BTS IMAGINES AND SCENARIOS

Idol✿⁠ ( Kim Taehyung/V)

Y/n

Screams after screams echoed in the auditorium.
Fans waved around their glowing sticks, moving along to the songs as a group of boys performed.

What their name again?

Right.

Behind the scenes or something, I don't know.

"Bangtan Soyeodan!" Angela screamed so loud into my hear, I probably will be deaf tomorrow.

I eyed her with disgust as she simply shrugged it off, dancing along to whatever they were singing.

If you can't tell, I do not want to be here. I mean, which office lady who just finished working for 15 hours straight,with no breaks if I might add,will be happy to be in a concert filled with screaming girls and boys?

None.

But unfortunately for me, that's exactly where I am.Not only is my head pounding, I'm also clad in a body fitting suit and pencil heels and we've been standing for hours!

Ofcourse I'm gonna get cranky.

"Run, run, run!" A booming voice sang into the mic, snapping me out of mind ranting.

My eyes flicked to the sound.

Ah,yes. Kim Taehyung.

He danced around effortlessly and that too with style. He looked ethereal.

I guess,I did pick up a thing or two from Angela's constant ranting about these boys. The first time she showed me Taehyung's picture on an album cover,my heart skipped a beat.

Even through the picture,his piercing gaze felt real. His skin flawless. He was the definition of perfect.
And the reason why I agreed to accompany Angela to this scream hole.

I guess, something good came out of it.

My gaze lingered on Taehyung for a while and I think he felt it because his eyes suddenly meet mine, throwing my off-guard internally but I didn't show it.

I simply maintained eye contact as he started at me with a smirk on his face and oh,my,did he look hot.

Unfortunately, he broke the contact off because he had to continue dancing but it was at that moment I knew,I had to have Kim Taehyung.

I know you're probably wondering why I said that being a normal person and all.

Wrong.

I'm not a normal person.

I didn't introduce myself earlier? My, pardon me.

The name's Y/n. CEO of Chic.co
Korea's leading style house.

A groan escaped my lips as I crashed onto the couch, slipping off my heels, throwing it somewhere.

It's currently 2 A.M. Angela's passed out on the couch, exhausted from all the screaming and dancing she did all night.

My mind trailed back to the earlier event. I knew it wasn't all in my head. I wasn't ugly,infact,I can say my face is one of the reasons why Chic.co is a success. So,sure he could have been staring at me because of that but there were plenty of girls even more pretty present.

Or maybe, it's the fact that I was wearing a bright yellow suit in a concert?

Yup. That must have been it.

A loud snore snapped me out of my thoughts as Angela rolled of the couch, landing on the floor. I snickered looking at her sprawled out form as I headed to bed.

She'll be fine,a little pain in her joints but there's nothing painkillers can't fix.

"Good morning miss!" Hannah,my secretary, greeted enthusiastically,a big smile on a face.

I eyed weirdly, silently urging her to spill out whatever good news she had.

"Guess who's manager called to help style their artists?" She asked,eyes wide.

" You know I'm not good at guessing Hannah, just spill it."

" Okay,okay! BTS!"

Right,did I forget to mention Hannah's also a die hard fan of BTS.

"Really?" I questioned, turning towards the elevator that led to my office.

" You don't sound as excited as I thought you would." Hannah mumbled, pouting.

"I mean you'll get to see Taehyung." She added, trying to hold back a smile.

Yeah,she knows about my little crush on the guy and now,she was using it against me!

" Whatever." I started, trying not to smile along with her.

" When are they getting here?" I added as she started at her notes.

" Actually,they are already here." She stated, looking at the ground.

My eyes went wide as I stared at her.

"What do you mean they are here? You did not inform me that I had a meeting." I groaned, marching towards my office.

I placed myself Infront of my full body mirror as my  reflection started back at me. I adjusted my suit,patted out my hair and made sure I had no lipstick on my teeth.

Besides seeing Taehyung,these people are really important and first impression matters.

"Okay, let's go." I stated as we walked into the meeting room,8 pairs of eyes immediately landed on me.

A professional smile found its way to my face as I walked towards my seat, exchanging greetings and handshakes with their manager. I greeted the boys with a warm smile,eyes raking through each of them before finally landing on Taehyung who stared at me,a little shocked at first,but that smirk from yesterday. I simply smirked back before tearing my gaze off him, clearing my throat.

"Thank you for having us." Their manager started, breaking the silence.

" The pleasure's mine." I smiled warmly as the meeting went on for hours.

Apparently,the boys were going on a world tour soon and needed a more than capable stylist to help with their outfits. I suggested some of my best stylist but they insisted they wanted me to style them.

I hesitated a bit, looking for an excuse to back off by telling them it'll cost more,but they agreed before I even completed the sentence.

I sighed defeatedly, shaking hands with their manager as we signed the contract.

The tour was meant to go on for atleast 3 months and that means I'll be spending 3 months with BTS,with Taehyung!

My gaze moved to said man only to find him already staring at me with a look of fondness in his dark eyes.

This is going to be a very long 3 months tour.

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