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Warning - This story is rated M. There is sexual content, swearing, drug use, and adult themes ahead. You have been warned. All characters are depicted as 18+ and please remember - this is a fictional story, I am not trying to sexualize any BTS member or interpret them as bad people. Also, I'm a film major and have done directing, writing, and producing projects before. Even with this in mind, the reality TV show filming process will be stretched to fit the narrative. Please don't try to explain my own career to me by 'correcting' little things that they don't actually do in real life. This is a narrative, not reality. Thank you. This is completely fictional, please don't take it too seriously. With that being said, enjoy The Bachelors...

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"Jimin, no. I literally can't even begin to tell you how much was wrong with that sentence," she said, but the plump-lipped boy kept coming closer.

"Just a little taste?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

Y/n bit back a grunt and pushed him into the pool. She heard his gasp as he fell in, and she laughed despite herself. Taehyung snickered too, filming his best friend getting dunked. When Jimin came up from the water, he threw his hair back and blinked the liquid out of his eyes. Right away, the air felt different. Mostly because Jimin responded to her actions by taking off his shirt and tossing it aside. Her mind was elsewhere for more than half of her time there thus far, but this was a a glorious event even she had to stare at.

Park Jimin's abs were a sight to behold. Y/n was so distracted by Jimin that she didn't notice Taehyung rushing to Namjoon on the other side of the patio. Likely to escape whatever the hell was about to happen next. He was out of eyesight and earshot now, and Jimin took that to his advantage by coming closer. She raised a brow, and his hands ended up on her knees.

He glanced up at her, licking his lips in the process. His grip tightened by a tiny amount, but it was enough to form goosebumps on her bare skin. Her legs were drenched in water Jimin splashed up on his way there, and he made it obvious he did that on purpose by the way his eyes sparked in amusement.

"Spread them," he whispered, and her eyes expanded.

"Jimin, there's people around-"

"Spread them." And she did, she spread her legs for him despite the risk of others catching them being off the charts. Jimin leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh, closing his eyes in the process. She bit her lower lip, him breathing against her leg much heavier than he had to. Another thing he did on purpose. That was Park Jimin, after all. Jimin chuckled and pressed another kiss on her skin, this time on the opposite thigh. "I'd love to have my way with you," he murmured against her, whispering all kinds of sweet things in between his kisses. And then, her willpower left her as he began to creep up higher with his mouth...

But wait. How did this happen?

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𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐌

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟔+ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

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𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬...

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬

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EIGHT HOURS EARLIER

America sucked sometimes.

Y/n glanced down at the bills piling in, her sister sitting at their kitchen table with her hands folded together. She had her eyes set on the wood ahead, the surface chipped and worn from years of use. Y/n kept her eyes on her little sis, holding the white envelopes and rubbing her skin over them. Each one had a new sum on it. Y/n didn't even want to check her bank account anymore. She already knew there was a negative sign there.

Angelica remained quiet throughout it all, the single bulb lighting the kitchen illuminating off the girl's glasses. It went through the thin frames and bounced off her hazel eyes. Y/n went closer and placed the envelopes down, sitting across from her sister. The stool she sat on ached her legs, the creaking sound reverberating around the otherwise empty room. The stoves and oven were shut off, the fridge quieter than ever before.

"Should we talk about it?" Angelica asked, draping the braids of her brunette wig on her left shoulder.

Y/n pondered the question, rolling it through her mind before an answer came to her tongue. "I don't have the money anymore, and I don't know anyone who would. Maybe we can start a donation page, but that's about the best I can do."

The girl sunk her shoulders, the bags under her eyes becoming more apparent than before. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drain all your funds."

"You can't control this, don't blame yourself," Y/n replied, placing her hand on her sister's wrist, rubbing the skin there. She felt drier than Y/n remembered. Her flesh seemed paler, more wrinkled too. It was strange considering Angelica was never a pale woman. She had darker skin, but now her skin was peeling and itchy, her nails several shades darker than they had been in the past. Her nails chipped easily, and she developed rashes and sunburn quickly.

Y/n would do anything to keep her sister safe, even return to the hell she hated most. The hell she'd have to go back to in order to save her sister's life. Otherwise, treatment would stop, and the damaged cells would keep spreading until it killed her. She still had a chance of survival. Sacrifices needed to be made. In this case, a sacrifice Y/n never thought she'd be willing to make.

