the day you announced to be best friends with him, he quickly accepted his fate and pushed the idea of being with you aside. it didn't matter to him back then. he was just happy to be yours.
but it's different now.
after a long internship abroad, you've finally returned home. he picked you up from the airport and if he could live through the moment where your eyes met in the crowd againâhe would.
it was the way your eyes lit up when he found yours.
it was the way he pushed through the crowd to reach for you again.
it was the way you smiled as he pulled you in by your waist, resting your chin on the crook of his neck, murmuring; "god, i missed you."
during the drive back to your place, he asks about your flight. to his dismay, you talk about something else.
someone else.
there's an unsure feeling that forms in the pit of his stomach. it could be jealousy. it probably is jealousy.
you tell jimin about the boy you met during your internship. how he treated you well in the beginning and even considered sleeping with him. how natural it was for you and the other guy to bond. jimin feels sick with every word about him that escapes your mouth. was he replaced? was that why you barely called? was that who you were with and posting in a soft-launch style? oh, his blood boils.
when you arrive at your place, jimin helps you carry your suitcases to your room. but before that, he greets everyone in your family. they waited for you too. they missed you too.
in your bedroom, you immediately fall to your bed. you take a deep breath and stare at the ceiling as jimin sets your suitcases aside. you pat the space beside you and jimin mimics your fall to join you. now, in the silence, you two let your thoughts consume you.
he should say he missed you. he should say he missed you more than you missed him. he should... say something, right? confess or whatever? he isn't sure. all he knows is that he's happy you're back and doesn't think he could do this again.
he can't be without you again.
"___, can iâ"
"i think i'm over love," you sigh, turning to your side and facing him. you reach for his hair and play with a few strands. "he was so nice in the beginning. i thought i was going to bring him home and introduce you to him... but it didn't last. why doesn't it ever last?"
jimin's throat goes dry.
"feels like i went to hell and back with him," you admit. "was i always bound to be with guys like him? i've had enough. from here on out, i'm going to commit to the cat lady thing."
he laughs. "really, now? the cat thing? you're allergic."
you huff. "i'll replace you with yoongi. he's a cat. same shit."
jimin pouts.
you laugh and apologize.
"not all guys are like him, ___. you know that." he attempts to comfort you. "i'm not like that."
you smile and nod in agreement. "i know... it's just... what ever happened to love letters? to fresh flowers and picnics by the lake?"
jimin squints at you. "you hate the lake. you say the ground is too mushy and the ducks are scary."
you shrug. "i want to go on a row boat ride. like allie and noah from the notebook or something... you know? i want romance."
"knowing you... you'd fall into the water."
"well, then that's his cue to save me."
"what if he doesn't know how to swim?"
"then he's not the one."
a beat.
"i'm a good swimmer."
you blink at him.
before you can reply, jimin continues. "you seem to be flip-flopping between wanting to love and wanting to be loved. which is it, really?"
you think.
"both," you answer. "how romantic would it be if it was both?"
jimin doesn't answer you.
instead, he looks at you in a way you've never noticed he has. it makes your heart beat faster. it makes you forget to breathe in. you hiccup, he laughs, and suddenly you two feel at ease again.
then, he reaches for your hand.
gently, he intertwines your fingers together. you gulp, unsure if you should say something or move... you figure not to. instead, you lay there and stare at your ceiling. jimin does the same.
in a split moment, you hold your breath. you didn't expect this. neither did he. but it happens. he says something that changes everything between you two forever. from friends to lovers; in between is romance.
this moment is your in-between.
this is romance.
"to love and to be loved," jimin breathes, "... is to be with you."
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Thereâs an unfamiliar tension that invades the space between you and him.Â
Youâre fidgeting with your hands, trying your best to avoid eye contact. Heâs here. Of course, he is. Itâd be much more unlike him to not be. Yet, he stays silent, unable to pick a thought to express first.Â
Youâre sitting on the edge of your bed as he stands, leaning against your door frame. You canât really make out what his facial expression is, but there is a weight of disappointment that presses your heart. It all feels too heavyâall too real. It didnât need to be like this but the days of your avoidance fell in vain as the recently confirmed rumours exposed every bit of privacy youâve been trying to keep.
