When BTS run a competition where the winners spend a week with the boys in Korea, you decide to enter on a whim. Fate, cruel and ruthless to you in the past, has another ploy for you when your name is announced.
Will you let fate determine your pat...
Oh goodness, I love Jimin already. You thought to yourself as you knew perfectly well your favorite childhood trick of hiding behind the door.
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'Mommy, a gwhost opened da door and I'm scarwd!' A young boy, your brother, said as he ran behind your mother who was carying a twin on each hip, Lina and Harry who were three years your junior.
'Why don't you be a big boy and go check behind the door, Charlie.' You heard the soft coo of your mother who you loved so dearly.
'Ok mommy, foh you I'll do it.' The boy pronounced, slowly inching his way closer to your hiding spot.
'Boo!' You shot out from behind the front door of your childhood home, scaring your older brother so badly he jumped. You loved doing this to him. Every time, he never learned. 'Haha, I got you Charlie!' You grinned. So did your parents. So did your brother, changing his expression from a pout when you weren't looking.
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You decided to do something silly too because you were in one of your fun moods. You silently took one step in and popped your head around the edge of the door.
There were no words for the heart-stopping, breath-hitching, body-jolting shock of being inches away from Park Jimin's face. And it was inches. What an... intimate way to meet. Jimin's mischievous grin burst into red flames of shock and amusement at seeing you play along with his light-hearted joke before pausing to study your face for the split second you were still standing upright.
As your body went into comatose and back in milliseconds, your legs decided to give up and so there you were, plunging backward towards the ground. It all happened too fast -- adrenaline rushed through your veins, your eyes squeezed shut, and you let out a short shriek as you hurdled towards your impending death, which you believed was long overdue anyway.
Ok, maybe 'death' was an exaggeration.
Just seconds after you met and you're already making a fool out of yourself. Your mind moved at the speed of light as you braced yourself for the hard ground, but after a few extra milliseconds without a slamming sound pulsing through your ears, you realized you weren't falling anymore. You didn't feel the pain either, but instead it was replaced with warmth and strong, comforting arms around you.
Jimin was all too intriguied already. This one's different, he thought to himself with a slight smirk as he admired her while she lay in his arms: eyes squished shut and face in a frozen state of panic yet he still admired her.
You slowly opened your eyes to find yourself in Jimin's arms, likely looking like a scared rat with your face scrunched up and you internally scolded your inherent clumsiness. You looked up to meet his studying gaze on you with an 'oops' look on your face, ashamed that you had to meet like this. Jimin surprisingly was smiling with a huge mochi grin, making your heart rate go through the roof of BigHit's very tall and fancy building. The adrenaline pulsing through you prolonged the brief moment as you admired 'the man who saved your life' like you were a disney princess or something. Too soon did you have to tear your eyes away as he stood you back on your own two feet.
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