BTS reaction finding out you're actually really good at singing
“hi!:) can i make a reaction request of bts hearing you sing properly for the first time and finding out that you’re actually really good? thank you!💙”
- Requested by a lovely anon
(So, here it is! These ones got a “bit” long, I’m sorry. Perhaps I should try writing shorter ones in the future...(ಥ﹏ಥ) Also, I forgot to save the draft when writing the last story and succeeded to delete half of it, and that’s why I had to rewrite it; I’m sorry if it’s terrible. Also thumbs up for me having trouble with my keyboard so I almost erased parts from other stories too, yay. Anyway, enjoy!)
Seokjin had never heard you sing with your real singing voice before. Every single time you had been “singing”, it had been just for laughs with a terrible karaoke-voice, singing possibly the most terrible songs coming out of the radio. If you two were sitting in a car and you happened to switch the radio on when a song you both hated, you’d start singing loud and clear, forgetting half of the words. This made him always smile and forget everything else happening around him, because even though he enjoyed all the serious and romantic moments you two had, he couldn’t have lived without the goofy side of you.
Sometimes when you were cleaning up or ironing clothes he could find you humming something, but he had never actually caught you properly singing. Sure he had wanted to hear your real voice for a long time but any time he’d ask you two sing a duet, you’d be fast to turn him down saying something like “No, I’m terrible” or “Save your ears, you need them”.
One time after practice all the other members went to eat lunch but Jin, as he had promised you, went to get you from the door rooms to go grab some food together. But when he was opening the door, he could hear something. It was someone singing.
The voice was so beautiful he stopped dead in the tracks to listen to it. It was soft and warm, and yet it had something, how could he describe it, exotic. Something completely new.
It occurred to him that it had to be you singing. It could be nobody else. Yes, he had never heard you sing like that. But he could also recognize you behind the melody.
After listening for a minute or so, he woke up from his trance, thinking how rude it was from him to be eavesdropping. That’s why he knocked a couple times to the door, silencing you. He walked in and caught you staring at him, eyes wide as two plates.
“Hi there, jagi”, he smiled, still amazed how good you were.
“Wait a second… I didn’t hear the door opening after the knocks?” you half asked. He smiled, embarrassed.
“About that… I think I kind of heard you…”
“Now I don’t understand why you have kept hiding your voice. Jagi, you’re talented. So what is this?” he questioned, brushing his fingers through your hair.
“No, I’m terrible”, you said and pressed your head against his chest, flustered from embarrassment. He laughed.
“I guess our views of ‘terrible’ are quite different then.”
Yoongi had many times asked you two sing his songs to him.
“I’m proud of this piece you know. I want you to sing it to me”, he’d demand, handing you a paper with notes and words.
You’d just shook your head and lie to him that you didn’t know how to read notes.
“If you really beg, I can play the piano for you and then you can sing.” he’d suggest, but once again you’d just come up with a different excuse to get away from the situation.
This annoyed him. He gave you the opportunity to be the first person to read his lyrics and enjoy his songs, and yet you kept ditching his wishes. He was just trying to be nice to you but you left him hanging, making all these dumb excuses. He sighed. What’s going on with her? Is she trying to be mysterious? Play some game?
He had fallen asleep on a sofa after a long practice day. After a couple hours he woke up and could hear a voice from somewhere in the distance. It was pretty quiet, but he could still hear it clearly. You were singing “Butterfly”, which you had always adored because of its lyrics.
He stood up from the sofa, still half asleep, listening to you. You were clearly in a different room than he was, probably keeping your door shut to isolate yourself and your voice as well as possible. And still, the more he woke up, the clearer he could hear you.
Now you were nearing the chorus, hitting all the higher notes perfectly. This was nothing he had expected. From your reactions to his suggestions to singing his songs, he had thought that you were hiding your voice because you felt like it was terrible. But how come could you think your voice was awful? You were amazing.
He walked to the door you were behind, trying not to alarm you that he was listening. He pressed his ear against the door and listened.
Yup, you were half whispering and singing at the same time, trying not to wake him up. Too bad the mistake had already been made.
He opened the door with an irritated expression. You froze and turned to face him.
“And now you are going to explain to me why you never sang my songs”, he demanded.
“I, uh… I thought you were sleeping.”
“As if anyone could sleep in this noise”, he sighed and sat next to you on the floor. “I want you to sing to me.”
