again to see the darkly dressed guy’s eyes screwed shut as he laughed breathlessly, one hand slapping his knee in unrestrained reaction. His friend was just leaning his head back against the headrest as he gulped in large breaths of oxygen through his plump lips. They had both pulled down their masks and lifted their shaded glasses to catch their breaths, but the sight caused my own eyes to widen dangerously.
Holy fuck, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook are sitting in my car. What in the ever-loving…
My breathing hitched at the realisation, but I continued to drive steadily. The thing I needed to focus on most of all was getting away from the crazy population of the city. I knew internally I was freaking out a little at the thought of members of my favourite boyband sitting in my own car, but I kept it under wraps knowing they would definitely not appreciate another bout of whatever that shemozzle was before.
I guess nothing goes unnoticed when you’re that famous. Why the hell were they alone?
Jungkook stopped laughing as he looked at my wide-eyed and slightly terrified expression. He suddenly grew apologetic due to his unexplained laughing.
“Sorry, uh, just how you drove off… sorry,” His voice died down as he gradually started to regain his composure, and I watched a shy demeanour suddenly take over his form, as if he had been hit with a realisation of overstepping his bounds. Jimin just turned and glanced pointedly at him, and then back at me to search wearily for a response.
“No it’s fine, I’m just a tad shaken,” I huff out an exasperated breath, amusement showing on my features at the maknae’s sudden behaviour change. The idol next to me clears his throat as I turn another corner, luckily no traffic barred my way and I was easily able to fly down the main road.
“We’re very sorry for what happened back there, that was probably quite troublesome for you. We apologise for the inconvenience.”
“Seriously don’t worry. You guys definitely needed an escape from…that. I’m glad to help, honestly,” I smiled to ease any worry radiating from the two flustered boys.
“J, right?” I chuckle, glancing upwards into the mirror to lock eyes with Jungkook, not missing the way Jimin tried to conceal a smirk from the younger member.
“Ah, he’s not that creative with names it seems,” The older boy’s melodic speaking voice caused my lips to part in an involuntary breath of awe. I had always loved Park Jimin’s voice, whether it be singing or speaking or doing literally anything. Jungkook’s amused exhale and soft chuckle also made me quite soft.
“Ah, sorry about my rude message too,” He looked downwards and bowed slightly. I noticed how politely he spoke and my insides turned to jelly once again. I felt warm and fluffy.
“Don’t worry guys, how could I expect an essay when you were running for your lives?”
The two boys couldn’t contain their amused smiles as they exchanged another glance, seemingly conflicted. I could tell they didn’t know quite what to do with themselves in this situation, as they surely seldom had to get rides from anyone else other than their own personal drivers. I saw Jimin’s brows crease in concentration next to me, as if he was trying to figure out how to maintain his sense of professionalism. His hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt anxiously.
“You guys may want to start with an explanation, if that’s alright?” I decided to help the boys out. If I could establish a comfortable atmosphere here, it would be much easier to converse and work out what to do.
“I notice you put the next street over as your destination, but I’m fairly sure you’d both want to go further than that,” I make my point with a raised eyebrow and gesture to my phone sitting on the dashboard, destination showing clearly across the bottom of the screen. Jimin clicks his tongue and leans in to read my phone more clearly, and my skin tingles at his closer proximity.
“Seriously Jungkookie, any other place would’ve been better,” Although his tone was whiny with complaint, I could see the traces of a smile dancing across his features. He was obviously trying his best to remain stern.
“Ah, sorry hyung. I didn’t have all that much time in this case, did you forget?”
The cheek of this boy.
Jimin turned around and pointed at the younger boy while failing to hold back a giggle.
“Oi, show some respect you brat.”
Jungkook was also chuckling to himself, and I couldn’t help the smirk from tugging at my lips involuntarily. The group these guys came from always had this certain dynamic of playful bullying that won over so many fans. I include myself in that list honestly, as I always managed to have a good laugh watching their energetic interactions. It did remind me of my youth, even though I was still fairly young at the age of 22. They were fine joking around with themselves for a bit, but I could tell they were still very conscious of me and my presence in the car. They stopped chuckling and Jungkook cleared his throat noticeably in the back, silently handing over the responsibility of the situation to his elder.
