𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

yoongi

AND WHO IS YOUR DATE FOR TONIGHT?

- in which yoongi's manager sets up a deal for you to be yoongi's date to the AMAs

"Min Yoongi is in there?" You question in utter disbelief, apologising with a laugh when your manager scolds you for being too loud. She adjusts her suit with a nod, giving you a quick once over as she parts her pale pink painted lips to speak.

While you're pretty famous yourself, you know for a fact that you simply pale in comparison to the pure talent that he possesses.

"Yes, his manager and I spoke over the phone the other day about an offer they had for you. I knew that you were a big fan of his work so I thought I'd here them out," she explains with a small smile, watching fondly as your features light up, your arms wrapping around her middle as you squeeze tightly.

"Okay, okay," she laughs, somehow managing to pry you off her. "Let's go inside."

Taking a deep breath, you slip your hand onto the door knob and twist it, making sure you have a dazzling smile on your face. Almost immediately, you're greeted by someone who you assume to be his manager, his face flushed as he bows in respect towards you and your manager. You return the respectful gesture with one of your own, politely thanking him for inviting you.

You allow your eyes to scan over the room, your wide orbs immediately landing on Yoongi, his thin lips pulled into a frown as he lowers his head at you in acknowledgment. Your cheeks heat up despite the slight hostility as you, once again, return the gesture.

"Lovely to have you both here," his manager nervously starts, chuckling as he tucks a strand of hair long behind his ear, looking expectantly in between you, the quiet male sitting beside you and your straight faced manager. Yoongi keeps his head low, his dark and curly low hanging hair covering his slim eyes as he sighs, cheeks puffing out cutely.  He feels your gaze on him and flicks it up, narrowing his eyes on you as you sheepishly gulp and look away.

You send your manager a look of helplessness, glancing warily at Yoongi's manager who stands at the front with a lopsided smile.

"Anyway, we brought you two together to discuss an opportunity that will bring both your record sales up, guaranteed," his manager explains, motioning towards a meaningless graph projecting onto the wall. You nod encouragingly, swallowing thickly as the man lifts his head up curiously, eyes wide as he studies every inch of the graph, muttering words you wish you could hear under his breath.

"And what do we have to do?" He asks, his voice holding so much passion despite the question itself being bland. Each word that falls from his mouth strikes a different cord in you and although, these words hold no significant meaning whatsoever, you can't help but feel the raw emotion coming from them.

Perhaps that's what happens when you've been rapping for so long, you wonder to yourself, a small smile tugging your lips up.

"I was hoping you'd ask that," his manager chuckles goofily, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger as he smiles. "Both you, Yoongi, and Y/N are set to be attending the American Music Awards. My plan is to have the both of you go together and boom! Once the photos are up, your names will be everywhere."

Yoongi nods, cautiously looking over at you to catch your reaction. You sit there with a warm smile, having no problem with the plan or its benefits. Your manager seems pretty pleased with it too. His manager stands at the front, smiling proudly at the seemingly positive reaction he's getting.

"We're in," your manager announces, looking at you for confirmation. You offer the table a nod and hold your hand up politely, chuckling when his manager quickly asks you to speak.