Jae, to whom you wrote yesterday, didn't even deign to write back to you. You were slowly losing hope, that you would ever meet again. You literally missed each other every time. When you had free, he was busy or not in Seoul at all. And when he finally wrote to you, you were engrossed in duties.

If all this was not enough, you have to do the next project completely by yourself. Your company has received a lot of orders and half of the people are ill, so poor Jun has everything on her shoulders, and that nasty Jungkook didn't even give you a chance to delay your next project. Irritated by all this, you drove the car to the radio station where you had to pick up Yoongi. Apparently he had an interview there and will be free at 9:00.

You checked time. 08:45 am. You were almost there.
At 8:55 am you parked in front of the radio building. You tweaked your outfit, you checked your hair and makeup, and you run out of the car. At the last moment you entered the building and Suga himself just appeared in the main hall, surrounded by 4 bodyguards.

You decided to take first photos. You didn't hide it tho, after all, you have to make a lot of them anyway. He will probably come up to you and say hello as he has been informed, that you will be here and that you have some plans to implement today.

Oh, how wrong you were. Yoongi completely ignored you. He didn't even look around or check his phone. It seemed, that he was not waiting for you at all, much less looking for you. You got even more irritated. Eventually you started waving him, hoping it would catch his eye. With no effect. You huffed dissatisfied.
"Okay, one more photo from afar and I'll go over to him. What is he even thinking?" you mumbled dissatisfied and pointed the camera towards him. At exactly the same time, he finally glared at you.

Caught red-handed, you lowered your camera and gave him a sheepish smile.
He rolled his eyes and walked in the total opposite direction.
Your lips parted in shock.
"What is this ?!" you said through gritted teeth and ran towards him.

Security stopped you almost immediately. You sighed loudly.
"Min Yoongi" you said firmly.
Suga turned to you, glared at you, and crossed his hands on his chest.

Since he didn't deign to say a word to you, you let yourself continue.
"My name is Ye Rim. We have a reportage to do."

After these words, security moved away from you, finally giving you the opportunity to freely approach this goblin who seemed to be completely ignoring you. Apparently they were informed of today's plans, but then this prince must have known about it too. And that upset you even more. Finally he decided to speak.

"And what?"

"And what?" you repeated after him in a whisper of disbelief. This is probably some mockery. You blinked a few times before opening your mouth to answer him. But you didn't make it because he quickly added:

" Do we have to do this today?"

You snorted. You weren't going to tolerate him anymore.
"I don't have time to play with the kids" you pouted and turned to leave.
But very quickly he grabbed your hand and pulled you slightly towards him.

" Wait. I'll just get dressed. Let's meet outside."

You left the building mad. He was playing games with you from the beginning. You tried to calm down quickly. But it really took a lot of strength from you because you didn't even have time to drink your coffee today.

Eventually, Yoongi reappeared in your sight.
For a moment, your anger gave way to your delight at the sight of him. He was walking towards you and he looked like he had come out of the cover shoot for Vogue. In this long burgundy coat, he looked amazing.
You quickly tried to get another photo.

You drove in complete silence to the office where preliminary information on the project, including the duration of the reportage, had to be discussed.
He took off his coat and finally looked a little less formal, then sat down comfortably in front of you. You hoped it would be easier for you to talk too, but you had no idea he was such a cocky.

He kept asking question after question, he was raising your blood pressure. You really didn't know, how long you could take it, and you didn't even start the job.

"What is the exact purpose of this reportage?"

After another stupid question, you finally got angry.
"Ask your agency for this information."

"You got a mouth on you, girl."

" I pay you the same."

He laughed.

"Fine. Let's do this. I feel like we'll have a great time together."

" It's not a game. It's a job."

"For you. It's fun for me." - he smacked his lips loudly, without taking his eyes off you. He grinned, and you mentally scolded yourself for how much you liked his smile.

"Before we start anything, I have to get myself a cup of coffee." You got up, gathered all the necessary things, including the camera, and showed him with your hand that he also had to leave.
He followed you to the café.
There, in absolute silence, you were drinking your coffee, and he was sitting in front of you staring at you, which only made you more nervous.

You hoped he'd stay in the car if he didn't want coffee himself, or at least wouldn't risk anyone seeing you here together, but he didn't care at all.

