After 2 years learning Korean, I finally got my dream work, being a photographer in BigHit Entertainment. It's been 3 years since BTS started.
I started learning the language because of them, but it just got like a habit and now I can barely remember their music.
I arrived to the building and got in a room for a quick interview. It went really good. I was worried the producer wouldn't like my work, but he loved it. So now I'm part of the company's team!
After finishing, I was called for a small photoshoot, a casual one, to test my abilities.At first I met Jungkook. I recognized him at the moment.
Y/N: Maknaes first, huh?
I said with a small smile. I'm actually pretty shy, but I wanted to be nice to them. He smiled back and I took a picture. The photoshoot had started.
(...)
5 members later, my work was almost finished.
"Okay, last individual shot. It's Suga's turn."
Oh, how could I forget? He was my bias. My ultimate bias, actually. But... I don't know, I guess I grew up. I have to admit, it was difficult taking pictures of him. He is really photogenic.
Breathing was getting harder for me at this point. As the shoot ended, I excused myself to the bathroom.
I looked up to the mirror. What a mess. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"What the heck is wrong with me, it's just Yoongi"
I went out of the bathroom and saw Kookie and Suga waiting for someone.
Y/N: What are you doing here, guys?
JK: Hyung wanted to kno-
Suga slightly punched Jungkook's shoulder.
JK: I mean, I wanted to know if you were ok, you looked a little bit sick before.
Y/N: Oh, I'm fine, thanks anyways.
They smiled and walked away.
I was exhausted. I went home after the long day. I sat on my desk, opened my computer and loaded the pictures from today.
I sent them to BigHit. Suga's ones came out really good.
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Next morning, I woke up early. I had breakfast and then went back to work after a couple hours of reading.
I have to stay with the boys until they go home. Yes, dream job, huh? Today there's no much to do, so it's a calm day for them.
Just at the second I trespassed the door, Taehyung and Jungkook walked towards me.
V: Hey!
He showed a beautiful, bright, rectangular smile.
V: We are going for some ramen in 30 minutes, wanna come?
Y/N: It's your lunch, guys, I don't want to bother you.
JK: Oh, no, please. We really want you to be there, and if you want, you can bring your camera and take some pics.
Y/N: Okay, you got me.
I winked at them and walked to my office.
I was preparing the camera equipment when suddenly, I felt a hand laying in my shoulder. I turned around slowly, awaiting a serial killer behind me.
S: Nice camera.
Y/N: jESUS CHRIST, YOONGI. You scared the shit out of me!
S: Ah~, you're just exaggerating. I just wanted to know if you're coming with us.
Y/N: Yes, but I already told V and Jungkook, so why are you here?
S: Yah, girl! don't be like that, I just want some time alone with you.
I started blushing. His smile grew as my cheeks got redder.
Y/N: Y-you're such and idiot.
I walked towards the door, but he was faster. He grabbed my waist with his pale hands.
As our skins touched, I felt a burning sensation.
I turned around facing him.
Y/N: What are you-
Before I could finish the sentence, his expression became harsh as he spoke.
S: I'm sorry, that was a reflex action. It won't happen again.
Then, he left the room muttering.
Sigh. What's wrong with this guy? And worse, what the hell is wrong with me?
I'd been lost in my thoughts for a while when I realized that I told the boys I would have lunch with them.
I checked the time in my phone and noticed I only had ten minutes left.
Fuck.
I rushed the packing of the equipment and stormed out of the room.
The boys had already left the building in the car, so I had to call a cab. 15 minutes later I arrived to the restaurant.As I crossed the door, they looked at me, checked me out and glared at Yoongi.
RM: You were right.
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