sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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Dancing.

Watching him dance was something else.

I was deciding to take back what I'd originally said—Jimin did a lot for BTS as a member.

He may have been the quiet one, he may have been the one who seemed to have nothing going for him.

Was I ever wrong.

Watching the way his body moved to the music was insane—he was so cool.

As the music ended and he panted; standing there with his head down, sweet sweat slicking his skin—I felt the world around me change.

In a blink, I was leaning against a headboard; Jimin's head pressed against mine as he breathed—shuddering against my skin in a fit of pleasure.

My eyes opened.

I was dreaming about him again; though not as lewd, it was definitely more mysterious than the last.

Lifting my head, I rubbed my eyes to the sound of my phone buzzing.

Sejin: You have a shoot today

'Huh?'

Sejin: We'll be out front in 10, don't be late.

I rolled out of bed, stretching before I messily stumbled out of my bedroom.

"Holly what the fuck is going on?" I asked the dog, the brown haired poodle cocking his head at me curiously.

I got ready—minimally—before leaving the apartment. Making my way to the lobby, I outstretched my arms with a yawn before feeling a presence next to me.

"Oh, hey." I said softly, looking at the shorter boy as he beamed.

"Hi Yoongi-Hyung!" He squeaked, flashing me a bright smile.

'How are you so happy this early in the morning?'

"Have things been, okay, for you lately?" I asked, knowing he probably wasn't having it easy.

"Well," He muttered, suddenly looking down. "Namjoon-Hyung thinks we shouldn't have signed the new agreement."

'Typical, go on.'

"And other than that, the other members have been quiet about it; though I don't think they all agree." He then paused. "The fans are super excited though, they're really happy for us." He looked up at me yet again, his cheeks heating up.

I only realized I was smiling when I was pulled from our conversation—the sound of a specific asshole coming into ear shot.

"We're running late, let's get a move on." Sejin rushed as he entered the lobby, making Jimin nod tentatively.

The two of us followed behind silently, looking about the sea of fans as we exited the building and got into a van.

"There's not usually that many people who hangout around here." Jimin nodded, looking out the window as we began to drive off.

I was looking down at my lap—more specifically my hands—before a sudden thought came to mind.

'So we're supposed to be dating right?'

I hummed. "Like you said earlier, they're probably just here to support us."

I grabbed his hand, interlocking our fingers before casually shifting.

I tried my best to keep a straight face as his eyes flashed to me; large and doe-like. He was completely in awe.

It was cute.

"Sejin, what's this shoot even for?" I asked, eyeing the back of his head as he sat in the passenger seat.

"GQ Korea, they want a piece for their next issue." Great. That could mean a lot of things.

Obviously a photo shoot. Maybe an interview or two as well?

Great.

"Wow Hyung, look at all the people." Jimin whispered, looking out the window.

I watched as the people began to cheer as we came to a stop.

We got out of the van, walking through the swarm of fans before entering the building.

"Agust D, Park Jimin;" A man greeted, bowing—we both returned the gesture. "Welcome to GQ Korea."

"Thank you for having us." Jimin beamed politely, I only nodded.

He led us to the green room, make up stands set up as we each took a seat.

"Let us know if you need anything." He said.

"Thank you." I replied, shooting him a polite smile before he left.

Jimin's smile immediately vanished as he leaned over a bit closer to me. "Yoongi what the fuck?"

'I'm sorry-'

"Did you just curse?" I asked, furrowing my brows. The boy suddenly sat back as I let out a laugh, honestly finding the way he said it so funny.

"Hey! Don't laugh!" He whined, crossing his arms in protest. "I'm honestly just really confused right now."

I stifled my laughter, knowing it was true and I was feeling the same.

We had no idea why we were being played with like puppets for the media. It was unfair.

"Look." I said, voice soft as I reached over to hold the boys hand. "Just pretend we're in back in my studio—just you and me."

His eyes were glued to me.

"But I don't have a boner-"

"Jimin." I scoffed, trying my best not to laugh. "Just- nevermind. Don't overthink your shit."

He then nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Okay Yoongi-Hyung."

The door suddenly opened, a few different people coming in with bags and roll racks.

The stylists.

Jimin let go of my hand, beginning to talk with some of the staff as I closed my eyes—trying to ignore the feeling of poking and prodding on my face as it was caked with makeup.

Once it was finished I stood, taking the outfit they'd requested me to wear as I put it on; coming out of the changing room.

"Wow." Jimin cooed, eyeing me up.

The sexualization of Agust D was an oddity, but a good one at that.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

It was a navy suit jacket and pants; a white silk button down beneath and hair slicked.

I was a business man.

"Agust D, if you're ready they're all set for your interview." Someone said, popping their head into the room.

I nodded and followed him; the back of his shirt reading STAFF.

I shifted as I sat on the chair, having a stylist run up to me to touch up my hair for a moment before I cleared my throat.

"Alright, I'll ask you questions, all you need to do is answer them; simple as that." The producer said, sitting on a stool behind the camera.

"Okay, let's begin."

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