The Second Choice

Project Dubai

On the flight to Dubai, Jimin sat tensely in his seat, staring out the window at the expanse of clouds. Savannah was next to him, chatting with Emery, who was seated across the aisle, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Jimin's mind. He had lied to Savannah, telling her he was over Y/N, but it was becoming clear to him that he wasn't. His head spun as he thought about Y/N not reaching out for almost a month. Normally, she'd have texted or called by now, tried to patch things up, or at least begged for reconciliation. But this time, there was only silence. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

Jimin glanced over at Jungkook, who was seated next to Emery. Jungkook knew about Savannah, knew she was more of a side chick than anything, but he had no idea that Y/N was the one Jimin had broken up with. Emery didn't even know about the messy situation with Savannah, thinking everything between the four of them was normal the pair  had no idea about the messy situation Jimin had created. And none of them knew that in just three days, Jimin would see Y/N again at the launch of Kojae Media's new building in Dubai. He had no idea how that encounter was going to play out, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. He had to see her, if only to understand why she hadn't reached out—why she wasn't trying to fix things like she always had before.

In the opulent penthouse that Taehyung had meticulously booked for their stay, Y/N found herself at the kitchen counter, preparing a late-night snack. The smell of melted cheese filled the air as she pulled out a gooey, cheesy dish from the oven. She was about to take a bite when Taehyung, with his usual playful charm, swooped in and snatched the dish from her hands.

"Hey! That's mine," Y/N protested with a sulky pout, though a smile tugged at her lips.

Taehyung grinned, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "I couldn't resist," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You always make the best food. I thought I'd help you enjoy it."

Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes but feeling the warmth of his gesture. "You know, you're really something else. How am I supposed to get any food with you around?"

Taehyung wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. "I guess you'll have to find a way to share with me," he teased, his breath warm against her neck.

They had indeed grown closer, and their relationship had shifted from friends to something more intimate. Taehyung was aware that Y/N was still grappling with her feelings for her ex, but he was patient, understanding that she needed time. Yet, their growing attraction was undeniable.

As Y/N continued to cook, Taehyung wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His touch was tender, but the intensity of their connection was palpable. Every time they were together, it seemed like their previous boundaries had blurred beyond recognition.

They had shared numerous intimate moments in the penthouse, often finding themselves in each other's beds. Their physical attraction was strong, and Taehyung reveled in every touch and kiss, cherishing the unique intimacy they shared. For him, it was a dream come true, being with someone he had loved for years. The connection felt different, more profound.

"You know," Taehyung said, his voice low and intimate, "I can't get enough of you. It feels like we're the only two people in the world when we're together."

As Taehyung pulled Y/N closer, he guided her to sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around her. They resumed their playful banter, but the conversation soon turned to softer, more intimate exchanges. Y/N's legs draped over his, and she rested her head against his shoulder, savoring the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

Brynn's advice about moving on by getting involved with someone new seemed to be working. Y/N was becoming infatuated with Taehyung, her desire for him growing stronger with each passing day. The way he showered her with affection made her crave him even more, pushing away thoughts of her ex.