Taehyung's pov

Four Weeks Later

I was still lying on my bedroom floor after hanging up with Baek-hyun, a guy I'd met at the supermarket last week. He'd called to tell me he was stuck at work and going to be an hour late for our second date, which was fine with me because I was tired and had no desire to get up anyway.

I hauled myself up off the carpet, freshened up my makeup, and poured a glass of wine before grabbing my laptop. I browsed the Seoul marketing job posts on websites for the sum total of five minutes before growing bored, and then I went on Facebook. As usual. Because job hunting sucks. Scrolling through my friends' posts, I saw the same old things-pictures of food, their kids, the lives they wanted us to believe they had. I sighed. A picture of a guy I went to middle school with cradling his newborn son popped up in my feed, and my mind immediately went to the man I hadn't gone to middle school with, Jeon Jungkook.

I'd thought about my fake classmate more often than I cared to admit over the last month.

This time when the man leaped into my thoughts, before I knew it, I was typing Jeon Jungkook into the Facebook search bar. My gasp was audible when his face popped up.God, he's even more gorgeous than I remembered. I clicked to enlarge the photo. He was dressed casually, wearing a white T-shirt, jeans with a rip at the knee, and black Chucks. It was a good look for him. After spending a full minute appreciating his sexy face, I zoomed in and noticed the emblem on his T-shirt: Iron Horse Gym. There was one on the same block as the restaurant where we'd met. I wondered if he lived nearby.

Unfortunately, I wouldn't find out. None of his bio was set to public. In fact, the only picture I could see was that one profile picture. I'd need to send him a friend request and have him accept if I wanted to see more. Although tempted, I decided against it. But that didn't stop me from screenshotting his photo so I could look at it again later.

After several more minutes of daydreaming about the man, I gave myself an adult pep talk.

You need to find a job. You need to find a job. You have only one week of work left after this one. Get your ass off of Facebook.

It worked, and for the next fifty minutes I scoured the help wanted ads for something-anything-that sounded remotely cosmetics-marketing related, or even just remotely interesting.

By the time my doorbell buzzed, I felt deflated about ever finding a job to replace the one I'd held for the last seven years and, until recently, loved.

Baek-hyun's kiss when I opened the door definitely went a long way toward changing my mood. It was only our second date, but he certainly had potential.

"Well, that was a nice hello," I breathed.

"I've been thinking about doing that all day."

I smiled up at him. "Come on in. I'm almost ready. I just need to get my phone from the charger."

He pointed to the front door after closing it behind him. "Did you have a break-in or something? What's with all the extra locks?"

My front door had a regular lock and three deadbolts. Normally, I would answer honestly and explain that I felt safer with an extra lock or two and leave it at that. But Baek-hyun wasn't most dates. He was really trying to get to know me, and if he pried further-as I worried he might-I'd be forced to open up about some things I wasn't ready to yet.

So I lied. "The building manager is big on security."

He nodded. "Well, that's good."

Baek-hyun stood as I walked over to shut my laptop. "By the way, who's the guy in your background?"

My brow furrowed. "What guy?"

He shrugged. "Tall. Messy hair that would look stupid on me. I'm hoping it isn't an ex-boyfriend you're secretly hung up on. Looks like he belongs on an Abercrombie bag."

Not having a clue what he was talking about, I opened my laptop back up to take a look. Shit. Jeon Jungkook greeted me. When I'd saved his picture from Facebook, I must have inadvertently also set it as my screen background. Seeing that gorgeous face again, I grew flustered. Yet Baek-hyun was waiting for an answer.

"Umm... That's my cousin."

It was the first thing that popped into my head, I attempted to fix it with more lies-something out of character for me.

"He's a model. My aunt sent me some of his recent head shots and asked for an opinion on which I liked best, so I downloaded them to my laptop. My friend Jimin was drooling over them and set one as my background. I'm so low-tech, I don't even know how to change it."

Baek chuckled and seemed to accept what I'd said.

What is it with Jeon Jungkook and made-up stories?

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On Thursday, I had an interview in the morning and a second scheduled for the afternoon. The subway was jam-packed, and the air conditioning wasn't working. So, of course, that also meant the only train running was a local, not an express. Beads of sweat trickled down my back as I stood sandwiched between other sweating commuters. I need to get off this train.

Fortunately, I arrived at my interview a few minutes early and could make a quick stop in the vanity to fix myself up.

A woman walked in while I was arm-deep inside my shirt with a damp paper towel, wiping sweat from my body. She caught what I was doing in the mirror.

