Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 41 - Idiot 🔥🔥🔥

Breaking the pessimistic pause, Jimin quietly continued. "..but I guess since I fell for you, I'm the biggest idiot of them all."

Just as that phone call ended. His phone buzzed and lit up to show a new notification.

BREAKING NEWS
BTS JEON JUNGKOOK DATING ASSISTANT MANAGER
PHOTOS INCOMING

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It was close to midnight and I was sitting in the car in an abandoned parking lot. It was almost like we were there for some shady drug deal.

But I guess what I was really doing would still be considered shady.

"You remember the plan right?" I heard, coming from behind me.

"Yes." Jungkook and I said in unison. BTS's head manager was sitting in the backseat of this flashy Audi, while we both sat in the front; Jungkook was the driver.

I took a deep breath and exhaled into the cool leather seats that were cool despite the car's heating, providing us comfort from the cold Korean winter.

"So you guys just talk and pretend like you're on a 'date'." The manager-nim repeated anyways. "Then in a few minutes, the photographer from Dispatch will be here to 'secretly' take some photos of you guys. When they have what we need, we'll text you, and you guys can leave."

We nodded again, for the umpteenth time. This information had been drilled into our subconscious long before we got into the car.

I foolishedly wondered why sitting in a car park would be considered a date, but realised it was probably the most normal 'date' kpop stars could have. You would never see them just enjoying dessert together with a random girl. All the 'dating' photos I've ever seen published were secret rendezvous at mysterious locations.

"You look nice," Jungkook complimented nervously as the manager nim left the vehicle.

"Thanks," was all I managed. I wasn't dressed in anything particularly outstanding. Specifically dressed by the wardrobe department to look down earth and relatable. A cute tartan outercoat, my hair pinned up in that typical loose Korean girl-next-door bun.

Not that they'd be able to see anything but my head in this car.

"This is a very nice car for our first date," he joked. I could tell he was almost as nervous as I was. He was right though. This car was so nice. Like three times above my pay grade nice. I guess it made sense to give him a nice car to cement his celebrity status.

Why be caught 'sneaking around' in a Kia when you can be caught in an Audi?

Somehow I had been roped into this fake dating Jungkook plan masterminded by PD nim and that publicist ahjussi. So I didn't want to mess this up. This was supposed to be the 'damage control' to the Namjoon incident at BigHit, as well as some publicity for Jungkook's new solo album.

Two birds with one stone, I guess.

I was also stressing out over what this all meant for me and Hobi. We never got to talk this through, and after our last encounter, there was so much we needed to cover.

The dancer stood up once he knew he had done his job, and grinned softly. He wiped his lips before leaning against me, my forehead supporting his. Steadying his laboured breathing, Hoseok rested for a few beautiful seconds. He kissed my forehead again, and whispered.

"I love you."

We hadn't been seeing each other for that long. And I wasn't sure what this all meant for our relationship.