Sophia

ꜱᴇʀᴇɴᴅɪᴘɪᴛʏ

[pipospi]

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀꜰꜰ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ - ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔⁀➴ Idol!Jungkook x fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒⁀➴ Jungkook x reader, slowburn, strangers to something..? Very story based!! Has a plot. The book has a slow start so bare with!

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠⁀➴ swearing, mature content, mention of alcohol, mentions of sexual content

.ᐟ.ᐟThis book contains oc's.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵.⁠♡

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘰. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦/𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 - 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘭'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴⁀➴

The echoing ringing sound of your alarm ripped you from your sleep.

With a tired groan, you blindly reached across the bedside table until your fingers wrapped around your phone. You squinted at the screen, the harsh blue light making your eyes sting as you held it only a few centimetres from your face.

"Argh... fuck." You let your head fall back against the pillow for a moment. It was far too comfortable to leave, but unfortunately the day wasn't going to wait for you.

Today was the day.

With another reluctant sigh, you forced yourself to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as reality slowly settled in.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't absolutely shitting yourself.

Of course you were.

But nobody else needed to know that.

As far as everyone around you was concerned, you were calm and collected. You wanted to come across as professional, as if this was just another job, another day at work. You wanted people to believe you belonged there, that working alongside some of the biggest names in music didn't affect you in the slightest.

Oh but boy what an act it was.

Because truthfully...you were completely losing it.

Every thought that entered your head seemed to repeat itself on an endless loop, louder each time.

I'm about to work for the biggest boy band in the world right now

The sentence echoed through your mind over and over again, refusing to leave. No matter how many deep breaths you took or how many times you reminded yourself to stay calm, your heart continued to pound against your ribs.

You quickly rushed to the bathroom. You made sure to brush your teeth for twice as long and twice as hard. Moisturised once... let it dry, and slapped on another coat before getting ready to tackle your makeup.

You where overthinking EVERYTHING. Not even knowing what makeup look to do for the day. You didn't want to seem too overwhelming, maybe they'd think your trying too hard and oh my god that would be humiliating.. You chuckled in embarrassment as the image weaved around your head, before shaking the thought away and defusing to do something natural, but still something ti make you stand out... it was bts after all.. and you did want to look good...

Right now you based in a hotel in the middle of Seoul. You weren't unfamiliar to the city, actually you knew it pretty well. You moved to Korea years ago now, when you decided you wanted to explore more of the outside world and get away from the small towns that the UK had to deliver.

It was breathtaking.

You knew about the controversy Korea faces, about if it was wise for a European to move to Asia. But none of that bothered you. You where set on living life the way you intended to. And no one and nothing was going to stop that.

Life here was different, yes, but that was the reason you wanted to leave. To see more of what this cursed world had to offer.

Learning Korean was something else. It took years and years to finally able to have a stable conversation in that language. You'd be lying if you would say that you didn't still sometimes struggle.

༻✦༺

You slowly and gently placed your hair brush down onto the bathroom counter as you couldn't help but grin at the girl In the reflection staring right back at you

"Wow this really was all me" The emotional thoughts swirled back into your mind, but this time you didn't try push them away. You just let them sink.. just for a small while.

"Oh- Hana” You exclaimed to your phone before even actually picking it up.

Ha-na was the closest friend you’d ever had. You’d met her at university, where you’d both been studying the same course, and the two of you had ended up as roommates for all the years you spent there. Luckily, you got along so well that when graduation came around, you’d suggested the two of you keep living together. She’d agreed without hesitation.

And now, the pair of you lived in an apartment a little way outside Seoul.

"Hey, what's up?" you answered, struggling to balance your phone between your ear and shoulder as you slipped your rings onto your fingers.

"GIRLLLL!" Ha-Na's shriek blasted through the speaker the second you picked up, making you instinctively pull the phone away from your ear.

"Today's the day!" she squealed. "Oh my God, Y/n, I don't think I've ever been this excited for someone else in my entire life!"

A laugh escaped your lips as you continued getting ready, clipping your earrings in before scanning your room for the necklace that had somehow vanished overnight.

"You're calling me just to tell me that?" you teased, dropping to your knees as a glint of silver caught your eye beneath the edge of your bed. "You nearly burst my eardrum."

"Hello? Of course I am!" Ha-Na replied dramatically. "This is a massive deal! Don't sit there acting all nonchalant."

"I'm not acting nonchalant."

"Y/n."

Her serious voice amused you slightly, "...Maybe a little." You fished your necklace out from under the bed and fastened it around your neck, checking your reflection in the mirror.

"I'm just trying to be professorial about this situation okay? Imagine their reaction if i came in acting like one of their crazy army's?"

Ha-Na chuckled down the phone. "I don't think you could ever be as bad as they are.."

"...Yeah."

Shaking your head with a laugh, you picked up your bag from beside the door. "I should probably leave before I end up being late."

Ha-Na gasped dramatically.

"Yes! Go! And the second you're done today, I expect a full debrief."

"Of course" You rolled your eyes at your best friend. Even though she wasn't able to see.

"A very detailed one. I want everything. Who you met first, what everyone was wearing, what the building looks like, if Namjoon is actually that tall, if Jungkook smiles at you—"

"Oh my God." You cut the girl off

"What? These are important questions!"

"This is literally what NDA's are for." You sighed dramatically, but a smile spread widely onto your face.

Still laughing, you slipped your shoes on and reached for your keys."I'll call you later."

"You'd better." She shouted on the other end.

"I will."

"And Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"...You're going to be amazing."

You couldn't help but nearly tear up from the words of your bestfriend. This was about to be an overwhelming day.

"Thanks, Ha-Na."

You hung up the phone and fortunately for you, luck was at your side. A notification from an unknown number had just texted you,

ɴᴏᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

"ʜᴇʟʟᴏ,ᴘʟᴡᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴇɴᴛʀᴇɴᴄᴇ , ᴀ ᴛᴀxɪ ɪꜱ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ.

A rush of adrenaline crept through you once again. But you knew this was just a job, you where just a staff member.

ᴛᴀɢꜱ⁀➴

[pipospi]

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀꜰꜰ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ - ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ-𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔⁀➴ Idol!Jungkook x fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒⁀➴ Jungkook x reader, slowburn, strangers to something..? Very story based!! Has a plot. The book has a slow start so bare with!

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠⁀➴ swearing, mature content, mention of alcohol, mentions of sexual content

.ᐟ.ᐟThis book contains oc's.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦.♡

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘰. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 - 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦⁀➴

After a solid half an hour of devouring your food and endlessly dooming on TikTok, you returned your tray, thanking one of the kitchen staff before making your way back towards the elevators.

The afternoon rush had begun, and employees came and went carrying coffees, folders and laptops as they hurried between meetings. Compared to earlier, you now started to feel slightly out of place with the people around you.

When the elevator arrived, you stepped inside and pressed the floor number that had your office on.

You let out a long breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you leaned your head back against the cool mirrored wall. You couldn't believe your first proper conversation with BTS had involved getting caught outside their practice room.

Great first impression.

The elevator chimed softly as it reached your floor.

Stepping back onto the now familiar corridor, you instinctively reached for the lanyard hanging around your neck. The plastic access card swung lightly against your chest as you held it against the scanner beside your office door.

A soft beep.

The lock clicked open.

You pushed the door inwards and stepped inside, quietly shutting it behind you. Silence greeted you almost instantly.

Compared to the lively atmosphere of the canteen just minutes ago, your office felt almost unnaturally still. The gentle hum of the air conditioning was the only sound filling the room as your eyes wandered across the space.

A plain desk sat neatly in the centre of the room, accompanied by two black leather chairs opposite it. A tall filing cabinet stood tucked into the corner beside the window, while the bare white walls surrounding you somehow made the office feel even emptier than it really was.

I really need to make this place look a little less depressing.

You pictured a few framed photographs of you and Ha-Na hanging on the walls. Maybe a small plant for the windowsill. A couple of books. Anything that made the room feel less like a blank box and more like somewhere you could happily spend your days.

The image disappeared as quickly as it came. Your attention drifted towards your desk.

Your laptop still sat open exactly where you'd left it, your newly created company email patiently waiting for you with unread messages and onboarding reminders filling the screen.

You slowly lowered yourself into your chair, letting your shoulders finally relax...

Knock. Knock. Your head shot up.

The sudden interruption startled you enough that you nearly knocked your phone onto the floor.

Quickly sitting upright, you reached across the desk and closed your laptop with a soft thunk before hurrying towards the door. Pulling it open, you were immediately greeted by an impossibly cheerful smile.

"Y/N!" Minji stood in the doorway holding a thick folder against her chest. She greeted you with a polite bow, her warm smile never faltering. "I hope you've been settling in alright."

"Minji-ssi." You returned the bow almost instinctively before stepping aside.

"I have, thank you." You smiled, "Please, come in."

"Thank you."

She walked inside at an unhurried pace, taking in the room as she passed before settling into one of the leather chairs opposite your desk. Her eyes travelled slowly around the office.

A laugh escaped her. "Ah..." She gestured around the room. "These walls won't stay this empty for long."

You looked around yourself before smiling. "I was actually just thinking the same thing."

