Different (BTS x Reader)

Chapter 17- Why?

Your uncle actually gave you so much more freedom after your graduation, as well as an offer to work there as one of the fashion designers. A new album was coming up and he wanted you to help design BTS' clothes -- something that would fit the sensual and sophisticated concept. That was an offer you took immediately and started working on after a week of break.

During that little vacation, you actually had a chance to hang out with the boys, treating them all the jajangmyeon* you promised on your graduation day. Jimin is still slightly distant, but you decided not to force anything on him. It was mostly his guilt speaking, as well as that old grudge -- well, he thought it was a grudge. He just felt nervous and irritated around you, and often gave you glares when you look at him.

At present, the boys were practicing their dance in the larger, white dance studio while you decided to stay with a few stylists and fellow designers to work on your task. You already had sketches in place for each of them, even looking at their old clothes as an example for their new clothes.

"Sunbae," You sighed, after pinning down the last of the designs. "I think we should go, it's pretty late."

"Mhm," The lady smiled and then took her bag. "I was thinking the same thing -- my friends have called me out for drinks anyway."

"Alright!" You replied, bowing. "You worked very hard today! See you!"

After everyone had left, you briskly walked toward the direction of the smaller practice room to get your bag. You were hanging out with the boys for a few hours while they practiced there, so you knew it had to be around that area.

As you entered, your eyes trailed around the cleared room, then to the closets on the back. You probably left it there so there would be more space for everyone. Humming, you approached a random door and went into the dimly lit room to search for your belongings. A few curse words escaped your lips, until you finally found your brown bag and pulled it out of its place behind a few of the coats.

"Finally..." You sighed, walking back to the now closed door, only to find that it was locked.

Oh crap... It was locked.

A sense of panic just flowed through you as you kicked the door. You dug through your bag for your phone, but when you decided to call someone, you found out it was out of battery. Who kept it locked like this?! You leaned back on the bare wall in the end of the closet and took deep breaths. At least this place had.

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Meanwhile, BTS walked down the hall toward the exit of the building. They were all planning to go out for some barbeque and drinks -- it was a Friday night, after all. They were all laughing and cheerful, even though thay had been practicing for a few hours and were probably exhausted.

"Aish, I forgot my coat," Jimin cursed, almost feeling the cool air hit him as they neared the glass exit.

"Check the other dance room, Jimin. That was the last place I saw you with it," Taehyung informed, twirling around so he could look at the other for a moment.

"I'll meet you guys there if I take too long, you don't have to wait for me."

The rest of them nodded and exited the building. He then dashed to the dance room so he wouldn't be too late for their little gathering. He had to admit, he hadn't felt this satisfied with life in a few weeks. That entire break up had made him realize how torturous it was dating Yoona. He shook those thoughts out of his head, entered the dance room and went to the back to check the closets.

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A light soon peaked from the other end of the closet and you shot up from fetal position. There was a bright smile on your face, which soon fell when you saw Jimin step into the room. You watched him walk in and grab his jacket from the rack without even noticing you. Why Jimin out of all people? Sure, he saved you, but that was what anyone would have done. It was obvious he still didn't like you. You snapped back to reality when the bright light started to disappear and reached your hand out for the door.