Dream came True

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« Amar POV »

It's been four months since I left Paris—and four months of silence from BTS. But now that I've wrapped up my latest project, I made the first move. I called their stylist. Of course, I still had her number.

She told me they were in Seoul working on their new album. So, without hesitation, I booked a flight to South Korea. A little light stalking later, I found out they'd be shopping that day. And just like that, I ended up at the same mall—one reserved for idols.

I spotted Taehyung first. He was alone. Perfect.

"Taehyung!" I called out.

He turned around, surprised. "Oh—Amar? Long time no see!"

"I missed you," I said, pulling him into a hug. "Why so surprised?"

He chuckled. "This mall is private—only for idols. How'd you even get in?"

"Please," I said, flipping my hair. "I'm not just anyone."

He grinned. "Still in love with your confidence. How've you been?"

"Great. I've got some business here, so I'll be staying for a while."

"How long?" he asked, suddenly curious.

"Two, maybe three months. A few big companies want to collaborate."

"Nice. Since you're here, I should show you around—take you to some places only locals know."

"I'd love that," I said, smiling.

And then—

« JM POV »

While browsing, I spotted Taehyung talking to someone. I squinted. That walk... that energy... wait—that's Amar.

I walked up to them.

"Hey, Amar. How are you?" I said, pulling her into a hug. "I missed our talks."

"Jimin! I missed you too—that's part of why I came," she said warmly.

"You're staying for a bit?" I asked.

"Two or three months," Taehyung answered before she could.

"Got it," I said, eyeing him. He seemed... tense. Suspicious. What was that about?

"You have to come to dinner with us tonight," I said to Amar.

"Sure. If I'm not intruding."

"You could never," I smiled. "Come with me—I need your opinion on something." I gently took her wrist.

She didn't resist.

« Amar POV »

I went shopping with Jimin. I wanted more time with Taehyung, but Jimin was charming. A flirt and a sweet talker. Dangerous combination.

"What do you think of this dress?" I asked, holding up a light blue flowy one.

He stepped closer, eyes soft. "It suits your body perfectly."

"Thank you," I said, feeling his hands snake around my waist. I tensed.

"I'll go try another one," I said, trying to step away.

"No need," he whispered. "This one's already perfect on you."

I laughed nervously. "Then let's pick something for you."

My heart was pounding—and I couldn't afford to let it beat any faster.

« JM POV »

We spent hours together. She's flawless. Smart, stylish, funny... and her body—God, everything about her was just ideal.

« Amar POV »

I ended up buying the blue dress. It came just below my knees—long enough to hide my scars. It hugged my waist, and honestly, I felt beautiful in it.

We picked shirts for Jimin. Watching him try them on? Dangerous. He looked too good. That grey hair, the way he flipped it back... butterflies? I had dragons in my stomach.

« JM POV »

Back at the mansion, I gave Amar a quick tour and showed her my room before heading to the kitchen to cook. But she stopped me.

"I'll cook. I want to make something I had in Dubai," she said.

So, I let her. I went to my room and started a live on V Live. An hour later, she knocked.

I let her in, forgetting the live was still on. And boom—she appeared on camera. ARMY exploded in the comments:
"Who is she??"
"Is that your girlfriend?!"
"How did a girl get into BTS' mansion?!"

I quickly ended the live. "She's just a friend visiting," I clarified.

After the live, she looked concerned.

"Did I cause trouble?" she asked softly.

"No, it's fine," I said. "Need anything?"

"I finished cooking. The others are already eating."

"Then let's join them."

« Dinner »

Me: "This is amazing! You'll make me gain weight."

Tae: "How did you learn to cook this?"

Amar: "Had it in Dubai once. Fell in love with the taste and figured it out."

JK: "You need to cook for us every day!"

RM: "Seriously—this is too good."

Jin: "Okay, fine. I'll get dessert tonight."

Amar: "Ice cream, then. Any objections? No? Perfect."

« Amar POV »

After dinner, the members went to their rooms—except Taehyung. He sat beside me on the couch, eyes a little too serious.

"Amar," he said. "Can I trust you?"

"Always," I nodded.

He hesitated, then spoke quietly. "I think... I have a crush on you. But I also know Jimin likes you. And I can't—won't—fight with him over this. Even though... you're worth the fight."

I froze.

"Let's make a deal," he said. "You give us both a fair chance. We'll each try to win your heart. And in the end—you choose."

I stared at him.

"Taehyung, I've been in love with you for ten years," I said, my voice barely holding steady. "And now that you finally like me back, you want me to consider someone else too?"

He looked down. "Please. I can't stand between Jimin and my friendship."

I exhaled slowly. "Fine. But you have to tell him the truth. From you."

"I will," he promised. "But..."

"But what?"

"There's more. So much you don't know yet."

I leaned closer. "I love you. Whatever it is, I want to know you—all of you. But before that... I need to tell you both something first."

He nodded. "Okay. Let me go get Jimin."