"You definitely should add some bits and bobs in here." She nodded enthusiastically. "It makes such a difference once you start adding your own personality!" She lifted a finger dramatically. "Though maybe don't decorate it with posters of whichever artists you end up working with."

You blinked. "...People actually do that?"

"Oh, absolutely." She laughed. "More often than you'd think." She shook her head in disappointment. A sarcastic laugh leaving her mouth. "An old staff member once took a picture of Taehyung while he was shirtless in the dressing room.. she framed it and attached it to her office wall."

"Holy shit?" Your jaw dropped to the ground. Things like that just felt so unreal. How can someone even do that to someone they work with.

Her expression softened into something a little more professional. "It isn't against the rules exactly..." "...but it can make the artists uncomfortable."

You nodded respectfully in agreement.

"They want to feel like they're working with professionals." Minji spoke sincerely. "Not fans." She smiled before placing the folder onto your desk.

She carefully opened it, flipping through page after page of neatly organised documents.

"Hmm..." She quietly murmured your name under her breath as she searched. "Y/N..." "...Y/N..."

"...Ah."

"There you are." She pulled a single file free before neatly closing the folder again. When she looked back up, her expression had shifted into business mode. "So." she began, "We've officially finalised your placement."

Without even meaning to, you sat up a little straighter.

"For the foreseeable future..." She glanced down briefly to double-check the paperwork. "...you'll primarily be assigned to Jungkook-ssi."

Your heart skipped. "...Jungkook?"

The name echoed around your head. You'd expected to work with BTS at some point. Of course you had. But hearing one specific name made everything suddenly feel much more real.

You couldn't help looking confused. "I thought..." You hesitated. "...wasn't it Jimin-ssi whose makeup artist left recently?"

The atmosphere shifted almost immediately. Minji's eyebrows lifted ever so slightly.

The woman studied you for a brief moment. "...How did you hear about that?"

Her voice remained gentle, though there was obvious curiosity behind the question. "That information wasn't included in your induction." She obviously knew that. It felt like she had switched back to business mode all of a sudden.

Realisation hit you instantly. "Oh..." You felt your stomach drop. "I'm so sorry...I wasn't told officially."You awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck.

"...I got lost you see." You looked down at your fingers in embarrassment.

"...Lost?"

"I accidentally ended up on the practice floor." You laughed nervously. "I stupidly ran into bts and instead of walking away like a normal person I kind of froze when Jimin-ssi made conversation with me..." This wasn't helping your case at trying to seem professional and not like an overly obsessed fan..

Her eyebrows rose higher.

"They helped me find the canteen and we got talking on the way there...Jungkook happened to mention it." "I promise I wasn't trying to ask questions I shouldn't.

For a second, Minji simply stared at you. And a few moments later she laughed softly "The boys really are too kind." She shook her head fondly. "They've always had a habit of looking after new staff." Her smile gradually softened.

Hearing her words left you slightly disappointed. You knew you shouldn't be, you knew you weren't anything remotely close to special. But even so, that interaction earlier made you at least just believe that your life was a little more interesting that it actually was

"-But I'd like you to remember something." Her words snapped you from your thoughts.

You straightened slightly.

"They're incredibly friendly. They'll joke with you, they'll help you if you're lost... They'll probably make you feel like you've known them for years." She folded her hands neatly together. "But they're still your artists...So just be careful not to lean on that kindness too much."

Her smile was still held high on her face. "It can become very easy to forget where the professional boundary is."

You answered almost immediately. "I would never do that." You shook your head. "They've already done far more for me today than they ever needed to." "I don't want them to think I'm taking advantage of them."

Minji held your gaze for another moment before a warm smile slowly spread across her face. "I thought you'd say that."

She reached over, closing the folder with a soft tap. "And that's exactly why I felt comfortable assigning you to Jungkook-ssi!" She had now gone back to being the delightful jokey woman she was when you had first met her.

"Okay then Y/n!" She stated as she lifted the big folder back into her arms. "Your meeting schedule will be emailed to you personally by me this week. We expect very highly for you to be at every single one of those." She gave you another overly exaggerated smile and clicked the door shut in a swoop, leaving you now alone again for the rest of the day.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The rest of the afternoon passed far more peacefully

Your inbox gradually became less overwhelming as you worked through the seemingly endless list of unread emails. Most of them were introductions from different departments, reminders about internal systems, staff newsletters and upcoming schedules that you'd need to familiarise yourself with over the next few weeks.

Every now and then you'd click into Jungkook's upcoming appointments, carefully reading through the timetable that would soon become part of your own daily routine.

You didn't even know that you had to know literally every.single.detail. About this man now.

Minji had now emailed you his schedule for the next week, with a little note attached to the email,

"𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 12𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘵!‹𝟹"

You sighed before opening up the attachment.

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HYBE LABELS – ARTIST SCHEDULE

Artist: Jeon Jungkook Week: Monday 14th September – Sunday 20th September

MONDAY

08:00 – Artist arrival

08:15 - 09:00 – Hair & Makeup

09:15 - 12:30 – Dance rehearsal (Performance Studio B)

12:30 - 13:30 – Lunch

13:45 - 17:30 – Music video wardrobe fitting & concept rehearsal

18:00 – Schedule concludes

TUESDAY

07:30 – Artist arrival

07:45 - 08:45 – Hair & Makeup

09:00 - 18:00 – "HOOLIGAN" Music Video Filming (Day 1)

Touch-ups required throughout filming.

WEDNESDAY

08:30 – Artist arrival

08:45 - 09:30 – Hair & Makeup

10:00 - 13:00 – Vocal recording session

13:00 - 14:00 – Lunch

14:30 - 17:00 – Promotional concept photography

17:30 – Schedule concludes

THURSDAY

09:00 – Artist arrival

09:15 - 10:00 – Hair & Makeup

10:30 - 13:30 – Dance rehearsal

13:30 - 14:30 – Lunch

15:00 - 17:30 – Content filming (Behind-the-scenes & promotional clips)

FRIDAY

06:30 – Artist arrival

06:45 - 07:45 – Hair & Makeup

08:00 - 19:00 – "HOOLIGAN" Music Video Filming (Day 2)

Concept changes throughout the day. Makeup continuity essential.

SATURDAY

10:00 – Artist arrival

10:15 - 11:00 – Hair & Makeup

11:30 - 15:00 – Jacket photo shoot

15:30 - 17:30 – Interview recording

SUNDAY

OFFICIAL REST DAY

No scheduled activities.

Schedule subject to change with management approval.

MAKEUP NOTES

Waterproof products required during choreography rehearsals.

Touch-ups every 30–45 minutes during filming or as requested.

Coordinate with Styling Team before all concept changes.

Prepared by: Minji Kim – Human Resources / Artist Staff Coordination

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Fuck. That was one heck of a schedule. "No wonder everyone looked exhausted..." you murmured to yourself.

You felt a slight heat rush to your cheeks as you realised that you would be spending nearly every day with Jungkook. You shook the thought out of your head, not really wanting to overthink the situation.. you didn't even know if you guys would even make conversation.

You took a big deep breath and pressed open a new tab,

Amazon.

If you were going to spend most of your days in this little office, you couldn't leave it looking like an interrogation room.

Within minutes, your basket was slowly beginning to fill.

A few plants, cute framed pictures, a new lamp, some random decorations, some storage baskets..Much better.

The room was slowly beginning to take shape in your imagination.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of you.

You found yourself browsing makeup references, studying runway looks, editorial concepts and recent Korean beauty trends. You created a folder filled with inspiration, everything from soft natural skin to dramatic stage makeup, glitter placements and bold graphic eyeliner.

Even though you knew BTS already had established concepts prepared by the creative directors...

It never hurt to gather ideas.

Time slipped away almost without you noticing.

Before you knew it, the warm afternoon sunlight pouring through the window had softened into the golden glow of early evening.

You glanced at the clock resting in the corner of your computer screen.

18:02.

Your first day was officially over.

You packed your notebook into your bag before carefully shutting down your laptop.

One final glance around the office made a small smile appear on your face.

After locking the door behind you, you made your way towards the elevators, employees from different floors also packed into the elevator. A few of them chatted quietly as the elevator slowly made it's stop at the final destination

The lobby was just as impressive as it had been that morning.

Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the orange evening sky, while employees steadily filtered out through the revolving doors.

Waiting outside, just as promised, was another sleek black luxury van.

The driver recognised your company lanyard almost immediately.

"Miss Y/N?"

You nodded.

"Yes."

He politely opened the sliding door for you before loading your bag into the seat beside you.

The journey back to the hotel felt strangely quiet. A feeling of relaxation and accomplishment filtered through you as you leant your head back onto the leather head rest

You barely waited until the van pulled up outside the hotel before reaching for your phone.

The screen lit up with one contact you knew had been waiting all day.

Ha-Na ❤︎

With no hesitation you hit call, It barely rang once.

"Yah!" Ha-Na answered almost immediately. "Finally! I've been waiting all day!"

You couldn't help laughing.

"I know, I know."

"So?"

Her excitement practically exploded through the speaker.

"Tell me everything."

You smiled as you leaned back against the seat. "...You're not going to believe the day I've had."

