One Rule! • JK x Reader•

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You're sat clutching at the clipboard in your hand so hard your knuckles have gone white and you're pretty sure your heart rate isn't normal; the performance time is nearly here and you've been pacing backwards and forwards outside the guys dressing rooms for the last hour making sure all the makeup artists and hair stylists have been in and sorted everything before it's too late, the catering team have had enough food available for them although you've only seen the guys briefly going in and out of the catering room every so often and leaving with a handful of fruit and something light, to your surprise with only another forty five minutes before the performance you haven't actually seen Jungkook around the food that much which doesn't seem right unless he's eaten when you've been lost in the paperwork that you were piled with earlier, no, he can't have you'd have seen? You don't want to admit that for last couple of weeks you've noted where Jungkook has been when you've been within a certain radius of him and the others. The band have rehearsed the performance enough times now for you to know they'll do amazing, but it doesn't stop you having that worry like the rest of the team. Sung Jin hasn't come along today, he's left it in the capable hands of their regular manager, Beom Seok who you now know as Beom, he's pretty cool easy to get along with, thankfully and he seems quite chilled out all the time which is nice when things become a bit stressful. You put the clipboard down in the band's green room and see each one of them stroll in one by one, filing through the door all dressed up and looking a million dollars, "wow, you guys look amazing" you beam a thousand watt smile at them as they throw themselves down on the sofa watching the rest of the show go by before they are called on to perform, as you watch Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin and Hoseok pull their phones out and start tapping away lost in their screens you notice Tae and Jimin messing around with each other's jewellery, checking which silver rings look better on which finger, where's Jungkook? You blink taking another look over them all and he's still not there, maybe he's in the toilet or, you glance over your shoulder and notice he still hasn't entered the room, so as a good assistant you need to know what's happening, where he is, as you look back at the guys you see Jimin look up at you and give you a quick small smile before going back to his conversation with Tae. "Erm.. guys, where's Jungkook?" They all look up at you and give you a stupid grin, all apart from Jimin who is looking at you like he's trying to read your mind, you kinda wish you'd not asked for fear that they think you care for him more, because you don't, you don't do you? No! "He's where he always is before a performance" Namjoon speaks up looking up from his phone again and then taking his eyes back off you, you give a confused look; what's that supposed to mean? "Oh you haven't been to a live performance with us before have you" Yoongi sighs and goes immediately back into his phone and then turning and showing Hoseok something he's looking at on it. You're more confused by the minute but you see Jimin stand up and walk over to you; Jimin gently rests his hand on your upper arm and then leans in a little closer, "he's eating, I'm sure he'll want some company, we never give him any, don't know how he eats before we perform" then he leans back away from you with a smile. "Huh?" You look at him and he just shrugs his shoulders, "he's in the catering room, go find him!" And with that Jimin goes back to his space on the sofa next to Tae never looking back up at you, Tae only giving you a small glance but not conveying much so you give in and quietly walk out the room to find Jungkook.

You arrive at the door of the catering room and take a peek inside , instantly seeing Jungkook filling a plate with all the different variations of food on offer, you can't help but notice how handsome he looks in his stage outfit; tight black skinny jeans showing off his thighs and a black shirt that has some sparkly chains around the collar, he looks.. beautiful, his hair parted into a small quiff at the front exposing his forehead. You're lost for a moment drinking in his imagine until he catches you stood at the door and looks your way; "hey" he gives you a smile that quite frankly melts your heart into a puddle in your chest, it's then that you notice his makeup, his eyes have a smokey look to them exaggerating his pretty sparkling eyes, no don't, don't look at them! "Hi" you smile back wandering over towards him, maybe this will be a mistake, maybe you should just tell him to hurry up and come and join you and the rest of the band in the green room and turn and leave, but no, you keep walking forward until you're in front of him and his stacked high plate of food. "You gunna eat all that?" You ask breaking the strange silence in the catering room, he looks down at the plate and then back up at you as he picks up a small hotdog on the plate and shoved it into his mouth, you watch mesmerised but bringing you back to this world is how you watch some of the mustard and ketchup drip from it and go dangerously close to his shirt, "it's going to.." You don't even think as you put your hand out, your fingers brushing his chin to make sure it doesn't ruin his clothes. But when you touch his skin it's like someone just set fire to your fingertips and you pull them away so fast it's embarrassing; "sorry.. I... it was going to.." then you make it worse stumbling over all your words like a child who's been told off at school. "Thanks" he says watching your reaction and then giving you smile, "I think I do that every time" he giggles and you want to bury your head, you're secretly internally praying to god that your cheeks don't give you away, praying that your foundation does well. "What?" You asks in confusion totally lost now at the whole thing, "you saved my shirt, I do this every show, nearly wreck my shirt, staining it, it's like a ritual" he laughs and shoves more food into his mouth. You just sit there and watch him eat, it's pleasing it makes you smile; "want some?" He asks shoving the plate your way, but you just shake you head, no. "Try this" he holds up a long thin pretzel stick hovering it near your mouth, "no I'm not.." but he doesn't even listen, "go on, it's nice I promise" he shoves it forward and it hits your lips something in your body jumping and all the cells going haywire, you take a bite and realise he's telling the truth, it nice, "yeah okay you're right" you say swallowing down your bite and watching as he eats the rest of it, not even caring for a second that you just bit the same piece of food. "How do you perform after eating all this?" You say shocked but happy he's enjoying it; "don't know I just always do, Namjoon used to tell me all the time how I'll throw up but I never have, so it's kinda become a thing" he shrugs and continues his eating. You sit with him as he finishes the plate and then carefully wipes at his mouth, he looks directly at you, "do I look okay?" You stare at him straight in the eyes, flitting your eyes down to his lips once and then back up, it should be awkward but it's not, although your heart is surely doing summersaults, "it's.. yeah, yeah you look fine" you opt for an easy answer, vague but it does the job. "Nothing in my teeth? Round my mouth" he says still staring at you waiting, "no.. nope you're all good" you snap out of it smiling and go to stand up but he stops you, grabbing your wrist gently; "I don't know why you were so worried about being our assistant, I think you do a great job" your world starts to spin and you want out of that room as quick as possible but of course that doesn't happen. "Thank you" you both stare at each other for a moment, a weird a minute, "okay now go! You're due on stage in.." looking at your watch then back at him, ".. ten minutes so move it!" He stands up straightening out his shirt in his jeans and you can't watch it's too much, "are you coming?" He asks waiting for you to move and go with him, "yeah, yeah I'm coming you go" you wave your hand around motioning him to leave. "Come on then!" He stands waiting at the door, god why can't he just go, "I'm coming" you sigh staying put but then he does too, god he's so stubborn! "When? Next week? Come on" he crosses his arms and leans on the door frame, it's a simple gesture but god he makes it look so hot, why?! "I'm here god sake I'm here" you give in following him back into the green room, just before you walk in he turns around to look at you, "you'll watch the performance won't you?" You nod your head immediately, "of course", when you get back into the room no one looks up, nobody cares because this is what Jungkook does every performance, they've all said it, he's said it, it's nothing new, but then you catch Jimin giving you a glance and as quick as you make eye contact with him you look away and grab up the clipboard again pretending to look at something and shuffling to the opposite side of the room, you can't deal with this now!

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Does anyone else love seeing BTS eat? Like, it's my favourite thing, they're so happy when they love their food💜

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