Tuesday - 6:29pm
Violet had arrived home from work an hour or so ago, heading straight to one of the bathrooms to shower and slipped into a hoodie before she made her way down into the living room. "What on earth are you wearing?"
She stood pin straight, a scorching hot cup of coffee in hand as she slowly turned around from the kitchen counter. From the open floor plan, the 7 men in the living room all had their eyes on her... Well on her choice of clothing.
"It isn't what it looks like! Okay. Maybe it is..." She muttered, her own eyes on the hem of the overly large hoodie. "Is there a special reason as to why you're wearing my hoodie, Flower?" Namjoon questioned with a raised brow, feeling his heart wobble from how small she looked.
"Uhm, no?" Awkwardly flicking the light off, she merely stood, in the center of the kitchen/dining room, "It's pitch black, and we can see you're blushing. Come here, Vi." Namjoon cooed out, Taehyung slapping the youngest beside him to prevent his squeals.
"What do you want to tell us?" Jin took the lead this time, the woman being pulled into the leader's lap, his hands latched onto his waist to steady her. "Bang and I spoke again today." She admitted.
Jungkook was now at her knees, to get away from Taehyung and to just be a little closer to her. "I'm a manager." Violet spoke out into the silence, no one answering. She had told them when they came home that Bang had promoted her from an assistant to manager of the stylists.
Meaning she had to keep makeup, outfits, stage props and the other staff in the stylist teams organised.
"I'm your manager." She spoke again, hoping her slight change of words triggered something, anything, in their minds. But to no avail. "I'm Bangtan's new manager, dweebs!"
The men, more like teenage boys, erupted in obnoxious cheers. Namjoon hoisted the woman up onto his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
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"Ooh, miss manager. I like this." Jungkook sat back against the couch, legs crossed much like his hands behind his head, staring directly at Violet, well at her hoodie which was ever so slowly raising from her hunched over position as she struggled to set up a camera for a live.
"Jungkook, you filthy pervert. I'll shove a spoon in your ear if you're not careful." Seokjin threatened, hand weaving through Jungkook’s growing locks to tug his head farther back in punishment.
"But she wants to have babies, hyungie." The youngest reasoned, Violet now stood behind the camera, ready to start, all the while she glared at Jungkook.
"I'll make your next live unbearable, Koo. Just you wait.'' She smiled evilly over at him, Jungkook chewing the inside of his lip. "Is that a threat, miss manager. That's kinky, and now with your title?" He groaned aloud, Violet clicking the 'Start Live Now' button, half a million ARMY witnessing it all.
Jungkooks face bloomed red.
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Fanfiction"You're beautiful" He mumbled out, hands cupping her face, brushing her tears away "I'm so sorry you feel as though you're not, but I know it's hard, it's so hard, but you're so strong, you're doing so well, and I'm so proud of you." "I've got you...