You thanked the driver still with one of your hands holding the phone to your ear, walking quickly back into your hotel as you began explaining everything to Ha-Na.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The evening back in your hotel basically just consisted of you trying not to freak the fuck out, and trying to stay relaxed knowing that the next morning you will have another interaction with the global "It" boy of the decade

after you ran a warm bubbly bath you decided to put on a face mask and watch some Netflix in bed. Just as you where getting sleepy, Ha-Na couldn't help but message you again.

Ha-Na❤︎ Y/n hi Y/n Y/n

You why are you spamming me I've got a big day tmr!!

Ha-Na❤︎ GIRL IK THATS WHY

You wdymmmm

Ha-Na❤︎ WDYM, WDYM? I can't believe your about to touch the man that ive been dreaming of since the age of 15 life has favourites😐💔

You Don't make it sound weird! I just work for him.

Ha-Na❤︎ girl HOW ARE YOU NOT FREAKING OUT

You I'm trynna stay proffesh how else am I supposed to act!! of course im freaking out a little

Ha-Na❤︎ imagine you guys like fell in love😍😍

You lol and deal with all them crazy ahh delulu fans? I'll pass Don't think I could handle that spotlight

Ha-Na❤︎ But you'd get that seven days a week shi think about it...

You maybe I'd have a bite of that cookie...

Ha-Na❤︎ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 🤣🤣😭😭

You KIDDING. THATS BASO MY BOSS WERE SPEAKING BOUT RN I CANT I FEEL WEIRD OKAY GNIGHT.

Ha-Na❤︎ boss x employer type shit? hottttt

You GOOD. FUCKING. NIGHT.

Ha-Na❤︎ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ night!! gl with tomoz💋😉😉

You rolled your eyes but laughed at the messages shared between you and your best friend.

Her words did make you think fir a second. of course, nothing would happen like that..ever.

But just thinking of "what if's" Made you feel a type of way you couldn't even comprehend...

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ

You let out a tired groan, blindly reaching across the bedside table until your hand finally found your phone.

06:10

"...You've got to be kidding me."

You buried your face back into the pillow for another few seconds, trying to convince yourself that maybe, somehow, you'd imagined the alarm.

Unfortunately, reality didn't seem interested in negotiating. With another dramatic sigh, you forced yourself upright.

Sunlight spilled through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Seoul was already awake, the muffled sounds of traffic drifting up from the streets below.

Today was your first real day. The thought alone was enough to wake you up completely.

Your stomach fluttered with a mixture of nerves and excitement as you climbed out of bed, stretching your aching limbs before wandering into the bathroom.

The warm shower did wonders for clearing your head.

By the time you stepped back out twenty minutes later, wrapped in a fluffy white towel with steam still lingering around the mirror, you already felt far more prepared than you had the previous morning.

You kept your outfit simple.

A pair of black baggy shorts, clean white trainers and an oversized white graphic tee. You did previously ask Minji if you needed to dress the business part, but she told you not to worry about it as you weren't actually in the business department... that made you happy

After drying your hair into its natural style and applying only the lightest amount of makeup, you glanced at yourself in the mirror one final time.

"Presentable". You smiled.

Hopefully.

Grabbing your work bag, you slipped your company lanyard inside one of the pockets before heading downstairs.

The hotel lobby was noticeably quieter than it had been the evening before.

A few business travellers sat nursing coffees while reception staff quietly greeted guests checking out.

Outside, the familiar black luxury van was already waiting by the entrance.

The driver recognised you immediately. "Good morning."

"Good morning." You returned the polite greeting before climbing inside.

The drive to HYBE felt much shorter this time.

Perhaps because your mind was too occupied rehearsing everything Minji had told you yesterday.

Before long, the van pulled smoothly into the underground parking area.

Your pulse quickened.

okay...Round two.

After thanking the driver, you stepped out and made your way through the familiar entrance, flashing your access card as you entered the building.

The lobby was very much already alive with employees arriving for the day.

Some hurried towards the lifts with takeaway coffees balanced in one hand and laptops in the other, while others chatted quietly before disappearing down different corridors.

You found yourself smiling. Yesterday, this building had felt impossibly intimidating. But now already you had familiarised yourself with it.

You rode the lift up to your floor, dropped your bag off in your office and switched on your laptop.

07:18.

Still twenty-seven minutes untill you had to go to the makeup room

Enough time.

You checked your reflection one last time in the dark computer screen before straightening the notebook resting on your desk.

At exactly 07:35, you stood.

Minji had been very clear. The makeup team always arrived early.

Artists were expected to be ready before the members walked through the door.

You grabbed your notebook and headed back into the corridor. Thankfully, you now knew where your department was at.. and you weren't about to get lost and stumble and disrupt another practise dance room.

The makeup department occupied one side of an entire floor

HAIR & MAKEUP

You pushed the door open. Immediately, the atmosphere changed. The nerves where creeping in already, you didn't know what to do, who to talk too, what to say?

You took in the room for second,

Large vanity mirrors lined one wall, each framed by bright white bulbs that illuminated every corner of the room. Makeup cases sat neatly organised beside every station, filled with brushes, palettes and products you recognised from years of studying the industry.

Several stylists were already busy laying out products, disinfecting brushes and checking printed schedules clipped beside each mirror.

Everyone seemed to know exactly what they were doing. Except you, of course.. again..

"Y/N." You turned to find Minji walking towards you, coffee in hand.

"Good morning." She flashed you a bright white smile.

"Good morning, Minji-ssi." You bowed your head slightly. This woman really was your saviour..

"Right on time." She spoke taking a sip from her takeaway coffee

"I didn't want to be late." You smiled awkwardly

"A good habit." She nodded approvingly before gesturing towards one of the stations. "This morning you'll simply be shadowing."

Relief washed over you.. kind of?

"You won't be applying anyone's makeup today." She took another coffee from an employee's hand and passed it to you. The employer simply bowed his head slightly towards you and walked off.

"I've arranged for you to observe Sohee." She passed the drink to you. "I hope you like coffee!" She smiled again.

You took the cup out of her hand and nodded, following Minji's gaze towards a woman in her early thirties who was carefully arranging an impressive collection of brushes into neat rows across the counter.

"She's one of our senior makeup artists." She spoke as you both made way towards the woman. "Sohee knows Jungkook-ssi's routine inside out...For the next few days, I just want you to watch."

You nodded again

"Pay attention to how she prepares the products." Minji picked up a makeup brush from the floor and placed it back into a pot. "Notice how she communicates." "How quickly she works."

Minji looked back at you. "Watching is just as important as doing for now."

You nodded earnestly. "I understand."

The older woman looked up from her station before offering you a welcoming smile. "So you're Y/N."

You nodded and bowed your head slightly. "Nice to meet you"

"I'm Sohee." She returned your greeting, "It's nice to finally meet you too."

She gestured towards the chair beside her workstation. "Come." "You'll have the best view from here."

You settled onto the stool, taking out your notebook from your bag and holding it onto your lap

You glanced at the clock mounted above the doorway.

07:43. Only two minutes to go.

Almost on cue, the sound of footsteps echoed from somewhere out in the corridor.

You recognised a few familiar faces as the managers entered the room first, greeting the staff members already preparing for the day.

And then, they followed in.

You couldn't stop the small smile that pulled at your lips.

Despite everything you had seen online, despite all the interviews and behind-the-scenes videos, seeing them walk into the room like this felt completely different.

They walked in one by one, some rubbing their eyes, others covering quiet yawns as they stretched their shoulders and adjusted their jackets.

You and Sohee remained towards the corner of the room, away from the busiest stations. Because of the distance and the number of staff moving around, you didn't get the chance to properly greet everyone.

Jin, Yoongi and Jimin immediately settled into the stations closest to the entrance, already being greeted by their respective staff members.

Hoseok noticed you almost instantly, A bright smile appeared on his face as he lifted his hand in a small wave before taking his seat.

You returned the gesture with a small smile and an awkward wave.

A few seconds later, Jimin also caught your eye.

Since you had met yesterday, he gave you a familiar smile, but with the amount of people moving around and the distance between your stations, neither of you had a natural reason to start a conversation.

So, instead, you both simply exchanged polite smiles before he sat down beside Hoseok.

Then came Taehyung and Jungkook who walked in carrying conversation between them.

The two walked towards your side of the room, their conversations quiet as they approached their stations.

"Aish..." Jungkook sighed dramatically as he dropped into the chair directly in front of you. "I'm too tired for this."

A laugh immediately escaped Taehyung. "It's because you're always awake until stupid hours playing games." He shook his head, clearly amused.

Jungkook groaned, leaning back into the chair.

"It is exactly the reason."

You sat completely still. For a few seconds, you almost forgot how to act.

Sohee had moved a little further away to speak with Jimin's makeup artist, leaving you alone with the two members.

Your brain immediately started overthinking. Should you say something? Would it be weird?

Were you supposed to greet Taehyung too?

You had spoken with Jungkook and a few of the others yesterday, but Taehyung hadn't been part of that conversation.

You assumed he probably had no idea who you were.

The last thing you wanted was to awkwardly introduce yourself when he had no reason to know you yet.

"Ah..."

Your thoughts were interrupted.

"Y/N." Jungkook's voice pulled your attention back.

Almost immediately, you noticed Taehyung's head turned slightly in your direction.

You tried not to look into his direction. It would be too awkward right now,

"Good morning." Your voice came out softe, and probably more awkward than you intended. You sat up straighter, perhaps a little too straight. There was no chance you were going to be caught slouching in front of them.