Angelica kept her mouth sealed, and Y/n slid one of the envelopes forward. Although her brows knit together, Angelica still took it and removed the letter from the opened packaging. Y/n rubbed her lower lip along her teeth as she awaited Angelica's reaction. It had been 5 years since Y/n had been in the reality show community. 5 years since Y/n had flaunted her body and personality on TV for money. She grew up surrounded by cameras and flashing lights thanks to her parents. By the time she separated from them and took her sister with her, she thought she grew up and matured past that. She didn't need reminders of the life she had, and the life her parents made her have. But here she was, throwing herself back in all for a chance at enough money to bring them out of debt.

"Y/n, you can't do this," was her answer, and Y/n had to admit she was expecting that. "How did you even manage this?"

"I reached out to my old agency, and they landed me a gig on a decently popular reality show. They got 7 men and were about to get a woman when my agency negotiated. Apparently my return to TV will boost their viewership, so they reserved the spot for me. It's too late, I already signed up."

"But... it says this TV show is 16 episodes. If you're staying on set the whole time, how will I get to appointments? That's several months of filming, Y/n."

Angelica was only 16, and Y/n took her away from their parents when Angelica was 11, and Y/n 18. Her sister was diagnosed this time last year, and Y/n knew she needed to work more to get the necessary funds to save her sister. But of course, Y/n wouldn't have done this without a plan. Angelica couldn't drive. She was independent and could cook for herself, and she had her own money from doing freelance gigs online, but she still needed help.

"I already have a plan for that. For starters, it's not too far. The mansion is in Los Angeles. Only 40 minutes away, I can come home during the weekends. For the week when I'm filming and staying overnight, I got you a necklace that automatically connects you to emergency services in case you ever feel like you need it. I talked to the company too. On weekdays, a representative of my agency will come and get you for any appointments. How does that sound?" Y/n asked. Luckily, it was only appointments. Angelica was doing online school instead of in-person, so that saved gas money and time.

She stared at Y/n, and the older woman tilted her head from the conflicting emotions hiding inside her sister's irises. After a beat, Angelica let out a huff of air. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"I'm not stupid, Y/n. I may have been young when you left, but even I knew you left for a reason. Why are you going back if you hate reality TV so much?"

"You'd do it for me," Y/n whispered, and Angelica froze up. There was no arguing with that, and she knew it. Angelica glanced over the letter one last time before dropping it on the table, refocusing her attention on her older sister. "I leave tonight."

"Tonight? And you didn't tell me until now?" she asked, her voice straining over each syllable. It broke Y/n's heart into pieces hearing her voice so weak, but she knew the solution wasn't far now. All they had to do was hang in there a little bit longer.

"I didn't know how to tell you. I go and meet the cast and crew, we'll get some stock footage, explore the house. We start filming next week. These next few days are just to adjust to each other and the set, I won't be gone that long. I won't even stay overnight."

Angelica tapped her fingers against the surface in front of her, then, she stood. She came over and, much to Y/n's surprise, gave her big sister a hug. Y/n returned it right away despite the awkward angle, placing her hand on the back of Angelica's head. She was careful not to harm the wig or knock it off, closing her eyes and loving the warmth.

"Thank you," she murmured against Y/n's shoulder. Y/n gave her a small hum of acknowledgement, and Angelica pulled back and put her hand on Y/n's cheek. "Be careful, sis. We have a lot of Star Wars to binge-watch." Y/n laughed, Angelica grinning to hide the worry dripping into her eyes. Y/n pretended she didn't see it, and instead, she brushed Angelica's hair back, returning the grin.

"I always am."

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Y/n parked her car in the private lot behind the mansion. After saying her goodbyes to Angelica, Y/n took the excruciating 40 minute drive up to Los Angeles. The traffic made her slam her head against her wheel, honking her horn more times than she cared to admit. If there was one thing Y/n hated more than anything, it was stand-still traffic. Oh, and dumb drivers. And above all else: reality TV.

The decision to return to the world didn't truly set in yet. Probably because it wasn't Y/n's choice. It was either lose more money, or take the opportunity to get tens of thousands for one TV show alone. The show itself wasn't going to cover much of the debt Y/n was hurdling toward. The odds were, this money would pay for maybe half a year of medical bills. That was without factoring in Y/n's utility bills, mortgage, groceries, and other bills. As it turned out, being an adult sucked. And she was only 23.

Regardless of her mental dilemmas about whether or not she should really do this, she departed her car and locked it. The private lot had more cars in it than she could count. Most of them were expensive, others were average. All of them were more expensive than Y/n's. She didn't even glance back at her vehicle as she traversed the open space. There were white lines marked on the concrete ground to identify different parking spots, and Y/n was almost sure she parked crooked. Yeah, Y/n wasn't the best driver.

