Headphones on, wearing nothing but an overgrown sweater and knee socks, you yanked the vacuum around while singing at the top of your lungs, “Everybody say no!”
Jamming out would be an understatement. You knew the entire song by heart and even changed your voice to mimic whoever’s lines you were singing. The boys weren’t due to be back for another hour and you intended to have the apartment spotless by the time they returned.
Kookie had an ongoing battle with the fruit flies and you knew it wasn’t good for his sleeping schedule.
Being Jin’s girlfriend, you were constantly spoiled by your hunky, adorable boyfriend. He was the most affectionate creature on the planet and nothing made him happier than showering you with gifts, food, and more food. After introducing you to the members of BTS, you felt as if you had just become a big sister to six bouncing baby boys.
The song ended and you had two seconds to catch your breath before the real test of your rapping skills began. It was called “Dope.”
Swinging the vacuum in your hand, you began belting the intro while simultaneously attempting to perform the insanely difficult dance moves. To your credit, you kept up with the beat very well. But you could only sustain it for about ten seconds.
“I don’t wanna say yes. I don’t wanna say yes.” You had just cleared V’s part when you spun around on your tiptoes, screaming in fright when you came face to face with the boys. They were grinning with amusement, though Yoongi looked particularly offended with the way you had desecrated his rap.
Clawing at your ears, you finally managed to bring the headphones to sling around your neck, and chastised, “Oppa, you’re early!”
Jin approached and pinched your cheeks, grabbing one of the headphones to hear what part you were at before returning them to cup your ears. A few seconds later, the members were huddled around you, performing the chorus’ signature dance.
You did your best to keep up, but you were far too busy laughing and smiling with sheer delight. Typical Kookie danced his little heart out, while Yoongi did the bare minimum before crawling to the couch.
Song ended, you finally greeted your boyfriend between panting breaths.
“You’re so cute, but what are you wearing?” Jin asked sweetly, glancing down.
Quickly realizing you were in his extra large sweater, which graciously reached to the mid portion of your thigh, and donning the set of pink kitten thigh highs he had bought you, you crossed your hands over your lower region, wondering if your stark red panties were visible.
“Oppa, can you see my butt in this?” you squeaked, eyes wide.
Jin darted like lightning, clutching you in a back hug and concealing your behind by making sure it was pressed against jeans. “No, I can’t, but just to be safe, I should escort you to my room,” Jin teased.
“Real smooth,” you teased, patting his arm and returning to your vacuum.
“Noona, the fruit flies,” Jungkook told you absentmindedly. “They always return in the night.”
Firing up the machine, you put a hand on your hip and declared, “Noona ain’t afraid of no bugs, Kookie.”