“Um, sorry about that as well,” Jimin began to launch into a heartfelt apology, his bouncy blonde hair lowering with his head in a meaningful bow. I stopped him softly with a smile and made steady eye contact for a couple of seconds. His eyes were confused and I knew he was trying his best to deal with the situation properly, like his leader would.
“It’s fine, no more apologies please,” I added with a chuckle, easing the tension successfully as he leant backwards in his seat to relax.
“I just want to know how you both ended up there, if you don’t mind sharing that is. Also feel free to give me somewhere to drop you both off.”
Jimin glanced over me once more as if calculating my chances of being a threat. I made sure to keep my expression calm and clear while focusing on the empty road in front of me.
“Do you know us?” The sudden question from the back caused Jimin’s head to snap backwards, and my heartbeat to speed up incredibly. It wasn’t an accusing tone Jungkook used, but more on the curious side. Jimin still showed slight disapproval before turning his gaze back to me, a newfound curiosity also flashing across his features. It seemed he became a little shy after the topic of their fame rolled around, but I could tell he still wanted to know pretty badly.
“I’d consider myself a pretty big fan, not insane but you get what I mean,” I manage to force out, swallowing the lump in my throat at the thought of explaining my admiration for them. They were literally sitting in my car and I never thought I would be shy, but here I am with an embarrassed blush alighting across my face. Jimin widened his eyes next to me, his mouth parting slightly in his surprise. Jungkook inhaled a sharp breath before letting out another hearty chuckle.
“Wow! I never would have known.”
“Neither, I guess you must not be as emotional as many ARMY are when they see us,” Jimin smiled at the thought and I knew he didn’t mean anything bad by the comment.
“I’m just here to do my job. I’m not usually one to express my emotions that intensely, but I’ll let you both know that you’ve made my entire day.”
I saw Jimin turn his radiant smile towards me with an abashed sound.
“Thank you, you’ve done so much for us already. Thank you for rescuing us.”
I saw him throw a questioning glance at Jungkook, who in turn squinted his eyes in confusion.
“It’s (Y/n). You can use honorifics if you want, but I don’t care much for them,” I explain softly, easing his sudden bout of guilt for not even knowing my name.
“Ah, thanks once again (Y/n)-ssi.”
Both the boys were nervous, as they had just learned that I was a fan and were probably expecting me to flip out on them at any given moment. I knew Jungkook was shy around girls especially, but even he was kind of uncharacteristically silent in the back.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to freak out on you,” I assure them, keeping my eyes fixated on the road in front of me, my expression amused mostly.
“I’m curious as to why you guys were alone with no protection out there. That usually doesn’t seem to happen.”
“No, definitely not,” Jimin sighed and I heard Jungkook hum in agreement.
“We didn’t mean to get separated from the others, we were all meant to just be shopping,” Jungkook huffed, and I could tell the maknae was still shaken from his escapade from the mall. His eyes were still slightly widened from the adrenaline spike.
“Yeah, everyone was together, and then we weren’t. Then the fans appeared and all we could do was run. Jungkook had to download Uber and make an account and everything on the spot. Lucky you were there because our drivers weren’t going to be around until a few more hours.” Jimin provided, his voice rough and raspy from weariness and relief. I could tell the shorter boy was finally beginning to relax in the presence of the vehicle.
“Shit, I gotta call the Boss!” Jimin whipped out his phone and groaned when he discovered a couple of missed calls from his manager already. I gave him a nod to let him know he could make the call safely. I wouldn’t record it or anything shady like that, I respected them too much and it wasn’t in my nature at all. Jimin gazed at me a final time before finally deciding to place his full trust in me. I was already driving the car he was hitching a ride in, so I basically had already gained the trust of the two band members.
“I’d like to thank you as well (Y/n)-ssi, you really did save us back there,” Jungkook commented quietly as he leaned forward so I could hear. Neither of us wanted to interrupt Jimin as he fell into a heated discussion with his manager, or Namjoon from the sounds of his replies over the phone.
“It’s okay Jungkookie, I know you guys deserve a much-needed break after all that. Sit back and enjoy the ride is my response,” I sighed and finally decided to relax as well, releasing the tension in my muscles to sit more comfortably. I noticed Jungkook smirk cutely at the nickname I had accidently slipped, and was just glad that he didn’t react badly.
“No I swear she’s fine. She won’t do anything like that Hyung,” Jimin’s suddenly louder response caused my smile to drop and my eyes to swivel around to the blonde boy. His temperament had grown agitated and I could see he was having difficulty trying to convince his leader. His round cheeks were blown out in exasperation and I could clearly read the worry flitting across his expression.
