Three years had passed since you were introduced as the group’s secret weapon the only girl and the new maknae a transition that had set the internet ablaze and reshaped the internal chemistry of the band forever.

Yet, despite the deep, soul-deep bond you shared with the group, a permanent friction existed between you and Jimin. It was a clash of two perfectionists; where he was fluid and meticulous, you were sharp and impulsive. The air between you often crackled with a tension that shifted between professional rivalry and genuine irritation.

As you climbed into the quiet darkness of the van after succeeding a big concert, the lingering heat of the performance still radiating off your skin, you could feel his gaze on you a silent critique that promised another long night of head-butting before the sun rose.