Unnamed BTS Fic - Chapter 2 - This Wasn't How I Envisioned It "I just... I didn't..." I stuttered, feeling my heart squirm as I started right at Yoongi. He had a black hat over his blue hair, a t-shirt and plaid button up over top of it. I was too flustered to even get a good look at what pants he was wearing, I was too worried about the giant ass hole in my jeans that he was currently taking glances at. Whipping myself around, I stared back at him, probably with the most awkward expression of my life on my face. "I think at this point, it's... pretty clear what happened to me." I explained, swallowing. "Mmm..." Yoongi replied, shaking his head as he walked away. I closed my eyes and let myself sink down to the floor in a heap. What the hell was that? I didn't expect my first encounter with BTS to play out that way. That would be my luck, though. Coincidentally meet Suga, show him my ass and make an ass of myself. Yep. That was class. Well, at least I have a story to tell the kids one day. 'Hey kids. Your mom met one of her celebrity crushes.' 'Wow, really?!' 'Yep. And in a men's bathroom to boot.' 'Wait, what?' 'Yep. Showed him my ass too.' 'Mooooom!' Yeah, that would go well. After a few moments of picking up my broken pride, I decided to find a stall to sit in for a moment, while I devised a plan. Sitting out here on the floor wouldn't do much for me if another guy, BTS or not, comes in here. I lowered the seat cover and had a seat in the stall, my head in my hands. And while I was wallowing in self pity, someone was coming into the bathroom. "Did Yoongi forget his shirt here?" I heard another familiar voice call out. N-Nam Joon? I swallowed hard as I sat there, watching feet slip past me. "Probably got hot and took it off. But still, he should at least think of the stylists who would have to go searching for it." I heard Hoseok reply. Did... Yoongi leave his shirt... for me? I sat for a moment, thinking. Nah. He wouldn't do that. There's no way. It's probably exactly what Hobi said. "What are we going to do about Jungkook though? I know Yoongi went too far, but we can't have the concert without him. The fan meeting starts in about an hour. What if he doesn't come back? The fans can't find out that we were fighting over some girl." Wait, what? "Hush... He'll come back. Even he can't do that to the fans. What if someone is listening? This can't get leaked..." Nam Joon responded with a sigh. Oh shit... If they find me here... It's not like I would say anything... I mean, they have their own lives, they can do what they wa-CRASH. How the everlasting hell... I stared, blinking down at the toilet paper dispenser laying on the ground. Now, I know for certainly that I would not be considered fat, but just because I was gripping at the thing, it decided to fall? This was some weird ass fate, right here. "Who's there?" Hoseok asked and I could see his feet in front of my stall. At least I remembered to lock i-BANG. My eyes went wide. I forgot to lock it and now Nam Joon was staring at my white ass, sitting on the toilet, the toiler paper dispenser on the ground, a few pieces of it scattered about the stall. They both stared at me for a moment before Nam Joon opened his mouth to speak. Before any words could come out, however, I stood up with a speed I didn't know I had. "I'm sorry. I need that." I told them, grabbing Yoongi's shirt and pushing my way through them. As I ran, I wrapped Yoongi's shirt around my waist, hoping against hopes that this was all some weird noodle induced dream. I turned to check if they were behind me as I ran, only to be greeted by both Hoseok and Nam Joon's figures right behind me. Shit... Maybe if I run towards the other fans they will stop... Just as I turned to head that way, however, Hoseok cut me off and Nam Joon tackled me to the ground. Feeling like a rather blessed prisoner, I was pulled away by these two into one of their practice rooms. Once inside, they sat me down near the mirror, and Nam Joon put his hands on his hips. "What did you hear?" Nam Joon asked, staring down at me. "N-Nothing! I didn't hear anything..." I lied, a look of terror on my eyes. "She's lying." Hoseok spoke, also staring at me. This was not how I envisioned meeting my babies...