BTS Imagine

Suga

imagine befriending bts on a plane and suga doesn't trust you and is cold towards you

y/n pov:
i am boarding to first class. i'm heading to south korea for my new job.
big hit hired me as a new makeup artist. they told me not to tell anyone that i'm working there. so i've been staying quiet.
i sit down and this guy sits by me. i smile at him and he smiles back.
"hi, i'm namjoon," the guy speaks in english. hmm i guess he is fluent.
"hello, i'm y/n" i say back to him in english
"do you speak korean?" he asked in english
"yes" i said back to him in korean.
he smiles at me.
"why are you going to korea?" he asks
"a job"
he nods and looks at me confused
"yes?" i ask him.
"you don't know who i am?"
i look at him confused.
"um no.. i don't "
he nods but smiles
odd.
"hyunggg! taehyung won't let me have banana milk." this boy says from behind us
"jungkook, you can have banana milk when we land"
he gives a pout and looks at me.
"who's that?" he asks
"i'm y/n. i'm assuming that you're jungkook?"
he nods and looks at namjoon
"she doesn't know who we are"
he nods quickly and smiles back at me
again, odd.
namjoon starts pointing out his friends.

- skip to landing-

"well it was nice meeting you" i smile to namjoon as i grab my bag.
"we should stay in contact" he says to me.
" if you-"
"are you stupid namjoon. she could out us." a new voice interrupts me.
"yoongi. she doesn't know who we are" namjoon says back
"are you sure? or how about when she does know? what will happen then?"
i get the feeling that i am not wanted, so i bow to namjoon and head outside for a taxi.

i go to my new house and put the boxes in. i then get some rest since tomorrow is a new day.

-skip to morning-

i wake up and get ready for work. i rented a car last night, so i drove to big hit and walked in.
i walked to the front desk.
"hello ma'am, i'm l/n f/n, i am a new makeup artist for.."
"bts" she says for me. i smile and she walks me to where i need to go. i walk in a room and notice that it's the boys i've met on the plane.
ohhhhh, that's why they were being weird. dang, i should've looked them up.
namjoon looks at me shocked, so does yoongi. i smile at them.
"hi, i'm y/n.. your new makeup artist"
"hello, i'm namjoon.. but we've met.. um i'm the leader of bts"
"i'm seokjin, the oldest and world wide handsome "
" i'm yoongi, or suga"
"i'm hoseok, but you can call me hobi"
"i'm jimin"
"i'm taehyung, but you can call me tae."
"i'm jungkook"
i smile at the boys.
"did you get your banana milk?" i ask jungkook. he blushes and nods quickly.
i smile and set my bag down.
namjoon walks up to me, yoongi following
"you didn't tell me you would be working here" namjoon said.
"big hit told me not to tell anyone" i said.
"so i guess we would've stayed in contact, huh?" he smiles kindly at me.
i smile back, "small world."
he walks away because the maknaes were playing around.
"i'm sorry. i was an ass. we are a big band and i will protect them no matter what." yoongi says to me.
"it's okay man, no need to apologize" i say back.
i smile at what he said. he protects his band mates.
"i'm willing to become friends with you, if you won't pull acts like the last makeup artist" he says.
" well whatever she did, it got me here"
he smirks at what i said and i smile.
even though my heart is beating like crazy on the inside.

if only i knew this was a start of a relationship.