The First Meet
The HYBE building smelled faintly of roasted coffee and ambition.
You tightened your grip on the strap of your sketchbook bag as the elevator climbed, floor numbers blinking upward like a countdown to something you couldn’t name.Every article you’d read about this place world-class producers, endless deadlines, the quiet perfectionism of BTS—pressed against your ribs until you could feel your own heartbeat in your throat.
Relax, everything’s Gonna be alright″ you reassured yourself.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.
You exited and allowed the doors to shut behind you.
just as you adjusted the strap of your bag. Black cap pulled low, hoodie zipped to his chin, he walked with an easy, unhurried stride that seemed unbothered by the rush around him.You would have looked away—except he looked first.
Sharp, dark eyes met yours.
“New?” The word was quiet, almost swallowed by the hallway’s hum. A single syllable that felt like a vibration more than a question.
Your mouth went dry. “Y-yes,” you managed.
Min Yoongi.You’d seen his face in countless photos while preparing design mock-ups for your interview.Somehow, the real version felt entirely different. more quiet, heavier with something unsaid.
You exhaled and left for the studio to meet your supervisor.
Your supervisor, a cheerful senior designer named Hana, guided you through the maze of screens and color boards.“You’ll be assisting with the upcoming BTS album visuals,” she explained, handing you an ID badge. “Mock-ups, typography, stage graphics, anything the team needs.”
Okay, thank you so much, “no worries, newbie,” she said as she gave you an office tour as well as some tasks to do
By noon, you were hunched over a tablet, testing color palettes while the sound of distant beats thumped through the walls. The work was demanding but familiar, a safe rhythm of layers and strokes.Still, the memory of those dark eyes kept sliding between your thoughts like an unexpected chord.
“Need a break?”
An unfamiliar voice startled you. You looked up to findPark Jimin, smile warm enough to cut through the studio chill.“I’m Jimin,” he said, offering a hand. “How can I not know that?” you whispered to yourself. “You said something? “he asked. “no,” you shook your head
“You’re the new intern, right?”
You shook his hand, “Nisa.. I’m Nisa,” said, trying not to notice the way his grin reached his eyes.
“Don’t let Hana overwork you on the first day,” he teased. “Come to the break room later. We’ll rescue you.”
You laughed, tension easing for the first time all morning.Maybe this place wouldn’t be as intimidating as you feared.
Hours later, when most of the team had left, you stayed behind to finish a layout.The lights outside the window glowed like a distant constellation.A soft clink landed beside your tablet. You turned.
And saw him, Min Yoongi.
He was gathering some stuff, completely unbothered by your presence.
After completing what he was doing as he was about to leave, he looked at you.
“Why are you still here? Office hours are over,” he said
“Umm, yea.. yeah, just complete the work,” You reply
. “Work can be done tomorrow, don’t stay late in the office, it’s not safe,” he said in a cold but concerning tone.”
“Okay, I--“before you can complete your sentence, he left
equal parts warmth and confusion. You look at his disappearing figure.
xoxo
your Bloom🤍
