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JIMIN's POV
Mrs. Kwon squinted her eyes at me, a familiar glint of skepticism in her gaze. She leaned forward in her chair, her posture exuding an air of authority that made me squirm uncomfortably.
"Jimin..." she began, her tone as unyielding as ever.
"Heh, yeah?" I replied, my voice wavering slightly under her intense scrutiny.
"What's going on?" she asked, her words punctuated by a pointed stare that seemed to bore into my very soul.
I shifted in my seat, feeling the weight of her gaze bearing down on me like a ton of bricks. "Wha-what's going on? Nothing's going on. Something's going on with you," I stammered, rising from my seat in a feeble attempt to deflect her probing questions.
But Mrs. Kwon was having none of it. "Sit back down, Park Jimin," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.
I nodded sheepishly, sinking back into my seat with a defeated sigh. "I'm sat," I mumbled, avoiding her gaze as I fidgeted with the hem of my coat.
"Why did you want to talk to me about Y/N?" she pressed on, her tone soft yet insistent.
I swallowed hard, trying to come up with a plausible explanation on the spot. "I mean, her dating rumor doesn't concern you," she pointed out, her words hitting me like a slap in the face.
"O-of course it does, we are under the same label," I countered weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.
But Mrs. Kwon wasn't buying it. "You do realize that your group's name wasn't even mentioned in the article accusing Y/N," she pointed out, her words like a cold bucket of water splashed in my face.
"What?!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in disbelief. "But how will they know whose junior she is and...they need to know I'm her sunbae. We know each other. We are connected, related, have a past," I babbled, scrolling frantically on her laptop in a futile attempt to prove my point.
Mrs. Kwon sighed, rubbing her temples with a weary hand. "Jimin, it's not Y/N's debut year anymore. She has her own name, which is separate from you or BTS," she explained patiently, as if speaking to a child.
"But...Taehyung's name is with her in articles often," I protested, my bottom lip jutting out in a petulant pout.
"Because they worked in a kdrama together and are best friends...and everybody knows that," Mrs. Kwon replied matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"But Taehyung's also in BTS!" I argued, grasping at straws in a desperate attempt to salvage my wounded pride.
Mrs. Kwon sighed in exasperation, her patience wearing thin. "Jimin, from what I remember, you hated Y/N so much you didn't even want your name next to hers in the article we were about to release for the basketball incident," she reminded me, her tone tinged with annoyance.
I winced at the memory, feeling a pang of guilt wash over me at the realization of just how petty I had been back then. "Mrs. Kwon..." I began, my voice trailing off as I struggled to find the right words to say.
But before I could utter another word, Mrs. Kwon shook her head in disappointment, her expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Aish, you've always been the problem child," she muttered, her tone laced with weary resignation.
"Mrs. Kwon!" I whined, feeling a surge of indignation rise up within me. "Jungkook creates more trouble than me, I'll have you know," I protested, crossing my arms defiantly across my chest.
But Mrs. Kwon wasn't having any of it. "Both of you do," she countered, her words cutting through my feeble attempts at justification like a knife through butter.
"Don't put me in the same boat as him," I retorted, narrowing my eyes at her in a futile attempt to assert my dominance.
Mrs. Kwon's lips twitched in amusement, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she rose from her seat, towering over me like an avenging goddess. "Your right, because that boat has long drowned, you punk!" she scolded, her voice rising in pitch with each word.
My eyes widened in horror as I realized the gravity of the situation. Without another word, I turned on my heel and bolted towards the elevator, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my daring escape.
"Yah! You punk! Park Jimin-ah!" Mrs. Kwon's voice echoed in the corridor behind me, but I paid her no mind as I plunged into the waiting elevator, the doors closing behind me with a satisfying ding.