“I don’t honestly think it’s a good idea, oppa, I-”
He cut you short in the middle of the sentence, kissing you. After pulling away, he stretched to the drawer next to himself and pulled his lyrics notebook out from there.
“And now you owe me. Sing”, he said.
You took the notebook, hesitatingly, cursing at yourself for not being careful enough to sing only when Yoongi was out. Seeing you opening the book to search for a song to sing, he felt like a victor, smiling wide inside his head.
Namjoon had asked you to sing a couple of times but you had always declined. He kept telling you that his singing voice was not that good either, which you knew was complete BS since you had heard him sing many times, and his voice was simply angelic. Any time he'd laughingly mock his own voice, you'd just pull out "Fools" cover from your phone and look at him, raising an eyebrow.
After understanding that you weren't into singing in front of people, he wanted to appreciate your choice and stopped asking. Sure he was still curious of your inner voice but he didn't want to push you to do something you weren't okay with.
That day you had asked to go to the practice room to study, since you wanted to be as close to him as possible so that going out to a date after he had had his meetings could be as easy as possible. Because the room was free for a couple of hours, he let you be there, knowing that a quiet room would be a better study place for you than a noisy library.
After the meeting, he rushed to the practice room to get you two going. He knocked to the door, waiting for an answer, but got none. Instead of that he heard a strong voice singing inside the room. Surprised, he was quick to realize it was you. At the moment you were singing "Just a dream" by Nelly. The song fit perfectly to your voice, complimenting the warmness it had.
Namjoon just stood there for a minute, listening all flabbergasted. Finally he had the courage to open the door. Sure enough, it was you sitting on the floor, your back to the door, headphones on and singing with the music playing through them. You were really getting into it, changing the volume of your voice from time to time depending on the tone of the part you were singing. You looked so adorable he couldn't help but smile.
He called out to you, but the volume of your music was too high for you to hear him. He had to walk up to you and pat your shoulder to get your attention. This made you jump and drop your headphones, letting out a shriek, half panicking. He laughed and clapped his hands.
"I don't understand why you've been all shy about your voice. You should just hear yourself."
"Namjoon, why the hell didn't you knock before scaring me like that!?" you were screaming.
"I did, but apparently you were going places", he smirked and you hid your face in your hands.
"You shouldn't have heard that", you whimpered.
"Actually, I wish I had heard that earlier." he laughed. "You're on a whole new level, (Y/N)."
You just squealed into your hands and shook your head rapidly, which made him laugh even more.
Why are you hiding your talent, jagi?
A singing battle. That's what he wished for. Just you and him killing it while singing everything from the newest radio hits to kids' songs. It would be so cool, he smiled at his thoughts. And it would also give you two fun memories. Yep, it was something he definitely wanted to try out.
"Absolutely not", you were quick to let his hopes down.
"But why", he demanded for explanation, following you around the house like a lost puppy.
"Because I don't want to. I enjoy listening to you rapping and singing and doing all that kind of cool things, but it'd be rather awkward if you got to hear me screaming like a Godzilla", you sighed.
"I'm sure you don't sound like that!" he said, trying to look as cute as possible to make you say yes. "Pleaaase, jagiiiii."
"Oppa, no", you told him and turned your back at him as a sign of the conversation ending. But that was not how he was going to let it happen. He hugged you from behind.
"Just one song, I want to hear your voice", he pleaded. You shook your head.
"Please, just one song and I will never bother you again with this. I will... Umm... I can do something for you if you sing just one song for me. Or with me. Really doesn't matter, anything goes!"
"So now it's all bargaining, eh?" you laughed. "What if you'll be the next one to clean around the house then?"
"Deal!" he smiled and turned you around to face him. "So how do you want this song to be performed? You as a solo? Or a battle so that I'll start and you'll continue after a certain point?"
"What, we're really doing this?"
"That's what we made a deal about just now."
"I don't really think it's a good idea...''
"Okay, we'll do it like this: I'll sing the beginning and you continue from the chorus. If you start feeling that you don't want to continue the song when it's your turn, you can stop. You can stop at any point you want, so that you'll feel comfortable. Is it okay?"
You looked to your side and thought about it for a moment.
"You'd better start singing before I change my mind", you sighed and his face lit up.
