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Reasons Why You Love Him
Scenario:BTS is at the billboard awards and they see you (a singer) in your blue sea themed dress.
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Megan
She is a rising singersongwriter with a unique sound influenced by classical music and pop. She is determined, humble, and creative. Megan experiences a dream come true when she meets her idols, BTS, at the Billboard Awards. She is invited for a backstage chat, where she discusses potential collaborations and shares her journey from struggling artist to gaining recognition. Her encounter with BTS, particularly Jimin's interest in her music, leaves her deeply impressed and inspired.
Jimin
He is a dedicated member of BTS and known for his intense focus on fitness and music production. He is artistic, driven, and introspective. Jimin shows genuine enthusiasm when discussing Megan's classical harmonies and plans to visit Los Angeles to work on new music. His supportive attitude towards Megan suggests a deep appreciation for artistry beyond mere fame. Their shared passion sparks potential for innovative musical projects in the future.
Jin
He is a member of the renowned Kpop group BTS. He is passionate, gentle, and supportive. Known for his beautiful vocals and kind demeanor, Jin draws Megan's attention at the Billboard Awards. His interest in Megan's music resonates with her classical influences. Despite being a global superstar, Jin takes the time to engage with Megan, fostering a connection that hints at future collaboration possibilities, which excites her deeply.
It was the year 2023 and I was at the Billboard Music Awards.
I had just released my first album and it had gotten a lot of attention.
I was a small-time singer, but I had a big dream.
My music style was different from others.
I loved classical music, so I mixed it with pop.
It gave my songs a unique twist.
"Hello, Megan!"
Someone called me from behind.
I turned around and saw Jin from BTS looking at me with a smile on his face.
"Hello," I said, trying to sound calm.
BTS was my favorite Kpop group and I couldn't believe that I was seeing them in person.
Jin walked toward me and I couldn't help but stare at him.
He was so handsome and talented.
"Wow, you look so beautiful in that dress," Jin said when he reached me.
"Thank you," I said, feeling shy.
I was wearing a blue sea-themed dress that matched the color of my album cover.
"I'm Jin from BTS."
"I know," I said, smiling at him.
"I'm a huge fan of your group."
"We've been listening to your songs," Jin said, making me feel surprised.
"You have a very unique style. We like the classical twist in your pop songs."
My heart was racing.
I couldn't believe that Jin from BTS was talking to me.
"Thank you," I said, trying to sound calm.
"I love your songs too. They're so catchy and meaningful."
Jin smiled at me.
"I'm glad you like them," he said.
"Come with me," he said, taking my hand in his.
I didn't know where he was taking me, but I didn't care.
I was just happy to be with him.
We walked through the crowded venue, Jin leading the way.
We passed by celebrities and staff members, all of whom were staring at us curiously.
I felt a little self-conscious, but I tried to ignore them and focus on Jin.
We finally reached a quiet section backstage, where there was a private lounge area for VIP guests.
The room was decorated with comfortable sofas and chairs, and there were several tables with drinks and snacks.
Jin led me to a corner of the room, where the other members of BTS were sitting on a plush sofa.
They looked up when they saw us approaching, and their eyes widened in surprise when they saw me with Jin. "Hello," Jin said, greeting his bandmates.
"This is Megan," he said, introducing me to them.
"Hello," I said, smiling at them nervously.
They all smiled back at me, except for one member who looked at me with a curious expression on his face.
"This is RM," Jin said, pointing to the member who had been looking at me curiously.
"And this is Jimin," he said, pointing to another member who was grinning at me widely.
"And this is V," he said, pointing to the member who had been looking at me with a curious expression on his face.
"And this is Jungkook," he said, pointing to the youngest member of the group who was sitting on the other side of the sofa.
"And this is Suga," he said, pointing to the member who was sitting next to Jungkook and looking at me with a serious expression on his face.
"And this is J-Hope," he said, pointing to the last member of the group who was sitting next to Suga and looking at me with a friendly smile on his face. "Hello," I said again, feeling a little overwhelmed by all the new faces around me.
As I stood there, surrounded by the members of BTS, I realized that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey.
