Bulletproof. [Reader X Jimin]

Errect the walls.

Y/n adjusted her sunglasses and surveyed the bustling airport terminal. A new assignment awaited her, and to say she was unenthusiastic about it would be an understatement. She had spent years guarding politicians, diplomats, and even rescued hostages from armed threats. The thrill of adrenaline and danger was what fueled her, what she had come to live for. So, finding herself assigned as a one of bodyguards for the world-renowned men's group BTS was more of a frustration than an honor.

Her younger sister, Heewong was an ardent fan of BTS, her obsession particularly fixated on a member named Jimin. The irony wasn't lost on Y/n– she was about to step into the midst of the very group her sister idolized. She sighed, wondering how her sister would react if she knew that her sister was going to be so closely connected to her idols.

As the members of BTS disembarked from their private jet, Y/n surreptitiously observed them. Each one was a global sensation, and their camaraderie was palpable. She could tell they were a tight-knit group, and their bond was likely a key factor behind their success. Y/n was pretty good in reading people, so she doesn't need much time to analyze and make conclusions about them and their feelings.

Jimin, the member your sister gushed about, caught your eye. His charismatic aura and megawatt smile were hard to ignore. Your eyes met briefly, causing you to instinctively look away, and your annoyance at the situation only growing.

"Hello, everyone! Welcome back to Seoul!" a cheerful voice announced, capturing the attention of both the band members and the surrounding staff. Their manager proceeded to brief them on their schedule and the security arrangements.

You tuned out slightly as the manager spoke. You have your own reasons for agreeing to this assignment – a secret that weighed heavily on yours conscience. Your job was to protect, not to become entangled.

As the day wore on, Y/n navigating through rehearsals, press conferences, and interviews. The members of BTS were talented and dedicated, and their commitment to their art was undeniable. Still, the unfamiliarity of the situation grated on you, and you longed for the adrenaline-pumping scenarios you were used to.

Later that evening, as the sun began to set, you retreated to a quiet corner of the venue, to take a 20 minutes break. Leaning against a wall, you closed your eyes and attempted to regain composure. Unexpectedly, someone approached you.

"Hey, you're that one new bodyguard Y/n, right?" a voice inquired. You opened your eyes slowly to find Jimin standing there, a friendly curiosity in his gaze.

You nodded "Yes, that's correct."

Jimin's smile was genuine as he extended his hand. "I'm Jimin. It's nice to meet you, Y/n."

You just gave him brief polite smile.

"Y/n" he repeated, as though testing the name. "Well, I hope we can work well together."

You raised an eyebrow, your skepticism apparent. "Just expect professionalism from me."

Jimin chuckled, seemingly unphased by your guarded demeanor. "That's fair. But who knows, maybe we'll find some common ground."

Jimin left and you closed your eyes again in hope to get some rest finally.
Was he hitting on me? Ladies' man of the band?

After the intense rehearsal, the members decided to head over to Hoseok's apartment for a post-practice hangout. Amidst the shared laughter and relaxation, Jimin seized a moment to share his newfound interest with his bandmates. "Hey, guys, I have to admit something... I'm kind of smitten with the new bodyguard."

The room erupted in good-natured laughter, and the playful teasing began. Taehyung wagged his eyebrows dramatically. "Well, well, Jimin, love at first sight? Don't be ridiculous, after two days you will be smitten with the new makeup artist... we know you, dude"

Namjoon leaned in, grinning. "And I thought only your high notes could make hearts flutter."

The guys exchanged knowing glances, and Hoseok chimed in with a wink. "Why don't you admit that you are just playboy and stop pretending like every time is a TRUE LOVE FROM THE FIRST SIDE" he emphasized last five words with his arms in the air making heading.

The laughter continued as the members playfully speculated on Jimin's feelings. Jungkook chimed in with an exaggerated sigh. "Jimin-hyung, are you sure you're not confusing admiration for your moves with romantic feelings?"

Jimin's cheeks reddened, but he took the teasing in stride, chuckling along with his friends. He hadn't expected his confession to lead to such comedic commentary.

Meanwhile, your workday had finally concluded. Tired and slightly frustrated with the incongruity between your past experiences and current assignment, you returned to the apartment. Pouring a glass of whiskey, you sank onto the couch, reflecting on the day's events.

As the warm liquid flowed through you, you pondered the stark contrast between high-stakes past and the relatively mellow world of pop music. Protecting high-profile politicians from potential threats and even surviving a bullet wound had given your life an exhilarating edge. You thrived on the rush of danger.

But the energy with BTS was different. It feels like you are out of place in a world that didn't quite fit your mold.

Downing the glass you decided to call it a night. Changed into pajamas and slipped into bed, hoping for a restful sleep.

However, the moment you were asleep, you turned out to be trapped in a nightmarish scene. Again. It was a swirling maelstrom of shadows, punctuated by flashing lights and the distant wailing of sirens. Scenes shifted erratically, leaving you with a gnawing sense of unease.

Amidst the chaos, a recurring image emerged: a locked door, a barrier that concealed a secret you'd fought hard to protect. But the nightmare offered only a glimpse of the torment, never fully unveiling the truth.

Startled awake, you was left with a cold sweat and a racing heart. The remnants of the nightmare clung to you, unsettling and disorienting. You reached for a glass of water, breathing heavily.

Lying in bed, Y/n realized that her secret was her responsibility alone, and her current assignment was a way of keeping it locked away. Distractions were unwelcome.

With a sigh you determined to snatch a few hours of sleep before facing the challenges of the next day. Unbeknownst to you, the walls you'd meticulously built around yourself, were on the brink of collapse, and was destined to challenge everything you thought you knew.