I’m just a normal BTS fan at a BTS concert — until Jimin can’t look away. After the show I’m unexpectedly brought backstage. The members find me cool, easy to talk to, and ask me to meet again. One meeting turns into many. We slowly become friends, real ones. Jimin and I grow closest — best friends. Quite moments, lingering looks, unspoken tension. One night I stay over at his place. Just us. While I’m changing, he walks in without realising — and something in him snaps. He becomes needy, restless, unable to ignore what he has’s been feeling for weeeks. After that night we become friends with benefits for weeks. No feelings. No labels. Just nights and silence. But then things change. His jealousy shows. His touch lingers. His control slips.