After we all sat down in the plush VIP lounge seats, I noticed that my throat was getting dry.
I had been so excited and nervous to meet BTS that I hadn't realized how thirsty I was.
"Um, would anyone like a drink?"
I asked, standing up from my seat.
Jimin immediately stood up too.
"I'll go with you," he said, offering to accompany me to the bar.
V and Jin also spoke up.
"Can you get me some water?" asked V.
"And can you get me a cola?" asked Jin.
"Sure," I said, nodding at them.
As Jimin and I walked toward the bar, he asked me about my music.
"So, what inspired you to mix classical elements with pop in your songs?" he asked curiously.
"It was the only way I knew how to make my voice heard."
Balancing two drinks in each hand, I carefully navigated through the crowded venue alongside Jimin.
He carried the remaining beverages, occasionally pausing to ensure nothing spilled.
The walk back to the VIP lounge felt different from our initial trip to the bar.
This time, it was more relaxed and less rushed.
Jimin continued to ask me questions about my musical journey, particularly my classical training.
I explained that I had started taking lessons at a young age and that it had always been my passion.
When we reached the entrance to the VIP lounge, a security guard nodded at us and opened the door.
Inside, the other members of BTS were deep in conversation but looked up as we approached.
V immediately reached out for his water, while Jin accepted his cola with a grateful smile.
Settling back into my spot on the plush VIP couch, I handed RM his drink last.
"Thank you," he said in perfect English, surprising me with his fluency.
"So, tell us more about your songwriting process," he asked, leaning forward slightly.
The other members also leaned in, genuinely interested in hearing about my creative process.
Jimin sat beside me, occasionally translating complex musical terms for the others.
I explained that I usually started by composing a melody on the piano first.
Once I had a solid foundation, I would layer in modern beats and electronic elements to give it a contemporary twist.
V nodded enthusiastically as I spoke, clearly intrigued by my approach.
Jin mentioned that he had recognized snippets of classical pieces in some of my songs and asked if I drew inspiration from specific composers.
I smiled at his observation and shared that I often found solace in the works of Chopin and Debussy. The conversation flowed naturally now, and I found myself forgetting that I was sitting among global superstars.
It felt like a casual gathering of friends discussing their shared passion for music.
At one point, Jungkook began humming one of my melodies softly under his breath.
In that moment, I realized I had found my place.
While we continued to discuss potential collaborations and ideas for future songs, my phone started buzzing in my purse.
At first, I tried to ignore it, not wanting to disrupt the conversation.
But as the buzzing persisted, I couldn't help but wonder who was trying to reach me.
I discreetly reached into my bag and checked the screen.
Multiple texts from my friends flashed across the notifications.
They had seen me on the awards show livestream with BTS and were freaking out.
I quickly silenced my phone and slipped it back into my purse, hoping no one had noticed.
However, Jin caught a glimpse of my screen and gave me a knowing smile.
Jimin leaned over curiously, asking what made me blush so deeply.
I sat quietly, deliberately avoiding eye contact with him.
The other members continued their animated discussion about music production, completely unaware of the subtle exchange between us.
RM was in the midst of explaining his ideas for incorporating classical elements into their next album.
Jungkook was enthusiastically nodding along, suggesting that they could experiment with orchestral arrangements.
V began describing a recent studio session where he had incorporated elements of traditional Korean music into one of his solo tracks.
As the conversation continued, my phone buzzed again, this time more insistently.
I kept it face-down on my lap, trying not to draw attention to myself.
Jimin leaned closer, his voice low and teasing as he asked if I was ignoring someone important.
I shifted slightly away from him, pretending to be engrossed in V's story about his recent studio session.
But Jimin's questioning look lingered, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me.
The tension between us grew thicker than ever before.
Jin cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence that had settled over us.
"Is everything alright?" Jin asked gently, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
I hesitated, then decided to be honest. "It's just my friends—they're freaking out because they saw me with you guys on the livestream."
I fidgeted with my phone, unsure of how to handle the situation.
RM noticed my discomfort and reached out, his hand brushing against mine as he took the phone from me.
"Let's make this moment special for them too," he said with a warm smile.
