Taehyung POV

-flashback-

*extension of the flashback in chapter five*

"You guys are looking really good. Keep up the good work. Suga-ssi, could you stand up all little bit taller? And Jungkook-ssi, could you bend your knees the slightest bit or do something subtle to be a tiny bit closer to Jimin-ssi's height? Oh, and V-ssi, could you relax a little bit more? You seem a bit tense." Her melodic voice breezed through one ear and went straight out the other. What did she just say? Was she talking to me? Did she say that the shoot was almost over? I hope not, I could spend the rest of time admiring her. Why wasn't I listening to what she said? Why was it so hard to pay attention to both her actions and what he was saying? Why is it so hard to be normal and calm right now? Oh, right, she's standing right in front of us and I am hypnotized by her. I've only known her for ten minutes but I already notice little things that are making my heart beat speed up. Why is this happening? What is she doing to me? I don't even know her!

"Hyung, chill, you're super tense. Did you hear the photographer?" Jungkook's hushed voice and slight elbow to the side of my waist were what brought me back to what was actually going on around me. My eyes widened. That must've been what she was talking about before.

"Sorry," I whispered back and glanced at Kook to see that he was back to posing for the camera. After taking a deep breath I attempted to calm myself down but it wasn't working. My hands were getting increasingly clammy, my shoulders continued to stay in their tense position, even my feet couldn't seem to stop moving as I couldn't help but anxiously shuffle them every now and then. 

I wondered if anyone could hear my heart beating its way out of my chest. Another distressed glance around the room led me to meet the beautiful mixture of honey, hazelnut, and cocoa that swirled in the irises of the photographer. My eyes widened and I snapped my eyes away. But not before I saw the slightest dusting of pink, adorning her cheeks. I hoped the amount of makeup I had on had masked the heat that I was felt rising in my own cheeks at the moment.

"Alright, let's take a short break to review the photos to make sure that there are some that we can use. Then we'll start with the individual photos." I took a much-needed sigh of relief as those words came out of her mouth. But my previous feeling returned as soon as I acknowledged that I still had to do the individual shoot.

"Taaaeeeeeehhhhyuuuunnnnngggiiiiiieee, what's going on with you? I've been calling your name for the last few seconds but you were spacing out. Just like you have been ever since the photo shoot started. She must've told you like six times to not be so tense but you never listened." Jimin's voice whined.

Six times!? What? I only heard the one that Jungkook told me!

"Sorry, I'm not feeling so good," I muttered quietly.

"What?! Do we need to go to the hospital? Did you throw up? Do you have a fever? Are you sick? What's Wrong?!" He spouted out question after question. Typical Jimin.

"No, I'm fine it's just because I didn't eat breakfast this morning." I lied. Even though I knew that I didn't eat breakfast due to sleeping a little later than I was supposed to, that wasn't the reason I was acting like this. I felt bad for lying to him but I was too embarrassed to tell him that I was getting flustered by the girl who was taking our photos.

"Dummy, that's cause you didn't get up early enough." He chuckled.

"Alright! We would like to begin the individual section." The assistant who was sitting on a stool said loud enough so that the whole room could hear. Then she named off the order we'd be going in. I was going sixth.

After watching everyone go, it was finally my turn and Suga Hyung was right after.

"V-ssi? Are you alright?" I felt an ice cube blocking my throat, preventing me from responding. I guess that's good because all that would have come out would have probably just have been noncoherent syllables. I repeated her soft, concerned voice in my head, trying to make myself remember what speaking was so that I could respond. But, all that came out was a brief nod of my head and a shaky but hopefully reassuring smile.

As far as I could remember, the next five minutes were nothing but a tense blur of camera shutter sounds and excessive uneasiness. Was she telling me to do something? Did I look relaxed enough? What was going on?

"Okay, that's everyone! Thank you so much for letting me be your photographer today. I wish you all great success with your album." She timidly smiled while announcing the end of the photoshoot. Somehow, I don't remember doing any of this, but apparently, Suga Hyung had finished his shoot and I had changed out of the expensive clothing and accessories. As well as removed the majority of the makeup I had on. We had grabbed all of our things and were ready to make our way back to the car for the next thing on the schedule. 

But for some reason, my feet weren't following the footsteps of the rest of the group. Rather, they were making their way over to the photographer who was putting her camera away. I stared down at the piece of paper in my hand with scribbly letters in blue pen that were close enough to the shape of a phone number. My phone number.

When I got close enough to her, I gently tried to clear my throat.

"Hello, V-ssi, can I help you?" Her elegant voice flooded my ears again and I shakily handed her the piece of paper in my warm hand.

"W-would you like to get coffee with me sometime?" I forced the words out my mouth trying my best to keep them as clear as possible. When I looked up to meet her I eyes, I shyly smiled at the way her cheeks were dusted in the same pink color as before and her eyes shone with surprise.

"I would love to." She timidly replied with a soft smile.

-end of flashback-

Mihyun POV

Why? Why was I helplessly sitting on the floor, in the shower, with tears pouring themselves out of my eyes? Because I still love him. I still love him and he probably doesn't even think about me anymore. Of course, this was something I already knew. But something I didn't know, was how much it would hurt to see him kissing another woman, again. And seemingly in such little pain while I was stuck living in a bubble of sadness and unrequited love that was impossible to pop. 

To add to this, if I had previously made any progress in shrinking the bubble, it was now twice as large as it was in the beginning. I reached up to twist the shower handle off and stood up. A blue towel sat on the counter, folded just where I left it. I picked it up and wrapped it around my shivering body, then turned to the mirror. 

The reflective glass was covered in a thin layer of condensation and my reflection in the mirror was just a blurred circle in the shape of a face. Small beads of water were forming bigger ones that slowly dripped their way down the silver surface until meeting the counter below them. A small circle of the mirror was no longer clouded in fog and I could see one of my eyes. Soon, as I watched the entire time while the sheet of water collected into larger beads and cascaded down the glass, my full reflection was revealed. 

My wet hair was slicked down my back and my shoulders were still littered with drops of water. The blue towel I'd wrapped myself in sat snuggly around my chest while the corner was tucked in. I observed the large dark circles beneath by dreary eyes. The area was made darker by the makeup that had run down my cheeks after I left it on all night. My chapped lips were a dull pink and my nose was runny from the crying.

It was only when the faint buzzing of my phone became acknowledged by my senses that I snapped out of listing scrutinizing criticism of my face and body. A padded over to my phone which was charging on top of my nightstand. The same nightstand that contained countless recollections of what could only be defined as my eutopia.

I answered the call and held the phone gently in my grasp as I brought it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, trying to get rid of all signs of sadness in my voice.

"Hello, Ms. Mihyun. This is Jaemin and I'm just calling to inform you that you've got a last minute shoot today because their previous photographer had to cancel due to an emergency." It was Jaemin, my boss's assistant.
"Okay, that's fine. What are the details?" I asked.

"It's at 3 pm which is about three hours from now and you'll be taking photos of BTS for another album concept." The phone nearly slipped straight out of my hand. Ready to plummet to the ground and shatter into thousands of pieces. Just like me. Why now? Why must it be them? Why must it be him?

"Okay." The word squeezed its way out of my throat and I hung up.

I ripped the top drawer out of the nightstand and gathered the photos in both of my hands. Next thing I knew, my entire floor and bed were littered with photos and my heart ached with want. I wanted what I no longer had. I wanted what was staring straight back at me in hundreds of rectangular pieces of paper.

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