Promise · A BTS JiminXReader Texting AU (Well, kind of)

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The elevator doors open, and I step out into the creepy hallway. I walk to the studio, where I can hear the music still playing.

I take a breath as I turn the handle, opening the door and stepping inside.

"Y/n! Are you okay?! He didn't say anything offensive, did he?!" Sejin stands and guides me to sit on the side before noticing the binder in my hand.

"What's that?" he narrows his eyss and points at the binder.

"Oh, he, uh, gave it to me. Why?" He snatches it out of my hand and flips open the cover. His eyes widen once he reads the title.

"Boys!" They all look up from the dance floor and make their way over to where we are.

"What's that?" Namjoon points at the binder that Sejin is holding, as some of the others narrow their eyes.

"Hey! Boys! Don't stop now!" Hye Ji calls.

"We're just taking a break noona," Jungkook lies.

Hye Ji shakes her head, not believing any of their lies.

"Fine, do whatever you want then."

"Is that Y/n's binder? I didn't see her holding it when we came," Jungkook tilts his head to the side.

"Um, Si-hyuk gave it to me," I mutter.

"What?! I want to see!" Taehyung takes the book out of Sejin's hand and passes it to the others once he reads the title.

"Noona, what does it mean by 'Terms and Agreements?'"

I shrug. I didn't really understand at first either. Their rules are really strict when it comes to their employees. Much less their artists.

Yoongi and Jimin both are reading the first page in the binder before both of their eyebrows pinch together.

"What the hell...?" Jimin mutters angrily.

"No, no, no," Jin grabs the binder from Jimin and Yoongi and hands it back to me. "If she wants to share this with us, she can. If she wants to keep it to herself, she can. Give her some privacy. You're all like a bunch of horny high schoolers looking at nudes that a girl just sent you."

"But hyung! She's getting treated like... like, a fling! I mean, 'Terms and Agreements'?! What the hell does that even mean?!" Yoongi yells, clenching his fists.

"Yoongi, calm down. It isn't that bad. I'm fine," I tell him

"Fine?! You call this fine, Y/n?! I bet he made you sign an agreement contract, too. Am I right?!" Jimin yells.

I stay quiet, just in case I let something else slip out.

"So I was right, right Y/n?"

I look down, avoiding eye contact with them. I don't really want to look at any of them right now.

"I swear, I am going to march down to his office and give him a piece of my mind," Jimin mumbles and glares at the floor.

"Hyung," Tae puts a hand on Jimin's shoulder.

"What?"

"You're having violent thoughts again. And remember what we said about that?"

Jimin sighs and keeps his mout shut for the rest of the practice and I finally get my binder back.

Yay!

"Okay," Hye Ji claps her hands and wipes sweat off her face using her hand. "Great job boys. Can't wait to hear the song." She winks before walking away to pack her things.

I slump in my seat, enjoying the very comfy cushion, before the boys are all ready and back in the car, ready to head home.

Hoseok unlocks the dorm door and we all push past him, plopping ourselves on the couch and on the ground. Everyone except for me.

I head into the room, dropping my bag on the floor. The only that's in my hand now, is the binder. I guess I should look through this.
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It takes me a few hours to read through all of the pages. A total of 275 pages.

Who the hell takes the time to type, print, and read through all of this anyway?!

Eventually, Jimin took the binder and hid it from me, forcing me to go to sleep.

"Y/n," Jimin groans. He grabs my wrist and pulls me down onto the bed. We end up in a position where I'm practically straddling him. My hair falls down, probably tickling his face. If it is, he doesn't show it.

I blush and try to get up, but his arms wrap around my waist, preventing me from doing so. He removes and arm and cups my face with his hand, stroking my cheek.

"Jimin..." I manage to whisper. I really don't know why, but I'm feeling pretty out of breath.

"Shh." He starts tracing my upper lip, then my bottom, saying,"There's something, right over," his finger stops caressing my lower lip, "here."

"What are you--"

He kisses me, making me gasp. The kiss is soft at first, but starts becoming heated as he bites my bottom lip, making me gasp again, as he slips his tongue inside.

It's weird though, since I've never had a makeout session with anyone before. Much less having someone else's tongue in my mouth.

His fingers make their way into my hair, as his tongue explores my mouth.

That is, until a knock comes from the door.