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BTS Yoongi Imagine: Click!

Rated: Fluff

Scenario: There's a new photographer signed up with the company, and she's put to the test by being made to convince Yoongi to take a picture at night in the pool. What happens when a small click begins to set off a flash of reactions in each other's hearts?

P: Yoongi x Reader

Requests by:  BeehCliffordGoodGirl

Second writer: winyuta

Word count: 2619

Being excited wasn't your cup of coffee.

Never was, never would be.

Landing a job in such a big corporate company wasn't your first choice, but then again, with your only skill being photography, you couldn't complain much.

*Flashback*

You were sitting nervously in the CEO'S office, wanting nothing more than to be at home, asleep, curled up with a blanket around you and slow music playing in the background.

Your mom had pushed you out of the house, and so you starting an internship in Korea wasn't all that bad.

It was after several months of employment, however, that you were kicked out and replaced by a much more beautiful woman with a master's degree in that specific field.

This business gig was your only opportunity to not look like a fool by returning home empty-handed and unemployed.

Your mom had made it clear that the only way she'd accept you back into her house was only if you were planning on getting married and needed a place to stay for a weekend.

It made you wonder what you could have possibly done to make your mother act like that with you.

The CEO finally entered his office, a mound of papers in his hands while his secretary desperately trailed behind him, shouting out his schedule for the day.

He never once looked up at you, his gaze strained on the papers in his hand even as he was sitting down.

You waited patiently, expecting him to call you at any moment. Your hands clutched onto your purse.

Finally sitting down, he glanced up at you for a second before returning his gaze back down to the papers.

"And you are?"

"Rude, if you're going to call me in for an interview, at least remember you who you HAVE an interview with." You thought, annoyed.

"Sir, this is Y/N Y/LN. She's the new photographer you asked for. You scheduled an interview with her today sir," his secretary said, posture straight and eyes fixated on you, somewhat apologetic.

"Ahhh, yes. Y/N, I remember now. I was fascinated by your work. You really do convey emotions with every picture you take. Very nice," he mumbled, his eyes still on the papers.

He snapped his finger at his secretary without looking up, and she hurriedly walked out and back in with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Would you like anything? Coffee, water, tea maybe?" She offered, but you declined politely, shaking your head at her question and silently drumming your fingers on the skin of your purse.

"Well," he began, taking a long sip of his coffee before placing the papers down on his desk and looking up at you, fingers intertwined and laid across the table.