As BTS delved into the intricate choreography of their upcoming music video, Jimin found himself unusually distracted. Thoughts of Y/n, the person who had captured his heart, danced through his mind, drawing his attention away from the dance moves he usually executed with precision. Despite his best efforts to focus, his thoughts kept drifting back to memories of their time together.
Jungkook nudged him playfully, snapping him out of his reverie. "Hey, Jimin, you with us?" he teased, a knowing grin spreading across his face. Jimin blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Yeah, sorry," he muttered sheepishly, trying to refocus on the choreography.
But even as he attempted to immerse himself in the dance routine, Jimin couldn't shake the anticipation of Y/n's visit. The prospect of seeing them again filled him with a mixture of nervous excitement and longing, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Suddenly, the door swung open, breaking their rhythm. Bang PD entered, a faint smile dancing at the corners of his lips.
"Alright, boys, let's take a five-minute breather," he announced. A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, and the members gratefully collapsed onto the nearby couches." What's going on, PD-nim?"
Jin asked, wiping sweat from his forehead. Bang PD's smile widened. "Trust me, this interruption is worth it. Miss Malhotra will be visiting tomorrow." Interest sparked among the members. "Miss Malhotra?" RM repeated. "What's she coming for?"
"She's here to take your measurements," Bang PD explained, "to create the most exquisite costumes tailored specifically for each of you."
As the clock ticked closer to the designated time, the door finally slid open. Everyone turned towards the entrance, they were met with a vision in black. Y/n Malhotra, her vibrant hair starkly contrasting with her sleek attire, walked confidently into the room, accompanied by her secretary, Mia.
A stunned silence descended upon the room.
Y/n, with her head held high, her gaze sweeping across the room. Her expression was professional, and composed, a stark contrast to the shy assistant designer they once knew. This Y/n exuded an aura of confidence and success that left them speechless.
Y/n walked over to RM, her expression all business. "Good afternoon, RM. I'm here to take measurements for your new costumes. Shall we get started?"
RM nodded, gesturing for the rest of the group to gather around. "Sure thing. I'll go first."
Y/n's eyes scanned over RM's body, measuring his shoulders and arms with precision. "Let's make sure you look great in your new costume," she said, making small talk to ease the tension. "Good thing you've been working out," she joked, earning a chuckle from the leader.
Next up was Jin, who greeted Y/n with a friendly smile. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with for our new designs," he said, making Y/n feel a little more at ease.
"I'll give my best Mr.Kim", Y/n replied professionally.
"Yaah, Who's Mr.Kim . It sounds really old, but I'm not old , I'm World Wide Handsome You know !!! also you are like my sister so call me Oppa... arraso?"
"Nae Oppa" Y/n said with a faint smile.
As she moved on to J-Hope, he started talking about his latest fashion inspirations, and Y/n found herself getting caught up in his enthusiasm. She even shared a few of her own ideas, feeling a connection with the rapper.
Finally, it was Taehyung's turn. He stood stiffly as she measured him, their dislike for each other palpable.
Taehyung's expression was cold, his eyes narrowed. "I don't like you, Y/n. I never have." Y/n rolled her eyes hearing his comment. She knew Taehyung had never forgiven her for something that happened in the past, which was a misunderstanding, neither she did forgive him for the things he said to her.
After she was done, Y/n crossed her arms, her own expression hardening as she met Taehyung's gaze head-on. "Well, the feeling's mutual, Taehyung," she retorted, her tone cool and clipped. "You've made it abundantly clear where you stand. Don't worry, I won't lose any sleep over it." With that, she turned on her heel, determined not to let his words affect her any further.
Suga was next, and Y/n approached him with a professional demeanor. "Good afternoon, Suga. I'm here to take your measurements for your new costumes. Shall we get started?"
Suga nodded, standing still as Y/n measured his arms and chest. He was always a man of few words, preferring to let his music speak for him. But Y/n knew that beneath his stoic exterior, there was a kind and thoughtful person.
"I've been enjoying your latest release," Y/n said, trying to make conversation. "Your music is always so raw and honest. It's really inspiring."
Suga's eyes flicked up to meet hers, a hint of surprise in his expression. "Thank you," he said quietly. "That means a lot coming from you."
Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of connection with the rapper. "I've always admired your dedication to your craft. You're a true artist."
Suga's expression softened, and for a moment, he let his guard down. "I've always respected your work, Y/n. You have a unique style and vision, and I'm excited to see what you come up with for our new costumes."
Y/n felt a surge of pride at Suga's words. She had always respected his talent and his dedication to his craft, and it was an honor to be working with him.
When it came time to measure Jungkook, she couldn't help but feel a little more at ease. Jungkook had always been her favorite, like a little brother to her. "Hey JK, how have you been? It's been a while," she said, unable to hide her genuine smile.
Jungkook grinned back at her. "I've been good, Y/n noona. It's great to see you again."
Y/n chuckled as she adjusted the tape measure around Jungkook's waist. "Still drinking lots of banana milk, I see. How's the diet going?"
Jungkook's face lit up. "Noona, you know I can't resist it! But I've been working out a lot, so it balances out, right?"
She laughed, shaking her head. "Only you could think like that. But I'm glad you're happy."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly. Jungkook's eyes twinkled with mischief as he shared stories about his latest banana milk adventures. "And then, I found a vending machine that sold banana milk at the airport. You should've seen my face!"
Y/n burst into laughter, imagining the scene. "You wouldn't dare buy all of them!"
