first love of late spring - ot7 x reader
chapter two
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summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.
tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia
The best part about your internship was the flexible hours. You were golden as long as you completed a time-sensitive task on time. Most of the time, social media promotional posts had to be up at midnight, 11:00, or 13:00. While you weren't in charge of posting promotional content, you still had to keep track of all the numbers and engagement. This often meant staying up late at night and being in the office by at least 10:00.
The soft fall breeze made your morning walk rather chilly. You huddled into your oversized sweatshirt as hug held onto your hot coffee with both hands. Usually, you would get it iced, but today you figured you would need something to warm you up.
The heat of the office warmed you right up. You quickly took the lift up to the tenth floor, almost quite running into your boss as you tried to exit the elevator.
"y/n! Just the person I wanted to see." He motioned you into the office, leading you back to your cubicle. "I have a big job for you today."
You sat your bag down on your desk, inquiring more about today's task. Your boss leaned against the window, folding his arms and a wide smile on his face. He was always oddly cheery- you would see him walking around the office with a smile and small talking with your coworkers. It didn't put you off in any way, it was just odd to see someone so gregarious and loving his job.
"Today at noon there's a dance practice with members of BTS. I want you to sit in on it and shadow the cameraman.”
Nodding, you gave your boss a slight bow as he turned to leave. You sat down in your chair, anxious about sitting in on a dance practice but also wondering just why your boss wanted you to shadow a cameraman. Your job was social media, not filmography.
Logging into the computer, you couldn’t help but notice a sticky note stuck to the cubicle wall out of the corner of your eye. You curiously took it down, as you didn’t recognize the handwriting as your own. It simply said ‘Welcome’ on it with a cutely drawn heart. A coworker must have placed it in your work area, as they barely had time to have a conversation with you with their workload. With a smile, you placed the note on your desk next to your computer.
Jandi had been updated to show your newest shadowing task. Today, all you had to do was check the analytics of the most recent YouTube videos for TXT and write a report comparing it to the last video’s statistics, attend a meeting at 15:00, and spell-check the upcoming announcements for Weverse. Oh, and shadow for the dance practice at noon. A relatively easygoing day- you were relieved to not have to watch any more training videos.
The newest TXT video was a To Do X TXT episode, while the second most recent one was a T:Time short. You sighed as you realized just how stupid this assignment was- it should be obvious that the To Do episode did better than a short, but apparently, your boss just wanted you to suffer and do busy work.
Midway through your assessment of the stats, an alert popped up on your screen telling you it was ten minutes to noon. You felt your chest tighten as you remembered what the alarm was for- dance practice with BTS. The alert was dismissed quickly as you logged out of your computer. Taking deep breaths in between the last sips of your coffee, you attempted to calm yourself down before leaving the office.
Dance Studio B was located on the lower floors in the production block of the building. That block was usually where the artists and producers hung out- there or the fitness centers near the top of the building. The practice room was completely white with a large mirror covering one wall. Music blared from the speakers- a rap song that reminded you somewhat of an old 90s rap tune. Standing in the doorway, you looked around the room with wide eyes. On one side of the room sat all the managers, producers, and dance instructors. Most of them were idly chatting amongst themselves, or watching the dancers intently.
On the other side stood three members of BTS. You quickly recognized them as Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook, and Jung Hoseok. Hoseok walked the other two through a series of dance steps, giving out verbal directions and counts.
“y/n! You’re perfectly on time, maybe a bit early. We’re waiting for the talent to be done rehearsing before we start filming.” A man dressed in all black approached you- the cameraman most likely. You quickly gave a small ‘hello’ and a bow.
“Sorry to interrupt! Everyone, this is the new intern, y/n. She’s here to shadow my camera work and see more of the behind-the-scenes work.”
Great, you thought, now all eyes were on you. After giving the typical formalities, the cameraman instructed you to sit in a corner near the water and just observe. You tried your best not to stare at the idols and focus more on the crew, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes being on you. Glancing back towards the trio, you locked eyes with Jungkook. He eyed you up and down with an approving smirk before going back to focusing on his footwork.
Jeon Jungkook of BTS just checked you out.
What would be most girls’ dream somehow made you feel gross inside. You didn’t feel like you deserved his approval of your body, something that you tried your best to hide with baggy clothing. It was almost as if he could see right past that like he was seeing your body and simply reacting to it. You further curled up on yourself as a producer announced it was time to start rolling.
The trio danced flawlessly together. They demanded attention in each step they took, almost as if they were saying ‘Look at me; I am perfect’. Having sat through a bit of their rehearsal and constantly hearing Hoseok admonish someone for their misstep or call for a restart, you knew that they were not completely perfect. They worked long and hard to get as close to perfection as they could.
You watched as the cameraman moved fluidly throughout his filming positions- he moved closer and crouch for one shot, and then run to the side for a new angle. It was almost as impressive as the dance itself. You still didn’t know why you had to sit in on this.
The practice ended nearly an hour later- there were a total of four shoots with a practice in between them. You felt a stinging sensation in your back and bottom from sitting in one position for so long but didn’t know what to do about it. You were instructed to sit there, and you would do so until told otherwise.
A water break ended the session, and the three men approached you. Your breathing hiked up as they neared you until you remembered the water bottles were on a table next to you. Still, the three of them waved and bowed at you, acknowledging your existence.
“y/n, is it? I’m Jung Hoseok, this is Park Jimin,” the eldest motioned towards a pink-haired boy, “and Jeon Jungkook.” You were familiar with Jungkook. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you for almost the whole hour.
“It’s nice to meet you. I am honored to be able to work for you.” You said with a smile.
“How old are you? You seem pretty young,” Jimin asked, wiping away his sweat with a towel.
“I’m 22. I just graduated from university, so this is my entry-level job.”
“Hell of an entry-level job. You must be good at what you do,” Jungkook said, leaning up against the wall next to you. He looked down at you like he was analyzing you. Something was definitely up with how he perceived you. Jimin must have picked up on your thoughts.
“Kookie, stop being weird. You’ve been staring at the poor girl this whole time.”
Hoseok laughed alongside Jimin, and you chuckled out of awkwardness. You never really had a man lay his eyes on you out of lust, only disgust. This new situation made you somewhat uncomfortable as you didn’t know exactly what to do or how to react.
“Want to grab lunch with us, y/n?” Jungkook asked, “I’d like to learn a bit more about you.”
Stuttering, you managed to squeak out a small okay as you stood up. They were much taller than you, towering over you like powerful giants. You kept your gaze on the floor as they lead you to a nearby lounge for lunch.
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