âYoongiââ
âDonât.â
He exhales heavily and takes a step forward. âI.. I shouldâve known better. I shouldâve been here earlier.. I could have been. If you let me, you know?â Yoongi gives you a puzzled look. It was as if he was offended at your lack of needing him. â... And thatâs the part where Iâm confused.. Why didnât you call me?â
He makes the move first.Â
He sits next to you and places his hand on top of yours causing your fidgeting to stop. You look up and him and he feels like he was just punched in the stomach. Perhaps it was your tired expression and your dull eyesâwhatever it was; it hurt to see you look the way you do now.
 You move your hand away and shrug. âDoes it matter? Youâre here now.â You say in an attempt to lighten the mood. He glares at you, refusing to give in to your words. A moment of silence falls upon you two again.Â
âSo.. How is he?â you ask Yoongi. Instantly, he groans in frustration.Â
Are you serious? Were you always this annoying?
âJimin dumps you for the girl he told you not to worry about⌠And youâre asking if heâs okay?â Yoongiâs words feel like salt being rubbed into your open wounds. âNot to mention that he practically cheated on you.â
You look at him with a soft smile but no words come out of your mouth. What was there to say? It already happened. Were you supposed to beg Jimin to stay with you? How could you live with yourself, fully knowing youâre the second choice? How could you continue to love him truly if his wandering eyes never glance your way?
Jiminâs mistreatment towards you almost feels like a joke. Everyone had warned him not to fuck up. Everyone warned you to keep your guard up. It was just the nature of him and the fate for you. Now, here is your best friend in the entire world; incredibly angry for you. He barged into your apartment to be some sort of damage control.Â
The thing is; no part of you wants to admit how bad it really burns inside. You struggle to swallow your pride. But it is hard. Itâs so fucking hard when you feel pathetic and useless. Thereâs no way youâd want to mix desperate in there.Â
It was your pride that stopped you from calling Yoongi. He was right and it was too embarrassing to cry over someone he had told you not to give the time of day. On the contrary, you still believe Jimin was a good boyfriendâa great one even! However, he had a life and impulsive decisions that contradicted his promises to you. You didnât expect commitment or an incredibly long relationship with him, but you did expect honesty..Â
And perhaps, honesty is what he gave when he dumped you.Â
âHeâs fucking amazing. Heâs Jimin. Nothing really brings him down even if itâs his own bullshit,â Yoongi pauses and wonders if he should stop here. Should say the next part? Heâs afraid they could possibly change your feelings. Could it? If it does.. Would it be for the better or worse?
âHe asked about you, though.â Yoongi pauses, almost instantly regretting to speak up about this. maybe he should brush it off and leave it be.. This was his chance to protect you in a way.. Then, your eyes light up. Your eyes always light up this way whenever you have feelings for someone. Itâs an observation Yoongi took the time to note.Â
Putting his feelings aside, he dismisses his hesitation and fixates on your happiness.Â
He should tell you. He has to tell you.Â
âHe asked about you.. First. Thatâs how I found out.. He told me.â Yoongi confesses.
Now he feels sick.Â
He feels like heâs giving you false hope and making Jimin look humane when heâs such a villain.
Fucking shit does Yoongi really want you to hate Jimin.Â
Even if it was for a split second, he wants you to take a moment and feel a fraction of the rage he feels towards Jimin. His frustration, anger, and resentment should be yours. Yet, youâre you. You arenât the type to get angry and regretful. You love what comes along and wish for the best when itâs time to let go. Rarely do you fall apart and therefore rarely do you need Yoongi.
