BTS Imagines 2 [REWRITING]

Namjoon ♡ A Date with Jealousy [request]

Published: March 31, 2019
Rewritten: November 13, 2024

Word count: 1,850

Requested by CozmeticRm 💜

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The expensive camera that cost nearly as much as your rent was clutched in your hands and positioned to start snapping photos. BTS had just accepted their award for the title track from their newest album and were headed backstage to the green room. You waited patiently, but they never came by, so you started heading down the backstage hallways in search of seven handsome men. You rounded a corner, intent on continuing your search when suddenly you bumped into someone. The camera fell from your hands, clattering to the tile floor and making you wince, silently hoping it wasn't damaged. You and the stranger both bent down to retrieve the fallen device, your hands grabbing it at the same time, standing back up together. You finally lifted your gaze to see who you'd bumped into, the air leaving your lungs when your eyes met with the sharp brown ones of none other than Kim Namjoon.
Your face heated up just looking at him, your first thought being that he was even more stunning in person. Profuse apologies immediately started tumbling from your lips.

"I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz."
"It's okay." He smiled warmly, his friendly aura making you feel a little more at ease despite him being a worldwide famous idol.
He glanced down at the lanyard around your neck, taking notice of the camera. "Do you work here?"
"No. I'm an amateur photographer and my friend was able to get me VIP access to this event. She's a host on a variety show and was able to pull some strings for me."
"Ah." He smiled. "Is your camera alright?"
"I hope so." You examined it for scratches, turning it on, thankful to see that it worked just fine.
"Okay." You sighed out in relief. "Thank goodness because this was expensive."
"I like your shoes." He complimented suddenly.
"Oh, thanks. They're new. I've been making a decent amount of money with my photography here lately and figured I'd treat myself." You smiled.
Namjoon flashed a dimpled grin, biting his lip in a charming manner, causing your heart to do front flips in your chest. You were so distracted that you didn't notice the rest of the group pass by and head into their dressing room.

"Crap." You hissed out under your breath after coming to the realization that you missed your chance.
"What is it?"
"I was supposed to get pictures of you guys on your way to your dressing room, but I missed it. The rest of your group just walked by."
"Then come to the dressing room. You can take pictures there."
Your brows shot up in surprise. "That's very kind, but I have to decline. You guys need your privacy."
"You have my permission. We don't mind. Plus, I made you drop your camera. It's the least I can do."
"You didn't make me drop it. That was all me."
"Please. Just come in the dressing room and get the pictures. It might be your only opportunity."
His insistence made you pause and consider it for a moment before giving in. He was probably right and it seemed like he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Thank you."
You reached the dressing room shortly and went to open the door.
"Wait." Namjoon spoke up, halting your actions.
"Yes?"
"I'll let you get the pictures you need... if you give me your number first."
"You—"
He smirked proudly and leaned against the doorframe.
"Okay." You held back a grin. "Deal."