Chapter 2: First Impressions
From TN's perspective
The building was even more imposing in person. High glass walls, automatic doors that opened with a soft hum, and a lobby that smelled of freshly brewed coffee and success. Y/N gripped the strap of her bag with a trembling hand and took a deep breath. Her first day as an official translator at BigHit Entertainment. More specifically, as the translator for one of Korea's most renowned rappers: Min Yoongi. Suga.
The idea still seemed surreal to him. And at the same time, unsettling.
"Y/N, right?" A warm voice pulled her from her reverie. It was a woman with a kind smile and a folder in her hand. "I'm Jiwoo, from the human resources team. I'll show you around the facilities and then introduce you to the team."
Y/N nodded with a shy smile, grateful to have a guide in this new and somewhat intimidating world.
For the next hour, they toured the building's various floors: offices, meeting rooms, recording studios, common areas. Everything was modern, clean, and efficient. She saw stylists carrying clothes, managers talking on the phone, and trainees practicing dance steps in front of mirrors.
"And this is Studio A3. Most of the producers work here." Jiwoo paused before opening the door. "And, well... this is where you'll probably spend a lot of time."
The door opened softly, and the scent of coffee and soft, low-frequency sounds immediately enveloped her. Y/N couldn't tell if it was the studio's acoustics or nerves, but her heart seemed to stop when her eyes met his.
Min Yoongi sat in front of a console, headphones hanging around his neck, an unreadable expression on his face. Upon seeing her, he raised an eyebrow, as if assessing her, as if already silently passing judgment. Then, he simply nodded.
—Suga, this is Y/N, your new translator. —Jiwoo said in a professional tone.
He glanced at Jiwoo for just a second, then back at Y/N.
"Delighted," he said. His voice was dry, without a trace of enthusiasm.
—Nice to meet you —replied Y/N, trying to maintain a neutral smile.
The silence became awkward for a moment. He didn't seem annoyed, but neither was he cordial. Y/N felt something about him challenging her, as if her mere presence were an obstacle.
Jiwoo seemed to notice and cleared his throat.
—Okay, I'll leave you now. Y/N, you'll be in the cubicle next door. If you need anything, I'll be on the 3rd floor.
When the door closed, the silence grew even thicker. Suga refocused on the screen in front of him, as if she weren't even there.
Y/N settled into her new desk, conscious of every movement, every tiny sound she made. It wasn't exactly a warm welcome. But for some reason, she couldn't help feeling a spark of curiosity... and maybe, just maybe, something more.
Because in that brief glance, before he looked away, there was something. I couldn't describe it, but it wasn't simple indifference. And if it was disdain... it had a very particular nuance.
And so, without knowing it, something more than a simple professional relationship began.
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