"Sorry. It was so hot on the subway, and I have an interview," I offered as explanation. "I don't want to be a sweaty, smelly mess."

She smiled. "Been there. Gotta break down and take a cab in July when it's this humid and you have an interview for a job you really want."

"Yeah. I'm definitely going to do that for my afternoon interview. It's across town, and that's the job I really want, so I might go all out-even stop in at Peach & lily for some deodorant, too."

After I rushed to clean myself up, my morning appointment left me sitting in the lobby for over an hour before calling me in for the interview. It gave me some time to fully cool down and also check out their latest product catalogs.

"Mr. Kim?" a smiling woman called from the door leading to the inner office. I slipped on my suit jacket and followed her inside. "Sorry to keep you waiting. Have a seat. Ms. Dang will be right in."

"Oh. Okay. Thank you." I had thought she was my interviewer.

A few minutes later the vice president of Flora Cosmetics walked in. It was the woman from the hallway bathroom-the one who'd seen me washing my armpits. Great.

"I see you've cooled off." Her tone was very business-like, not at all friendly like it had been in the bathroom.

"Yes. Sorry about that. The heat really hit me hard today."

"So, Mr. Kim, why are you in search of a new job? It says here you're currently employed."

"I am. I've been with Fresh Blow Cosmetics for seven years. I worked my way up from marketing intern to director of marketing during that time. I'll be honest, I've been happy there for my entire career. But I feel like I've hit a ceiling at Fresh Blow, and it's time I started to look for other opportunities."

"A ceiling? How so?"

"Well, Fresh Look is still a family-owned company, and although I admire and respect Eun Sang-hun, the founder and president, most of the executive-level positions are taken by members of the Eun family-one of whom, Eun Do-yun, was just promoted over me to vice president."

Saying it out loud still left a bitter taste in my mouth.

"So, people less deserving than you are promoted because of kinship? And that's why you're leaving?"

"I suppose that's a big part of it, yes. But it's also just time for me to move on."

"Isn't it possible that members of the Eun family know the business better, having grown up in that world? Perhaps they are actually more qualified than other employees?"

What's the bug up this woman's ass? None of this nepotism is new.

It was definitely not the time to add that I'd had too much to drink at last year's company holiday party and makeout with the then-director of sales, Eun Do-yun. It was a one-time thing, a drunken mistake with a co-worker after a year-long dry spell. I'd known it was a mistake ten minutes after it was over. I just didn't know how big of a mistake until two days later, when the asshole announced his engagement to his boyfriend of seven years. He'd told me he was single and unattached. When I'd marched into his office and told him off, he'd explained that we could even fuck even though he was engaged.

The man was a sleazebag, and there was no way I could work for him now that he'd been promoted to vice president. Aside from being a cheating pig, he also knew nothing about marketing.

"In my case, I'm relatively confident that I was the better candidate."

She gave me a completely fake smile and folded her hands on her desk. Did I say something to upset her in the bathroom earlier? I didn't think so... But her next question certainly jogged my memory.

"So tell me, what is it about your afternoon interview that makes the company seem superior? I mean, as a marketing expert, they must be doing something right to make you consider paying for a cab?"

Oh. Shit.

Even though, in spite of things, I thought I handled myself professionally, I could tell her mind was made up about me.

Just as the interview was coming to an end, an older gentleman popped his head into her office. "Sweetheart, are you coming for dinner tomorrow night? Your mother has been bugging me to get you to commit."

"Dad, umm... Mr. Dae-jung, I'm in the middle of an interview. Can we talk about it later?"

"Sure, sure. Sorry. Stop by my office later." He smiled politely at me and knocked on the door jamb as his goodbye before walking away.

My mouth hung open as I turned back to my interviewer. I already knew the answer, but asked anyway. "Dang...Dae-jung, the president of Flora Cosmetics, is your father?"

"Yes. And I'd like to think I earned the SVP of marketing job because of my qualifications, not because I'm his daughter."

Yeah, right. Since I'd inserted my foot into my mouth twice today, I saw no point in prolonging the pain.

I stood. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Dang."

My afternoon only got better after that. I'd just stepped out of my air conditioned cab in front of the building where my two o'clock interview was scheduled when my phone started buzzing. The company I'd been excited about interviewing with--the company I'd essentially ruined my
first interview over-was calling to cancel my interview and let me know the position had been filled already.

Great. Just great.

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To be continued.......

well this describes Taehyung character in this story a carefree, wild, smart and sassy guy.I hope you will like what more is gonna happen in this story.