Camera's flashed, and reporters yelled out their questions. Now, even walking to the gym was torture. Reporters followed you to the gym, and your location had been exposed a day ago, after the attack in your home.

Taehyung tried inquiring about the man that invaded your home, but the police kept shunning him away, saying that the man had his lips pursed. Jimin turned up at 7 a.m the next day after he saw the news, insisting that he walked you to the gym.

And that's the situation you were in now. Reporters crowded the three of you, and Jimin stops abruptly, turning around to them.

"Can you please just leave us alone?"
He says through gritted teeth, and the reporters go silent for a moment.

"Do you have any idea who attacked you, Ms. Jeon?"

"How did it feel to be suspended for a week?"

"Do you think you are at fault in the current situation?"

"What is your relationship with-"

Jimin and Taehyung take you by the hand, breaking out in a sprint to the gym alley. A small smile spreads across your face as the three of you run down the road.

You look back to see the reporters charging after you with their cameras and equipment dangling off them.
The three of you barge into the gym, and Coach Zhang screeches.

"AAHH WHAT THE F-"
He cuts himself off when he sees the three of you standing in the gym, panting and looking just as bewildered as him.

"Are you insane? You scared the Heebie-jeebies out of me, you little twits!"
He yells, hitting Taehyung and Jimin on the back of their heads. He approaches you to do the same, but moves away immediately.

You smirk.
"I wouldn't hit a woman."
He grumbles, walking away and slamming his office door shut.
Jimin's eyes scan the place, and he nods.
"Nice place. I'll come here often."

"Please, we don't need you here."
Taehyung says, glaring at him.
"Why not?"
You ask Taehyung, eyebrows furrowed. He gapes at you with wide eyes.

"Y/N! I thought we were on the same team."
He whisper yells and you giggle.
"You can come here as often as you like, Jimin."
You say with a sigh, raising your hand to flick his forehead. His arm snaps up, grabbing your wrist.

"I'm not falling for that again."
He says in a low voice, staring down at you playfully. His eyes glinted in the dim light, and your heart jumps into your throat at the sight. He lets go of your hand, and a cold absence takes the place where his warm hand once was.

"Mr. Park, please go back to your institute! My trainees will be here any moment and there'll be a ruckus if they see you."
Coach Zhang yells from inside, and Jimin chuckles, yelling back.

"Ok, I'll get going!"
He looks back down at you before leaving. Your stomach twists under his gaze and he parts his plump lips to speak.

"Don't be so reckless, Titanium."
He raises his arm, flicking your forehead and swiftly walking out of the gym with his leather jacket swinging behind him. You release the breath you didn't know you were holding as the door shuts, and you turn to Taehyung, exasperated.

"What was that about?"
Taehyung asks, not bothering to maintain eye contact as he turns around abruptly, walking to his treadmill.

What is wrong with everyone today?

You roll your eyes, beginning your usual training for the day.

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Taehyung stares at you silently, while running on his treadmill. Your calm, focused composition held so many emotions beneath you, and you pummeled at the boxing bag continuously.

Your prominent abs begin to show as your abdomen contracts with every hit to the bag, and your firm muscles on your arms tense.

A blaring heat crawls up his body until it reaches his cheeks, as his eyes watch your every move and he knew it wasn't due to his running. He stops for a moment, tearing his eyes away from you as he sits down.

He leans back against the wall, moving his wet hair out of the way.
"Y/N!"
He calls, and you hum.
"Can you get my water bottle, please?"
You groan and your punches die down.

You fling his water bottle over to him, and he catches it in a swift move, bringing the tip to his lips. You freeze in your place, as his red lips wrap around the opening with his sweaty neck on display. His Adam's Apple bobs up and down with each gulp taken.

Holy crap...

No. Look away, look away, you're probably drooling and gaping at him like a wide-eyed idiot.

You finally manage to look away, your back facing him till your ragged breaths begin to calm down.

Focus.

A playful smirks spreads across Taehyung's face as he stares at your flustered self. A thought pops into his mind and he looks at the time.

5:12 p.m

He grins, pushing himself up off the ground. He opens his mouth to speak, but instead, another voice pierces his ears.

"Y/N!"
Both of you turn to the source of the voice.
"Hey Jimin!"
You smile, wiping the sweat off your forehead. Taehyung droops his head, tapping his foot against the ground in annoyance.