He hates that. Â
âDid you hit him?â you ask softly, trying your best to mask your concern. You wish for a no. You wish for an answer that wonât make you feel like youâd have to choose between the two. â... You shouldnât hit your friends.â
The corner of Yoongiâs mouth twitches.Â
âNo,â he chuckles as you let out a relieved breath. âI didnât hit him. Was about to⌠But I thought about it. Mid-swing, I realize youâd probably be madder at me than him.âÂ
See, Yoongi has always been the nonchalant type. No one doubts how far his anger could drive him. Fortunately for everyone, he is a patient man. Nevertheless, his patience has a bad habit of fracturing whenever it comes to you. He always been protective of you. As for you; you expect better from him. You know heâs better than hateful actions.Â
âJimin told me you said you wanted space⌠He thought you told me.. Thatâs why he brought it up. Then, when he realized I didnât knowâhe went full defense mode.â
You sigh. âKeep me updated, yeah? Jimin is still a good guy. He is still your friend.â
âNot a very good one if heâs fucking my best friend over.â Yoongi snaps. âYou need to stop letting yourself be treated so poorly.â
You laugh. âNoted.â
For a moment, you two are okay. For a moment, Yoongi isnât pissed and you arenât hurt. You sink into the cozy feeling and decide to carry the conversation into a different direction. âAnyways, how are you?â
âNo,â Yoongi says sternly. â___, weâre not doing that. Iâm here for you. Youâve been avoiding me. Youâve been cheated on andââ
âYoongi, I know what happened to me. Itâs clear that you do too. Weâve established it so you donât need to repeat it,â you snap. âI donât want to talk about it anymore.â
He groans at you.Â
In response, you throw your hands in the air and roll your eyes at him. âSee? this is why I didnât call you. God, I knew youâd do this.â
Yoongi rolls his eyes, shakes his head, and almost laughs at you. âDo what? Worry about you? Thatâs kind of what a friend is for. This is called a friendship. Me communicating and trying to protect youâthis is shit men do. Something Jiminââ
âStop it. He did communicate. I just wasnât his choice. End of story.â
âAnd thatâs the dumbest bullshit he could ever pull. I mean, how could anyone not choose you?â
âTo each their own.â
âFuck that and fuck him,â Yoongi scoffs. âI choose you.â
Your eyes widen and so does his when he realizes the words that fell out of his mouth. What happens now? Itâs such an odd thing to say, no? Yoongi has never said anything like this to you before. When you look at him, you see his gaze had softened and even if there was a slightly panicked look on his face⌠There was also an underlying sense of relief.
Itâs as if he had confessed a secret.Â
You brush it off. Clearing your throat, you ask him; âA-are you done? Because Iâm, uh, n-not in the mood for this. I donât need you toââ
âTo what? I didnât come here to say âI told you so,â ___. Are you fucking kidding me?â
âThen why are you here?â you huff, beginning to feel more and more defeated. âJust go, Yoongi. I want to be alone.â
âWe can be alone together.âÂ
Itâs then when you look up at him, eyes watering and feelings on the edge of a cliff. You take a deep breath. Holy shit, youâre so tired of this. You stand up but he catches your hand and pulls your body into his embrace. Before you can protest, he holds you tighter.Â
âItâs me, ___. Itâs us.â he comforts you. âFall apart or go numb, whatever. Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Unsure of what stirs in youâperhaps itâs the days worth of holding everything inâbut tears begin to fall from your eyes. Your inhale is cut short and disrupted by a hitch and the ache in your chest. It takes over. It practically consumes you the moment you let it.Â
âI hate how you can j-justâhow y-you can get me like this,â you cry, poking his chest passive-aggressively. Soon, your hands form a fist and youâre beginning to hit his chest as light cries escape your lips. As predicted, the louder you begin to break, the slower and lighter you hit him. When you come to a stop, he places his hands on top of yours. âI hate you,â you mumble.
He hushes you and holds you as you begin to tremble.
Yoongi moves the two of you into your bed. He wraps his arms around you as you cuddle up to him while you continue to cry. His sweet nothings calm your cries. He holds you tighter to calm you. His hands are placed patting the top of your head or rubbing your back. While he does all this, Yoongi wonders what it would be like to hold you in a totally opposite situation.Â
One where youâre happy and hung up on him. One where you donât feel like shit and heâs just trying his best not to cross any lines.Â
After a while, you finally calm down. His arms and wrist felt a little numb, but it was worth it. He tucks his chin to take a peek at your state. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is a little red from the crying⌠But you look relieved. You look like you could rest tonight and if heâs not mistaken, you also look a little sleepy. The truth is; you just feel safe.Â
He does this so well. He holds you better than Jimin.
