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95liners3rdmember · 4 years

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Worth It

Chapter Five: The Note

Word Count: 3070

Chapter Four: Whelp...

After a very long and somewhat restful weekend, I’m on my way back into work. Over the weekend Hoseok, Jin and Jungkook made an appearance at my apartment to check up on me. Namjoon and Yoongi both made an effort by texting me, knowing that I really wanted to be left alone. Taehyung made a whole scene out of it though, he came bursting through the door with his boxy smile turned on and a bag of take out. Taehyung was actually very helpful with planning my sister’s flights. But I think the gesture that really threw me off was a text from an unknown number telling me that they hoped I’d feel better soon. My gut instinct tells me that it’s the one member that didn’t make his presence known. It was sweet of them and very thoughtful.

Early this morning, everyone left for Osaka which meant the minimal staff is left at the company. It’s going to be lonely for the next two weeks without them around but it gives me time to work at my own pace. There are a few things that I want to change before teaching everyone. I even want to brainstorm over the new solo songs.

Moving into an isolated practice room, I connect the camera to the tripod and connect it to the tv. But first I need to call my sister and walk through the plan for her plane ride.

Nat’s face brightens up the screen as she smiles widely. There’s music playing softly in the background and instantly I can tell that it’s a BTS song. She’s going to lose her mind when she finds out that in a few weeks she will be in the same room as them.

“Well hello dear elder sister. To what do I owe this call?”

“Weirdo. I’m just calling to tell you that I’ve emailed you a ticket this morning. Pack your bags, you’re coming to Seoul.”

“Are you SERIOUS?! I didn’t actually think you’d fly me out.”

“I aim to please. You’ll be staying for a week. But there are a few rules to go over. Those can wait till you get here though.”

“You are literally the best, hold on ...I can stay for a week?!”

The screen is paused as she looks at the tickets I sent her. The gut aching laugh I let out echoes around the room. If anyone were to walk by they would think I’m som crazy person. Dropping down on to the floor, mindful of the knee, I lay flat against the ground and hover the phone above me.

“I think Jimin doesn’t like me.”

It comes out of the blue and the entire vibe between us shift from lighthearted to serious. The smile that was on my face a few seconds ago fades and turns into a deep frown.

“I understand that I wasn’t supposed to make friends with them and get too close but I need to have some sort of relationship with each member. But I feel like Jimin honestly doesn’t trust me or my dancing ability.”

As the words flow out my heart clenches up and aches. Deep down I would love to be close friends with them. But considering who they are and their statuses, there’s no way that can really happen. The only reason why Namjoon and I have been able to keep our friendship is because of the distance. I know that we are going to bicker and disagree on a few things here and there since we will be seeing each other everyday. But him and I can work through it.

Jimin and I though ...that's another story.

“You’re worrying too much y/n. I know that deep down you wanted Jimin to be impressed and that you looked forward to working with him the most. Just give him some time and space. Maybe everything will be worked out when he comes back from tour.”

We stare at the screens in silence as the words sink in. I maybe did come off a little too bossy when I talked to him in the practice room, but I had good intentions. I’ve seen in the past when he overworked himself and I just want to make sure that doesn’t happen again.

“Plus he’s your bias so you’ve always ha-”

“Seriously! SHHH! We aren’t going to bring that up when you’re here either. And I wouldn’t say bias, more like someone I look up to.”

Nat wiggles her brows and I huff out in annoyance. If she acts like this here, then I’m screwed.

Saying a quick goodbye, I turn off my call and connect my phone to the speaker system. It’s on a random playlist that I created. Mostly made of BTS songs but a few other bands are thrown in there.

Dancing alone has always left me with the feeling of peace. I’m not having to worry about teaching someone else or keeping rhythm with another person. There’s no tension, my body can just relax and move with the music. It clears my head to where I don’t have to worry about anything besides the steps. Nothing outside of the closed door of the practice room matters.

It works at first but in all honesty I’m still trying to piece together a way to either apologize to Jimin or get him to warm up to me. The first two days seemed like we would get along just fine. I’m guessing I overstepped a boundary. But if that was Jimin that texted me, why didn’t he just use the number Taehyung gave me?

The other night we were getting along just fine too. But...ugh...Why am I having such a hard time with this? Better yet why am I letting it get to me so much?

