RapMonster: One shot

”Take a break,” The choreographer shot us all two thumbs up and took a swig of his water.



I pulled my hair into a ponytail and wiped the sweat from my forehead.



In two days we would be officially debuting under Big Hit entertainment. We were all ecstatic yet nervous. at the same time.



For the past week we’d been practicing our dancing, vocals, and had even gone over what not to say on interviews, tv shows, stuff like that.



It all seemed pretty easy. We all had no trouble with anything.



I myself was pretty confident when it came to my singing. Which was expected from the lead vocal.



”Ugh,” I scrunched up my nose when I saw my reflection in the mirror. ”Im gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”



”Don’t take too long.”



I made my way through the building and headed towards the ladies room.



On my way there I passed by one of the other practice rooms, occupied by Bangtan Boys.



I poked my head in quickly and looked around for Seokjin, whom I was close with. We had gone to the same school and he had even helped me out once with a bunch of bullies.



Now that he was famous we never got to see each other much, except for the occasional greeting while passing each other in the halls..



I spotted him in the corner of the room, speaking with another member who I recognized as Suga.



”Seokjin!” I called his name and waved at him.



He smiled widely and jogged towards me. “Mirae! Shouldn’t you be practicing? Congrats on your upcoming debut stage by the way.”



”I just wanted to stop by and say hi. Your hair looks nice.” I pointed at his dyed black hair.



He thanked me and asked if I was nervous. “Obviously.” I chuckled, “Was it scary for you?”



He opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by another member.



Kim Namjoon.



I knew very well. Not because we were friends, but because he never failed to make me feel uneasy.



Every time we were in the same room his eyes seemed to be glued to me. Wether he was looking me in the eye or was checking me out.



”V needs you in the back room, his pants ripped again.” He waved Seokin over, not looking at him but at me.



He locked eyes with mine for a second before his gaze slowly trailed down my body. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks from his lack of discreetness.



My hands, by instinct, went to cover myself from his piercing stare.



Seokjin on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice Namjoons lingering eyes.



”Pabo.” He laughed and shook his head before giving me a quick hug, ”I’ll have to talk to you later then. And good luck with your debut stage!”



I hugged him back and thanked him, then slowly inching out the room. But not before looking back one last time and seeing Namjoons eyes still on me and following my every move.



He bit his bottom lip and raised one side of his mouth in a smirk.



I swallowed hard, tore my gaze away from his, and promised myself not to look back again.



When I finally made it to the ladies room, I was still feeling nervous. My hands were shaking and I had beads of sweat running down my skin.



Hoping to calm myself, I splashed ice cold water over my face and neck but it only helped so much.



I proceeded to fix my hair that had come loose from its ponytail. I gripped the hair band with my nails and pulled it off roughly. It stretched a bit before snapping and falling to the floor behind me.



”Fuck.” I groaned and looked around for it, spotting it under the cupboard next to me.



I bent down and reached for it, letting out a screech when the lights suddenly went out.



The door behind me opened quickly, a figure walking in and closing it again.



”Wh-Who’s there?” I held out my hands and felt the air, my fingertips brushing against someone.



”Shh.” A familiar voice hushed me.



There was a snap, and the lights were on again. Almost blinding me.



My jaw dropped and I instantly backed up, my spine hitting the porcelain sink. “Namjoon..”



Namjoon put his finger against my lips and leaned in close. His hot breath fanning over the side of my neck.



I gasped as his other hand gripped my hip roughly and pushed me against him. “Call me oppa.” His husky voice whispered.



He reached over the small bathroom and locked the door, the click of the deadbolt loud in the otherwise silent space.



”What are you-” I went to push him away, his lips suddenly on mine.



The kiss was deep, his lips moving in unison with mine before disconnecting and trailing down my jawline and to my neck.



My eyes fluttered shut and my hands moved to his shoulders, continuing to push him off.



”Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He scoffed silently, ”I see the looks you give me. You want this just as bad as me, don’t you?”



I bit down at my bottom lip and shook my head in the dark, denying all but the last part.



Namjoon groaned and gripped my waist, picking me up and sitting me on the sink.



He spread my legs and inched between them, his hard erection pressing against the inside of my thigh. He dug his thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants and pulled them down.