"You're allowed to go after 5, right?"
Jimin clarifies, running a hand through his hair with a shy grin on his face. You nod, packing up your things.

"So, uh.. I was wondering if you wanted to go out somewhere for dinner?"
You stare at him, bewildered as your mind scrambles to form a sentence.
"Oh, uh... Well, I think um... I don't-..."

His eyes stay on your flustered form, glinting playfully under the light.

Get a grip!

"Sure."
Was all you managed to say, and Jimin bounces on his feet a little, trying not to seem overly happy.
"Great, I'll pick you up at 7."
You rock back and forth on your feet, as he boops your nose before leaving.

A bubbly feeling erupts in your chest, as you stare down at your feet with your hands in your pockets, a smile unknowingly playing across your face.

Taehyung grits his teeth, as he hastily packs his things. A single thought remained in his mind as he left.

I guess Jimin beat me to it... for now.

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"What?!"
The three people on the end of the line screech.
"He asked you out on a date?!"
Jin squeaks, and you groan.
"Guys! It's not a date! He's just asked me out for dinner."
"Bitch, that's as good as a date. I'm coming over right now."
Jin replies sassily, and you hear other lower voices in the background.
"Count us in too!"

Without waiting for a reply, the line ends and in 10 minutes, three anxious and excited men storm through your door.
You hug Jin, Yoongi, and Namjoon when Jin places his hand on your shoulder as his eyes travel your attire in disgust.

"Don't worry babe, I'll fix you."
He says dramatically before throwing open your closet door.
"Hey!"
You whine at the intrusion of privacy and you hear Namjoon and Yoongi snicker.

"Why are you guys even here?"
You pout, hitting their shoulders.
"Moral support."
Namjoon says, flicking your forehead.
You walk back into your room to find your entire closet emptied onto the floor.

Jin stands beside, with his hands on his hips and a disappointed and frustrated expression.
"Who buys you clothes?"
He asks impatiently.
"I do."
You reply with furrowed eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, but that room is horrendous and it takes me back to the time I picked out clothes from my grandmother's closet."

"That's a little too extreme."
You say, glaring at him playfully.
He pinches his nose bridge, closing his eyes.
"Well, because I have nothing to work with, we're going shopping!"
He claps his hands, striding out of the room.

"Boys, we're going shopping."
He snaps at them, and they fist bump the air.
"I don't get why y'all are so excited about this. It's just a dinner."
"Y/N, trust me. When a man asks you out to dinner, it's a date."
Yoongi says, as they get into Jin's car.

You nibble on your lower lip as the shop lights whizz past you.

A date?

I'm not sure about what I feel for Jimin. Neither about what he feels for me.

I hope I'm making the right decision.

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"Jin, are you crazy?! This place is so expensive!"
You whisper yell.
"Who cares? If a girl needs it, she gets it."
He snaps, gliding his hand down the different outfits.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you look through it.

Dickhead✨: Wear something fancy.

"Great! More money to waste."
You groan, and Jin turns to you with raised eyebrows.
"What?"
You hold your phone up to him, and Namjoon and Yoongi coo from the side while Jin brings his hand to his chest.

"I like him already."
Jin says, and your palm collides with your forehead as the three men giggle and pinch your cheeks.
"I'm going to make you look glamorous. What's your favourite colour?"
"Black."
You reply with no hesitation.
"Wonderful!"
Jin says, picking out two medium length dresses.

Your face contorts as you examine the dress.
"Not my style."
Jin's jaw drops open, and he smacks you.
"How dare you! My choices are perfect and I will not take 'no' for an answer. Into the dressing room, now."

He points to the dressing room as Namjoon and Yoongi make themselves comfortable on the couch.

You slip on the dress and look at yourself in the mirror.

The black fabric clung to your body and a slit on your side travelled to an open back. It travelled to your knees and you nibble on your lower lip, eyeing your new look.

You walk out of the dressing room, and the three men on the couch gaze up at you.

Namjoon whistles, and you giggle. Jin shakes his head with a sigh.

"It's not it."
Yoongi looks at Jin.
"Really? I think she looks great."
"Shush, Yoongi."
Jin snaps, and Yoongi rolls his eyes, leaning into the couch and closing his eyes to sleep.

You scurry into the dressing room once more, trying on the next dress. A sense of excitement and nervousness bubbled under your skin, and a large smile spreads across your face at your reflection with the next dress.

