The dressing room was alive with quiet chaos. Stylists flitted between members, fixing hair, adjusting mic packs, steam-pressing jackets, and making sure every detail was camera-perfect. The soft sound of a BTS track playing in the background added to the energy, a quiet reminder of what was coming.

You were seated on a stool near the long mirror, a black and silver outfit hugging your frame, bold and powerful yet elegant—just like the image the team crafted for you. Your makeup artist dabbed some highlighter on your cheekbone as you tilted your head, eyes scanning the room behind you through the mirror.

Jungkook was flexing in the mirror again. Taehyung and Hoseok were playfully bickering over who looked cooler tonight. Yoongi sat calmly on the couch with headphones in, probably going over his verse. And Jimin…

Jimin was looking at you.

He stood across the room, half-buttoned shirt hanging off his shoulder, perfectly styled and glowing—but distracted. His eyes weren’t on the mirror or the monitor. They were on you. Again.

“Yah,” you said without turning, lifting your voice just enough for him to hear, “stop staring.”

Jimin blinked and gave a small laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “I wasn’t staring.”

“You were,” Namjoon chimed in without looking up from his notes. “Like a lovesick schoolboy.”

The room erupted in teasing laughter. You rolled your eyes and tried to hide your smile as your stylist chuckled, blending the last bit of your lipstick. Jimin didn’t even try to deny it. He just gave a small smirk and finally walked over.

“You ready?” he asked softly, standing beside you now, watching you through the mirror before taking your hand in his.

Suddenly, Namjoon’s voice echoed from down the hall. “Five minutes, guys! Let’s go!”

Jimin gave your hand a squeeze before slowly letting go with a kiss. “Come on. Let’s go steal some hearts.”