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JIMIN's POV
As I stood next to Y/N in the bustling studio, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Despite the lively atmosphere around us, there was a palpable tension between us that I couldn't quite understand.
I glanced over at Y/N, hoping to strike up a conversation and ease the awkwardness that seemed to hang in the air like a heavy cloud. But before I could even open my mouth, she stepped back, her movements stiff and guarded.
"Hey, Y/N," I began, trying to keep my tone light and casual. "How's the lyric writing going?"
Y/N glanced up at me, her expression unreadable. "It's...fine," she replied tersely, her voice lacking its usual warmth. "Namjoon-nim needs help with something. Excuse me."
And with that, she hurried away, leaving me standing there feeling utterly bewildered. What had just happened? Was it something I said? Or was it something else entirely?
I watched as Y/N disappeared into the crowd, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. It was clear that something had changed between us, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what.
As I tried to make sense of the situation, a familiar voice broke through my thoughts. "Hey, Jimin," Taehyung said, appearing at my side with a grin. "What's up?"
I forced a smile, trying to push aside the unease that lingered at the edges of my mind. "Nothing much," I replied, my voice lacking its usual enthusiasm. "Just...trying to figure out what's going on with Y/N."
Taehyung frowned, following my gaze to where Y/N was now deep in conversation with Namjoon. "Yeah, something does seem off," he agreed, his brow furrowing in concern. "But I'm sure it's nothing. Let's just focus on the collab for now, okay?"
I nodded, forcing myself to push aside my worries and focus on the task at hand. But no matter how hard I tried to shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of my mind, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between Y/N and me
As I watched Y/N from a distance, I couldn't shake the feeling of concern that washed over me like a tidal wave. There was something in her eyes, a flicker of emotion that seemed to hint at a deeper pain lurking beneath the surface.
I wanted nothing more than to reach out to her, to offer her comfort and support in whatever way I could. But as I stood there, paralyzed by uncertainty, I couldn't help but feel utterly powerless.
She needed someone to pull her out of whatever dark place she was in, someone to soothe the pain that she was facing alone. But how could I help her when I didn't even know what was wrong?
I racked my brain, trying to come up with a solution, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that weighed heavily on my heart.
And then, as if on cue, Y/N's gaze met mine, and for a brief moment, I saw something flicker in her eyes – a silent plea for help, a desperate cry for understanding.
As I grappled with these swirling emotions, a sense of confusion and frustration washed over me like a crashing wave. Why did it bother me so much that Y/N seemed to be pulling away from me? Why did I feel this overwhelming urge to be there for her, to offer her my support and comfort?
The truth was, I didn't have a single title in Y/N's heart. I was just another face in the crowd, another co-worker in the vast expanse of her life. And yet, for some inexplicable reason, the thought of losing even that tenuous connection filled me with a profound sense of loss.
I couldn't understand why it mattered to me so much. After all, we were just acquaintances, nothing more. And yet, as I watched her from across the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had lost something precious – a chance to be a part of her life, to make a difference in some small way.
But why did it matter to me? Why did I care so much about someone who...I had the most confusing history with? It was a question that haunted me, gnawing at the edges of my mind as I struggled to make sense of my own conflicting emotions.
And as I stood there, gazing into her eyes, I felt a surge of determination well up within me – I needed to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering her, no matter what it took.
"Y/N..." My voice trailed off as I called out to her, my heart pounding in my chest. She turned to face me, her expression guarded yet vulnerable, as if she were hiding something behind those soulful eyes of hers. For a moment, our gazes locked, an unspoken question lingering in the air between us.
"C-can we talk...alone?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel the weight of my words hanging in the air, heavy and laden with meaning. But before Y/N could respond, her hesitation evident in the furrow of her brow, she glanced around nervously, as if searching for an escape route.
"We have a lot of work to do.. we can maybe talk...later.." Her words were hesitant, tentative, as if she were trying to find the right excuse to avoid the conversation. But I could see through her façade, see the turmoil brewing beneath the surface of her composed exterior.
"Liar..." The word slipped past my lips before I could stop it, raw and unfiltered. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat as she turned to face me fully. "What?" Her voice wavered, a hint of uncertainty seeping into her tone.
I took a step closer, closing the distance between us until there was barely a breath of space separating our bodies. "Liar...your lying." My words came out in a hoarse whisper, tinged with a mixture of frustration and desperation. I could see the flicker of guilt in her eyes, the way she avoided my gaze as if unable to meet my scrutiny.
"I'm not lying." Her voice was barely above a murmur, barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. But even as she spoke the words, I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the flicker of doubt that betrayed her true feelings.
Something was definitely wrong, and I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it took.
grappling with my own emotions, a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings swirling within me, one thing became abundantly clear – I wanted her. Not just in a fleeting sense, but with a depth and intensity that took me by surprise.
It wasn't just a desire to be near her, to bask in the warmth of her presence, although that was certainly a part of it. No, it was something deeper, more profound – a primal instinct to protect, to cherish, to hold her close and shield her from the world's cruelties.
And yet, even as I acknowledged these feelings, I couldn't help but wonder why. Why did her pain become mine, her happiness magnifying my own? Why did I feel this inexplicable pull towards her, this undeniable need to be by her side?
It wasn't guilt, I knew that much. The incident with the basketball, while regrettable, wasn't what lay between us. No, this was something else entirely, something far more complex and nuanced than mere awkwardness or remorse.
I had my suspicions, of course – moments of shared vulnerability, fleeting glances exchanged in the midst of chaos, the subtle shift in our dynamic that hinted at something more. But even as I mulled over these thoughts, one thing remained constant – my desire for her, my yearning to be seen, to be recognized, to be known.
And so, as I stood there, gazing into her eyes, my heart pounding in my chest, I made a silent vow to myself – I would do whatever it took to make her see me, to acknowledge the depth of my feelings, to recognize the connection that bound us together.
Because deep down, I knew – I wanted her. I wanted Y/N to recognize me as a shield, not a threat. I didn't want her to be awkward or guarded with me anymore. I didn't want to make stupid plans to win her over anymore. I just wanted her.
I wanted Y/N. I just wanted her. I didn't want anything other than her. I just wanted Y/N as Jimin. I don't know why I want her. I just do.