Jungkook smiled slightly. "Did you find out more about your work yesterday?"

You relaxed slightly at the normality of the question. "Yes." A small smile appeared on your face. "I have my schedule now."

"Ah, I'm glad." He briefly lifted his eyes from his phone before looking back down again. "So you'll be taking over for Jimin?"

Your expression froze. "Oh..." You opened your mouth. "Well, no, actually—"

"Good morning, Jungkook-ah." Sohee's voice interrupted you as she pulled over a stool beside him.

Jungkook immediately placed his phone down and smiled. "Good morning, Sohee."

"Good morning, Sohee!" Taehyung suddenly called from beside them.

Sohee paused halfway through preparing her products and turned around. A small smile appeared on her face. "Ah, Taehyung."

She turned her head back to Jungkook "Good morning." she spoke slightly louder, greeting taehyung from the back of her head

Then she continued arranging her products. "Yejin is on her way." she continued speaking to Taehyung as she placed small hair clips in Jungkook's hair. "So don't worry."

Taehyung let out a relieved sigh before dramatically sinking further into his chair. "So tired..."

You couldn't help quietly smiling at the interaction. There was such an obvious familiarity between them. Years of working together showed in small moments like this.

Sohee turned her attention back towards Jungkook, beginning to prepare his skin before makeup.

Then, as if remembering something, she looked between the two of you. "Have you met?" She glanced between you and him

Jungkook nodded."Yes, we met yesterday."

"Ah, I see." Sohee nodded, accepting the answer easily. "No need for introductions then."

She looked towards you. "Y/n will be your soon new makeup artist."

The words still felt strange hearing someone else say them.

"She's here today to shadow me, and once she's comfortable, she'll gradually begin taking over." Sohee's tone was professional, but there was a calm confidence behind it.

Jungkook looked up at you. "O?" He blinked once. "Ah..." "I see." Then his expression softened into a small smile. "I hope we work well together."

Your nerves eased slightly. You returned the smile.

"I hope so too."

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨♡

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴? 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!

ᴛᴀɢꜱ⁀➴ (𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!)

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ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀꜰꜰ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ - ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ -𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔⁀➴ Idol!Jungkook x fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒⁀➴ Jungkook x reader, slowburn, strangers to something..? Very story based!! Has a plot. The book has a slow start so bare with!

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠⁀➴ swearing, mature content, mention of alcohol, mentions of sexual content

.ᐟ.ᐟThis book contains oc's.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳.⁠♡

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘰. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣.

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.. 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 - 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘢𝘯⁀➴

Time continued to creep by in the HYBE building.

After the excitement of the production meeting, the rest of the morning had been considerably less glamorous.

For the past few hours, you'd been tucked away in the now somewhat familiar confines of your little office, working your way through what felt like an endless list of onboarding tasks. Setting up your company email, activating your employee accounts, signing into various internal systems, changing temporary passwords, and completing mandatory online training had taken far longer than you'd anticipated.

You hadn't realised just how much administration came with starting a new job.

With a quiet sigh, you leaned back in your chair, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to ease the stiffness that had settled there.

Your eyes drifted to your phone lying beside the keyboard.

Picking it up, you glanced at the lock screen. A cute picture of you and Ha-Na illuminated.

12:48.

Your stomach chose that exact moment to remind you that you'd barely eaten anything since breakfast.

Surely I'm allowed a lunch break by now...

You frowned thoughtfully. No one had actually mentioned when you were supposed to take one.

The morning had been packed with introductions, paperwork, meetings, and settling in, but after that, everyone had simply... gone back to work.

You were still learning how everything operated here.

The company itself felt like a small city, with hundreds of employees moving through the building as though they'd memorised every corridor, every schedule, and every unwritten rule. You, on the other hand, still wasn't entirely convinced you could find your own office without getting lost.

There was no doubt HYBE expected a high level of professionalism. Confidentiality, security, and respect had all been emphasised repeatedly throughout the morning.

But when it came to the smaller things, nobody had mentioned a thing.

You glanced towards the office door before looking back at your phone. And sharply stood up on your two feet.

I guess we can explore. The voice in your head loudly spoke.

surely there would be a canteen somewhere? In a building like this there was no way there wouldn't be.

You stepped out of your office, slipping your employee lanyard over your head before locking the door behind you.

The corridor was almost eerily quiet.

Compared to the floors you'd visited that morning, where employees hurried from meeting to meeting with coffee cups in hand, this one felt almost deserted. Apart from the occasional person disappearing into an office, there wasn't much movement at all.

Maybe this floor's mainly for private offices...

Making your way to the lifts, you pressed the call button and waited. A soft ding echoed through the corridor as the doors slid open.

Stepping inside, your eyes travelled over the panel of buttons. Twenty-four floors.

You had absolutely no idea where anything was. Middle sounds good...

Your finger hovered for a second before pressing 12.

As the lift began its ascent, a familiar melody drifted from the speakers overhead. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

ANTIFRAGILE.

A quiet laugh escaped you. Of course they'd only play HYBE artists.

The song continued softly in the background until the lift slowed to a halt.

Ding.

The doors parted.

Within half a second, you knew you'd made a mistake.

Beyond the lift stretched an enormous open-plan office packed with row after row of desks separated by glass dividers. Shelves overflowing with files lined the walls, while dozens of employees typed away at keyboards or hurried between departments carrying stacks of paperwork.

Directly outside the lift, two employees stood in the middle of what appeared to be a rather passionate disagreement. Neither of them spared so much as a glance in your direction.

You remained frozen for a moment, feeling as though you'd accidentally walked into somewhere you definitely wasn't supposed to be.

"...Nope." You jabbed the Close Door button perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

The doors slid shut just as one of the employees threw their hands dramatically into the air.

Scanning the panel once more, your finger landed on another random choice.

9.

Maybe I'll have better luck. A few seconds later, the lift chimed once again.

The doors opened onto a noticeably quieter floor.

Dark grey carpet stretched beneath your feet, contrasting against sleek charcoal walls and long strips of warm lighting recessed into the ceiling. The atmosphere felt calmer here, almost secluded from the bustle of the rest of the building.

There was no reception desk. No clusters of employees. Just a wide corridor branching off in several directions. You stepped out cautiously.

Probably no café here either... Still... You'd already come this far.

Might as well have a little look around.

The further you wandered, the quieter it became.

Most of the doors were closed, each bearing simple silver plaques with room numbers or department names you didn't recognise.

Every so often, someone would pass by, offering a polite nod before continuing on their way.

Then something peeked your attention. You heard a soft melody playing in the distance

You frowned slightly, tilting your head as the muffled bass drifted through the corridor.

Curiosity got the better of you.

The music grew louder with every step until you found yourself standing outside a pair of large frosted glass doors.

Unlike the offices you'd passed, these had narrow windows running down either side.

The music was definitely coming from inside.

You hesitated. I probably shouldn't...

Your curiosity won almost immediately.

Taking one careful step closer, you leaned ever so slightly towards the narrow strip of glass.

Inside, a spacious dance studio stretched across the room, floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflecting the bright overhead lights. Bags and water bottles had been abandoned against one wall, while the polished wooden floor bore faint scuff marks from countless hours of rehearsals.

The music came to an abrupt stop.

"...Again tomorrow?" someone called from inside.

"Yeah." Another voice answered.

Your eyes widened. Oh no... Your heart immediately leapt into your throat.

They're coming out.

Before your brain had a chance to decide whether to run or pretend you'd simply taken a wrong turn, the handle began to turn.

The door slowly swung open.

You froze beside the door, your entire body locking in place as the first person stepped out.

Yoongi.

His hair was damp with sweat, a towel slung loosely around his neck. He glanced at you briefly as he walked past, offering the smallest nod in acknowledgement before continuing down the corridor as though seeing unfamiliar staff outside the practice rooms was nothing out of the ordinary.

You barely had time to process it before Taehyung emerged next.

His oversized T-shirt clung slightly to his back, evidence of however long they'd been rehearsing. Catching your eye, he offered a polite smile and a small bow before following after Yoongi without another word.

You let out the breath you'd been holding.

Then Jimin and Hoseok stepped out together. Unlike the others, they stopped. Both of them looked at you with matching expressions of surprise.

"O?" Hoseok tilted his head, a curious smile spreading across his face.

Jimin's eyes widened in recognition. "Oh!" he laughed softly. "It's you again."

Your stomach dropped.

You immediately bowed your head. "I'm so sorr—"

"Jimina—"

Another voice called from inside the practice room. Jungkook stepped through the doorway, absent-mindedly drying the back of his neck with a towel.

He stopped mid-sentence the moment he noticed everyone had come to a standstill.

His gaze travelled from Jimin.....to Hoseok...before finally settling on you.

"Oh."

Fuck. This is so embarrassing.

As if the situation couldn't become any worse, Namjoon and Jin appeared behind him.

"Why are you all just standing—" Namjoon paused the moment he spotted you.

The corridor suddenly felt impossibly small.

You swallowed. "I'm... really sorry," you blurted out before anyone else could speak. "I know I'm probably not supposed to be here." You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. "I was just trying to find somewhere to eat my lunch." Your eyes getting the floor "I... don't actually know where anything is yet." You gave another apologetic bow. "I had no idea this was the practice floor."