âI wanted to face it alone and deal with it.. Pretend like it didnât matter and that I could handle it..â you say, eyes slowly fluttering closed. Your voice gets softer and sleepier. He hushes you, promising that you donât need to explain yourself. âNo, because⌠Itâs like whatever I do.. I just feel so alone. I figured there was no point in calling you because honestly⌠I still feel empty with you here, Yoon. What do we do about that?âÂ
He wishes he had an answer. Yoongi wishes he could find the perfect words for you and form some sort of metaphor that could change your perspective on everything. He shouldâve majored in English Lit or something.Â
Although, he canât say heâs not surprised or offended by how blunt you are. He knows youâre all about transparency. Itâs probably why youâre still a little hung up on Jimin: he came clean. He had an honest conversation with you, which only complicated your feelings for him even more. Now, the issue wouldnât just be on how youâd have to learn to unlove Jimin, rather it would have to do with your new perspective on honesty and trust.Â
Is honesty really worth it? Is it really that good? From the looks of it; maybe some things are better left in the dark.
Yoongi knows itâll take time for you to adjust to the pain, but a big part of him wishes you could let him in more. After all, you canât heal what you wonât touch, right?
So he lies there, wondering to himself when could he ever be enough for you. It confused him how you still felt alone when he was giving his all to be here with you. How much closer did he have to be to get to your heart?Â
Your face is buried into the crook of his neck. Your makeup was smudging over his shirt and his arms had already given out from holding you for so long still, he stays. He doesnât dare move or feel the need to complain. This is what he getsâpieces of you that others leave behind.
No part of him gets it.
Yoongi will forever wonder why heâs the one whoâs left to help you clean up when you could be with him and never need to feel like this. Donât you know that you donât need to be in a position of loving someone who gives you up like youâre a choice? Like youâre an option?
To Yoongi, thereâs no choice when it comes to you.Â
Thatâs what he has learned from being friends with you all these years. The irony is that he'll spend hours unending trying to convince you that being a second choice isn't worth it.
Yet, that's what he is to you.
The worst part is that even if he had a choice, heâd still choose to be in love with you.Â
A/n: Somehow I wrote this with a genderless reader! I hope you all enjoy <3
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Yoongi paced nervously backstage, his heart racing with anticipation. He was about to perform at his first concert in New York, and he couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. The crowd was huge, and he wanted to give them his all.
Suddenly, he heard a knock on his dressing room door.
"Come in," he called out, trying to steady his breathing.
The door opened to reveal you, his longtime friend from Seoul. Yoongi's heart skipped a beat as he took in your beauty.
You were wearing a dark outfit inspired by Daechwita and even had the scar painted on your right eye. Your attention to detail always excited Yoongi the most especially when you focused it on his interests.
Now his heart seemed to be bursting out of happiness, a gummy smile on his face, as you stood before him nothing less of a vision and even carrying a bangtan bomb in your hand.
"Hey," you said softly, a smile playing on your lips.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck."
"Thanks," Yoongi said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm a little nervous, to be honest." Yoongiâs gaze dropped from yours to the ground as the thought of what awaits made his anxiety rise again.
You walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't be," you said. "You're amazing, and you've worked so hard for this. You're going to do great."
Yoongi couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence at your words. He took a deep breath and stood up straight, ready to face the crowd and you gave him an encouraging smile before walking out.
As he walked out onto the stage he immediately found you in the crowd happily waving the bomb. The moment he felt your eyes on him he relaxed and he couldn't help but smile. He began to rap, his words flowing effortlessly as he poured his heart out to the audience.
With every look around the stadium his confidence grew and with every look into your sparkly eyes so did his heart.
After the show, Yoongi was buzzing with excitement. He had never felt so alive. As he walked offstage, he saw you waiting for him with a bouquet of flowers.
"You were amazing!" You squeezed, giving him a firm hug. "I'm so proud of you." Your eyes shone from the building tears.
Yoongi felt his heart swell with gratitude. He had always admired your unwavering support, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit in love with you.
As the two of you walked out of the venue, Yoongi took your hand in his. You looked up at him, surprised, but didn't pull away.