You thought, his goal is to push you to your breaking point.
And he was really close to achieving that goal.

You didn't remember the last time you drank your coffee so fast. You just wanted to get through this day as quickly as possible - and as it seemed, another one as well ... and forget about that irritating man.
You imagined him completely different. Even on fan sign, he was different, and now? Now he was a bit of a mischievous grinch.

You just thought about it, and he, like a pixie, snatched the camera from your hands and looked through the photos you had taken so far, with the joy of a child.

"All of them are so ... artificial and posed."

"Because you don't give me the opportunity to make different ones."

"And it will stay that way"

"We'll see."

"Challenge accepted."

"Don't make me angry."

"Just getting started."

In that instant, you knew you were fucked. Why is this time going so slow today?

You went in an unknown direction. Yoongi navigated you to the first of the places he wanted to show you and which should be in the reportage. You didn't ask for anything. In fact, you wanted to talk to him as little as possible to spare yourself his malicious comments and irritating jokes.
You finally parked in front of an unmarked building.
He went out first and climbed the stairs.
You slowly climbed out of the car and looked around curiously.
The building was plain, a bit dilapidated, there was no information on it. You had no idea where he took you.
He himself was leaning against the railing and watching you downstairs.
You tried to take a picture of him again.

Effect?
You wrinkled your nose very pissed off.

After the surge of anger that seized you at the very beginning, it was time for pure sadness. How could you not be sad, when you tried with all your strength to fulfil your promise, to carry out these projects, and you are facing such difficulties.
If only he knew what the real reason for this reportage was ...

Yoongi was observing you, so very quickly he noticed the change in your facial expressions. He realized he crossed the line and suddenly leaned over the railing with a smile.

"Oyyyy, Boss! You have two seconds for these photos!"

You reacted almost immediately.
You took this chance and you finally had at least these two frames.

"Thank you." you said softly as you finally climbed the stairs to him.
He nodded and nudged you lightly.

"If you want to know everything about me ..." he began unexpectedly and opened the door to the building. "Then it's our first stop - my recording studio."

You went inside with curiosity. A fan has awakened in you. At last you had the opportunity to see, what the place where Yoongi creates music behind closed doors, looks like.
There was no doubt, that he was a great producer. You admired his ability to play instruments, compose, put it all together, and on top of that - his rap and dance. He was definitely multi-tasking.
You looked around. The place was ... specific.

It wasn't a particularly large space, but everything here was very personal - chosen according to preferences. You touched the soundproofing panels on the walls with your fingertips, the piano keys, you looked at the photos of the band members and other musicians that Yoongi kept in this oasis of his.

Suga sat down on the leather couch and watched you curiously. He observed, how you pay attention to every little detail. There were many thoughts swirling in his head now. He had some questions, but he didn't know, if he should annoy you even more.

"I've always admired your piano playing." you said so suddenly he parted his lips in shock. He didn't expect you to mention it, let alone praise him.

"Will you play me something?" you continued. Your fingers traced the keys, and his gaze followed your hand. For a moment it felt as if everything had slowed down. He awoke quickly from this trance.

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Because I have such a whim."

And the same nasty Yoongi came back.

"You know ... some people compare you to a cat. They say, you're just as cute, that you act the same. But you only get claws and a mean character from a cat." you blurted out what you thought and smiled, pleased that you finally fought back.

"Are you a fan?"

"Mhm."

"ARMY?"

"Mhm."

"Fangirling?" he came very close to you, and you involuntarily took two steps back and shook your head for no.

"It's not like that. You didn't recognize me? I was at your fan sign. And after all, my company is a Cele ..."

"You think I remember 'my' every fan?"

"I am not 'your' fa ..."

"Okay, okay" he interrupted you.

"You didn't let me finish." You pouted.

"And who's a little baby now?"

"I'm not a baby!"

"No? Then come and have a drink." He dragged you by your hand into the second room before you could object.

In the building, apart from the studio, there was also a kitchen and one extra room. No wonder, that he could hide here for weeks, since it was really like a mini flat.
You sat down at the table, he took off his blazer and tossed it somewhere in the corner.
He rolled up his shirt sleeves and started opening beer bottles. He put one in front of you.

"What would you like to know about me? I believe, that except these weird photos, you need more info?" he asked, joining you.