For a second, nobody said anything. Then Jin looked up at the sign mounted high on the wall beside the studio doors before looking back at you. "...You mean you missed the giant sign?"

Your eyebrows knitted together. "The sign?"

He pointed behind you. Instinctively, you turned around.

Mounted neatly on the charcoal wall in large brushed silver letters were the words:

PRACTICE STUDIOS

Your eyes slowly closed. ...Oh.

A tiny laugh escaped Jin.Unsure if he was mocking you or found it amusing. "It is pretty hard to miss." He added sarcastically

Heat rushed straight to your cheeks. "I genuinely didn't even see it I promise-" Your wobbly voice spoke out

Jimin let out a laugh, shoulders shaking slightly. "I believe you."

They definitely think I'm some obsessed fan pretending to be lost.

Before your thoughts could spiral any further, Jungkook finally spoke.

"Aish..." He glanced between you and Jin before giving a small shake of his head. "Hyung..." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It's her first day."

The teasing immediately softened. Jin lifted both hands in surrender, smiling. "I know, I know...I'm only joking."

There was an awkward pause of silence before Namjoon quickly clapped his hands together. "So you are trying to find somehwere for lunch?"

You hummed, nodding.

Namjoon smiled.

"Well..." he glanced briefly at the others before looking back at you. "We're actually on our lunch break too."

You waited, unsure where he was going with this."Would you like to come with us?"

The invitation seemed to catch a couple of the others off guard too. Hoseok shot a quick glance towards Jin, who subtly raised an eyebrow before looking back at Namjoon. Neither of them said anything, though their expressions suggested the idea hadn't exactly been discussed beforehand.

You hesitated. You didn't want to impose.

"I mean..." You shifted your weight awkwardly. "Are you sure I wouldn't just be getting in the way?"

Before Namjoon had a chance to answer, Jungkook beside him gave a small shake of his head.

"It won't be a hassle." Namjoon's reply was quiet and matter-of-fact, almost as though he couldn't understand why you'd even ask.

Namjoon smiled again. "We've got a couple of hours before we're needed back anyway."

Jimin nodded in agreement.

"And it'd probably save you another twenty minutes of wandering around the building."

A few quiet laughs followed.

You couldn't exactly argue with that. "...Okay." You smiled at the boys. "If you're sure."

"Come on then," Namjoon said, turning towards the lifts.

The group began walking down the corridor together.

As you reached the elevators, Jungkook looked around, frowning slightly. "...Where did Taehyung disappear to?"

The others exchanged brief looks before collectively shrugging.

"I think he left with Yoongi a few minutes ago," you offered. "I saw them head towards the lifts."

"Ah." Jungkook gave a short nod, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "They've probably already gone down."

The elevator arrived with a soft chime. Its doors slid open, and everyone filed inside one after another.

You were the last to step in. The moment the doors closed, you became painfully aware of just how full the lift was.

You found yourself tucked into one corner, your back lightly brushing against the mirrored wall. Namjoon stood beside the control panel, while Hoseok and Jimin chatted quietly near the doors.

Jin absent-mindedly scrolled through his phone.

Jungkook stood almost directly opposite you, one hand resting against the rail behind him as the lift began its descent.

Thankfully, Jimin broke the silence by asking Namjoon something about the afternoon's schedule, and the conversation quickly spread through the lift.

You let out the smallest sigh of relief as the elevator continued its descent.

Floor seven. Right... remember that. You made a mental note to yourself. At least now you knew a floor to eat lunch on.

A soft ding echoed through the lift.

The doors slid open, and everyone gradually stepped out.

Namjoon led the way, with Jin, Hoseok and Jimin naturally falling into conversation as they headed down the corridor. None of them seemed particularly concerned with whether you were walking beside them or a few steps behind.

But you preferred it that way. You didn't have to worry about making conversation or saying the wrong thing every five seconds.

As you stepped clear of the elevator, you instinctively moved to one side.

"After you." The quiet voice came from beside you. Jungkook stood to the side of the elevator door.

"Thank you." You quickly smiled

He gave a small nod before following after you. For a few moments, the two of you walked in comfortable silence.

"You said it's your first day." His voice broke the quiet. "What are you actually starting as?"

You glanced sideways, surprised he'd even bother too speak to you "A makeup artist." Your answer came with a small smile.

You deliberately kept it brief, not wanting your excitement to spill over. The last thing you wanted was to come across as someone who couldn't stay professional simply because she was talking to the Jeon Jungkook.

He nodded thoughtfully. "So... you'll be working with us?"

"I think so." You finally looked over at him. "I was in the meeting this morning, so I'm assuming I'll be part of your team."

"Ah." He tucked his hands into the pocket of his oversized hoodie. "That makes sense."

There was a short pause before he spoke again. "Jimin's makeup artist actually left a few weeks ago." He paused. "Maybe you'll be her replacement?" He spoke, more like a question than an answer

You gave a small shrug. "I'm not really sure yet." A quiet laugh escaped you. "I still don't even know where I'm supposed to be half the time."

He smiled faintly.

"I think this afternoon I'm meant to meet with someone called Minji..." You searched your memory. "She said she'd comeby and find me later in my office to explain everything properly."

At the mention of her name, Jungkook nodded. "Ah... Minji-ssi." A look of recognition crossed his face. "She's nice, if she's looking after you, you'll settle in quickly." he nodded, now looking at the back of the heads of the members walking in front of you

The corridor gradually widened as the smell of freshly cooked food drifted towards you.

After a moment's hesitation, your curiosity got the better of you. "Is it okay if I ask why Jimin-ssi's makeup artist left?" The words had barely left your mouth before regret settled in.

"Oh—"

You shook your head. "I'm sorry." You internally cursed yourself. once.again. "You don't have to answer that...I probably shouldn't have asked." Your voice low, dripping with guilt

Jungkook let out a quiet laugh. "No, it's alright." He shook his head reassuringly. "You've signed all the confidentiality paperwork now."He smiled to himself. Before shooting a glance in your direction, "I hope?" He smiled, you knew he was being sarcastic, but you still felt the need to reassure him.

"Yes! Of course.." You awkwardly laughed

He hummed and gave a slight nod at your answer. "it's actually quite an unusual story."

You looked at him curiously.

"She'd worked with us for years," he explained. "Since around the Boy With Luv era."

You nodded, listening carefully.

"A few weeks ago she handed in her notice. None of us knew though, she kept it a secret till the day she walked out the doors," He glanced ahead to make sure the others were still out of earshot before lowering his voice slightly.

"Before she left, she told Jimin that she'd developed feelings for him."

Your eyes widened. "Oh..."

"But she handled it professionally." He added, "There was no expectation that he'd say anything back." He shook his head. "She just wanted to be honest before she left. She told him not to feel guilty, asked him not to respond, thanked him for the years they'd worked together..."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "...and then she walked away before he could even process what had happened."

For a moment, you weren't sure what to say.

You'd always known that working so closely with famous artists could blur boundaries for some people.

Still...Hearing it happen to someone who'd worked beside them for years made it feel strangely real.

"What did Jimin-ssi think?"

Jungkook exhaled softly. "He was surprised. said he'd never seen it coming."

There was a brief pause."But he respected how she handled it."

You nodded slowly. Your heart ached just a little for the woman. It must've been so hard for her to gather the courage and express her feelings like that.

"I suppose that must've been difficult for both of them." You tried to respond with professionalism.

"Mmm" Jungkook nodded in agreement.

The conversation naturally faded as the group reached the entrance to the staff canteen.

The others had stopped just outside, waiting for everyone to catch up before heading inside together.

Employees moved around the canteen with trays in their hands, chatting amongst themselves as they decided what to eat. The large selection of meals stretched across the counters, making the decision seem almost impossible.

Apparently, even for them.

"Jungkook-ah!" Hoseok walked over to the younger man, who was standing in front of the food counter, scanning the options. "What are you going to eat?" He looked genuinely defeated. "I can't decide."

A small laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

It was oddly comforting seeing that even they struggled with something as simple as choosing lunch.

of course you had seen BTS on your television screen multiple times. Living in Korea for a while had meant you weren't really able to escape them at times. Billboards of their faces where practically everywhere you looked. Especially since the day they left the military. Once again, BTS had been the hot topic on everyone's tongue.

But seeing the boys in person, no camera's seen anywhere, and they still had the exact dynamic? really warmed your heart.

Jungkook stared at the menu above the counter, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he considered his options. "Hmm..." His eyes moved between the different dishes. "Kimchi, I think."

He nodded to himself, as if he'd finally made an important decision.

"I'll probably have that too." Jimin appeared behind him, resting his hands lightly against Jungkook's shoulders as he looked over the choices.

"You always pick the same things." Namjoon chuckled.

"Jungkookie has good taste!" Jimin laughed. Jungkook just shrugged, probably used to the glaze..

The woman behind the counter smiled politely as she began preparing their meals.

Hoseok, meanwhile, still looked completely lost. "Aish..." He stared at the food options in front of him like they had personally offended him. "Why is this so difficult?"

"You are acting like we don't do this nearly everyday" Jin called from behind him.

The others laughed.

You found yourself smiling quietly as you watched them.