My hands trembled slightly as I unlocked the screen and handed it to him.
The flood of texts from my best friend Sarah filled the screen.
She had seen me on the livestream and couldn't believe her eyes.
RM's eyes scanned through the messages, a small smile playing on his lips.
The other members gathered around, curious about what was causing such a commotion.
Jin peered over RM's shoulder, reading some of the texts aloud for everyone to hear.
Sarah's excitement was palpable even through the screen, and soon, all of them were grinning at me.
RM looked at me with kind eyes and asked if I would like to FaceTime Sarah with all of them.
I nodded, my heart racing with excitement as I realized this moment would be unforgettable for both me and my friends.
My trembling fingers hovered over Sarah's contact as RM leaned closer to get in frame.
The other members crowded around us on the VIP lounge couch, with Jimin and Jin squeezing in on either side of me.
V playfully waved his hands in front of the camera, practicing how he would greet Sarah when she answered.
The phone rang once, twice, and I held my breath.
The familiar connecting sound echoed through the quiet lounge.
I gripped the phone tighter, watching the screen flicker as it tried to establish the video connection.
As we waited for Sarah to answer, the video call kept freezing and dropping.
The members shifted around us, trying to find the best angle to fit everyone in frame.
Suddenly, a staff member in a black suit appeared beside us.
He held what looked like a mobile WiFi device in his hand and gestured to my phone.
"Excuse me," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the hum of the venue's background noise.
"I noticed you're having trouble with your connection. I can help boost the signal."
I hesitated, unsure if I should hand over my unlocked phone to a stranger.
But RM nodded reassuringly at me, indicating it was fine.
The staff member smiled politely and took my phone from me.
He connected it to some sort of private network, typing quickly on the small screen of the device in his hand.
Jimin and Jin shifted on the couch, making room for him to sit beside us.
The staff member handed the phone back to me, and I noticed the connection bars were finally full.
"Thank you," I said gratefully, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded and gave a small bow before disappearing into the crowd of staff members.
I positioned the phone to capture all of us in the frame.
Jimin shifted closer on the cramped couch, his shoulder pressing against mine.
I tried to hold the phone steady, but my hands trembled slightly as I opened FaceTime again.
The other members leaned in, creating a warm huddle around me.
As I tapped Sarah's contact to start the video call again, Jimin reached over and placed his hand on top of mine, helping me hold the phone steady.
The touch sent a jolt through me, and I couldn't help but notice how close we were.
I stared at the phone screen as Sarah's image materialized, her eyes widening in shock.
Before I could say anything, she let out a loud squeal that made everyone laugh.
Jimin's hand remained steady over mine, helping me hold the phone as Sarah babbled rapidly about seeing me on the livestream.
The BTS members crowded closer, their faces filling the screen as they waved and greeted her.
V threw up peace signs while Jin flashed his signature heart gesture.
Sarah's face turned bright red when RM leaned forward to say hello, and she covered her mouth in shock.
I glanced at the time on my phone and saw that it was almost time for us to return to the main ceremony.
Sarah was still talking rapidly when Jimin gently squeezed my hand, signaling that we needed to wrap things up.
I nodded subtly, trying not to interrupt Sarah's excited ramblings.
"Sarah, I'm so glad you could see us," I said, trying to cut in between her words.
"But we have to get back to the main ceremony now. I promise I'll call you later and fill you in on all the details."
Sarah nodded, still looking starstruck as she waved goodbye.
I ended the call and handed my phone back to RM, who tucked it into his pocket.
The other members started standing up from the couch, straightening their suits and smoothing their hair.
Jin offered me his hand, helping me up from the couch.
I smoothed out my blue dress, making sure it was in place. RM led our group toward the exit of the room, where security guards were waiting to escort us back to the main hall.
We would have to take our separate seats again for the remaining awards.
As we walked down the hallway, Jimin leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Did your friend like seeing us?"
I smiled and nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
"She loved it," I replied, as we stepped back into the dazzling lights of the main hall.
The staff member gestured for us to follow her, leading us toward a dimly lit service corridor.