“Jimin-ssi, if he wants to talk to me he can,” I offer softly so I didn’t spook him, raising my eyebrows in encouragement.
“No thanks it’s fine, I do trust you,” Jimin shakes his head and I can’t help but smile at his kind yet stubborn nature. These boys had no idea who I was, yet they put their faith in me and my driving skills for longer than they even needed to. Jimin finished up with his call after another few minutes of stressed reassuring.
“Um, (Y/n)-ssi? I have an address I need to put in,” He turned to me after letting out an explosive sigh, and I nodded my head to my phone resting on the dashboard.
“Go ahead, I don’t mind about distance.”
Jimin smiled at my response and shyly reached forward for my phone, still trying to be respectful.
“Hyung said it would be ideal if you dropped us off somewhere nearby the dorms so there’s no suspicion, but apparently all nearby areas are swarming with fans trying to figure out what’s going on.”
“Shit,” I breathe, the full realisation dawning on me. If their fans found out who I was, I wouldn’t be left alone for a while. I could imagine receiving threats and loads of unwanted attention, possibly not even being able to leave my house for a few days at the very least.
“So you’ll have to drop us at the actual dorms then.”
“What?” I question instantly, as it sounded like the dumbest thing I’d ever heard.
“Isn’t that where most of the fans would be?”
“Well, most likely, but there's security,” Jimin ran a hand down his face as if trying to massage away the sudden bout of stress brought on, and I could see just how tired he was from all the disorder.
“Why not drive you somewhere far away and get your driver to pick you up or something?”
“I did suggest that, but they just want us back as soon as possible so they can calm everyone down.”
I guess that makes a little sense, as watching another car pull out of the building might cause the fans to suspect the worst. They could even believe that I kidnapped the two band members instead of saving them.
“Okay, but one of you lend me a mask or something. I’m not going in there with a death wish.”
Jungkook chuckles from the back seat, and I’m slightly startled due to not hearing from the younger boy for a while.
“You’re right though, here you can use mine. I have my hoodie anyway.” A hand appears next to me holding a familiar black mask, the faint but fragrant smell of a rare cologne wafting around me at the action. Of course anything he’s worn would smell this expensive. Seeing how normal they can act, it’s hard to remember just how rich they actually are.
“Thanks.” I slipped on the mask and the smell was now stronger. I almost swoon.
“It’s actually not as far as I thought,” I comment when the map displays the route to take. I knew the traffic was most likely to be more congested in this area than the city mall was before, so I decided to take a couple of back routes.
“Good plan,” Jungkook pipes in with a nod and I see the excited grin plastered on his face.
“What are you so happy about?” Jimin scoffs, but I can tell he’s smiling widely in amusement.
“I dunno, just this whole thing is so… exciting? Nothing like this has ever happened before,” Jungkook replies while trying to smother his grinning, but failing miserably.
“True, you guys would usually be living a careful life, right?” I decide to join in, not satisfied with sitting there in silence when I have the chance to talk face-to-face with a couple of my favourite idols. Jimin and Jungkook don’t seem to be shy or guarded around me as much as they were, but I know they’re still keeping face amongst all the drama.
“Of course, we don’t want our precious fans to worry about us,” Jimin goes on in a level tone, his hand flying up to emphasise his point. I still can’t get over how good his voice sounds in person, and how it’s this close to me.
“Speaking of fans, you’re an Army?” Jungkook’s cheeky lilt gains my attention, and causes me to look up and lock eyes with him in the rear-view mirror.
“What of it?”
I try to suppress my sharp exhale of amusement, but fail miserably as well. Kookie’s adorable expression of playful confidence, bordering on egotistical even, makes the laughter bubble up.
“Well, obviously you’d have a favourite.”
The question causes me to now laugh openly out loud, smacking the wheel once.
“Ah, I should’ve seen this coming honestly.”
Jimin clicks his tongue at his junior band member.
“As if it matters,” His voice is also playful, and I can tell he’s just as curious as the maknae by how he looks across at me with raised eyebrows and a small knowing smirk adorning his full lips. They were both taking this as a joke, and I was not going to be any different.
“Of course it matters Jimin, this is the question that decides my fate,” I feign offense, and watch as his smile causes his eyes to disappear in the cutest way imaginable.