"Y/n," he said softly. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't help the way I feel. I love you." He wanted to say but standing here also ne with you and a confession on his mind made the nerves return and twist his guts in a fist.
Your wide eyes never left his as you awaited his next words.
âThank you for being here today⌠it felt really good to see you in the crowdâ he scratched the back of his neck a small smile paying on his rosy lips.
You felt like you were left a little high and dry and decided that youâll take the matters into your own hands.
You see before Seokjin joined the army he told you an important secret about a friend of his that might have included words like âYoongiâ âlikesâ and âyouâ.
"I like you too," you said, before leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Yoongi felt like he was on top of the world as your warm lips touched his cheek, his heart beating faster than ever before.
When you pulled back and smiled at him he without a second thought wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you into a real kiss.
With your lips caressing his own he could feel the tension in his muscles subsiding and his heart charging up to its full potential.
âI like you moreâ he looked into your eyes before placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
The both of you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together, and couldn't wait to see what the future held.
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Summary : you have been working at hybe for/with BTS for a few years and have become great friends with them. Suddenly Jimin starts acting different with you and you canât help but get upset because you secretly have a crush on him:(
Genre/Tropes : angst, jealousy, friends to lovers (more like idiots to lovers tho), painful blindness of the twoâŚ
Word count : ~1.7K
A/N : I love when it snows with big fluffy snowflakes, it makes me think of snowflower<3 Do you like snow?
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The next day you enter BTS practice room unwillingly, your body clad in oversize joggers and a matching long sweatshirt that hid your body from any praying eyes, as you were commanded to collect Jimin for his outfit check, while the other staff got other boys. You considered asking one of the other staff to switch with you, but that would have started a rumor about you and Jimin being enemies or what not⌠although it did feel as if you were his enemy as of lately judging by the treatment youâd received not even 12 hours ago.
This morning Jimin managed to look even worse than he did last night, and he felt even worse than he looked if that was even possible.
âWhen did you come in last night? I donât think I heard youâ Namjoon was fulfilling his leaderly duty, questioning Jimin on his whereabouts.
âI donât remember because I lost track of time crying in the studio because Iâm a total fuck upâ Jimin wanted to say as he looked into his friends caring eyes, but settled on a simpler explanation.
âI slept at the studio.â
âJimin you canât sleep in the studio when weâre practicing every day, you need some proper rest if you wanna do wellâ Jin waved his hands in the air. Jin wasnât blind heâd seen the way his friend had been acting lately with you and with the band. Something was very wrong and if Jimin continued to ignore those around him it would become a huge problem that they did not need a few months before their tour.
Jinâs voice instantly aggravated Jimin. If this conversation had taken place weeks prior, Jimin would be apologizing to his elders and doing just as they told him. However the present Jimin hated his hyung with a passion, because he, without actually doing anything, proved Jimin that he was third-rate compared to Jin.
You come closer to the three boys lounging on the floor keeping your moves as quiet as possible to not irritate Jimin. Your heart is beating like crazy and your whole body is stiff as a rock when you finally approach them.
âJimin could you please come with me for the outfit check?â you barely meet his eyes, scared to see the same expression from yesterday glaring at you making you feel no bigger than a pebble and no smaller than a whale at the same timeâŚ
Jin and Namjoon share a confused look.
Jimin doesnât say a word, his eyes never leaving your face, which is sadly hidden behind your hair. He exhales deeply and gets up heading for the door.
Guilt is swarming him, all he wishes to do is apologize to you for what happened yesterday, to set things straight again. He could no longer fool himself that ignoring your existence or raining down on everyone around him was in any way comforting.
You also turn toward the door now that his eyes are no longer burning your face and take a step when a warm hand catches your arm.
Your eyes shift to a concerned expression on your best friends face.
âAre you alright?â Jin voice is smooth and soothing, like cool gel on burnt skin.
âIâm fineâ you reassure him, not wanting to bring your friend into your mess.
You can see that Jin doesnât really trust your words or your âreassuringâ smile and hesitantly lets go of your hand when you put your hand on his signaling him to let you go.
