Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 16 - Biggest Fan

Anyeong! Okay, so I received complaints that it was only one line of Jimin fluff. Well, I did say 'forecast' not a full show (sorry don't kill me). (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)
Keep reading and find out what happens with him, I promise you won't be disappointed!!
(；'∀｀)

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"So your bias is Jungkook huh?" Jimin quized Hanna as he pressed the elevator button.

"Yep." Hanna answered, staring at the elevator doors. She was tugging on the lining her brown trench coat as she stood uncomfortably next to the 5'8" man.

"Any reason why?" He flashed his pearly whites again. Jimin was still shirtless under his hoodie and Hanna was trying hard not to stare.

She gathered from what had happened with her friend and from what she told her, or well in this case, what she hadn't told her, that Jimin was dangerous.

And that hickey? She was definitely going to stay away from him.

"Because.." she started. "He's cute, sweet, and seems like a lot of fun."

"But I'm cute, sweet, and a lot of fun!" Jimin winked almost at the same time the elevator made a ding.

"He's got such a gentlemanly vibe to him and he seems like he'd be nice to girls.. Nice to me.." Hanna ignored Jimin's smart ass-ery and continued unintentionally swooning over Kookie.

This brought a chorus of laughter from Jimin that echoed within the metal lift as they entered.

"Well, he's not that nice!" He finally said, almost forgetting to press a floor number. "And trust me, he's nothing like that!"

"You're just jealous you're not my bias." She quipped, trying to shift the attention on to the BTS member.

Sighing slowly, Jimin turned to Hanna and leant against the right wall of the elevator. He crossed his arms over his exposed chest and gave her a smirk that was simultaneously cute and sexy.

He knew how that look made women feel. How he made women feel. And she was not falling for that.

"No, my dear Hanna.. I just know him."

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As I entered the recording studio, my eyes could barely see anything besides the daunting recording table.

I had never been here before, and it looked exactly as I imagined it to be whenever I walked past this door. The equipment table on the left, attached to a glass window overlooking the booth, a couple of wheely chairs to go with the high tech computer screens.

"Hello?" I meekly cried out into the dimly lit room.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave the empty studio, a set of arms snaked around my waist. I gasped at the unexpected embrace.

"I'm glad you came." Namjoon was holding me tight from behind, his voice barely over a whisper.

I wrapped my arms over his and reciprocated the hug.

"Of course I did," I said after he finally released me from the hug. I turned around to face him, looking up at his broken eyes. "Where else would I be?"

"With Jimin?" He smiled as if it was a joke, but I could hear the bitterness in his tone.

"What's wrong?" I hastily changed the subject. Something I was getting really good at.

"I don't want to talk about it." Burying his face into my shoulder, he pulled me back into his embrace. His fingers digging into my skin as I heard him exhale.