“Oh shit, I forgot the honorific,” I splutter, another embarrassed blush swarming over my cheeks.
“Its fine, you mentioned you don’t care for them before, so I can live without it.” I smirk at him and shake my head slightly.
“You’re actually too nice.”
His melodious chuckle is interrupted by the mischievous maknae in the back.
“Yah, don’t change the subject Hyung. Who’s your favourite member (Y/n)?” I notice he takes instant advantage of the honorific drop, and I almost slip an amused snort.
“Well it’s not either of you, that’s for sure.”
I know they can tell there’s a certain level of sarcasm in my tone, but they still let out varying noises of defeat.
“What, no way. It must be Jin-hyung then,” Jungkook groans and I cannot contain my snort. His narcissistic nature is showing, and this time I’m not even sure if it’s a joke or not. Jimin chooses to pipe in as well, obviously enjoying the mystery that was my ‘supposed bias’.
“Nah, I reckon it’s Tae. She’s weird enough to be a perfect match for him.”
Oh my, he really went there already.
Both of the boy’s breath hitched, as if they thought I was gonna act all offended and kick them out on the curb.
“Honestly, if you think Tae’s weird then I’m a whole other level. Although I guess I can never know who you guys are behind the screen.” Jimin visibly relaxed after hearing me take the joke, but then become serious again with my last comment.
“We’re fairly genuine to our fans,” He defends, but I know he’s not insulted. Jungkook nods in agreement from the back, still smiling from the joking that happened before.
“Of course, that’s why you’re one of my favourite groups, but you have to admit it is kind of impossible for someone like me to make a judgement on someone I’ve never met.”
“That is true, we really do try hard for you guys. I never though super hard about that,” Jimin looked upwards as he pondered, and I felt proud that I’d gotten more than enough glimpses of both of their true natures just from this simple car ride. Though maybe they were just good actors.
“We may be one of your favourite groups, but I’m still waiting for the member,” Jungkook starts lowly from the back, his sentence breaking off into his famous high pitched giggle when he sees my deadpan expression staring him down in the mirror. Jimin joins in and I sigh in defeat.
“Okay. I don’t have one.”
There’s a small silence, but both boys instantly let out sounds of sudden realisation.
“Ah, you’re one of those.” I was about to question what Jimin meant, but Jungkook cut me off.
“I was just about to pin her as a Yoongi stan.”
The sudden and serious statement made me cackle, although the sound was muffled by the black fabric of the mask over my mouth.
“Oh boy, you have absolutely no idea. My best friend…” I trail off as laughter grips me, almost causing me to veer off the road uncontrollably.
“Jesus Christ watch out,” Jimin breathlessly squeaks as he makes a grab for the wheel to steady the moving car. I grip the wheel in fear, but amusement washes over me once again.
“Hyung did your voice just-“
“Shut up.”
I can’t stop the laughter, but I manage to regain control. My laughs are now borderline wheezes, and I hear Kookie in the back sharing the same demise.
“As I was saying,” I begin, but snort as the memory of Jimin’s voice crack is brought back to the front of my mind. Jungkook is in shambles, but Jimin is just sitting with his head buried in his hands next to me, shoulders shaking as he tries to avoid his inevitable embarrassment.
“Stop,” He drawls it out and reaches behind him to smack the chortling maknae on the knee somewhat harshly. I knew he hated that he just got embarrassed in front of some stranger, who had also been established as a pretty avid fan. Poor chim.
“You forget I’ve seen videos of your many embarrassments,” I offer in between chuckles, and see his face scrunch up in an adorable cringe before he sighs in defeat.
“Yeah, I give up.” He still chuckles and shakes his head, the tinkling sounds cause me to bring a hand up to clutch my chest dramatically. Both boys laugh cutely once again at my reaction, Jimin’s eyes disappearing as he covers his face bashfully.
“You sure you’re not a Jimin stan, noona?” Jungkook chimes in. I raise a brow and decide to skilfully avoid the question.
“Ah, so you picked up that I’m older than you?” Jungkook stops, his jaw going slack at the sudden question, and suddenly I’m face to face with the famous ‘Jungshook’. I almost can’t contain myself.
“Oh, yeah maybe? It kind of actually just slipped out.” I find myself giggling at the return of his shy persona, and he smiles bashfully at the floor in response, his tongue pushing out one of his cheeks in shame adorably.