Jimin is standing at the door watching the scene, once again an outsider. Hurt and anger reach a boiling point in him again. Jinâs hand on yours and the way your eyes never left his face, it was all so angering to Jimin. His anger towards you two becomes sadness and his eyes gloss over with new unshed tears.
That is all he had ever wanted, that kind of warmth from you, being able to share glances and comforting touches with you⌠But he was not the kind of guy that you liked.
You liked a man like Jin, an older man, one that was tall, had a soft voice and a strong body and of course was undeniably handsome.
To Jimin, he was nothing like the man described and on top of all, a total wreck that couldnât even treat his friend well.
The two of you walk wordlessly to the dressing room and you lead him to a room with his name plastered on the door. He enters after you, closing the door behind himself.
You quickly shuffle through racks of clothes searching for a particular one that you had to go over today, while Jimin awkwardly stands by the door trying to get a grip on his emotions.
You finally find the hanger that you were looking for and unzip it, checking out the outfit within.
Usually these outfit checks were a fun thing between you and Jimin. Youâd joke around without any tension, even though he had to take his shirt of multiple times in front of you, but you always kept your composure, as did he.
Now you didnât know how to approach him while holding the shirt in your hands. It was full of buttons on the front and back, ones that heâd not reach to fasten himself.
You let out a shaky exhale and Jimin takes notice of your anxious state and decides that he must somehow diffuse this tension or heâll suffocate.
âNeed me to put that one on?â he cringes when it comes out harsher than he intended due to his gravelly voice.
âYes⌠pleaseâ you nod handing him the shirt, still not lifting your head.
He takes it from you, your hands gently brushing against one another and you retract your hand as if heâd burned you. A big sign leaves his lips and he turns from you to put the shirt on. It feels foreign to turn away from you, as if he was hiding something, when before heâd take his shirt off the moment you entered the dressing room only to see the scarlet shade emerge on your cheeks.
At the back of his mind he knew that heâll never be able to make you blush, because now you had someone to who your heart belonged and your heart recognizes only that someone.
Jimin slips out of his t-shirt and stares at the buttoned shirt his mind going blank. He tries to unfasten the buttons, slide his head in but still finds no way to put his body inside the shirt.
The shirt is bunched into a frustrated ball in his hands as he approaches you. You finally lift your head to look at the shirt only to be met with Jiminâs naked chest.
Your jaw goes slack and your eyes widen jumping from his chest to his eyes. Jimin breaks into a grin seeing your shocked expression.
âMind helping me a bit? I canât seem to figure out how this works⌠itâs so weirdâŚâ he chuckles out of embarrassment and your heart finally stills, anxiety dissociating with every word he says to you.
âYes, sureâ the corners of your lips pull up slightly which makes Jiminâs heart come alive. You take the shirt from his hands and methodically unbutton the garment in seconds which makes him chuckle.
âThatâs why youâre the bestâ he mumbles under his breath but you donât catch a word too focused on putting the shirt on him.
âJust put your hands through here and turn around, Iâll button you upâ
He obeys your commands without a second thought, turning his back to you once heâd put his hands in.
A gasp leaves your lips when his back comes into view. Itâs fully littered with bruises of different sizes and colours, indicating that some were new ones and some dating back a few weeks.
âJimin⌠your back... what happened to-o your back?â the words barely roll out of your mouth. The image already imprinted in your brain leaves distaste on your tongue.
âItâs nothingâ heâs quick to disregard your care, feeling an absolute idiot for showing himself to you. He should have remembered the way his back looked after the extensive dance training heâd been doing.
âJimin this is not nothing, it looks horribleâ you try to get an answer from him but seem to steer him into the wrong direction.
âWell nobody asked you what it looks like. Donât like it, donât look.â He snarled at you, but you were not backing down this time.
âItâs not about how it looks visually, gosh Jimin what is up with you lately? Youâre totally out of it and now your back? You have to tell me whatâs wrong; I could help you, the boys care about you too. Weâre all friends here so donât push us awayâ you try knocking into his heart but Jimin only sees red at the mention of his band mates, because believe it or not his mind can only conjure an image of his hyung and you together being âfriendsâ.