I hesitated for a moment, but RM nodded that it was okay.
The young woman in a black uniform with a headset around her neck led our group down the narrow corridor, past stacked equipment cases and coiled cables.
Jimin walked beside me, occasionally steadying my arm when my heels caught on uneven patches of flooring.
The narrow passage forced us to walk in pairs, with Jin and V chatting quietly behind us.
Through the walls, I could hear the muffled sound of the awards show continuing.
As we turned a corner, Jimin leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Are you doing okay?" he asked, his eyes searching my face with concern.
I nodded, smiling weakly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed," I admitted, my voice barely audible over the hum of machinery and distant applause.
Jimin's hand tightened around my arm, offering reassurance.
"We'll be back at our seats soon," he said softly.
The staff member leading us stopped abruptly in front of a door.
She turned to face us, her expression apologetic.
"This is where we split up," she explained, gesturing to different doors that led to various parts of the auditorium.
"I'll take you to your seats."
RM nodded, his eyes scanning the group.
"Let's go," he said, leading the way through the designated door.
As I stepped forward, my heel caught on a loose wire lying across the floor.
I stumbled, catching myself just in time before falling face-first onto the concrete ground.
Jin grabbed my arm from behind, pulling me back just as I was about to hit the ground.
I gasped in surprise, my heart racing from the close call.
"Are you okay?" he asked urgently, his hand still gripping my arm tightly. Jimin paused beside us, watching with concern etched on his face.
I took a deep breath and nodded slowly, trying to steady myself against Jin's firm grasp.
"Yeah... I think so," I managed to say, my voice shaky from the adrenaline rush.
Jin didn't let go of my arm as he carefully examined my ankle to see if it was injured from the fall.
V and the other members continued walking ahead of us, their voices growing fainter as they disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
Jin's touch was gentle yet firm as he checked for any signs of injury on my ankle.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly, his eyes scanning every inch of my skin with concern.
I shook my head, feeling a warmth spread through me at his tender care.
"No... it's fine. Just a little shaken up," I admitted truthfully. Jin nodded thoughtfully and then helped me stand upright again.
"Be more careful," Jin said softly, releasing my arm but staying close.
Jimin gave me a reassuring smile, his eyes filled with warmth.
"You're not alone in this," he murmured, glancing at the others ahead.
I gripped Jin's arm tightly as we continued walking, my ankle still a bit tender from the stumble.
We were getting closer to the entrance of the auditorium, and the muffled sounds of the awards show grew louder with each step.
Through the window of the service door, I could see a sliver of the bright stage lights and the packed audience seated in anticipation.
Jimin walked ahead, checking if the coast was clear before we re-entered.
RM spoke quietly to one of the security guards, discussing the best way to get us back to our seats without disrupting the show.
V leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on me with concern.
"We should wait until this performance ends," he suggested, his voice low and thoughtful.
Jin nodded in agreement, glancing at the stage through the small window.
"Yeah, it's better not to draw attention," he said, his tone practical yet gentle.
I looked at V, grateful for his consideration, and whispered, "Thanks for looking out for me."
The performance ended, and the audience erupted into applause as the performers took their final bows.
I slipped into my seat, grateful for the loud noise and darkness that hid my flushed face.
The people in my row whispered to each other, pointing at me.
They must have seen me with BTS on the livestream.
I pretended to focus on the stage, adjusting my dress and smoothing my hair.
But I couldn't help sneaking a glance toward the VIP section where BTS was seated.
Jimin caught my eye and gave a subtle wave.
I waved back, feeling a slight tremble in my hand.
The woman next to me nudged me with her elbow and whispered, "Do you really know them?"
I nodded silently, still trying to process everything that had just happened in the VIP lounge.
She leaned closer, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"How did you meet them?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and excitement.
I hesitated for a moment, then whispered back, "It's a long story, but let's just say it started with a chance encounter at a coffee shop."
She nodded, her expression filled with awe.
"That's amazing," she whispered, glancing at the stage where the presenter was walking up to the microphone.
I gripped the armrests of my seat tightly, trying to steady my breathing as the presenter began speaking.
The woman next to me kept whispering questions about BTS, but I barely heard her.
