Bts Favorite Number Novels & Stories

The number of hearts I was getting had broken bounds and the click breezed into my ears repetitively that I lost count of how many dollars were hitting my bank account. I smacked my lips, my eyes scanning through the comment sections for that one name, but he didn't appear yet. The viewers skyrocketed to fifteen thousand, tugging at my interest at this point. “For today's special, I'm going to be giving three people a chance to ask me a personal question, then we can dive into the main course? What do you think!?” BangtanBaby: Fantastic! 🌟🌟 C.O.D104: Isn't three way too small? I need to know everything about you!

I am from the moon, you are from the stars, our conversation was like a homework One day best friends, one day enemies, I just wanna understand, We are each other's mystery, Is that why it's even more special One day when this cheer dies down, stay by my side, Longer than seven summers and cold winters, Longer than many promises and memories. -BTS ********************************* Please leave your comments and write a review if you like the story. Enjoy reading - T

"Yeah . I love music. Especially when I'm cooking, it motivates me . " "Really??? That's awesome. " Emily exclaimed. "Your favorite artist?? " Hana quick began quizzing her "I listen to a lot of musicians and I have lots of favorite but my best ones are, Billie eillish, Nicki minaj and doja cat. Oh BTS and blackpink too. You probably haven't heard about them ." Emily ,Mera and Hana all stared at themselves, not knowing the best reply to give her . "Haven't heard about them ? You've got to be kidding me . I love them . Both are my favorite kpop groups."

Chapter 81; The four handsome young men announced the lucky numbers they had picked respectively. An uproar with envy and jealousy was raised on the scene. When it was Zayn's turn, Chloe concentrated and look over the stage. Now Zayn had a considerable fan base. When he was picking up the lucky number, a large group of girls was surrounding him with obsessive gazes. "The number I pick is 28." The young man's clear voice echoed in the hall. Checking the number in their hands, the fans heaved a sigh. Suddenly a child's voice rang out from the crowd.

He paused dramatically, as if waiting for me to press play. “Do you need a dollar to open your mouth again?” “Don’t be shocked, and scream, because I’m not going to—“ “Spit it out already Lucas I’m losing my patience here!” “Well, BTS just confirmed that they’ll be—“ “BTS? Like the seven normal boys from Korea BTS? You mean BangTan boys? That BTS?” I screamed on top of my lungs, ignoring the dissatisfied look Douglas had on his face. “With this reaction, I don’t think they’ll be attending the party anymore.”

My thoughts were going hay wire and I had nothing to do to stop it. "Ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice your mood. Is everything alright?“ the taxi driver piped up. I hadn’t noticed the tears silently flowing down my face as I leaned against the back seat. I sat up right, wiping my tear stricken face and looked at the driver whose features had turned into one of concern. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing was coming out so I nodded. He smiled warmly at me “Everything-goes.” He says. Our eyes met through the rear view “Have you heard it? It’s a song by BTS leader, Kim Namjoon and also my favorite song.” He says and turned on the volume of the radio

I was about to read another comment when suddenly I felt someone's presence beside me. I lifted my head and accidentally made eye contact with the person. I recognized him immediately. Kim Taehyung also known as V, one of the members of boy group BTS. We're the same age, but I was five years his senior. From what I’ve heard, recently his group's popularity was rising rapidly despite them being a group from a small company. Not many groups could survive for that long, especially if there’s no big company backing them. So, good for them, I guessed.

So if keeping her name a secret will keep her ex away, so be it. “Favorite number?” I asked her. “That’s a good one actually, thirteen”, she answers. “You”? “Seven”, I reply. “Prime numbers”, she says quietly, and I look at her confused. “Numbers that can only be factored by one and themselves”. Figures she’s super intelligent, this fucking girl is an eighteen-year-old entrepreneur! “I want ice cream”, she randomly blurts out. I laugh as I grab my phone to check and see what’s still open, “Door Dash is still delivering. What kind of ice cream are you looking for”?

What a white lie! On one side is the ticking clock. On the other side of the pocket watch is a photo of V from the popular Korean boy band BTS. My roommate used to fan girl over BTS all the time. I look at the pocket watch. Then at the young man. Then at the pocket watch again. Disbelief. There is no way a guy like him is interested in BTS.. But then again, from prior experience, BTS turns anyone gay. "Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?"

And if he wanted something that was beyond my means, I even fought to get it for him. I felt sorry that he had missed out on so much during his childhood. In my previous life, he told me that his elders and relatives would go out of their way to prepare gifts for Charles, the favored son. Compared to those, Samuel's gifts were always an afterthought. They were extras that were passed to him in the end. Only Whitney was different. Whitney, his so-called childhood sweetheart. She gave him candy that belonged to him alone. Even if it was expired, it was still the only precious bit of sweetness in his lonely childhood.