Just as my foot lands on the floor my knee tweaks which causes me to shuffle and spin down to the ground. Here I was thinking it was completely healed. Looks like I’ll have to take the rest of the day easy and sit in my office. I know that they were supposed to be sending out emails of concept ideas for tour and stage layouts. Also, I need to get all of the backup dancers scheduled next month to teach them too.

Looks like I’m going to call it a day on dancing. I’ll have to take everyone’s advice about going slow and taking my time. Taking down all of the equipment doesn’t take long and before I know it I’m back at my office door. My hand rests on the handle but what stops me from entering is the note taped on the glass.

‘Ms. y/l/n please come to the front desk at your earliest convenience. Thank you.’

Strange. Quickly I open the door to set everything down and to change out of my tank top into a loose button up before leaving the room again.

The halls are quiet as I make my way down to the main lobby. With most of the staff gone, it seems strange being in the company. I can’t go and crash in Namjoon’s studio while he’s working to kill some time. Turning the corner I see a few other staff walking towards one of the break rooms, they wave hello and I returned the gesture with a wide smile. Even though I’m the newest addition to the BigHit team they all have been very nice and welcoming. At the front desk is a woman, she looks to be around my age or slightly older, who’s typing away at the computer in front of her.

“Hello, I was told to come down.”

“Oh hello y/n. I was wondering when I was going to meet you. Oh yes, there was a delivery here for you. We tried to take it to your office for you but we figured you were in the practice room and didn’t want to bother you.”

“A delivery?”

Why would I be getting something delivered here at the company? If my family were to send something they would at least give me a notice so I knew to look for it. Scrunching my brows I watch as she grabs out a white envelope and holds it out for me. Hesitantly I take it and examine the outside. There’s nothing written on it at all. No name or anything.

“Are you sure this is for me? It’s not addressed to anyone.”

The smile on her face falters for a moment, almost like she’s trying to figure out what to say. Quickly she recovers and smiles even wider.

“I’m sure it’s for you. Have a great day y/n! Maybe we could get lunch one day while bangtan is out on the road?”

“Oh… sure um…”

“Mina, I’m Mina. Just let me know when you’re free. I’ll see you soon.” She waves again and then turns her attention to the postman that snuck in during our conversation.

Walking slowly down the hallway, my fingers gently tear open the envelope and pull out a neatly folded letter. My heart stills and drops to my stomach as I read the writing slowly.

‘When I come back, I’d like to talk. I hope you feel better and don’t overdo yourself while we are gone.

Jimin’

That was completely unexpected. Tucking the paper back into the envelope, I feel myself start to get anxious. There’s no doubt in my mind that he wants to talk about what happened, but this could go one of two ways. Hopefully it goes the way I want it and we will be friendly. But the world works in mysterious ways sometimes.

Shortly after dinner I find myself lying on the couch in complete boredom. Today was a productive day at least, I managed to finish out the schedule for the next few months. The company also hired someone to assist me for when I teach the backup dancers. There’s a few dances where we will need them so the help is welcomed. Fake Love is coming along, next we are going to work on Idol and the Mic Drop remix.

The videographer told me that there was going to be a lot of shooting for those two and his concepts sound really impressive. It’s almost intimidating. There’s going to be a lot of work put into all of the music videos for the Love Yourself trilogy so I need to make sure that all of the members have the moves down and are comfortable doing them. We all are going to have to work hard but it will pay off.

Across the room my phone starts ringing, who could be calling me this hour? Rolling myself off the couch I shuffle to the countertop to grab the phone. I should’ve paid attention to who was calling.

“Hello…”

“Hi y/n…” A deep voice speaks out my name with a little accent behind it. To me the person sounds like someone who’s been drinking at dinner and it ready for bed.

My eyebrows scrunch together as I pull the phone away from my ear to look at the screen. It’s an unknown number, actually it’s the unknown number that texted me the other day while I was resting.

“Jimin?”

Why would he be calling me? From what he wrote, he wanted to wait until he came back to talk. In the background I can hear a few other voices, from what I can hear it sounds like Taehyung and Jungkook. The line is silent on his end for a long moment and just as I go to say something else he responds.

“Sorry. I should’ve called on my other phone.”

“Is everything okay?” Something in his tone makes me start to worry. The loud noises behind him vanish as the slamming of a door hits my ear. Wincing at the loud noise, I pull out a barstool so I can lean against the countertop.

“Did you get my note?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I just wanted to make sure that you did. Good night y/n, see you in a few weeks.”

The phone call goes dead and I’m left staring at the black screen. What was that all about? Quickly I dial Namjoon’s personal number and within two rings he answers with a concerned voice.