My category for Best New Artist was coming up next, and my heart was racing.
The envelope appeared on stage, golden under the bright spotlights.
I glanced toward the VIP section again, catching Jimin's encouraging smile.
The presenter began reading the nominees, and my hands grew clammy.
The massive screens above the stage started showing clips from each artist's performances.
I grip my armrests tighter as the presenter opens the envelope, the paper crinkling loudly through the speakers.
My stomach churns while she adjusts the microphone stand, her movements seeming to take forever.
The spotlight sweeps across the audience, momentarily blinding me.
I squint through the glare toward the VIP section, catching Jin's reassuring nod.
The presenter pauses dramatically, and the room falls completely silent.
My neighbor grabs my arm in anticipation.
The paper rustles again as the presenter leans into the microphone.
"And the Billboard Award for Best New Artist goes to..." she announces, her voice echoing through the hall.
"...you!" she exclaims, her voice filled with excitement.
I gasp, my mind reeling as the audience erupts into applause.
Jimin stands up, clapping enthusiastically, and shouts, "You did it! We knew you could!"
I rise from my seat, clutching my award with trembling hands.
Staff members in suits hurry over, guiding me toward the backstage area.
The bright lights and thunderous applause fade behind me as I follow them through a dim corridor.
My heels click against the polished floor, echoing off the walls.
My heart races with anticipation, knowing BTS will be waiting for me backstage.
As we approach an open door, I catch glimpses of their distinctive suits and colorful hair.
Jin spots me first and nudges the others.
I quicken my pace, the award nearly slipping from my sweaty grip.
Jimin steps forward with open arms, his smile radiant under the stage lights.
"You were incredible out there," Jimin says, pulling me into a warm hug.
"Thanks," I reply, my voice shaky with emotion. "I couldn't have done it without your support."
Jin chuckles softly, adding, "We knew from the start you had something special."
I clutch my award tightly, its weight solid in my hands.
Jin and the others offer their congratulations, patting me on the back and smiling.
The staff disperses, leaving us alone in a quiet corner near the service exit.
The dim backstage lights cast long shadows across the floor.
Jin steps closer, his eyes fixed on mine as he reaches for my trembling hands still gripping the trophy.
His fingers brush against mine while steadying the award, and I notice how warm they feel against my skin.
The other members chat among themselves, giving us a moment of privacy.
My breath catches when Jin's hands don't pull away.
Instead, he keeps hold of mine, his expression growing more serious.
I watch as Jin carefully lifts the award from my grip, his fingers brushing against mine.
He examines the golden trophy under the dim backstage lights.
The other members fall silent, their eyes fixed on us.
I notice Jimin watching intently from beside the service exit.
Jin's gaze meets mine as he places the award on a nearby table.
"You must be hungry after all this excitement," he says softly, his voice carrying through the quiet backstage area.
"We know a quiet restaurant nearby - just us and good food."
He gestures toward the private exit where their manager waits.
My heart skips a beat when I realize they're inviting me to dinner.
I nod, trying to suppress the grin spreading across my face.
"That sounds perfect," I reply, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
Jimin claps his hands together, exclaiming, "Great! Let's celebrate properly, just like family."
We follow BTS through the venue's back corridors toward the parking area.
My award is now safely packed away, and I've exchanged my heels for more comfortable shoes.
Jin walks beside me, closer than necessary in the narrow space.
When I stumble slightly on my heels, his hand immediately finds my lower back to steady me.
The touch lingers even after I regain my balance.
The other members walk ahead, led by security, but Jin maintains his protective position next to me.
His cologne fills my senses as we navigate the dim hallway.
When we reach a set of heavy doors, Jin steps forward to hold them open for me.
I pause just outside the doors, shivering as the evening breeze hits my bare shoulders.
Jin notices and quickly shrugs off his suit jacket, draping it over me before I can protest.
The jacket carries his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne.
"Thank you," I whisper, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.
Security guides us toward a sleek black van parked in the shadows, its engine humming quietly.
The other members file in first, leaving Jin and me to follow last.