“Yah, don’t assume such a thing,” Jimin chuckles, obviously grateful that the heat was finally off of him.
“Don’t worry, I’m the same age as Jiminie I believe,” I decide to help the poor boy out, craning my neck forward to check the next turn off for oncoming cars. We were actually almost to the destination, as the trip had flown by too quickly. After Jungkook made a noise of comprehension towards my revelation, Jimin looked around suddenly and grunted in surprise.
“Crap, I was meant to call Namjoon-hyung back a few minutes ago.”
“What are you doing hyung?” Jungkook chides in flippant scolding, to which Jimin responds with another angered slap. He brings out his phone and dials a number quickly, obviously not concerned that I could very well easily read and memorise the number in two seconds flat.
As If I would anyway.
I fell silent as Jimin waited for the phone call to connect.

 

Jungkook 3rd person POV

Jungkook also waited, breathless at the thought of how dire the situation was to their careers as a whole. This was such a strange occurrence to the famous band members, and they thought about how normal and relaxed the car ride had actually been when compared to how awkward they thought it was going to turn out. When Jungkook had made the Uber request originally, he and Jimin were prepared to face the worst. Anyone who had the opportunity to drive a car unsupervised with two famous idols in tow could easily turn the tables and expose them more, or maybe even do worse things…
Jungkook shook his head at the thought and silently swallowed the bile rising in his throat. He glanced over to your form sitting in the driver’s seat, stiffened slightly due to the very important call being made. You had been nothing but kind and understanding so far, not to mention hilariously easy going. Jungkook found himself respecting you immediately. You could have freaked out and demanded autographs or photos from them at any time. You could have decided to not drop them off where they wanted and just continued to drive for eternity. You could have even taken them anywhere you wanted to, but no, you listened to them, respected their privacy and even agreed to risk your reputation to drive them into their dorms where countless fangirls could eat you alive if they found out. You were just amazing. Jungkook knew his hyung felt similarly. Well, considering how he defended you without question before when Namjoon probably jumped to conclusions, it was evident that Jimin trusted you too. Jungkook was completely numb from bewilderment. Everything could have gone wrong for them in their haste to escape the mob of their excited fans, but it didn’t, and it was all thanks to you.
These fans are our purpose.

Although if he was honest, he wouldn't mind at all if you suddenly got all flustered and cute while gushing over him. Just a little bit.

 

Reader 1st person POV

I watched as Jimin jerked the phone away from his ear suddenly, a loud voice booming loudly through the tiny speaker to reach even my ears. Jimin’s face winced as he brought the phone back to his ear hesitantly.
“We’re so sorry for the mess Sir, but it worked out.”
I knew that he was most likely talking to his manager or director with how his language changed. He ruffled his blonde hair anxiously and continued to listen to the voice on the line, eventually chewing his bottom lip in another bout of anxiety.
“Wait, we’re almost to the dorms, she’s got a mask on and everything-” Jimin was cut off and my eyes darted in between him and the road ahead to try and figure out what was happening. His breathing had sped up and I could see his own eyes meeting mine a few times worriedly.
What is going on?
I was getting close to the dorms, and I had noticed before how the housing had become wealthier the more I drove through the city. The streets were becoming beautiful and cleaner. I knew that the boys lived in most likely the richest place in the city, and this place was by far the definition of that. One thing I also noticed is that there were a few groups of girls dotted here and there that were walking or sitting around the footpaths. Some even saw my car and started pointing and taking photos while jumping up and down.
“Well, there goes my anonymity,” I sigh and slump further in my seat, as if to hide my face better than it was already hidden. The only sound as I drove onwards was Jimin’s occasional reply into the phone next to me. His responses were becoming less worried, but still sounded unenthusiastic.
“Yes I understand, okay I’ll tell her,” Jimin sighed and I held my breath at the sound of the call being hung up. My curiosity was nothing short of burning, and I instantly turned to the blonde boy when he looked at me pointedly.
“Um, our manager needs you to come in with us so you can speak with him and sign some stuff.”
I look forward again and nod once in understanding.
“Yeah, I knew this would most likely happen. Confidentiality right?”
I crack a smile at the thought of actually going in and meeting the famous Bang Sihyuk, CEO and founder of Bighit Entertainment.