I like this one..

You walk into the room, and Jin stands up immediately, his hands clasped together.
"Perfect!"
He exclaims, eyes travelling up and down your body.

"Damn, you're hot."
Namjoon says, staring at you.
"Yoongi?"
You ask expectantly, twirling around and he peels an eye open.
"Jin's the man."
He mutters loud enough for everyone to hear and Namjoon pinches his arm.

He groans, looking at you.
"Yes, you look great."
You smile, bending down to hug him and place a kiss on his cheek as his face erupts in a blush.
Everyone laughs at his reaction, and Jin sighs.

"Where is he taking you?"
"I don't know, he said he'll pick me up at 7."
The three men sit up straight immediately.
"7?! It's 6:15 already and we haven't done your hair or makeup yet!"
Jin screeches, scrambling around the place.

After buying the dress in a hurry, Jin picks out a pair of flats for you and rushes into the next shop.
"It's date night and we're running short on time. I need smokey highlights for the makeup and curled hair. Understood?"

The man nods his head vigorously, and everyone rushes you into the parlor.

Goodness, is this what dating will feel like?

If it is, then I'm becoming increasingly unsure about this whole charade.

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You nervously sit in your apartment living room with Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung, waiting for Jimin. You clasp your sweaty palms and smooth out your dress.

Jin looks at the time on his watch.

7:05 p.m

"He's running late. If he stands you up anymore, I swear I'll-"
You place a hand on his shoulder with a sigh.
"He's not the punctual type, but he'll make it."
"He better."
Jin grumbles, folding his hands.

As if right on cue, a sharp knock is heard on the door and everyone jumps to their feet. Taehyung opens the door swiftly, and there's silence from the other side for a moment.

"Y/N?"
A higher voice is heard from outside, and you make your way to entrance.

There stood Jimin, clad in a chiseled black suit and silver dyed hair. A tie ran down his chest as his white shirt clung tightly to his form, the contours of his abs clearly bulging from beneath.

"H-hi."
Was all you managed to say, and Jimin seemed to be frozen too. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as his eyes travelled your sleek black dress and perfectly curled hair that rested on your shoulders.

Your makeup accentuated different features of your face, making you look more different and prettier than before.

Taehyung painfully watched as the two of you gazed at each other, and he clicked his tongue.

"Go already!"
He exclaims, lightly pushing you out the door before stepping behind the others.

"Have a good night!"
Jin says cheerily with his hands clasped in front of his chest as they wave to you.

You silently walk beside Jimin, and he glances at you multiple times, still bewildered from the difference between your usual attire and now.

With a single hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his thigh, he looks to you.
"You look... different."
He held back on certain words, not wanting to go into anything too fast.

You laugh nervously, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
"Is that a compliment?"
His cheeks turn a bright shade of red as he focuses back on the road, his plump lips parting to reply.
"Y-yes. You're much... p-prettier this way. To be honest, you're pretty in any way."

He says, his voice fading with every word, his sudden shy demeanor restricting his words. Your heart skips a beat, as you look out the window to escape his tempting features.

Oh my goodness, calm down Y/N. He can probably hear your heart from there.

"You too. You're... surprisingly m-manlier that I thought."
You blurt out, kicking yourself internally after.

What the fuck does that mean?! Manlier?! Great, this is more embarrassing than I thought.

Jimin looks over at you, amused.
"Manlier?"
You stammer in an attempt to save yourself before he erupts in a fit of giggles, his forehead leaning on the steering wheel for a few seconds.

Save me.

You purse your lips and hide your red face in your hands in embarrassment.
"This is all a little new for me."
Your muffled voice reaches him, and his laughter dies down.

"This is new for me too."
He says softly, and you look outside the window to prevent any further embarrassing situations. The entire ride is silent, and confusion storms your brain as you see the 'Seoul' sign pass by your vision.

"Jimin, where are we going?"
You ask, snapping your head towards him to see him staring ahead with a smirk on his face. The moonlight now shines directly onto his pale skin, his red lips parting to speak.
"I hope you've brought extra clothes, Y/N. Because I'll be stealing you for a couple of days."

A/N: Extra long special chapter for hitting 1K readers!!

Ily guys ✋💜
See you in the next chp!

Yours hoefully,
👅Kim