Jin keeps his hand on my back as we make our way across the uneven pavement, helping me navigate in my heels.
As we approach the van, Jin leans closer and murmurs, "You know, this isn't just about the award."
I glance up at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"
He smiles softly, his eyes earnest. "We've been wanting to get to know you better for a while now."
I lean against the cool metal exterior of the van, the sound of muffled chatter coming from inside.
Jin reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.
He unlocks it and opens his contacts page.
"Let me give you my number," he says softly, "so we can talk about music anytime."
My fingers tremble slightly as I recite my number to him.
He types each digit carefully, his brow furrowed in concentration.
After saving it, he sends me a quick text - a simple heart emoji.
The message notification lights up my phone screen, making this surreal moment suddenly very real.
I look up at Jin, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief.
"Does this mean we'll be collaborating?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jin nods, his smile widening. "If you're up for it, we'd love to create something amazing together."
I stand beside the open door of the van, my heart racing at the thought of working with BTS.
Jin saves my number, his fingers moving deftly across the screen.
The interior lights of the van illuminate the other members already settled inside.
Jimin waves from the back row, a bright smile on his face.
Jin gestures for me to enter first, his hand hovering protectively near my back.
I grip the door handle tightly, steadying myself before climbing into the van.
The leather seats creak softly as I carefully maneuver past RM and V, trying not to step on anyone's feet in my heels.
Jin's jacket still drapes over my shoulders, carrying his comforting scent.
I slide into the seat next to Jin, the leather cool against my skin.
The interior of the van smells of leather and a hint of his cologne.
Jin settles in beside me, his arm brushing against mine.
V and RM occupy the row in front of us, their conversation hushed.
Behind us, Jimin, Jungkook, and J-Hope are already seated in the back row.
The close quarters make me acutely aware of Jin's presence - his steady breathing, the occasional brush of his knee against mine when the van moves.
Their manager starts the engine, and we begin to pull away from the venue.
Jin leans closer to me, his shoulder pressing against mine as he holds up his phone.
"I'll text you later, okay?"
He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
I nod, my cheeks warming up.
The van hits a bump, causing me to lurch forward.
I grab the seat in front of me to steady myself, my fingers curling around the leather edge.
As I pull myself back into my seat, I feel the fabric of my dress slide slightly down my shoulder.
My heart skips a beat as I realize that my blue lace bra is now partially visible.
Warmth floods my face, and I quickly reach for Jin's jacket to cover myself.
But before I can, Jin's hand moves swiftly, pulling the jacket higher around my shoulders.
His touch is gentle but firm, shielding me from view.
The other members in the van politely avert their eyes, pretending not to notice the wardrobe malfunction. "Thank you," I whisper to Jin, clutching the lapels of his jacket tightly around me.
He gives me a reassuring smile and turns his attention back to his phone.
I can't help but feel a mix of relief and embarrassment at the unexpected exposure.
The van speeds into the night, carrying us toward a future I never dared to dream.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, aware that Jin caught a glimpse of my blue lace bra during the bump.
Though he quickly covered me with his jacket, I notice his eyes occasionally flickering to where the delicate pattern of my bra peeks out at my shoulder.
The van's dim interior lights cast shadows on our faces as we turn onto a main street, the city lights blurring past outside.
Jin's phone screen illuminates his features, and I catch him typing something.
He turns to me, showing me the screen.
"Where do you want to eat?"
I glance at the options he has listed - a mix of Korean restaurants and international cuisine.
Before I can respond, Jin's gaze drifts down again, this time to where the jacket has slipped slightly off my shoulder once more.
I follow his line of sight and notice that a small portion of my bra is visible again.
My fingers fumble with the fabric, trying to adjust it properly.
Just as I manage to cover myself, the van hits another bump, causing me to jolt forward slightly.
I lean closer to Jin's phone screen, trying to see the options while keeping his jacket in place.
The dim light from his screen casts a faint glow on our faces.
I scroll through the options with him, and images of traditional Korean dishes appear on the screen.
When a familiar photo of bibimbap comes up, I point at it, my finger brushing against his screen.
The jacket slips off my shoulder again, and I quickly grab it with my other hand.
