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CHAPTER - 1

How nice it would be if feeling were that simple?

7 YEARS LATER

"Y/n, we have got big news for you!" Said the CEO of the reporting company Star News. Everybody in the meeting room diverted their eyes toward me while I looked at the CEO with confusion. It has only been 1 and a half year since I started working was a reporter and interviewer in the company.

They gave me my own interview show which was doing pretty well in the country. I was so glad that people liked me and my interviews a lot and most of the TRP on our channel raised because of my individual show. Not bragging or anything but I just stated a fact. I was happy being here in this company.

"You are going to interview BTS!" Mr. Gong aka the CEO of our company said. BTS?! My eyes widened quickly and everybody in the room gasped out of excitement. They all started to clap but my mind went blank. It has been more than 6 years since I saw him. And he would be there on my interview show.

After that incident when Taehyung rejected me, I decided to cut all ties with him so that I won't interfere in his personal life and make him uncomfortable. Jimin on the other hand stayed connected with me but not as much as before. He moved to Seoul and I didn't know what he was doing there until one day I saw the pictures of the first boy group of bighit labels.

There he was in the group pictures with... Taehyung alongside him. It was a bummer for me at first. I felt bad that he never told me anything about this whole thing even though he calls me his best friend. I never in my life once thought that my best friend and my first love would end up in the same group.

I moved to Seoul once I got accepted into the Seoul National University for my further studies to become a news reporter. All 7 of them were always in the news for something new they achieved and I would smile every time I would hear Taehyung's voice, introducing himself on radio shows or interview shows and a rush would go down my spine. Guess he had the same effect on me for years.

Jimin and I were again in contact with each other. He would call me any time he wants and tell me whatever is going on with him whether it is the littlest thing like him fighting over Wangmandu with Taehyung or the biggest thing like becoming the most popular boyband all over the world or hitting billboard 100.

I would sometimes hear Taehyung's voice while I talk with him on call but I always chose to ignore it and it did help me a lot. I didn't think about him as much now as I did before. I remember Jimin congratulating me on the release of first episode of my show and promising me he will be on my show with his whole group one day.

Now I get it. It must be Jimin who insisted on coming to my show. I remembered his promise. I also heard that Taehyung and Jimin became best friends. And the fact that I never told Jimin about Taehyung and me, I am afraid that what if Taehyung told him. That day when he saw me crying, I made the excuse that I lost my phone and I didn't know what to do.

"Okay, pull yourself together. You have a month before come to your show. Do your best Y/n and no mistakes will be accepted as you know how protective their fans are over them. A slight mistake and your career will be on the edge. So brace yourself and make this the best show they have ever been on" Mr. Gong said sounding really excited. Obviously who would want to miss this opportunity.

"Yes, sir! I'll give it my all!" That's all I can do right now though. I can't rejected this because it'll be the downfall for me. All I need to do is brace myself to face Taehyung after years. I am excited to meet my best friend but nervous to meet my first love.

1 MONTH LATER

It was the day when they will be arriving at my show. I'm gonna interview them. Nervousness was at the peak of my head. I kept taking deep breaths trying to calm myself. I prepared everything I could for this interview. I slept less and ate less to not waste my time at all and have the most appropriate questions and activities for them to be comfortable with.

More than that I was nervous to see Taehyung. How would he react when he sees me? I didn't know... He must have prepared himself too to meet me. We both need to stay professional. We need to keep our past aside and focus on the present. But would he be thinking about me like I am thinking of him? No, because I am just so nervous what if he doesn't give a damn about it and isn't bothered at all?

"Alright, they have arrived at the company!" One of the crew members opened the door amd yelled and then closed it again. I quickly got out of the interview room and went back to my green room to check my outfit and make up for the last time real quick. I needed to look perfect. Not because of Taehyung but there will be twice as much audience watching my show than my other interviews.

I was wearing a black classic solid pattern polyester crop top with puffed sleeves, it had a square neck which highlighted my collarbones. And I paired it with straight, high-waist denim jeans. I didn't go for a very chic look because I didn't want to exaggerate everything too much. As I know the media play and how people react if they find things "extraordinary".

I opted for a nude make-up look with silver hoops and black heels. I let my short hair be free and do not do any hairstyle. And that was my to-go outfit for the show. Not too much and not too less. That's what I called perfect. It was perfect for me. I checked myself in the mirror and did a little touch-up on the make-up.

I scanned myself from top to bottom and then walked out of the green room. My heart was beating fast. I will see him... I will finally see him after 7 years. I hope it will be a pleasant meeting. It's not like I haven't moved on. I have. But I have a past with him and he is a really famous idol now, it's just making me anxious because of these things.

I was fixing my outfit again and again while walking back to the set but my steps halted as I heard his voice in the corridor. I looked up and saw him in the corridor just a few steps away from me, talking on a call with someone. He was busy on the call and didn't notice my presence. I wasn't expecting to see him before the shoot but now that I have seen him, I should just go and greet him because ignoring him won't be so professional of me.

I stared at him from top to bottom. He was looking as fine as ever. He wore a cream colour shirt paired with bell-bottom brown pants. And the chain he wore on his neck was complimenting his overall look with hair pushed back exposing his forehead. He looked manlier than I ever imagined and saw. Of course the last time I saw him we were in the final year of middle school. It has been a lot of time since then, we all have changed drastically and we were just kids back then.

Sometimes I feel so embarrassed whenever I tell someone my first love was in middle school because they start making fun of me and say that kids don't love like adults and don't consider it as your first love. But only I know what I felt for him was real, the butterflies, the blush, the nervousness, the smiles, the embarrassment, the sadness, the hurt, the pain and the tears, they were all real. And I don't want to explain all that to anyone anymore so I chose to ignore or not even talk about that part of me.

I don't know how long I have been staring at him because when I came back to my senses he was already staring back at me. He was no longer talking on call and even his posture changed. He was now standing in front of me with his hands inside his pockets while looking back at me. A sudden rush of nervousness ran down my spine. Damn. Now I can't choose to ignore him at all. I'll have to face him no matter what.