âYouâre a staff Y/n. So just do your job and leave me alone.â he snaps at you, venom leaking from his words. You didnât even notice when the bubbly atmosphere became a hellish cold with his words settling into your heart.
You step back from him creating distance, returning to your previous lone-sphere. Jimin lets out a frustrated sign and rips the shirt off of his body flinging it to the side before stomping out of the dressing room with his own t-shirt in hand.
You stumble back into a chair; your eyes adhered to the ruined shirt sitting on the floor of the now quiet room.
Summary : you have been working at hybe for/with BTS for a few years and have become great friends with them. Suddenly Jimin starts acting different with you and you canât help but get upset because you secretly have a crush on him:(
Genre/Tropes : angst, jealousy, friends to lovers (more like idiots to lovers tho), painful blindness of the twoâŚ
Word count : ~1.7K
A/N : Hii! Hope you enjoy the third part<3
Series masterlist<3
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Preparing for a comeback was never an easy task. New choreographies to master, stage planning, outfit preparations, media coverage and much more. You had just gotten a raise to the third manager in command which meant that most of your work was to do with the boys, checking choreographies for corrections to match the stage, making sure outfits for each song were impeccable but also comfortable for the boys.
Today the team focused on the new choreos. It has been almost a full month since they started the choreo-focus.
You had spent 9 pause-less hours in the practice room with the boys and a few instructors. For now, tucked away at a far corner in the studio, there was nothing for you to see and comment on, so you had your computer with you, completing documents that were sent to you by the superiors.
Once in a while, after finishing sentences youâd lift your head to observe the boys and their state. Just as you looked up, instructors gave them a little break, seeing as they could barely breathe. You quickly jumped out of your seat on the ground and gathered 7 bottles from a nearby table to pass around.
Approaching the 7 sweaty bodies that laid on the ground a compassionate smile covered your features.
âOkay now everyone sit up and have some waterâ you called out passing each of them a bottle âand I repeat sit up⌠I donât need anyone chocking on water⌠againâŚJin Iâm talking to you, you big babyâ you shot daggers at your best friend catching his laying form about to pour water into his mouth.
One last bottle is left in your hand as you ascend to Jimin.
Heâs been silent lately and no one knew why.
Even Taehyung and Jungkook asked you if you might have a clue what was wrong with their hyung, but you as well as them held no knowledge over the fact.
He was sitting up straight, legs crossed, head narrowed down. âHave some water Jiminieâ you put the water in front of him, but he didnât move a muscle. âYah Jimin! Drink up while you still can, this is gonna be our last break for a whileâ Hobi scolded the younger boy.
âIâm not thirstyâ he answered in an uninterested tone.
You were about to dispute with him, but an alarm going off took everyoneâs attention.
âTime to get back to workâ Namjoon signed and handed you his bottle with a quick nod to say âthanksâ. You return his smile with one of your own before collecting the other bottles out of their way and stacking them next to the wall.
When the music starts again you scan over the seven boys, your eyes unintentionally lingering on one particular boy standing in the front of the set-up.
Oh how much you wished you could enter his head and see what was it that weighed him down, you wished you could solve all his problems only to see his smile beaming at you once again⌠you hadnât realized how much his smiles, the ones that left you red as a beet, affected the quality of your daily life, until you lost the privilege of getting multiple through the dayâŚ
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The clock strikes 9 PM when your older colleagues bid you farewell and leave the almost dark building. You stay behind wanting to finish up a few documents so youâd have all of tomorrow to focus on concert outfits. For you fittings were the hardest part. Stylists would put together wonderful outfits, but without one thought of how anyone is supposed to move around, let alone perform in them. That job was left to you as well as a few older staff members with more experience.
âUGH!â you let out a loud sign resting your head at the wall behind you, closing your eyes to settle the stinging sensation in them from not blinking, âfinally, time to go homeâ you close the laptop securing it in your backpack and locking up the room.
You turn to leave but a light at the end of the hall catches your curiosity. You walk towards the light peeking inside the room.
âJimin?â you whisper to yourself. The boy was in a dark grey top that you soon realized was actually a light grey top completely drenched in his sweat.