Jin notices my struggle and gently adjusts the collar around my shoulder.
His fingers brush against my skin for a moment before he pulls away.
"Are you okay?" Jin asks softly, concern lacing his voice.
I nod, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks again.
"Sorry about that," he continues, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
I shift away from him slightly, using the movement to discreetly adjust my dress under his jacket.
My fingers find the loose strap that keeps making the dress slip, and I carefully tuck it back into place while pretending to look at my phone.
The blue lace bra finally stays hidden as I secure the dress properly.
Jin notices my adjustments but keeps his eyes on his phone, giving me privacy.
When I finish fixing my clothes, I settle back into my seat, relieved to feel more secure.
"Hey," Jin says, breaking the silence, "I know this might sound weird, but I think your dress is beautiful."
I blink in surprise, caught off guard by his unexpected compliment.
"Thanks," I reply softly, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with embarrassment.
I sit at the private table with Jin, still wearing his jacket over my dress.
The silence between us feels heavy after his compliment in the van.
I look down at the jacket, feeling a mix of gratitude and awkwardness.
"Here we are," Jin says, breaking the silence.
I nod, my eyes fixed on the table setting.
"Thanks for bringing me here," I say softly.
Jin smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"You're welcome," he replies, his voice low and gentle.
I reach up to remove his jacket, intending to return it to him.
But before I can, Jin catches my hand and stops me.
"Keep it," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.
I meet his gaze, and for a moment, our eyes lock.
The intensity of his stare makes my heart skip a beat.
Then we both look away, breaking the connection. Just then, a waiter approaches our table with a large chocolate soufflé and two spoons in hand.
"Compliments of the house," he says with a smile.
"For the lovely couple."
Jin and I exchange startled glances before bursting into awkward laughter.
"Well, I guess we look convincing," Jin chuckles, picking up a spoon.
I grin, feeling the tension ease. "Maybe we should thank them for the free dessert."
Jin nods, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Or maybe it's fate trying to tell us something."
I reach for the silver spoon beside the warm chocolate soufflé, my hand trembling slightly.
Jin's jacket still drapes over my shoulders as we sit in the dim restaurant lighting.
The dessert's rich aroma fills the air between us.
When I notice Jin hasn't picked up his spoon yet, I pause.
He's watching me with a gentle smile, waiting for me to take the first bite.
The waiter placed only one spoon between us, making me realize we'll have to share.
I hesitate, glancing at Jin.
"Are you sure you don't mind sharing?" I ask, feeling a bit shy.
Jin chuckles softly, leaning closer. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
I scoop a small bite of the chocolate soufflé, aware of Jin's eyes on me.
Before I can take the bite, movement catches my attention through the glass divider separating us from the rest of the restaurant.
I freeze, the spoon hovering near my mouth.
Through the divider, I see V and Jimin sitting at another table.
They're trying to hide behind menus, but it's clear they're watching us.
Jin follows my gaze and chuckles when he sees them.
I lower the spoon, feeling embarrassed by their presence.
But then I notice more familiar faces.
RM and Jungkook are at another table, pretending to study their phones while stealing glances our way.
It seems our dinner isn't as private as we thought.
I set the spoon down, feeling a bit flustered by the unexpected audience.
Jin notices my unease and gently takes the spoon from my trembling hand.
He leans in, whispering conspiratorially, "Looks like we've got quite the fan club tonight."
I can't help but laugh softly, shaking my head. "I guess privacy isn't an option when you're friends with them."
Jin grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, let's give them a show they won't forget."
I hold the spoon with trembling fingers as Jin leans forward, his eyes locked on mine.
The chocolate soufflé steams between us, its rich aroma filling the air.
Through the glass divider, V and Jimin peek at us, their faces hidden behind menus.
Jin's jacket slides on my shoulders as I carefully lift a small bite toward him.
The restaurant's dim lighting casts shadows across his face, making this feel more intimate than I intended.
When Jin opens his mouth slightly, I guide the spoon forward.
His lips close around it softly, and I hear a muffled squeal from Jimin's direction.
