decide - jikook/vmin

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Jimin's POV

"Maybe you should leave him alone, Wu.", I heard a deep voice. A familiar deep voice. "Ahh Kim," Kim. "I was just-" "I don't care what you want. Leave." Jason sighed and stood up and turned to me. "It was pleasure to meet you, Jimin. Maybe we'll meet again." Without a response from my side, he left after a deep bow to me. I still haven't looked the person with the deep voice in the face. I knew who it was, I still remember his voice. "Hey Jimin." Finally, I looked up and looked into the face of Kim Taehyung, my ex.

"T-Taehyung..." "Finally, I met you again." "What are you doing here?"

He sighed. "When I heard that Jungkook will throw a party, I knew you were going to come too. So I took my chance." "No... I mean, what are you doing here in South Korea?" He sighed again. "Let's go for a walk?"

We walked through the big backyard of the house. "I always told you, Jimin, that I am going to come back. Come back to you. No matter what." "B-But why did you leave in the first place?" He lightly laughed. "Did you already forget everything, honey?" A shiver ran down my spine at the pet name. "Don't... call me that.", I said softly while keeping my eyes downwards. "Ah yeah sure, sorry.", he scratched the back of his head. "So, you know that I always wanted to do something with fashion. So, I finally had the chance to go to a fashion school, but the school was in Berlin."

Actually, it was kind of funny. Taehyung was the person who got me into fashion. Because of my eating disorder and low self-esteem, I always thought I looked ugly and that I wasn't worth it. But with Taehyung's help I got out of it and he showed me his love for fashion which slowly turned into my passion. Without him I wouldn't be standing here.

"B-But why Berlin? There is a designer school in Seoul too?" "Baby, it's a real pain in the ass to get into a school like this. My aunt has connections, she got me into this school. Otherwise I never would have made it." "You don't know that. You haven't tried.", I said with a pouting lip. Yes, I was mad. I was mad because he left me. "It was now or never, Jimin. I couldn't wait, okay? I know, I have hurt you. But believe me, I have always loved you." He stopped walking, so I turned to him.

"You put fashion above me."

"You put Jungkook above me.", he replied.

I stared into his eyes for a few seconds before I walked away. "You weren't the only one who was hurt, Jimin.", he yelled.

Inside, I started looking for Jungkook. He was standing at a group of people I didn't know, so I just stood beside him. He turned away from the group to look at me. "Hey babe, you want something to drink?", and put his arm around my waist. Only now, I noticed that my glass of wine from before must still be at the table outside. "Ehm, no. I had enough." "You wanna go home?" He must have noticed my sad face. "No no, it's okay." With that he started talking to the others again.

"It was a great night, wasn't it?", Jungkook asked slightly drunk undoing his tie. "Yeah, it was great." He was having some problems with it so I helped him. "You did a great job, I love you.", I said and kissed him. "Mhm, you too." He started kissing me down my neck and pushed me towards the bed. "Love you so fucking much." That night I completely forgot about Taehyung.

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Jin and I were standing backstage for a runway. Gucci released their summer collection and we were going to present it. "Did you hear about the new fashion designer who is working with Gucci?", I heard one of the models say to another. "Yeah, but I don't know the name. But I heard that one of the models today is going to wear one of his dresses." "Ahh, I really hope it's mine."

"I couldn't care less about the new designer.", Jin stated beside me. "Same.", I replied.

"Okay, guys. You probably heard about the new fashion designer. He is coming in a few minutes to introduce himself. Please stay here.", a staff member told us.

And ohh luck was not on my side after a few minutes Taehyung came into the room. All girls and guys in the room except me and Jin started drooling over him immediately. It was safe to say he was the prettiest out of all in the room and was not even a model. "Hey, my name is Taehyung and I am the new fashion designer working for Gucci. I am so honored to meet all of you and be part of this. Thank you and good luck out there.", he ended his speech and his eyes looked through the crowd until they caught mine. I immediately looked down but I knew he was coming towards me. "Hey." Fortunately, Jin was standing with a few other people. "Hey.", I whispered. "You are wearing my outfit." I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Stand in a line, the show starts in 2 minutes!", one worker yelled through the room. Before I could say anything, he said "I'll be watching you." and walked away.

As we stood in a line I started sweating and my heart beat increased. "Are you okay?", I heard Jin whispering in my ear from behind me. What was wrong with me? I was never nervous before a show. Is it because of Taehyung?

Before I could think of more, it was my turn. The whole thinking must have messed with my head because I did a terrible job. I walked way too fast and I must have had a look of panic on my face. My legs were shaking so hard and I panicked even more. And then it happened. My foot buckled in and I fell down. I heard the audience gasping. I stood up as fast as I could and started walking again. This was my first time falling on a runway.

Backstage, I just walked into a private dressing room to get away from the other models. But I still couldn't be alone when Jin walked in. "Hey, it's okay.", he said in a soft voice when he saw the tears in my eyes. "You want to talk?" I shook my head. "Okay okay." I buried my head into his torso. I heard the door open again.

"I'm sorry, but can I be alone with him for a second?" It was him again. Jin looked at me for assurance and when I nodded, he went away. "What is going on?" Taehyung's deep and slightly raspy voice gave me goosebumps. "I-I did a terrible job. My w-walk was bad and-and I-" "Hey hey hey." He came and gave me a hug so my back was turned to the mirror. "You were better than most of the other models, you know?"

"You are not mad? This is your first fashion show with your outfit and I...I ruined it." "Nono, you ruined nothing. I am so happy that you were the one to wear my outfit." With that he hugged me even tighter, so that I didn't saw how he was smirking at himself through the mirror.