There were trees that went up several feet higher than Y/n. The leaves blew in the gentle breeze, and honestly, they were the color of seaweed. Y/n didn't expect such dark colors near a TV show set, but she brushed it aside and pushed off. Her heels clinked against the ground as she went, going through the narrow passageway between the trees.

What was gray concrete shifted to a gold and white path leading up to the back of the mansion. The mansion itself matched the color palette, donning a light caramel hue with a roof a hair darker than the rest of the abode. Y/n assumed the structure was three stories, the windows shaped like arches, but curtains blocked her view inside.

She approached from the back, a carmine rug laid out. Y/n bit back an eye roll and knocked on the spruce door with a golden handle. There were roses in pots on either side of the doorway, bushes beneath the windows on the first floor. They were trimmed to perfection, the white outlines of the windows contrasting the cadmium-colored brush in their vicinity.

The entrance opened to reveal a woman with her dark locks pulled back in a bun, two chunks of hair curtaining the sides of her face. Her makeup was caked on, eyeliner drawing out the cyan of her eyes. Y/n almost tripped from the sudden presence, but she held her ground and gave a smile that showed her gums. The woman beckoned her inside, and Y/n stepped in only for her shoes to cause a creak in the polished wooden floors.

"My name is Jen," the woman said, Y/n shaking her hand before Jen closed the door behind them. And right away, Y/n felt underdressed. The chandelier that was lighting the back room had Y/n's loose blouse sparkling. The little beads lining her cuffs flashed around the interior, the ceiling high above their heads. Perhaps too high. Y/n would need three stepladders to reach the dangling jewels of the chandelier, and she frowned because of that fact.

There was chatter echoing across the wide halls, the room she was in cluttered with equipment. Cameras were being tested by others in the room, props were laid on tables, lime shaded banners were being tested. Y/n recoiled at the aroma soaring inside, and Jen gave her a glance of sympathy.

"Come on, let's get you out front to meet your new friends," Jen said, and although Y/n wanted to scowl, she hid that as well as she hid her eye roll and followed the woman through the back of the mansion.

The back was all equipment, producers, and other workers she didn't bother studying. The uniforms were about as bland as Y/n's mood right now, and none of the workers stood out to her. What did stand out was the front of the mansion. The front that led to the wooden double-doors the same spruce as the back door. There were two slabs of glass with spiral designs acting as windows, and another chandelier hung above their heads.

Y/n fiddled with the strings of her blouse, rubbing her legs together. They were covered by black jeans that had no rips in them, and the heat of California was going to set in as soon as she stepped outside. For now, the inside had plenty of air conditioning she cherished while it lasted.

There were two separate grand staircases, and Jen and Y/n were standing in between them. The mahogany floorboards were so clean, Y/n thought she'd slip. The stairs were marble to contrast it, leading up to the second floor, likely where the bedrooms were. Y/n glanced to the left and saw an open archway that led to a kitchen of a similar color palette. The right side was a living room with an inactive fireplace and a flatscreen TV hung above it. She was too far to see the details of either of the rooms, but she noticed that the couch in the living room was large enough to seat around 10 people. She swallowed what was left in her mouth. Great, looked like she would get smooshed between 7 men while watching TV and relaxing. She couldn't wait.

Jen led her outside, and Y/n heard laughter right away. Despite it being the 'front' of the mansion, there was an inground pool the size of Y/n's house, and there were indeed 7 boys running around it, firing water guns at each other. Y/n paused and observed them, blinking slowly. Jen sighed and rubbed the back of her head when she saw Y/n's stares.

"At least they're cute," Jen said, and Y/n shrugged before stepping down the three stairs in front of her.

None of the boys noticed Y/n's arrival yet, and she planned to keep it that way for as long as possible. After all, the front yard was massive. Dark, metal gates blocked them off from the rest of the world, and the same trees Y/n saw before were lined up and down the main pathway to the entrance. Rose beds and lawn chairs were set on the left side, and on the right was the pool. Y/n just now noticed a hot tub was connected to the pool, but it was far off in the corner and too far for her to see the details off.

"We should meet them," Jen said, pulling Y/n from her thoughts. She also pulled Y/n toward the 7. They were still laughing while shooting water at each other, and Y/n attempted not to join in the fight. As much as she would have loved to play around, she was there for business. She'd save the smiles and fun for when the cameras were rolling. Otherwise, she planned to keep her relationship with her co-stars strictly professional. The money came first. In a way, Y/n would feel bad if she enjoyed the show, and that was why she held herself back from having a good time. Not only would she feel bad about it for her sister's sake, but for her parents' sake too. Y/n had a tendency to be petty, and perhaps that was what was going on now.

