Out of Breath // pjm.

XXII / SNS

The next two days on location I dressed like I were an eskimo. I wore three thick layers of clothing to avoid freezing my ass off and also Park Jimin's overly generous heat transfer techniques. I went out with Jaehyun again and it had been nice. He was smart and sweet and spending time with him was easy and friendly. He did hit on me a whole lot and I enjoyed it, too, hoping that maybe meeting him would rid me of the feelings I felt around Jimin.

"So, the BTS members, are they nice?" he asked, sipping his bubble tea as we walked leisurely at Oval Park.

I smiled, "they are. They're so hardworking and humble."

"Are you friends with them?"

I looked up at him.

"Yeah, sorta. It just happens, you know. Considering how closely we work and how much we work."

"Because of how much time you spend in the company?"

"Umm hmm," I sipped my green tea, "and if everyone's nice, they're all nice, you become friends," I laughed.

He chuckled, "that's nice, I suppose. Who is your favorite?"

"As a friend or as a bias?"

"It's different?" he smiled.

"Yeah, definitely."

"Then both."

"Umm... I can't choose as people," I shook my head, "they're all great in such different ways. But my closest friend is Taehyung."

"The number 1 face in the world?" he gasped.

I laughed.

"And my bias... has to be Min Yoongi. I admire him," I nodded.

"Oh, great," he rolled his head, "so you like literally the most beautiful man on earth and a whole ass genius. I can't compete with them."

It's neither of them you're competing with.

He then went on to ask me about each of the boys and I tried to answer to the best of my abilities. I seemed to stutter when it came down to Jimin, and Jaehyun noticed my unease. He asked if I didn't get along with him and I shook my head not wanting to reveal any secrets. Maybe 6 months ago.

I simply stated that he was the hardest to understand, which for me, was true. Jaehyun suspected there was more to it but didn't push it and so began my barrage of questions for his workplace.

It was the third scheduled day in the cold outskirts of Incheon when the video from the previous week's backstage interviews dropped. Although my face was covered in the entirety of the airport media videos, my very visible presence in Jin and Hoseok's backstage interviews helped most people make the connection as to who I was. I stood in front of Jungkook, fixing his hair, when Taehyung came up to me to show me something on his phone. It was a 4 second clip of Taehyung and I dancing around in the background of Namjoon's interview.

"Oh shit," I laughed with him.

Looking at the interview videos, I was clearly there, doing my job behind Jimin and Jin. A lot of comments pointed out that I was the girl from the airport video- the watchers could tell from my frame. It didn't take some too long to find my social media either. I read some posts about how people thought the Bighit employees seemed like a family. I smiled warmly at my screen.

To think I've been wanting to run.

I scrolled further through my social media accounts, glancing through the feeds as I ate an apple and sat by a heater in the staff tent. I felt a prick in my mouth and groaned, tossing my apple as I saw blood, glancing at my phone as it happened.

My eyes fell on a hazy-looking post by Transmit, one of the leading media outlets, that seemed to be all over my explore page.

My breathing thickened as the post took over my phone screen, displaying a series of blurry paparazzi shots of a male and female.

They held hands in one, one had his arm around her shoulder. Another showed her outside my workplace, and yet another where they sat, all covered up, in a private café.

'Is Park Jimin dating B3 trainee Moon Hana?'

Most comments argued about if the mostly-covered man clad in the big chunky jacket was indeed Park Jimin or not.

I felt my heart squeeze.

It's him.

I recognized the jacket. It had been on me on several occasions.

This is why I've been wanting to run.