Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains.

Too soft. Too calm.

Too… distracting.

Jimin lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, one arm resting over his eyes.

He hadn’t slept properly.

Not because of schedules.
Not because of exhaustion.

But because of a face he didn’t understand.

A moment.

A girl.

In red.

He exhaled slowly, sitting up.

“Why am I even thinking about this…?” he muttered under his breath.

It didn’t make sense.

He had met countless people. Seen countless faces.

But this—

This felt different.

Not loud.

Not overwhelming.

Just… lingering.

📍 Living Room — 10 AM

The atmosphere was light.

Laughter echoed as the members of BTS lounged around, teasing each other, enjoying a rare moment of rest.

But today—

Someone was quieter than usual.

Park Jimin.

“Hyung… you’re unusually silent,” Taehyung smirked, narrowing his eyes playfully.

Jimin scoffed lightly. “I’m always like this.”

“Liar,” Jungkook chuckled.

A pause.

Then—

Jimin spoke, almost casually.

“Did you guys see that girl yesterday… backstage?”

The room shifted slightly.

Not dramatically.

Just enough.

“Hmm… red saree?” Hoseok tilted his head.

“Yeah.”

“Hard to miss,” Jin added with a grin. “She had that don’t mess with me aura.”

A few chuckles followed.

But Jimin didn’t laugh.

His expression remained thoughtful.

“Who was she?”

That question—

It sounded simple.

But something about it felt heavier than curiosity.

Namjoon noticed.

“I’ll ask the PR team,” he said calmly.

Jimin nodded.

But his fingers tapped lightly against his knee—

A silent impatience.

⏳ Later That Afternoon

“She’s Y/n,” the PR head said.

“The event manager.”

A pause.

Then—

“The best one, actually. Every major event? She’s behind it.”

Silence filled the room for a second.

Not because they were shocked.

But because it… fit.

Too perfectly.

Jimin looked down, repeating her name softly in his mind.

Y/n.

It rolled off easily.

But stayed longer than expected.

🎨 Meanwhile — Somewhere in Seoul

The world was quiet.

Peaceful.

A complete contrast to yesterday’s chaos.

Inside her apartment, soft music played in the background.

Y/n stood in front of a canvas, brush in hand.

Gentle strokes. Careful movements.

Painting had always been her escape.

The only place where she didn’t have to be perfect.

But today—

Her strokes weren’t steady.

Her thoughts weren’t focused.

Her mind…

Was somewhere else.

A stage.

Lights.

Music.

And—

A face.

She paused.

Her grip on the brush tightened slightly.

“Why am I even thinking about him…?” she whispered, almost annoyed at herself.

She barely knew him.

Didn’t even speak properly.

Yet—

Something about him felt… different.

Not because he was famous.

Not because of who he was.

But because of the way he looked at her.

For that one second.

Like—

He saw her.

Not the manager.

Not the perfection.

Just… her.

She sighed softly, placing the brush down.

“This is stupid…” she murmured.

But her heart—

Didn’t agree.

🌙 Night Falls

The city lights flickered to life.

Seoul hummed softly in the background.

And in two different spaces—

The same silence existed.

Jimin sat by his window, phone in hand.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked again.

As if he was waiting for something—

He didn’t even understand.

Y/n lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Her mind replaying moments that barely lasted seconds.

And yet—

Felt like they meant something.

Almost unknowingly—

Both whispered.

“Y/n…”

“…Jimin.”

And somewhere between curiosity and something deeper—

A feeling began to grow.

Quiet.

Uncertain.

But impossible to ignore.

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