Jen and Y/n went to the pool, the Bluetooth speaker laid on the nearest beach chair blasting some 2010 era song Y/n recognized but didn't know the name of. Jen whistled, and the boys halted, the tallest one of them going over to stop the music.

Y/n was met with stares, and she glanced between all seven of them. The tall one had a dimple smile and blond locks, his muscles the largest of the bunch. The one next to him was tall and muscular as well, a piercing on his lip and tattoos crawling up his arm. The two shortest were at the end, both had black hair, only one had longer and fluffier hair than the other. The fluffy-haired man had plump lips, and his skin was a few shades darker than the pale boy next to him.

"Boys, this is Y/n L/n. Your co-star and the woman you'll be competing for on the show," Jen said, motioning to Y/n.

She dipped her head in greeting. "It's nice to meet you all, I hope we get along well and impress the viewers."

The boys were surprisingly friendly. She was expecting rich douchebags, but they were respectful. They returned her sentiments, and they lined up to introduce themselves. First was the tallest from before, his dragon eyes more captivating than Y/n would like to admit.

"I'm Kim Namjoon."

Next was one with wide shoulders, cherry-like lips, and a face so smooth, she had to do a double take to confirm it was natural and not makeup. But none of them - except for the fluffy-haired one - was wearing makeup at the moment. He smiled, running a hand through his short, brown locks.

"Kim Seokjin. Jin for short."

She hummed and he moved away, revealing one of the two shorter boys in the group. His skin was like a ghost's in the setting sunlight, the breeze brushing his hair back behind his ears to reveal his beautiful eyes. They were a chocolate shade, contrasting his light skin.

"Min Yoongi. Don't listen to anything the others say about me."

Y/n chose not to question it and let him move on. Next was the most energetic of the bunch, him doing a small skip up to her and clapping his hands together. He did a bounce and smiled. His smile was endearing, more endearing than she expected. it was shaped in a heart, his eyes crinkling with his grin.

"Jung Hoseok. Yoongi's a grumpy man who sleeps more than he breathes."

Ah, so that was what Yoongi meant before. Y/n snickered and returned the energetic greeting, leading to the next one. The short one with fluffy hair. He was stunning to say the least, his eyeshadow bringing out the depth of his eyes while his lips were shimmering from the lip gloss he was wearing.

"Park Jimin. Yoongi's kind of hot, not gonna lie."

"Jimin!" Yoongi said in a hiss, but Jimin only winked at him.

Y/n found herself wanting to smile and laugh, but she decided to nod and move on, leading to one of the most attractive men she had ever seen in her life. Dark hair that was curled and rested on his forehead, his smile a boxy one, and his arms having a toned shape that brought out the rest of his perfect body. He was the only one who offered her his hand, and she shook it without hesitation.

"Kim Taehyung. Yoongi's gay for Hoseok."

"Okay, that one's true," Yoongi mumbled, and the others whipped their heads around to him with wide eyes. Yoongi held up his hands and shook them back and forth. "I-In a platonic way."

"Right," Taehyung replied with a chortle, dropping her hand and stepping away.

The last one was the tattooed one from before, and his smile was like a bunny's. It seemed as though Y/n would be able to identify them simply through their smiles, and she was okay with that. Especially when they were all attractive as Jen said before. She felt a pang of ache inside her chest when she realized she was enjoying this too much, and she brought her excitement back down to a manageable level.

"Jeon Jungkook, the youngest," he said, doing a bow.

Y/n pulled on the collar of her blouse and accepted the gesture albeit after some hesitation. Jungkook scurried away when he was done with his introduction, hiding behind the other boys. Y/n turned and faced them all, realizing she had to relax and get to know them. Jen went over the terms and conditions while Y/n brainstormed a way to make this less awkward. She peeked at the speaker, then the pool, and she mentally grunted at her conclusion. It was a great idea, but she knew she would hate herself for it later. Oh well, it was time to put on her acting face.

As soon as Jen wrapped up with the explanations Y/n was half-listening to, she stepped in front of the worker and cleared her throat. Jen backed away as the boys tilted their heads. Y/n did her best to grin, and the boys softened upon seeing that, the tension in their shoulders easing. Then, she spoke.

"Who wants to have a pool party?"

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! The other chapters will be shorter, but I wanted to set up everything properly. They won't be too much shorter, but this chap is 4k words, so I'm hoping to keep the other chaps between 2k-3k to save my sanity. Anyway, please follow for more since it's the best way to support me, and add to your library if you liked it! I'm trying to make Wattpad my main site, so please follow my Wattpad. This is OT7! Each boy will get their time to shine, don't worry.