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Y/N's POV
As I made my way backstage to congratulate the members of BTS on their historic win, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and pride bubbling up inside me. Taehyung's infectious grin greeted me as I approached, and before I knew it, he had engulfed me in a tight hug, his exuberance palpable in the air.
"Whoa!" I yelped at the sudden contact, momentarily taken aback by his enthusiastic embrace. "We won our first daesang, Y/N!" Taehyung exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with joy as he held me at arm's length, still beaming from ear to ear.
"I know, congrats Taehyung," I replied, returning his smile and squeezing his hands in a congratulatory gesture. The rest of the members joined in, their expressions a mix of elation and disbelief as they reveled in their well-deserved victory.
"Congratulations sunbaes!" I cheered, my voice ringing out in the backstage area as they all howled in happiness, their camaraderie infectious and heartwarming to witness. Namjoon sunbae's eyes gleamed with pride as he exchanged a meaningful glance with each of his fellow members, a silent acknowledgment of the hard work and dedication that had brought them to this moment.
"I'm so happy right now, Y/N!" Namjoon chimed, his voice filled with genuine emotion as he turned to me with a grateful smile. "I bet you are. Your hard work paid off," I replied, my own smile widening at the sight of their jubilant faces.
But amidst the celebrations, I couldn't help but notice Jimin sitting alone in the corner, his expression a mixture of happiness and awkwardness. As petty as I had been, I knew that I couldn't let this cycle of animosity continue any longer. It was time to bury the hatchet and move forward.
"Hey, Jimin," I said, making my way over to him and taking a seat on the couch beside him. "Listen—"
Before I could finish my sentence, Jimin suddenly turned to me, his hand gripping the back of the couch as he leaned closer, his eyes searching mine with a mixture of sincerity and regret.
"I'm sorry," he blurted out, his words tumbling out in a rush as he struggled to express himself. "I was really dumb, for almost ruining your debut. I made things harder for you, and then I... I was a jerk and blamed you for it, but it was really all my fault."
His confession hung in the air between us, heavy with the weight of unspoken apologies and lingering resentment. I took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as I realized that Jimin was finally taking responsibility for his actions.
"It's okay," I replied softly, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I was here to apologize as well. I was being a stuck-up asshole too."
I extended my hand, offering it to him in a gesture of reconciliation. "Friends?" I asked tentatively, hoping that he would accept my olive branch and put an end to the animosity that had plagued our relationship for far too long.
The air crackled with tension as we waited for his response, the weight of our past mistakes hanging heavy in the air. And then, finally, with a hesitant smile, Jimin reached out and clasped my hand in his own.
"Friends," he echoed softly, his eyes meeting mine in a silent promise to let go of the past and embrace a new beginning. And as our hands tightened in a firm handshake, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and hope wash over me, knowing that we had finally found a way to move forward together.
Jimin's touch sent a shiver down my spine as his fingers intertwined with mine, his hand warm and reassuring against my own. "Friends," he repeated softly, his voice barely above a whisper as his thumb traced gentle circles on the back of my hand.
I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as a blush crept up my neck, my heart hammering in my chest at the unexpected intimacy of the moment. I cleared my throat, trying to dispel the awkward tension that hung in the air between us.
"So... are we friends now?" I asked, my voice sounding a little more uncertain than I had intended.
Jimin's lips quirked up into a small smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he looked at me. "You just asked to be friends," he pointed out, his tone teasing yet gentle.
We both glanced down at our intertwined hands, a flush of embarrassment coloring our cheeks as we realized the awkwardness of the situation. With a simultaneous motion, we pulled away from each other, the sudden distance between us leaving a strange sense of emptiness in its wake.
Jimin and I exchanged sheepish looks, the tension between us slowly dissipating as we chuckled awkwardly at our own foolishness. I couldn't shake the feeling of flustered confusion that seemed to linger in the air, my mind racing with a million unanswered questions.
Why did his touch affect me so deeply? And why did I feel so strangely unsettled by the simple act of holding hands with him? It was as if a floodgate had been opened, unleashing a torrent of emotions that I had long suppressed and ignored.
But amidst the confusion and uncertainty, one thing was clear—I couldn't deny the undeniable connection that existed between us, no matter how much I tried to push it away. And as Jimin and I shared a moment of shared laughter and mutual understanding, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us, now that we had taken the first tentative step towards friendship.