Namjoon eventually stepped forward, ordering grilled meat along with a few side dishes.

One by one, the others made their choices.

Then came Hoseok's turn. Finally... You watched curiously as he confidently pointed towards his final selection.

Only for everyone around him to immediately react.

"That?" Jin looked at him, almost disgusted "You're actually choosing that?"

Hoseok looked offended. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's just..." Jin shook his head, laughing.

You couldn't help the small giggle that escaped you. You quickly covered it with your hand, hoping nobody noticed.

Once everyone had finished ordering, you stepped forward. You looked over the options briefly before choosing something simple. "Could I have a small portion of potato salad, please?"

The woman behind the counter nodded and prepared your tray.

Before you could step away, Jimin glanced down at your food. His eyebrows lifted slightly. "That's all you're having?"

You looked up.

"You should eat more than that." He spoke with a comforting tone "You don't want to get hungry later." The softness in his voice caught you slightly off guard.

"Thank you," you replied quietly. You offered him a small smile. "Really. But I'm not that hungry."

You gave a small polite bow of your head.

Jimin studied you for a second, like he wanted to say something else, but eventually decided against it. Instead, he simply nodded. "Okay."

You gathered your tray, following the group towards the seating area. Before everyone sat down, you turned back towards them.

"Thank you all for showing me where the canteen is." You gave a small bow. "I appreciate it."

Immediately, they all waved their hands dismissive. Letting you know it wasn't a big deal.

But to you it was one of the biggest deals on earth. How could it not be?

You gave one more goodbye before searching for a table far from the five boys. Of course not out of malice. But because truthfully you weren't sure if you could deal with the pressure of ganging out with five world wide global pop stars.

You better get used to this Y/n.. Your literally about ti start working with them! Your thoughts twirled around in your overstimulated mind.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨♡

ᴛᴀɢꜱ⁀➴ (𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!)

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ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀꜰꜰ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ - ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔⁀➴ Idol!Jungkook x fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒⁀➴ Jungkook x reader, slowburn, strangers to something..? Very story based!! Has a plot. The book has a slow start so bare with!

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠⁀➴ swearing, mature content, mention of alcohol, mentions of sexual content

.ᐟ.ᐟThis book contains oc's.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦.⁠♡ 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘰. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣.

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘠/𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥.. 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘵 2𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴… 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 - 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴⁀➴

As the members made their way around the room, exchanging greetings with managers and staff alike, you remained rooted to your chair.

Should I say hello? Your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your notebook. Or would that be strange?

They didn't know you. To them, you were just another unfamiliar face sitting at the table. But then again... everyone else had greeted them.

Would it seem rude if you didn't? The last thing you wanted was for their first impression of you to be someone who came across as unfriendly..or worse, disrespectful.

You were so caught up in the debate raging inside your own head that you barely noticed them making their way towards the opposite side of the table.

It wasn't until chairs began scraping softly against the floor that you looked up.

Your stomach flipped. They were sitting directly across from you.

Thankfully, the conference table was large enough that there was still a comfortable distance between everyone. It wasn't as though they were right in front of you, but they were close enough that, if you looked up, your eyes could easily meet theirs.

Don't stare.

You fixed your attention on the notebook in front of you. The blank page had suddenly become incredibly interesting..

Your thoughts must have been written all over your face because, as they settled into their seats, a few of the members glanced in your direction. One by one, they offered small, polite smiles. The kind of smile you'd give a colleague you'd never met before.

It took you a second to register what had happened. Heat crept into your cheeks as you quickly returned the gesture with a slightly awkward smile of your own, accompanied by a small bow of your head.

Smooth.

Thankfully, the room was still alive with conversation. The steady hum of voices filled the room, sparing you from the torture of sitting in complete silence.

Somehow this situation all felt more normal than you expected it to be. Not because BTS weren't who they were. But because everyone else treated them like ordinary colleagues.

Not a single person stared at them like any of their fans would do, no one had asked any scandalous question that everyone (even perhaps you) had been dying to know,

It was just a nice and normal work environment, with nicer and normal people. Though perhaps normal wasn't the right word. Natural perhaps.

"Hello."

The cheerful voice pulled you from your thoughts so suddenly that your head snapped around almost comically fast.

Looking across the table from you was Park Jimin, a warm smile spread across his face. He looked as though he'd been waiting for you to notice him.

"Oh!" You blinked in surprise before hurriedly offering a small wave and a polite bow. "H-Hello."

He returned the bow just as politely. "I thought you might've been exchange staff." He tilted his head curiously. "Do you speak Korean?"

A quiet laugh escaped you. That explains it.

"I do," you replied with a smile. "I'm not exchange staff."

Realisation immediately washed over his face. His mouth formed a small "O."

Your entire body felt as though it'd been struck by electricity as the reality of who you were talking to finally sank in. For a split second, you debated ending the conversation there. Instead, your mouth betrayed you.

"It's actually my first day today..." you said, rubbing the back of your neck. "So, if you were wondering why you've never seen me before... that's probably why." A small, awkward laugh escaped you.

The second the words left your mouth, you wanted to snatch them back.

Why did I say that?

Of course he hadn't been wondering.

He'd probably seen countless new faces over the years. There was no reason he'd pay any attention to another employee joining the company.

Nice one.

Jimin turned back towards you, his expression as warm as ever. "Ahh." He nodded with an understanding smile. "Welcome."

The single word was enough to debate your entire existence and entire bloodline. for fuck sakes

As he turned back towards the conversation unfolding beside him, you noticed a couple of the other members glance in your direction. Namjoon looking over the top of the papers in front of him, while Jungkook briefly lifted his gaze from the meeting agenda.

Then just as quickly, they returned to what they had been doing.

You let out a sharp breath you'd unknowingly been holding. Fuck...

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your fingers tightened around the pen in your hand as you replayed the last thirty seconds over and over in your head.

Why are you overthinking this? He literally just said welcome.

Determined to disappear into your chair for the remainder of the meeting, you lowered your eyes to the blank notebook in front of you, pretending to organise your thoughts.

"Where are you originally from?" The deeper voice caught you by surprise.

Your head lifted almost immediately. Namjoon was looking at you with an easy smile, genuine curiosity in his expression.

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "I'm from England." Your answer came out much shorter this time, not willing to embarrass yourself once again in-font of these guys.

"I thought I heard a slight accent," Namjoon said with a smile. Before you could respond, he switched effortlessly into English. "Oh- then we can speak English!"

Your eyes widened as the American accent and switch took you completely off guard.

The sudden language change had the exact same effect on the rest of the table. The other five members who where deep into conversation just seconds ago had now turned to Namjoon with a grin and eyebrows furried.

Jungkook had now finally looked up properly with a small half smile spread across is lips. The members must really find it fascinating when Namjoom spoke in English.

Jungkook was leaning back comfortably in his chair, an oversized black hoodie swallowed most of his frame, the hood pulled low enough to cast a slight shadow over his forehead. One arm rested lazily along the armrest while the other absent-mindedly tapped the phone that he held tightly in his grasp.

For the briefest moment, your eyes met. Your stomach lurched.

You broke the eye contact almost instantly, dropping your gaze back to the notebook in front of you like the last fifty times you had just done in approximately five minutes.

"Is she English Namjoon?" Hoseok asked. He was sat the furthest away from you, so you registered he probably didn't hear you speak Korean with Jimin.

"She speaks Korean" Jungkook responded before Namjoon had the chance.

"Ohhh!" Hoseok replied with a wide fascinated smile, looking just slightly embarrassed he had asked about you with you just sitting meters away. "Another bilingual then!" He added in a laugh.

"With two English speakers on the team now, no one can be slacking off in learning English!" Namjoon rose his voice, with a smile.

You knew he was joking, but still, hearing him calling you part of the team felt so surreal. You couldn't help the smile that rose quickly to your cheeks.

Before anymore conversations could be started again, A final staff member walked in and shut the door.

The room settled into silence. The kind that naturally fell when everyone knew it was time to work.

The producer stood at the front of the room, a small remote in one hand as the first slide illuminated the screen.

"Alright, everyone. Thank you for coming." He offered a quick nod around the room before continuing.

"As you're all aware, we're here to begin final preparations for the Hooligan music video. Filming is scheduled to begin next week, so today's goal is to make sure every department is aligned before production starts."

The meters a gave a few cheers and applauds among themselves wich caused low laughter around the room

Now everyone had their laptops and notebooks ready.

You carefully wrote the date in the top corner with a small heart shaped doodle in your notebook before scribbling the meeting title beneath it.

"Hooligan" MV Production Meeting.

The producer clicked to the next slide. A series of mood boards appeared across the screen.

The overall palette consisted almost entirely of black, charcoal grey and deep crimson.

"We're aiming for something edgy" the creative director explained, stepping forward. "Less polished than previous concepts. We want it to feel rough around the edges... almost rebellious."

Another click.

Close-up photographs of smudged eyeliner, textured skin and messy hairstyles filled the screen.

The makeup team immediately leaned forward.

"Our focus," one of the senior makeup artists began, "is enhancing that worn-in appearance without making it look theatrical." She pointed towards one of the references.

You found yourself writing as quickly as you could. You didn't realise how actually important the concept for your job was. Everything, was about perfecting the look on these boys.