“Wow,” I breathed after fully getting my head around what was happening.
“I guess you never thought this would happen,” Jungkook chuckled from the backseat, and I scoffed in disbelief.
“Yeah it’s not every day you meet two members of Bangtan and their producer.”
The sarcasm was heavy, and the two boys grinned in amusement. Jimin leant forwards to rest his head on the dashboard in a weary manner.
“Ah, I’m so sorry for forcing you into this mess (Y/n)-ssi.”
“What did I say about apologising? I love you guys and your music, this is the least I can do to repay you for all the happiness you have brought me,” My voice becomes emotional and quiet as I let out my pent up feelings. I didn’t know how exactly I could express my bundling thoughts into formed words, but I felt as though that might have been just enough to let them know how ecstatic I truly was that this miracle had happened to me.
“You’re truly an angel,” Jimin smiled at me so sweetly and genuinely that I had to rip my gaze away from him in order to not tear up. I heard Jungkook sigh in awe at my words, and I looked up to see him smiling shyly at the ground before glancing up.
“Fans like you are the reason we have made it this far (Y/n).”
Jimin turns his head and gives Jungkook a look that says 'Well that was fucking sappy' but I can’t help but smile wider and let out a tiny gleeful squeak unknowingly.
His words had caused my emotions to storm again, and I was so happy to hear them in person that I didn’t even know what to do with myself. I gripped the wheel tighter so I wouldn’t let go and do anything stupid. Since I had my mask on, they could only see my smile through how my eyes and cheeks bunched up. Unfortunately, the mask wasn’t large enough to cover my entire cheeks.
“Awe you’re so cute when you blush like that,” Jimin laughed loudly, reaching out to poke my reddening skin. I gasped and knocked his hand away softly with one of my own.
“Leave me alone, I can’t control it or anything.”
Jungkook was also sniggering in the back, his cheeky nature making a comeback as I shook my head to try and rid myself of the heat.
“Sorry for that noona.”
Now he was using the word to tease me, and I fought the urge to slap him like Jimin did before.
“Silly boy, I swear you’ll never make me blush again.”
“You sure about that? I’ll accept the challenge.”
“And we’re here!” I draw out the first word to hopefully try and cut him off.
I can still hear him giggling in the back, his knowing smile small and mischievous. The sight before me was spectacular, if that was even enough to sum it up. The area in which BTS lived was absolutely breathtaking, and I knew that this was in fact one of the, if not the richest place in all of Seoul. The gardens were amazingly well grown and maintained, while the architecture was marvellously planned and constructed. Modern was also an understatement, as this place seemed borderline futuristic. To describe it in one word, magnificent.
“I don’t even know if someone like me should go in there,” I spluttered, my voice cracking multiple times in sheer astonishment.
“Don’t be silly, how else are we gonna get in there?” Jimin jokes and I snort lightly at his change of demeanour.
“Walk, pabo,” I said it in the most teasing tone I could and shared a cheeky glance with the maknae behind me when Jimin gasped.
“Rude, and here I thought you were a fan?”
“I’m joking Jimin, alright how do we actually do this?” I looked around and saw a parking space out the front of the main building. Jimin gestured towards it and nodded, giving me the go to proceed. There were no fans lurking around this place due to the security, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape any photography if it was there. Luckily we had only a few brief, yet concerning encounters with the fans while driving in to the complex itself.
If Kookie hadn’t given me the mask I would be dead meat.
I parked the car carefully and fell back into my seat with a sigh. Jimin and Jungkook eyed me with concern clouding their features.
“We’re so-”
“Park Jimin, will you listen to any words I speak?” I tilt my head and blink rapidly at him with a smile on my face. He sees my playful, yet tired expression and shakes his head with an annoyed groan.
“I probably will never stop apologising for the trouble we’ve caused.”
I sigh again and exaggerate a pout, almost mockingly. Jungkook lets out a huff and a click of his tongue, bringing back his cocky attitude.
“Come on Hyung, she already said it doesn’t matter.”
His tone causes Jimin to narrow his eyes towards the back accusingly and I watch as the younger member sits back down, satisfied with his reaction.
“Thankyou maknae,” I roll my eyes and suppress a chuckle at his scoff, catching Jimin’s amused and appreciative look. I observe around one more time before turning my gaze upwards to glance at the building next to us.
“Okay it’s now or never boys, run and don’t look back.”