“Is everything alright?”

“I’m not sure. Have you spoken with Jimin in the past hour?”

“We all just got back from dinner. The maknae line stayed a little longer than I did. Why?”

“I just got a call from him. It was strange honestly. Has he been acting weird?”

There’s a deep chuckle and the sound of someone falling onto the bed. I can tell that he’s in deep thought as a long sigh escapes. My fingers fidget against the cold countertop and tap to a random beat.

“He’s been acting different ever since that day in the practice room. All weekend he kept away from all of us while he packed. During dinner Jimin was checking both of his phones too. Normally he has his personal phone hidden just in case we have to record anything. It’s safer that way.”

So Namjoon has noticed Jimin being different. My fingers stop tapping as he finishes his examination, placing my phone down I turn in on speaker. Getting up from my spot I walk to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine. After that phone call I need one.

“He left me a note at the company Joon.” My voice drops to a quiet tone as I take my seat again. Typically I steer clear of the nickname but since it’s just the two of us, it’s fine to drop the walls. Over the years we’ve been each other’s outlet when times were rough, when life wanted to throw a curveball big enough to destroy, and when we just couldn’t go to anyone else.

“Joon huh? It’s been awhile since you called me that. But he left you a note? That explains why he was late getting to the cars this morning. Do I want to know?”

“He wants to talk after the concerts. Also he hoped I would get better and not overwork myself.”

“Hmm… Jimin is a very caring person. Yoongi hyung and I notice the way he behaved the day you got hurt. He’s always the first to come running when someone’s hurt, Jimin was fighting against every natural instinct he has.”

“I think he was surprised at how headstrong you seem y/n. It’s not like you crossed the line or being unreasonable. Honestly if I would’ve introduced you two I wouldn't be surprised if you and Jimin haven’t become better friends than us. You two just need to talk when we all get back.”

Its times this these that I wish I had Namjoon’s wisdom and insight. Taking a long sip from the glass I look around my empty apartment and mentally kicked myself for not going with them. But that just makes their arrival even more anticipated.

“I guess I should trust you. Afterall you are Kim Namjoon, leader of BTS, IQ of 148.” Chuckling at my joke I finish off the small amount of wine left in the glass. The screen of my phone lights up again, Namjoon wants to FaceTime. Pressing the button, I prop my phone up against a random vase that was sitting on the counter. Namjoon is sitting at a makeshift desk with his laptop setup ready to produce. Always working, never resting.

“You know, it’s not too late to come down here.”

“Bang PD and I both agreed that it would be better if I waited until the home concerts. After all I don’t have the concert experience that everyone else has. The last thing I want to do is get in the way.”

The corner of his lip tugs in a knowing look. Holding my finger up, I move to make myself another glass as I pull my hair out from the messy bun. Namjoon is working on something when I return back to my seat, his jaw is sticking out as he focuses on the large screen.

“This reminds me of when I was trying so hard to learn Korean while you were working overtime to write songs.” I got him to crack a smile as his hands typed away.

“Glad I could be of some help.”

He’s distracted by whatever is going on on his end. Namjoon switches between typing on the keyboard and texting on another phone. Slumping down, I rest my chin in the palm of my hand before taking a lazy sip.

“I’m going to get off of here Joon. You’re trying to work and I have a feeling that you only FaceTimed me to keep me some type of company.”

That gets him to freeze all movement. Flashing him a quick smile I wave goodbye and end the call. The silence around me feels heavy. For the past week I’ve relied too much on the company of Namjoon and the others. Part of the reason I accepted this was so I could gain independence. So I could learn to live by myself, learn who I am and live the life I wanted.

Scanning through social media, I see the tweets of Armys sharing photos of the members from the airport. Armys saying how excited they are for the upcoming concerts. It makes my heart happy to see the love and support they all get. They’ve worked so hard but there’s also no doubt in my mind that there’s still a few more hurdles they have to leap. Hopefully I will be able to be by their side when that happens.

Taking the last sip of my wine, I wash the glass out quickly before turning all of the lights out on my way to my bedroom. Setting out my clothes for tomorrow I crawl into bed, my head fuzzy from the two rushed glasses of wine. Part of me wishes I could have a jam packed schedule tomorrow so time would fly by but in all reality I want time to skip forward. I want to talk with Jimin to clear the air and possibly start over. But that’s not how life works. For the next few weeks I’ll have to keep myself busy and try to distract myself to help time pass by.

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