”Namjoon.” I whined.



He ignored my protests and continued to pull them down my legs, letting them hang around my ankles.



I finally gave in and let him kiss my shoulder, his teeth lightly nibbling my collarbones.



His hands were gentle as they ran down my back and settled on my ass, giving it a tight squeeze.



I leaned back and let my head rest on the mirror behind me. The only noise being my uneven breathing and Namjoons deep groans as he continued to explore my body.



”Mirae..” He sighed as he rubbed his crotch against me. I moaned and reached for his bulge, stroking it.



Namjoon cursed and unzipped his pants. The fabric falling to the floor with a woosh.



”God, let me beat that pussy.” He chuckled darkly. One hand massaged the inside of my thighs while the other played with me through my underwear.



He moved them aside and kissed me, his cock thrusting into me violently. I let out a cry of pain and bit the palm of my hand.



”Shit.” Namjoon froze, ”I-Is this your first time?”



”Yes..” I whimpered.



He gasped and leaned down, pressing his lips against a tear I hadn’t realized had been there. “Im so sorry.”



I let out a shaky breath and nodded through the pain, “Its okay.”



”Its really not.” He hugged me and began to rock his hips again, more gently this time.



The pain was still there, only it was more subtle. And little by little it faded until I was shaking from pleasure.



Namjoon realized I was fine then, he began pushing harder and faster. “Oh shit.” He groaned.



I spread my legs wider and wrapped them around his waist, lifting my hips and taking him in at a better angle.



He continued to roughly thrust in me, the force pushing the metal faucet into my tailbone. The pain registering in my brain as pleasure.



”Harder..” I sighed, digging my nails into his forearm.



He did as I said and mover harder against me, sending me over the edge. I bit down on my bottom lip and arched my back as an orgasm ripped through my body.



Beads of sweat ran down the back of my thighs as Namjoon kept moving, making it clear that he wasn’t finished.



He leaned forward and pulled my tank top up, pushing my bra up with it. His big hands grabbed my breasts and began massaging them. Goosebumps rising on my skin from the contact.



”Im close.” Namjoon growled, continuing to pinch and tease me.



I inhaled sharply and curled my toes as I came a second time, the orgasm being twice as overwhelming than the last.



Namjoon, now panting and resting his chest on mine, had already hit climax. His excitement dripping everywhere.



”Ive been wanting to do that for so long.” He looked up at me and kissed me, biting my bottom lip harshly.



I kissed him back for a split second before moving him aside and hopping off the sink, “They’ll probably be wondering where I am.”



I pulled my pants up to my waist and adjusted my shirt and bra. Once I decided my hair looked decent enough, I headed for the door.



”Where are you going?” Namjoon grabbed me by my forearm and backed me up against the wall. He stood with his lips only millimeters from mine.



”I need to g-get back to practicing… We’ve been here for a while now.” I stuttered and turned my face away from his.



He chuckled, “Give me your phone.”



My eyes widened at what sounded more like a demand than a question. “I don’t have it.”



”Im not stupid, I felt it in your pants earlier.” Namjoon smirked before reaching behind me and digging into my back pocket. His hand lingered there before retrieving the cell phone from me.



”I’ll be waiting for you outside later to take you out.” He leaned down and kissed me softly one last time. ”By the way, you missed a strand of hair.”



I watched him open the door and walk out, leaving me with my thoughts. I reached for the back of my head and felt for the chuck of hair that failed to make it into my ponytail.



Once that was fixed, I took a couple more minutes to compose myself one final time.



I opened the door and left the tiny bathroom behind. The halls had become busy in the time me and Namjoon had been in there.



And I suddenly felt like they all knew what we had done. Though no one paid attention to me as I half ran to the practice rooms.



I turned the corner and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Bangtan Boys walking in my direction.



Among them, Namjoon stood with a smug smile on his lips.



”Annyeong!” One of the members, Jimin, smiled at me and waved. I forced my eyes off of Namjoon and gave him a forced smile.



”Sunbaenim.” I bowed respectfully.



”Are you okay?” Jin asked. ”You look like you went through a tornado.” Behind him, Namjoon began shaking while trying to contain his laughter.



I ignored him and gave a small chuckle, “Something like that.”