"We'll be shooting across four consecutive days." One of the men standing spoke. "It is very important everyone knows exactly what they need to be doing." The man's voice was low and serious. Your heart began beating faster as you slowly started realising absolutely no one in this room was messing about

You copied each point carefully, determined not to miss a single detail.

The meeting carried on for another hour or so.

Although much of the discussion centred around filming logistics, camera placements, and production schedules, topics that didn't directly involve your department, you still listened attentively, jotting down the occasional note whenever something caught your attention. If nothing else, it gave you a better understanding of just how much planning went into a single music video.

Every department had a role to play.

Nothing was overlooked.

Eventually, the producer glanced around the room before closing the folder in front of him.

"Alright then," he said, clapping his hands together once. "I think that covers everything. Thank you, everyone."

Almost immediately, the room came back to life.

Chairs scraped softly against the floor as people stood, stretching after sitting for so long. Conversations that had been put on hold quickly resumed, while laptops snapped shut and notebooks disappeared into bags.

One by one, staff members began making their way towards the door, exchanging polite bows and quiet farewells with both their colleagues and the members.

The members remained by the table for a few moments longer, thanking the production team before gathering their own belongings.

You stayed in your seat, packing your notebook into your bag, figuring it was easier to wait until the room had emptied rather than trying to squeeze past everyone at once.

As Namjoon reached the doorway, he paused. Almost as though he'd remembered something, he turned back to look at you.

"It was great meeting you," he said in English, a warm smile spreading across his face.

The unexpected farewell caught you pleasantly off guard. A smile found its way onto your own face as you lifted your hand in a small wave.

"You too," you replied in English. "See you around!"

With one final smile and a polite nod, he turned and disappeared into the corridor after the others, the door slowly swinging shut behind him.

The room suddenly felt much quieter than it had just moments before.

You looked down at the notebook resting in your lap and couldn't help but smile to yourself.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨♡

𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

ᴛᴀɢꜱ⁀➴ (𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵!)

@bjoriis

[pipospi]

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀꜰꜰ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ - ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔⁀➴ Idol!Jungkook x fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒⁀➴ Jungkook x reader, slowburn, strangers to something..? Very story based!! Has a plot. The book has a slow start so bare with!

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠⁀➴ swearing, mature content, mention of alcohol, mentions of sexual content

.ᐟ.ᐟThis book contains oc's.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰♡

ᐟ.ᐟ𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦ᐟ.ᐟ

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘰. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣.

𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 -𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 - 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘢 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴⁀➴

As your eyes swept across the hotel's driveway, searching for the taxi that was supposed to be waiting for you, it didn't take long to realise this was nothing like the cabs you were used to stumbling into after a long night out of dancing and partying.

Parked at the entrance wasn't a taxi at all.

Instead, a sleek black Mercedes van sat quietly at the curb, its polished exterior gleaming beneath the morning sun. The heavily tinted windows hid the interior completely, giving away nothing about who or what could be hiding inside.

Shit... this is actually happening. The thought echoed through your head as your stomach twisted with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

You approached the van cautiously, still half-convinced there had been some sort of mistake. Surely this couldn't be for you.

But before you could second-guess yourself any further, the driver stepped out from the front seat and walked around to greet you. With a polite smile, he slid open the side door and gestured for you to climb in.

Well... That answered that.

You offered him a small bow in return. "Thank you."

Then, taking one steadying breath, you stepped into the luxurious vehicle, the door gliding shut behind you with a soft click.

You had an idea about where the Hybe building was located from your hotel, so you knew that this drive wouldn't take too long.

The drive there was quite and peaceful. Though your mind was completely contrast to that.

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The Mercedes glided through the security gates before pulling into HYBE's underground parking garage.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as the vehicle rolled to a gentle stop.

This was it.

The driver stepped out first, making his way around the vehicle before sliding the door open for you. Cool morning air rushed inside as you took one long, steady breath, desperately trying to calm the storm of nerves brewing in your chest.

Okay... you've got this.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and stepped out of the van, your trainers meeting the smooth concrete below. Tilting your head back, your eyes instinctively travelled upwards, taking in the towering glass building that stretched high above you.

HYBE.

You'd seen countless photos and videos of the building online, but standing in front of it was something else entirely. It somehow felt even bigger in person, its sleek glass exterior reflecting the morning sunlight.

A lump formed in your throat.

This was where some of the biggest artists in the world walked through every single day.

And now, so would you.

The driver retrieved your suitcase from the back before offering a polite bow.

"Welcome."

You returned the bow with a quiet smile, thanking him as you took hold of your luggage.

Drawing one final deep breath, you squared your shoulders and turned towards the towering entrance.

Time to make a first impression.

The driver set off at an unhurried pace, and you followed a few steps behind, your suitcase wheels quietly rolling across the polished floor.

The lobby was somehow even more impressive from the inside. Employees moved purposefully through the building, some carrying stacks of documents while others chatted quietly as they hurried past. Everyone seemed to know exactly where they were going. Judging by the familiar nods and smiles exchanged between the driver and the staff, he'd clearly worked here for a long time.

Neither of you spoke.

You weren't sure if he simply wasn't much of a talker or if he sensed your nerves, but you were grateful for the silence. It gave you a chance to gather your thoughts, though they still seemed to be racing a mile a minute.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a bank of elevators and pressed the call button.

The ride up to the fourth floor was short, accompanied only by the faint hum of the lift as the floor numbers climbed one by one.

Ding.

The doors slid open.

You stepped out behind him, your eyes immediately wandering around the corridor. It looked almost identical to the one downstairs, clean white walls, sleek glass panels, the corridor was small, with lots of small rooms each side of you the further you walked down.

surely someone's had to have gotten lost in this place.

The driver continued down the corridor before stopping outside a small office tucked away at the very end.

He pushed the door open and stepped aside.

"This will be your office."

Your eyebrows knitted together as you looked around the room.

It wasn't large, but it was bright and modern. A tidy desk sat beneath the window, opposite a couple of chairs, while shelves lined one wall, still mostly empty as if they were waiting to be filled.

You glanced back at the driver, unable to hide the confusion on your face.

"...My office?" You looked around once more. Why do I need an office?

You'd been hired as a makeup artist. Surely you were supposed to spend your days backstage or in dressing rooms...not tucked away behind a desk.

The man didn't answer.

"If you would like to place your belongings here please." He said swiftly. And of course, you weren't about to dismiss his orders, so you did as he said.

"Please follow me." The man turned back out of the room and made his way to the elevator you'd just came from.

This time he had pressed floor number 18. You didn't even know that this place had that many floors, and that wasn't even the last floor.

The elevator came to a smooth stop before the doors slid open with a quiet chime.

"Right this way," the driver said politely.

You adjusted the strap of your bag and followed him out, your trainers sinking slightly into the plush grey carpet.

The moment you rounded the corner, your eyes widened.

The floor stretched far further than you'd expected. It was one vast open-plan office, buzzing with quiet conversation and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards. Long rows of sleek wooden desks filled the room, each separated by frosted glass dividers that offered just enough privacy without making the space feel closed off.

Employees moved confidently between workstations, coffee cups in hand or tablets tucked beneath their arms. Some were deep in meetings behind floor-to-ceiling glass meeting rooms, while others hurried down the walkways with purpose, barely sparing a glance at the people passing by.

It was busy on this floor.

Everything seemed to move like clockwork, each person knowing exactly where they needed to be.

You, on the other hand, felt completely out of place.

Trying not to stare, you hurried after the driver until he stopped beside an empty desk near the far end of the office.

A woman, who looked to be in her thirties, greeted you with a warm smile as she stood from her chair. "You must be Y/N. Welcome to HYBE."

You returned the bow, introducing yourself before taking the seat she gestured towards.

"I'm Minji from Human Resources," she explained, placing a neat stack of documents onto the desk between you. "Before we can begin your first day, we'll need to complete a few formalities."

Your smile faltered ever so slightly as your eyes landed on the intimidating pile of paperwork.

"Oh..."

She let out a small laugh.

"Nothing too scary. Just your employment documents, emergency contact information, confidentiality agreements, and a few company policies."

Confidentiality agreements. Of course.

You were about to work alongside some of the biggest artists in the world. It would've been more surprising if they hadn'tasked you to sign one.

Minji slid a pen across the desk.

"Take your time reading everything. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask."

You nodded, taking the pen between your fingers before glancing at the first page.

NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT.

Seeing the bold title printed across the top made everything feel a little too real.

The stack of paperwork looked far thicker than you'd expected.

Minji noticed the way your eyes widened and laughed softly. "I promise it isn't as bad as it looks."

You smiled sheepishly before looking down at the first page.

Employment Contract.

The following pages covered everything from your position within BIGHIT MUSIC's styling department to your working hours, salary, emergency contacts, tax information, and employee benefits.

From one hour up too sixteen hours of work in a day?! you read a sentence from the paper infront of you. I mean, this was a one in a lifetime job opportunity, and you weren't about to reject an offer like this just because you might be getting overworked.

You worked through each page carefully, reading every line instead of simply skimming over it. As tempting as it was to sign wherever a highlighted tab pointed, you wanted to understand exactly what you were agreeing to.

Every so often, Minji would pause to explain a clause that sounded a little too formal or answer one of your many questions.