He chose a song you both knew well enough since it was the song that had played on the background in a cafe on your first date. You blushed bright red, asking yourself what you had gotten yourself into, and he couldn't help but smile while singing. Soon enough the chorus was getting closer and you were getting more nervous. Finally he stopped, giving you the sign to continue. You stood there quiet for a moment, pondering if you should give up. You closed your eyes, deciding not to, and started singing. First your voice was quiet, then after more and more emotional you got throughout the song, you raised the volume and let the melody take you with it. Without thinking, you had sang the whole song.
Before you could even open your eyes, Hoseok was already hugging you, jumping up and down.
"Jagi, you were amazing!! Why have you never sang to me before!? You should be a singer!"
You, on the other hand, were blushing like crazy, not able to say anything.
"...thank you", you managed to mutter to his shoulder after a while.
"Honestly though, we have to get you a manager. More people need to hear you!" he huffed all excited.
You had no idea how serious he was being at that moment.
Jimin had asked you to sing him something after a long day a couple of times but you had been polite to decline. When asked why, you normally just said that he’d rather listen to some calming music than you shrieking into his ear. He normally laughed with you and didn’t want to force you to sing him anything if you weren’t okay with your own voice. He knew well enough what having insecurities felt like and he didn’t want you to feel like you were being pressured around him.
He had stayed at your apartment after you had gone to see your friends because he had been feeling sleepy and you had told him it was okay to stay and leave whenever he pleased. He had fallen asleep on your bed and woke up just now, when he heard the door open.
“Jimin, are you still here?” you called out for him, apparently taking your shoes off, at least so he thought from the sound you were making.
Still sleepy, he ended up answering you with a quiet voice, which drowned under the loud sound of you dropping your bag on the floor. This left you with the idea that he had already left and that it was just you and your empty apartment. And so, it didn’t take long until you started singing a song you had just heard from the radio on your way back home.
You started quietly, trying to memorize all the words as you continued singing. First he had a hard time hearing you, since the door between the rooms was closed, but when you reached the chorus, there was no doubt if he could clearly identify your voice. Without thinking, he stopped to listen to your singing, so intensely that he almost forgot to breathe. You’re voice was beautiful. It was mesmerizing, enchanting, one could say. First you’d sing very low and suddenly your voice would be as high as the clouds in the sky, and you didn’t even miss a note. He was simply speechless, asking himself why he had never heard you singing before.
You started walking across the apartment, probably searching for something more relaxing to wear, and before he could react (or hide somewhere), you had already opened the door to your bedroom. You screamed when you saw him, and so did he, since you were still hitting the high notes even when screaming. When you realized it was him, you turned angry.
“Park Jimin, why would you do that? I asked you if you were around!” you yelled and proceeded to throw a pillow, which you had picked from your bed, at him.
“(Y/N), I swear I answered, you just didn’t hear me!” he defended himself, covering himself from the pillow with crossing his arms in front of his face.
“I was so sure I was alone!” you narrowed your eyes, shaking your head in annoyance. He took your arm.
“I’m sorry, jagi”, he pleaded, trying to make an eye contact, which you tried to avoid.
“Look at me, please. I shouldn’t have scared you like that.”
You turned your head to him, and he noticed that you were holding back tears, face all red.
“That’s not why I’m mad... At least mostly not... Oh God, this is so embarrassing”, you whispered and tried to prevent the tears from flowing.
“What is embarrassing? Are you okay?” he asked, this time worried. You once again tried to turn your head away from him, but he moved to the direction you were now looking, so that he could face you.
“I didn’t want you to hear that”, you whispered, still fighting the tears. He looked at you with the most loving expression you had ever seen.
“I’m sorry for eavesdropping. But then again, I don’t think I should be for hearing your voice”, he smiled and pulled you to a hug.
“No, that was terrible. I’m sorry”, you mumbled.
“Now you stop that, jagi. It was like angels singing.”
“You just need to say that because we’re together”, you laughed.
“I have no need to lie to you”, he smiled and he pulled away so that he could see your face.
“There we have the smile back on”, he laughed. “It’s as beautiful as your voice, you know.”
You two had been “singing” together a couple of times before - meaning competing which one of you could be the one making a louder noise while trying to follow rap lyrics from “Killer” or some other song. Taehyung found this a lot of fun and never had even thought of singing properly together, since you two seemed to be having fun even without that activity.