"I'm afraid to ask you anything. You must have woken up in a bad mood today."

He laughed, catching your attention once again.
"No, no love. That's who I am."

"You seemed nicer."

"Where? On TV? At a concert? It's just a stage image. You need the truth. Should I pretend?" he took a long sip of his beer and licked his lips. You looked away immediately so you didn't get to see his smirk.

"Okay. Then ... why do you lock yourself in the studio all by yourself, why don't you even let the band members in here?"

The question surprised him. He thought you were going to ask about his favourite type of woman, his favourite song, movie, dish? But you asked for something so ... personal. Sophisticated question, he liked it.

"When I create, the whole story forms in my head. It's hard to describe, it's like the notes are shards of glass that I try to arrange into a full mirror. And only when I arrange them perfectly, I will see myself in it - satisfaction, you understand?" You nodded as you listened hypnotized.
"Every time someone interrupts me, a human or a sound, noise from outside ... the mirror shatters. And even if I stick it together, it won't be like the first time."

Yoongi put it so beautifully. You wished you had recorded it, just hoped it would stay in your memory. You even had in mind the outline of the design of a perfume bottle especially for him. You couldn't wait to finish all the projects and get down to work.

You asked him about his plans for the future, about which musical direction he would like to go further, what obstacles he encountered on his way and how he dealt with them. With each subsequent question, he was opening up more and more and changing his attitude towards you. Well, not totally ... because he was a devil after all.

After long persuasions and whining to him, he agreed to play the guitar for you. You didn't know if he was fed up with your whining or if he became more susceptible to persuasion after the second bottle of beer.

You listened to his playing, with your eyes closed. You relished every sound. You didn't know the melody, it must be something brand new. Maybe it's his song? Maybe from a solo album? But would he show you such a piece?

When he finished, he put down his guitar and sat comfortably in the chair in the centre of the studio.
You were so lost in your own thoughts, that you still didn't open your eyes.
When you finally did it, you noticed Yoongi staring shamelessly at you. A shudder, unknown to you, passed through your body.

"You're right. I remember you. You were the one Jungkook wanted to trick you to answer a yes or no question, right?" His bold gaze baffled you. You started to get nervous and he licked his lips.

"Yes, it's me."

"What's that question? What did he want from you?" Yoongi kept asking curious,

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't make sense to talk about it."

"Are you two...close with each other? I mean...you and our maknae?"

"I ... don't ... nothing, nothing between us." you started stuttering from this sudden stress. Why did he get so nosy?

Yoongi bit his lip. "Nothing? Not even a tiny bit?"

"Give me a break." You pouted.

He knew well, that you still didn't drink enough. He had a sly plan to find out the whole truth.

He put a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in the studio.
You were against it at first, but he promised he would play the piano and you wanted to hear it. So you sat back, and he played as he promised.

It was wonderful. When Yoongi sits down at the piano, he looks like he is from another dimension. His hands seem to have a life of their own. The music he creates takes you to completely distant places, allows you to calm down and just enjoy the moment.
And that's what you did. You sipped drink after drink slowly, until you finally were drunk to the limit of your abilities.
Satisfied, he took your camera and this time it was him, who took your photo.

Your head was resting on the table top and you were almost falling asleep.
You seemed so delicate and sweet to him.

He smiled to himself and brushed a strand of your hair back.
It was very late and you were both intoxicated. It was clear you weren't going anywhere.
But there was one bed.
And he knew perfectly well, that if you will wake up next to him in the morning, you will be more than furious.

He carried you there anyway. You smelled of a blend of perfumes he had never felt before. He breathed in your scent like enchanted. He felt dizzy and your close presence didn't make anything easier.

He crawled into bed with you. You woke up for a moment and you were in laughing mood. You were actually laughing at everything.

"Hey princess? Are we gonna take a selfie?" he asked teasingly trying to convince you to take a picture together.
You covered your face, but very clumsily. Even this situation seemed funny to you.
Yoongi decided to set up a maknae trap.

Yoongi sent a message and he was just getting out of bed, so you won't have to stress in the morning. After all, he wasn't going to take advantage of the situation. He just wanted to play with Kookie.

But you pulled him close and you climbed halfway up his chest. He sighed loudly.

"You are troublemaker girl."

The phone rang. The bait was taken.