Polaroid // PJM

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The two girls sat in their shared hotel room, having a small talk. Eun sat on one of the two beds, a nail polish brush held in one hand while the other was still as she painted her nails in a light shade of cashmere. Nara sat opposite her on the same bed, a phone in hand, scrolling through her contact list.

She stopped by the name she wanted to call, looking at Eun another time, she spoke,

"I see you really like Jimin,"

 "Yes," Eun replied absentmindedly.

"You know we're leaving in a week, Eun," the taller spoke watching her friend's facial expressions intently.

Eun stopped moving, sadness evident on her face, "yes."

The later's eyes turned gentle, breaking in the information slowly to her, ensuring she knew the consequences of her actions. Being her closest friend came with the cost of seeing her vulnerability and most damaged side, even if she couldn't help.

"I just don't want you to get attached," Nara spoke softly, fearing for her only friend, "it'll hurt, a lot."

"I know," she took in a deep breath, "but I still want to see him," she continued brushing soft strokes against her nails.

"I'll have to tell him, I will go see him today."

Nara sat up straight giving her full attention towards Eun, she set her phone aside, the screen showing a name she was about to bring up.

"And what about Taehyung?"

"What about him?" Eun left the polish bottle, sighing in annoyance, knowing where the conversation was going.

"You have to go meet him today at the restaurant."

"Can't you go instead? Please!" Eun clapped her hands begging the other to let her off the hook.

"I saw him at the restaurant a couple of days ago, it's your dad's orders," the elder spoke up glancing at her friend, "c'mon, you guys were like glue growing up."

"I know, I still like him but we just," Eun looked down, thinking of the right words to use, "we grew up, we changed that's all and I want to hang out with Jimin."

"You know what your dad is like, if he knows of Jimin, you're dead, now get ready," Nara picked her phone up again and set it to her ear, "Hello, Taehyung."

The brunette dragged her feet to the wardrobe mumbling about how much she didn't want to go, that was til she got an idea.

Sneakingly, Eun took her phone and dashed to the bathroom, hints of mischievousness in her eyes.

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The lady walked into the restaurant, confident vibes surrounding her, she headed to the stern-faced receptionist who smiled as he saw her,

"How may I help you, ma'am?" the man smiled politely, professionalism mixed in his words.

"I'm looking for Kim Taehyung, tell him Ms Kim Eun is here," Eun talked sternly to the worker, which was a once in a full moon sight.

The man was taken aback, he knew from the tone of her voice that she knew his boss, a close friend, he thought, so he settled upon treating her nicely, to play smart was much safer than to get on his boss's bad side.

"EUN!" a deep voice called out from the centre of the restaurant, followed by a brown-haired, sharp-featured, tall man running to the check-in desk. His actions completely contradicting his stony looks.

Eun found herself automatically smiling before getting crashed into an enveloping hug, "I missed you a ton!"

Eun patted his back awkwardly tapping away the attention, "yea, so did I." 

"Come over to my office over there," he spoke with a smile never leaving his face, pulling her along.

"Of course, Taehyung, you don't mind if I bring someone, do you?" she gave a toothless smile.

"No, I don't," the said man grinned, "anyone my sweet Eun loves, is instinctively loved by me," 

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The blonde stepped into the restaurant, the conditioned air hitting his face with nostalgia, the same frowning receptionist standing, and the same sweaty palms but this time there was no Hoseok to hide behind or Jungkook clinging onto his shirt or Namjoon to save him. He was completely alone in a foreign society, isolated.

"E-excuse me, is Ms Eun here?" Jimin stuttered on his words, he didn't want to walk into the very same restaurant again. He checked the text Eun sent him with the address attached, leading him to that cursed restaurant.

"Please, wait a moment," the receptionist head to an office behind and Jimin prayed he wouldn't remember him.

Returning a few moments later which felt like hours to Jimin who had a constant feeling of being belittled as if he were an ant under a microscope, the worker led him to the same office he walked into.

Jimin walked in warily behind the receptionist, he first saw a well furnitured room, with brown and maroon making up the most colours, a strong wooden empty desk and a few couches and chairs scattered around. 

His eyes froze at one of the couches on which sat his beloved, Eun and a strange man, sitting very closely to her, holding her hand in his and looking at her with longing in his eyes, his heart froze and his breath hitched.

Eun stood up and so did the man, mimicking her actions. 

"Hey, Jimin, I'm glad you're here," she beamed, "this is Taehyung, the owner of this restaurant."

"Taehyung, this is Jimin I told you about."

Both men shook hands, grimacing at one another. Taehyung's eyes that were once soft seeing Eun were now daggers slicing through Jimin's.

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