"So this just means..." you began, pointing at a paragraph.

"It means any creative work you produce while employed here belongs to the company," she explained kindly. "Things like makeup concepts, styling plans, or internal projects."

You nodded slowly before continuing. The next document immediately caught your attention.

NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT.

That one was considerably longer.

You found yourself rereading several paragraphs just to make sure you'd understood them correctly.

No sharing unreleased music.

No discussing future schedules.

No posting behind-the-scenes photographs.

No revealing personal information about artists or staff.

No speaking to the media without authorisation.

The list seemed endless.

Fair enough, you thought.

Considering who you'd be working with, you couldn't exactly blame them.

By the time you reached the final page, your signature had appeared more times than you could count.

Minji collected the documents into a neat pile before offering you a reassuring smile.

"That's everything."

You let out a dramatic breath. "I think I've written my name more times in the last thirty minutes than I have all year."

She laughed. "It does feel like that on your first day."

After handing you your employee identification card and explaining how to use it to access different floors, she walked you back through the corridor.

She was dressed very chic. Her hair was tied in a low slick back bun while she wore a matching blouse and skirt, accompanied by a polished black pair of heals.

"We'll be introducing you to the styling team shortly," she said. "In the meantime, you're welcome to settle into your office."

"My office..." you repeated quietly, still finding the words strange.

She smiled knowingly. "You'll get used to saying it." You nodded at her welcoming words. "If you need anything please do not hesitate to call this number-" She handed you a small card with her name and a telephone number attached to the front of it.

You accepted the offer with one final bow, Minji disappeared back towards the HR department, leaving you standing alone outside the small room.

You pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The office was exactly as you'd left it.

Sunlight poured through the large window, casting warm patches of light across the floor. The desk sat neatly beneath it, your company laptop waiting untouched alongside a leather notebook and a pen embossed with the BIGHIT MUSIC logo.

The room was quiet.

For the first time since arriving, there was no one talking to you, no forms to sign, and nowhere you needed to be.

Just silence.

You lowered yourself into the chair, letting out a long breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding.

Your eyes drifted to the employee pass hanging around your neck. You cringed at the photo that was attached to your pass. You definitely looked awkward in the photo.

BIGHIT MUSIC.

You picked it up between your fingers, staring at it for a moment before a smile slowly spread across your face.

It still didn't feel real.

Only a few hours ago, you'd been standing in the hotel room wondering whether you'd embarrass yourself before you'd even made it through the front doors.

Now... You were officially an employee.

Somewhere in this very building, BTS were probably going about their day completely unaware that, before long, you'd be working with them.

The thought made your stomach flutter all over again.

"Don't freak out," you muttered to yourself.

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After around 40 minutes of waiting and faffing about on the new MacBook you had gotten for free from the company, you heard a gentle knock come from behind your office door.

You froze.

Realising how ridiculous you must look, you scrambled upright, straightening your black fitted crop top and brushing invisible creases from your baggy Adidas joggers before making your way to the door with what you hoped resembled professionalism. You even decided to put on your thick black glasses, that you never wore out.

A firm knock echoed through the office.

You looked up from where you'd practically melted into the chair, one leg hooked over the armrest while the other lazily bounced against the floor. Somewhere between rereading the company handbook and absent-mindedly spinning yourself in circles, your posture had gone from new employee to sleepover at a friend's house.

"...Right."

With a quiet groan, you untangled yourself from the chair, quickly smoothing the creases from your trousers before running a hand through your hair. You glanced at your reflection in the dark computer monitor.

Presentable enough.

You crossed the room and pulled open the door.

Standing outside was a woman around your age, dressed smartly in black with an employee ID card clipped neatly to her blazer.

"Y/N?"

"That's me." You offered her a friendly smile

She offered a polite bow, which you immediately returned.

"I'm Sohin. I'll be accompanying you for the rest of the morning." Her voice was low and soft. You could tell she wasn't much of a talker, but she seemed sweet

"It's nice to meet you." You spoke

"You too." She smiled warmly. "If you'll follow me?"

You grabbed your access card from the desk and slipped it into your pocket before falling into step beside her.

The corridors were just as busy as before, employees weaving around one another with practiced ease. Every now and then you'd pass a familiar face from one of HYBE's artists plastered across promotional posters, but you forced yourself not to stare.

"So..." you began cautiously. "Where are we heading?"

"The styling department."

Your stomach fluttered. Finally.

The pair of you stepped into another lift before riding several floors higher. When the doors opened again, the atmosphere had shifted completely.

Glass-fronted studios lined both sides of the corridor. Inside, makeup artists worked carefully under bright vanity lights while stylists steamed outfits, organised accessories, and wheeled clothing racks from room to room.

Sohin led you into one of the larger makeup studios. This one was closed off. No glass walls to be seen

Your eyes widened.

The room was lined with illuminated mirrors, each station stocked with rows upon rows of luxury foundations, palettes, brushes and skincare products. Every item had its place, arranged with almost military precision.

"This will be one of the rooms you'll be working from," Sohin explained. "You'll be sharing the space with the rest of the BIGHIT styling team."

You slowly turned in a circle, taking everything in.

"This is..." You couldn't even find the words. "...Incredible."

She smiled, clearly used to seeing first-day reactions. "We'll give you a full tour later, but there's somewhere you need to be first."

You tore your eyes away from the endless collection of makeup. "Oh?"

"In about ten minutes, there's a production meeting."

Your expression shifted into one of confusion. "A production meeting?"

Sohin nodded. "The members, management, creative directors, stylists, makeup artists, hair team, and production staff will all be there."

You blinked. "...The members?"

"Bangtan Sonyeondan" She gave a small smile, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

You forgot how to breathe.

"We're beginning preparations for the filming of their upcoming music video, Hooligan," she continued. "Today's meeting is to discuss the overall concept, styling direction, makeup references, filming schedule, and everyone's responsibilities."

You stared at her. "So..." "I'm... going to that meeting?"

"Of course." She looked almost puzzled by the question. "You'll be one of the makeup artists assigned to the project. It's important that you're there from the beginning so you understand the creative vision."

Your brain had officially stopped functioning. For some reason it almost felt like there wasn't any time to even process this information. You knew it was wrong of you to look at the situation like this. This was now your job wich meant you had to keep your cool around the members and in these types of meetings.

Sohin glanced at the clock mounted on the wall. "We should head up."

You swallowed hard. And Followed just a few steps behind her

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The meeting room was already beginning to fill by the time you arrived.

Sohin opened the door and gestured for you to enter first. "Go ahead."

You stepped inside, immediately taking in the space.

Unlike the open-plan offices outside, this room felt much more private. A large wooden table sat in the centre, surrounded by neatly arranged chairs, while a large screen covered one of the walls displaying early concepts for the upcoming project. Printed documents, notebooks, and tablets were placed neatly in front of each seat, ready for the discussion ahead.

A few staff members were already inside.

Stylists, makeup artists, managers, and members of the creative team greeted one another comfortably, some catching up over quiet conversations while others reviewed the papers in front of them.

You offered polite bows as Sohin introduced you to a few of the staff members, trying your best to remember everyone's names while also reminding yourself to breathe.

Everyone here seemed so experienced. Meanwhile, you felt like your nerves were written across your forehead.

You took the seat Sohin directed you towards, placing your notebook neatly in front of you. Your fingers tapped lightly against the cover as you waited, trying to focus on the meeting ahead rather than the fact that, in just a few minutes, you would be sitting in the same room as the people whose music you'd listened to for years.

Act normal.

That was the only thought running through your head.

You are here because you deserve to be here.

The conversations around you continued until, suddenly, the atmosphere shifted.

The door opened casually, A few staff members immediately turned in their seats, smiles appearing across their faces.

Your heartbeat stuttered. You looked up.

The members entered the room one by one, accompanied by a couple of managers. They greeted the staff with familiar smiles and polite bows, thanking people as they passed by.

Everyone in the room treated them with respect, but there was also a comfortable familiarity between them. Staff members who had worked with them for years greeted them like colleagues rather than distant celebrities.

Small conversations broke out as they settled in, the room becoming warmer and more relaxed.

You stayed quiet, watching from your seat. This was strange.

You had seen them thousands of times before. On screens. In interviews. On stages filled with thousands of fans.

But this was different.

They just felt like ordinary people walking into a meeting before starting another busy day.

Your eyes followed them without you even realising, landing on a specific member. You felt your entire chest flutter, and the pit of your stomach flutter.

God he was beautiful.

Jeon Jungkook

For a moment, everything else seemed to blur into the background. It wasn't even anything specific.

Maybe it was the way he smiled while greeting one of the staff members. Maybe it was how effortlessly comfortable he seemed talking so casually to everyone around him. Maybe it was simply the fact that the person you'd only ever seen through a screen was suddenly standing only a few metres away.

You quickly looked away, almost annoyed at yourself.

Seriously?

You had been here for less than a day. You were supposed to be professional. You were supposed to focus on the job.

But when you looked back up again, watching him take his seat amongst the others, you couldn't deny the strange feeling settling in your chest.

Something about him had caught your attention.

And you had a feeling you were going to have a very difficult time ignoring it.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨♡

[kimtaegis]

angel cr. movewithsope

[pipospi]

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