The Act Before Love | BTS JIMIN fanfiction

Chapter Sixteen

A few days later...

After getting ready for a couch photoshoot, you silence your phone and hand it to a staff member. 

You walk into the filming area, only to see Jimin, looking so...perfect. There was no other word to describe the look. 

His curly hair was set in a way that made him look like a prince, even though he was just wearing a casual hoodie.

He waves at you as he sees you walking over. 

Shit why does this guy get to look so handsome??

You smile at him and wave back.

The director calls for the staff to get ready and have the cameras rolling. 

You were told to sit on the sofa with Jimin, in a position that had you two really close together. 

You stare into those pretty brown eyes of his, getting lost in your own thoughts.

"Hey, Y/N!" you hear the director yell out distantly.

"Huh?" you blink, settling back into reality. 

"Focus! Don't just stare, put more emotion into your face." 

"Sorry." you say, before turning to Jimin again. You pull a fake smile across your face, because you had to 

Honestly, you weren't in the best mood to be filming right now, especially after what happened with Chaeyoung. But you had no choice. 

They would never reschedule the whole photoshoot just because you weren't in the right mood.

"It's ok. Pretend you're looking at someone you like." Jimin says to you, softly. "I won't get mad if you do that." You contemplate whether or not to tell him that that person was him.

You mentally smack yourself for thinking that. 

Your period mood swings must be getting to you.

"Alright, that's good. Y/N, stay focused." the director calls out, interrupting your thoughts, before you could say them out loud. "Next position!"

However, the other positions he had in mind weren't coming out as well as he thought it would. 

After a few tries, the director got more and more agitated because his plans weren't going his way. 

"Let's try one more. We can take a short break if this doesn't work out." he finally says.

He tells you to sit on Jimin's lap, your foreheads so close that if you flinch, you would bump into him. 

Your heartbeat quickens as you feel how close you are to him. Without the director asking, Jimin puts his arms around your waist, a faint blush creeping up to the tip of his ears. 

You were so close to him that you could feel his warmth, and the smell of his cologne. 

You feel his warm minty breath on you. You feel your head tilting without your permission, almost like you were leaning in to ki-

"Let's all take a short break. Be back in 10 minutes." the director says to everyone, making you jerk your head back.

Scrambling, you get off of him, suddenly feeling shy in his presence, in a way you have never felt with anyone before.

You move to a chair nearby, but when you sat down on the edge of the seat, you feel a wave of cramps coming. 

You wrap your arms across your stomach, hoping that some warmth would ease it.

Thank god this wasn't happening when we were filming.

That would've been so awkward. 

You must have been very unfocused today, because you didn't hear Jimin come over and crouch in front of you as the cramps continuously attacked your poor stomach.

"Are you ok?" Jimin asks. You nod, although it didn't seem very convincing, as your face scrunches up from the pain.

"Are you sick?" he asks, now worried.

"Cramps." you manage to say.

"Wait here." Then, he jogs over across the room, asking the staff for something.

Confused, you see him come back, handing you a heat pack.

He gently moves your arm away and places the pack on your stomach. 

"That'll help you." Jimin says. "Do you want Advil or Tylenol?"

After seeing you shake your head, he pulls another chair over and sits beside you. 

"Thank you though." you say. You stomach was feeling better.

"I have an idea for this photoshoot but I want to make sure you're ok with it before I tell the director about it." You look at him, waiting for him to continue. He whispers it to you, and you nod, telling him that it's a good idea. 

He then goes over to the director, and you watch them converse.

After the break was over, you place the heat pack on the chair and walk back onto the set.

You were feeling better after the short break, while was good.

Your cheeks redden as you walk over, reminded of Jimin's idea.

You fidget around with the hem of your shirt, waiting for everyone to be ready.

Jimin lies down, his head elevated on the armrest, and then motioning for you to get onto him.

Shyly, you lie on top of him and his hands land on your shoulders, gripping you gently, but firm. 

The blushes that appear on both of your faces were definitely not fake.

His other hand shifts to rest on the back of your thigh, high enough to be convincing, but low enough to be respectful of your body. 

Some part of you itches for his hand to rise higher and touch you more, but the more sensible part of you knows that you are filming right now.

You rest your head on his shoulder, just savoring the rare moment between the two of you. 

You know that there won't be many chances that you get to be... like this with him.

Part of you really wants to confess and tell him what you feel, yet you don't want to damage what you have with him right now. 

This flirty friendship that you two have.

As you lie there, you watch his movements, the soft sounds of his breathing that you can clearly so clearly now, since the room has gone quietly, surprised at the intimate position you two were willing to partake in. 

The director cuts in after a few shots, telling eveyone that the photoshoot was finished.

Reluctantly, you get off of Jimin, allowing the staff to start tidying up.