Jin swallows, then grins at me with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Think they got their money's worth?" he asks, nodding subtly toward our audience.
I chuckle, feeling a bit bolder. "If not, we might have to charge them for the next act."
I stir the melting soufflé with my spoon while Jin and I exchange amused glances at our spying bandmates.
The chocolate dessert grows cold as we both hesitate, knowing the next move could change everything.
When Jin asks what we should do next, his voice carries a hint of uncertainty I've never heard before.
I set down the spoon and adjust his jacket around my shoulders, buying time to think.
The private booth suddenly feels smaller as Jin waits for my response.
I take a deep breath, meeting his gaze with newfound resolve.
"I think..."
I grip the edge of the table, my heart pounding in my chest.
The chocolate soufflé sits forgotten between us, its once-steaming surface now cold and congealed.
Jin watches me intently, his eyes filled with anticipation and a hint of uncertainty.
His jacket feels heavy on my shoulders as I shift closer to him in our intimate booth.
Through the glass divider, I see V's eyes widen with excitement, and Jimin nearly drops his menu in anticipation.
Jin's cologne fills my senses as I lean toward him, our faces mere inches apart.
His eyes widen slightly, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.
My hands tremble as I muster up the courage to make my next move.
The restaurant's dim lighting casts shadows across Jin's face, making this moment feel even more surreal.
I close the distance, sealing our unspoken promise with a kiss.
I lean back in the booth, my heart pounding wildly as Jin's lips brush against mine.
The chocolate soufflé sits forgotten between us, its once-steaming surface now cold and congealed.
Through the glass divider, I hear muffled gasps from V and Jimin, but I can't tear my eyes away from Jin's intense gaze.
His jacket still covers my shoulders, a reminder of the intimate moment we've just shared.
I struggle to steady my breathing as I sit there, frozen in stunned silence.
Jin's cologne fills my senses, and I can feel his warm breath on my skin.
The restaurant's dim lighting casts shadows across his face, making this moment feel even more surreal.
As the seconds tick by, I gather up the courage to meet his eyes again.
Jin reaches across the table, gently taking my trembling hand in his.
His touch sends shivers down my spine as he leans forward, our faces inches apart once more.
The tension between us is palpable as we share a moment of raw vulnerability. The sound of clinking glasses and muted conversations drifts through the restaurant, but all I can focus on is the warmth of Jin's hand wrapped around mine.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I search for the right words to say.
The weight of our shared secret hangs heavy in the air, and I know that whatever I say next will change everything between us forever.
As I lean forward again, Jin's eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away.
I whisper those words I've held back for so long, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
"Let's not pretend anymore."
I pull Jin's jacket tighter around me as we sit in silence, the only sound between us the soft hum of the restaurant.
The chocolate soufflé remains untouched on the table, its once-steaming surface now cold and congealed.
Jin's eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of surprise and understanding.
The weight of my confession hangs heavy in the air, and I can feel the anticipation building between us.
Suddenly, Jin reaches into the inner pocket of his jacket near my shoulder.
His fingers brush against my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he retrieves a folded piece of paper.
The paper is worn at the edges, creased from being tucked away for a long time.
Jin's hands tremble slightly as he smooths out the paper on the table.
"There's something you need to know," he says quietly, his voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.
V and Jimin stop pretending to read their menus, their eyes fixed intently on us through the glass divider.
My own hands tremble as I watch Jin slide the paper toward me across the table.
I watch as Jin's trembling hands smooth the creased paper on the table.
His cologne lingers on the jacket around my shoulders as he carefully unfolds each corner.
Through the glass divider, V and Jimin lean forward, abandoning their menus completely.
When Jin finally flattens the paper, I see elegant script detailing a weekend reservation at an exclusive beachside resort.
My eyes widen as I take in the date - this coming weekend.
Jin's voice is soft and filled with emotion as he explains, "I booked it a while ago... hoping you'd win tonight. I wanted to celebrate properly."
The thoughtfulness of his gesture leaves me speechless.
V's voice cuts through the silence, barely containing his excitement.
"Does this mean what I think it means?"
Jimin nudges V, whispering urgently, "Shh, let them have their moment!"
