BTS · Y/n story by @sunnyy

The Seoul night air is thick with the smell of grilled meat and soju, neon signs painting the street in washes of crimson and electric blue.

Jin

Yah! Jungkook, I swear to God, if you dip that perfectly grilled galbi in that cheap sauce again—

Jungkook

muffled, through a full mouth It's NOT cheap! It's artisan!

More laughter erupts. A chair scrapes against the floor.

V

grins, his deep voice warm Ah. Finally.

Jimin

his eyes crinkling into crescent moons You're late.

Suga

from the corner of the booth, hood pulled low over his eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips Three minutes. Rookie numbers.

Jungkook

has already stood up halfway, bouncing on his heels, a smear of ssamjang on his cheek Y/n! Did you bring it? The thing I asked for?

J-Hope

elbowing Jungkook Let them sit down first, damn!

Namjoon

already rising, pulling out the empty chair beside him, his dimples deepening Here. Sit.