The Meeting 5

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Jimin's POV

When she enters the room, I am taken aback by her beauty. Even though she is dressed simply, she is really attractive in my eyes. I have met many girls before, entranced by many of them. I guess I have always been a flirt on the inside, even if I was quite shy back in school. I was always told to focus on work, and so I did, a maths prodigy and at the top of my dance school. I was so focused I almost never had time to think about girls and relationships.

As an idol, it may be difficult to date with so many crazed fans, but casual flirting was able to come to me naturally, something that seemed to grow with my confidence. My later teenage years finally saw me talking to girls, dreaming of going out with a special someone. After a couple of years in the industry, I accepted that a longterm relationship with someone I love and can settle down with is just so far away. 

I look back up at y/n, wondering what is different about her. It doesn't make any sense. I don't understand. These stupid feelings that have been stirred into motion are simply in my way. How am I supposed to focus? It is not like y/n is that unique, she has long hair, pretty eyes and a slight accent to her Korean from being a foreigner. Yet, it feels like she is a breath of fresh air, a future, someone who will add meaning to my life once more.  

Shouting a greeting, y/n scans the room and I can't help but love the split second that her direct attention is on me. I crave her attention more than I thought possible. I feel like a teenager again, watching girls in my class from afar, vying for their attention; but never making a move. Here is my opportunity for my dreams to come true. 

"Come sit next to me." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself, so I pat the empty space between me and Taehyung hopefully, pulse racing with embarrassment at my hastiness. To my delight, she nods and walks over swiftly, tripping lightly over a jacket, abandoned on the floor by one of us.

The longer I am close to her, the more I am bothered by the sweet scent from her perfume. Y/n is enticing me, hurting my pride and ego. It has been a while since I have felt my heart skip a beat so easily. However, with my four hyungs, Tae and Jungkook here, I know I have to resist her. 

My gaze wanders over to the maknae, whose eyes seem to be glued to y/n. The boy I know so well is now a man and yet, he is so easily mystified by girls. I suppose I'm no different. He seems uncomfortable, I know that stance so well, the bouncing leg, the tongue in cheek, the dark look in his eyes. Jungkook is jealous. All sorts of evil things run through my head after this realisation, the different ways I could annoy Jungkook until breaking point. (Note: Jimin is a Slytherin lol). 

I don't want to be mean, well, not necessarily, I just want to have some fun. After all, what harm can come of this friendly rivalry? Y/n is just a fan that we picked up today to talk to after a shared interest. Surely we can make some of this. What is the point of reading a story without a plot twist?

When the time comes, I take action. Y/n had just sung. Her voice had wavered and a few notes had cracked, but she wasn't hopeless. I recognise the insecurity in her posture, the certain slump to the shoulders that signals some internal defeat. 

So, as naturally as possible, I rub y/n's back soothingly, my fingers tracing circles onto her clothed skin. I can feel Jungkook's piercing gaze land on me, accusing me of touching what is his. She isn't his, not yet. I still have a chance, but so does everyone else.

As I rub her back, I feel y/n relax into me. The establishment of a trust in me made me blush slightly as I realise that I have been thinking of y/n as an object in the past few minutes, a prize to win. I take a cautious glance at her face, her honest, open face, and curse myself for having ever thought of her in that way. 

I can tell that she is a little out of it right now, probably thinking everything over in her head. What a weird situation she has been put in. I almost smirk with the thought of being in her place. How would I feel? What would I do? Come to think of it, how has she remained this calm so far? 

Her intense thought gives me a moment to stare at her, admiring the uneven proportions of her face, her kind eyes, her small, nice-shaped nose, her full and painted lips. These things are attractive to me, and I don't know why. There isn't anything particularly distinct about her features and I can't say I am attracted to her personality, I hardly know her. 

Jungkook's POV

When the other members mob y/n, I feel somehow left out. I feel like a child, left alone on the playground, rejected by the other kids who were running around me, seemingly oblivious to my pain and frustration, well, that or just not caring for feelings right at this moment in time. 

My rationality has been robbed by the girl sitting on the sofa in my hotel room being questioned by five other guys. Namjoon also sits on the sidelines, his questioning finished. He seems to be in deep thought and I wonder for a split second whether he also understands the way I feel.

I imagine y/n as Juliet and I as Romeo and then curse myself for my naivety about girls and love. I guess I have not had much experience with feelings of romantic love. Taken from society at a young age to live a life in the limelight has some consequences. And just like Romeo, I can feel this silly crush foreshadowing something that could destroy me. 

My ears prick when I hear someone ask about y/n's singing. Curiosity takes over me and I lean forward to hear y/n better. As she sings, my heart beats meaningfully. She isn't hitting all the notes perfectly and she seems nervous, understandably, but the passion, the emotion is there. Her voice is beautifully raw and emotional. Perhaps, if y/n practised enough, she would be able to sing properly, dueting with me on quiet nights back at home.

Although I try desperately to keep my eyes off y/n, I find myself fixated on her. Witnessing her self-esteem crumble before my eyes, I have to say something. "We can teach you." The words blurt out of my face and hang in the air, heavy like metal in the atmosphere and my heart almost stops beating when y/n turns in my direction. "You think so?" The obvious uncertainty in her voice is almost heart-breaking, but I don't want the other members to notice my idiotic attachment to this girl. "Sure I do," I say cooly, before breaking eye contact, embarrassed. Why does this girl drive me so crazy?

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Author's Note

Thank you so much for over 200 reads! I really appreciate it! I have my storyline planned out now, so you guys don't need to worry about an unfinished fanfic. I know there isn't much drama at the moment, buuutt, I have plenty of drama planned. Please hang in there! And if you enjoy my fanfic, please do be sure to vote and comment! Until the next update! 💜

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