His pale skin shone off the mirror capturing your gaze as it slipped to his face. Wet hair stuck to the pale skin, lips a mix of grey and red, where he must have bit it out of frustration, eye circles prominent even from afar.
âIs he insane?!â you thought to yourself becoming aware of all the signs that pointed to a conclusion that he was once again overworking himself.
âJimin!â you shout over the music coming into the room to give him a piece of your mind. Worry now completely radiating off of you as you stood closer to him, the details even more pronounced to your vision now.
He doesnât seem to mind your voice as he pays you no attention, eyes still locked on his fluid form in the mirror.
âJIMIN!â you try again, straining your voice. Now your worry becomes irritation as he voluntarily ignores you once again.
You walk over to the stereo and pause the music, and look up at him. Heâs storming over to you, his face stone cold which makes you want to curl into yourself but this isnât your first rodeo with one of the boys overworking themselves, so you know that itâs not always a pretty view.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â his sharp voice cuts you. He was so close to you making you nervous for all the reasons that did not matter right now. You recover fast enough from your daze.
âProbably saving your life considering the way you look⌠Have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?â you try to lighten the mood, but you come to regret it soon enough.
âHave you?â Jimins eyes scan you up and down and you can physically feel yourself become smaller in his scrutinizing gaze. The lighthearted smile that just adorned your face now gone completely without a trace, your eyes big, insecurities hogging your clear mind into the darkness again. You wrap your arms around your torso as you become painfully aware of the way you look. Your frumpy giant form next to Jiminâs angled toned body seems comical making you feel like a total joke.
You lower your gaze not wanting him to see your eyes that were beginning to moisten and Jiminâs gaze immediately softens seeing your reaction.
Jimin was beating himself up inside. Seeing your face fall, your warmth retreating from him he immediately knew of the monumental mistake that he had just made. He knew that what he said was entirely wrong and not even true in the slightest. He was just so hurt the day he became aware of the feelings that you shared with his hyung and decided that instead of being sad about it heâll be mad at the whole wide world.
That was in no way a better decision, but for a while being mad at the two of you helped him more than crying into his pillow out of frustration every other day and waking up with a headache.
However the hurricane of emotions that he felt seeing you so close to him messed up his brain. It was just the effect you had on his poor heart that still yearned after you.
With you so close he only wanted to bring you into his embrace like he used to and squeeze you tightly till you couldnât stop laughing. Yet he knew that these dreams of his were in ruins as you belonged to another and he couldnât let himself act out his feelings so instead he masked it with hatred and fury.
âJust⌠donât hurt yourselfâŚâ you clamer out, eyes never again meeting his as you retreat out of the room.
Jimin lifts his hand to stop you, his whole body burning with embarrassment that he said that to you that he made you feel sad, but you donât notice him.
Jimin is left alone in the room, his hand still up, reaching for you who is no longer present. He stays frozen in that position overthinking everything that just happened, beating himself up for being such an idiot.
âNo wonder she likes Seokjin, not me⌠thereâs nothing to like about me.â he glances at his slouched void form in the mirror, before resuming the music, determined to dance until he can no longer lift his feet as punishmentâŚ
The moment you step out of the room your tears cascade down your warm cheeks and a shaky cry escapes your lips. You cover your face your palms crying into them with pain seeping through you.
You had always had insecurities about the way you looked, but being with BTS had helped so much, considering that the boys were all about self-love and never said anything hurtful your way.
Jiminâs comment released the dark monster inside your head.
You did look ridiculous, how could you even let yourself think that he could possibly ever like you back, when you looked like âthisâ. You should apologize to him for having to be so close to someone so uglyâŚ
But if Jimin thought you were disgusting the rest of the boys definitely did too⌠maybe they just havenât blurted something out in your earshot.
You took your hand away from your face deciding that youâd better leave before you can run into Jimin again. Just then you notice your reflection in the mirror. Itâs a confirmation of all the thoughts you had before. The girl standing in front of you had a red wet face, budging stomach in pants with a cropped sweater that made her look like a shapeless whale. Jiminâs voice echoed in your head again.
âHave you?â
You snapped your eyes away and hurried out of the building, leaving droplets of fresh tears all the way home.