One day, however, you decided to shower earlier than normally, in the middle of the day, since you had just been working out like crazy and didn’t adore the idea of having other people smell your sweat. You were supposed to take the shower before you went on a day with Tae, but as luck organized it, you were late on your schedule and he arrived at your door just minutes before you were about to get yourself cleaned up.
Deciding you couldn’t just leave him hanging there on your doorstep, waiting for only-god-knows-how long you would take to shower, so you invited him in, telling him that you had to take a quick shower and then you’d be ready to go. He was totally fine with it, since he knew how much you liked to take care of your appearance and such. So you left him in the living room, telling him that you’d be back in a minute.
Taehyung decided to amuse himself with walking around your apartment, looking for interesting details while you were gone. You normally really didn’t mind him touching your stuff and he knew were the line went, so he just walked around, lifting a book from time to time to read it’s covers.
Suddenly he heard a voice coming out of the bathroom. First he had to really concentrate on listening to catch the words. He was quickly to realize that, yep, it was you, singing in the shower. This made him smile. How cute.
You turned off the shower and probably started drying yourself with a towel. Taehyung turned around and walked up to the bathroom door, listening to you singing through the door. Wow, she’s good.
Soon enough you opened the door, your body wrapped in a towel. You were startled to see him standing there, so close.
“Your voice is beautiful!” he greeted you with a huge smile.
“Gosh, Tae, you scared me”, you sighed and continued walking past him.
“No but honestly! Would you care to sing me more?” he followed you.
“You’d rather not hear me sing”, you smirked.
“But I just did. And now I’d like to hear more”, he pleaded.
“I gotta change now. So please don’t follow.”
“Will you sing if I stop?” he asked.
“Yeah yeah”, you gave in and closed the door behind you when you went to your bedroom to change. He knocked on the door, demanding.
“Chrissake”, you snorted.
After a couple seconds silence you sighed and continued singing. He leaned on the door and smiled, mesmerized by your voice.
You liked listening him to sing, there was no doubt about it. And sure he would sing for you, since the smile that spread across your face every time he did, was one of the prettiest things on earth for him.
Sometimes he’d ask you to sing with him but you’d just shake your head and tell him that you preferred him singing to you. He really didn’t want to pick a fight with you, since he wanted to see you smile again, so he just sang you some more and you sailed back to your paradise.
Once after he had left the door rooms to go to practice, you had been left behind, alone. Since you really didn’t have anything else to do, you scrolled through your phone and started humming your favorite song, half aloud. Soon you proceeded to singing the words, quiet, and minute by minute, when you got more into the song, you dared to make more sound. There was nobody there after all.
Jungkook, on other hand, was quick to realize that had forgotten his phone to the dorm rooms, and had to go back to get it before leaving for practice. He rushed upstairs to get his phone, not wanting to make anyone wait for him for too long.
He had left the door room slightly open so that he didn’t really make noise when opening it. But at the same second he heard you, he froze on the door step, too scared to move to a direction or another.
After his short panicking had given away, he could listen to your voice properly. Surprised, he understood that you were really good. Your voice was soft, yet strong. He could have stood there listening to you the whole day.
He wanted to say something but was too scared of letting you know that he was listening. He didn’t want you to think that you couldn’t trust him because he was eavesdropping (which he surely was), but he also wanted to tell you how much he liked your voice. Now he had just gotten himself in a situation he had no idea how to solve.
After finishing the first song of your choice, you proceeded to pick the next one. It was one of his favorites, and got him all excited to hear you singing it, but soon the realization that he was making the other members wait, flushed over him and he decided to leave for downstairs - without his phone of course. He just turned around, closing quietly the door, hoping you wouldn’t hear when he sneaked away, and tiptoed downstairs as fast as he could without making a sound.
Nothing really changed after that day, since he really didn’t know how to tell you that he had been listening to your singing. He tried to encourage you to sing with him, but as usual, you just laughed it off and told him you’d rather not traumatize him with your voice. Every time you did that he wanted to explain to you how beautiful your voice was, but backed off in the last minute, remembering that if he did that, he would certainly get caught.
Even though you wouldn’t sing to him directly, he still liked to remember the song you had sung that day in the dorm rooms. If he was feeling stressed or blue, he could just put it playing on repeat inside his head and would instantly feel better.
I really should tell her, he thought to himself, trying to plan how to approach the case. But anytime he was about to say something, he couldn’t bring himself to it, which annoyed him, a lot.