"Oh, but I did," Jungkook said with a grin. "I even took a picture of my happy face. It's priceless!"
As they continued, Jungkook's jokes and antics never failed to bring a smile to Y/n's face. It was moments like these that reminded her why she cherished their bond so much. It was more than just the laughter; it was the shared understanding and the unspoken promise to always be there for each other, no matter what.
And sometimes, during their heart-to-heart conversations, Jungkook would share his dreams and aspirations. "Noona, I want to start a banana milk brand. I know it's silly, but I really love it. What do you think?"
Y/n smiled, encouragingly. "I think it's a great idea, Jungkook. If anyone can do it, it's you."
Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth towards Jungkook. She had always had a soft spot for him, and it was clear that their bond was still as strong as ever.
Meanwhile, Jimin watched from across the room, his fists clenched and his jaw clenched. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he saw Y/n smiling and laughing with Jungkook.
But when it was Jimin's turn to be measured, the tension between them was palpable.
As Y/n's hands brushed against Jimin's skin, a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn't help but remember the way her body felt pressed against his, the way her lips tasted, and the way she moved underneath him. Each touch from her was a jolt to his senses, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't ignore.
Y/n's heart raced as she stumbled, she was about to fall but Jimin caught her holding her lips. Due to the force, her lips accidentally meeting Jimin's in an unexpected kiss. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension between them building to a fever pitch. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her chest, and she knew that he felt the same way. In that fleeting moment, they were transported back to a night filled with passion, tangled in each other's arms in the dimly lit BTS practice room.
For a moment, they both froze, unable to move or speak. They were transported back to the night when they shared their bodies, the night when they were tangled in each other's arms naked in the BTS practice room. Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she remembered the way Jimin's hands felt on her skin, the way his lips tasted, and the way he made her feel alive.
Jimin's grip on her waist tightened, and Y/n could feel the tension between them growing, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer.
His breath was hot against her lips, and she could feel the desire in his touch. She tried to pull away, but her hairs got tangled with Jimin's shirt button, causing a direct eye contact.
Their eyes locked, and Y/n could see the desire in Jimin's gaze. She knew that she had to do something about it. She couldn't deny the chemistry between them, and she knew that she had to act on it. But at the same time, she knew that she couldn't let personal feelings get in the way of her job. She had a reputation to uphold, and she was determined to give BTS her best work.
So she stumbled again, pulling away from Jimin and breaking the trance. "I'm sorry," Y/n said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to..."
Jimin shook his head, cutting her off. "It's okay," he said, his voice husky with desire. But his gaze was hard, and Y/n could see the anger laced with fake hate in his eyes.
Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them, as they grappled with the undeniable chemistry that bound them together. But beneath the surface, a butterfly effect was in motion, setting off a series of events that would forever alter the course of their relationship.
His grip on her waist tightened, a silent plea buried beneath the mask of anger. But Y/n, wise to their game, wouldn't be swayed. A flicker of defiance ignited in her eyes as she tried to pull away, only to be snagged by a loose thread on Jimin's shirt. Their gazes locked, a silent scream trapped within.
In that moment, they were prisoners of their own design, a web woven from unspoken yearnings and manufactured hate.
"It's just a Mistake," Y/n breathed, her voice laced with a venom that barely masked the ache beneath.
Jimin's eyes flickered, a flicker of understanding threatening to breach the dam of his anger. "Doesn't matter," he rasped, his voice a threadbare whisper against her lips. It was a promise, a veiled threat, a secret waiting to be unraveled.
They both got out of the trance when JK calls them out after noticing them together. The other members were busy in other things that they didn't saw Jimin and Y/n's accidental kiss and also didn't noticed the tension between them.
Y/n and Jimin exchanged a look, and for a moment, Y/n thought she saw a flicker of longing in Jimin's gaze. But then it was gone, replaced by a cold, distant look. And Y/n knew that they both had to deny their feelings, no matter how strong they were.
The tension remained, a thick, suffocating fog. Love and hate, a tangled dance neither could escape. As they turned away, the echo of their forbidden kiss lingered, a haunting melody in the air, a promise of a storm yet to break.
The room was filled with an uneasy silence as Y/n and Jimin tried to distance themselves from the intense moment they had just shared. Despite their best efforts to focus on their work, the lingering tension between them was palpable, casting a shadow over the otherwise cheerful atmosphere.
Jungkook's interruption had served as a timely distraction, but it couldn't erase the undeniable chemistry that crackled between Y/n and Jimin. As they continued with their tasks, stealing cautious glances at each other when they thought no one was looking, it was clear that their brief encounter had left an indelible mark on both of them.
For Y/n, the kiss had reignited a flame she had thought long extinguished, awakening feelings she had buried deep within her heart. She knew that she couldn't act on those feelings, not when the consequences could jeopardize everything she had worked so hard to achieve. But try as she might, she couldn't shake the memory of Jimin's touch, the taste of his lips lingering on her own.
And Jimin, too, found himself grappling with emotions he had long tried to suppress. The kiss had stirred something primal within him, a longing he couldn't ignore. But he knew that giving in to that longing would only lead to heartache, for both of them. So he buried his feelings beneath a facade of indifference, masking his desire with disdain.
As the day drew to a close and the members bid farewell to Y/n, the air was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. But amidst the turmoil, there lingered a silent understanding, a shared acknowledgment of the forbidden connection that bound them together. And as Y/n walked away, her thoughts filled with memories of Jimin's touch, she couldn't help but wonder if their paths would ever cross again.
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