"Do I really have to be Elsa?!" I shrieked, glaring at the bright blue dress that was just shoved in my hands by our boss, a thirty-something tall, ripped and handsome man by the name of Rain.

I still wasn't sure whether this was even his real name. It's just what he makes us call him.

"I already told you, Di," his voice boomed in the small space of the storage room. "You're Elsa and Quinn is Anna. You're sisters and you wanna build a snowman or some other shit kids love. End of discussion."

I groaned, rolling my eyes towards Quinn who was twirling in front of the mirror, squealing happily.

"Who even requests that the waitresses are dressed as Disney princesses at a boy's birthday party?" I huffed.

Rain scratched his neck, giving me a clueless look. "You know what, I actually have no idea... the godfather was the one who made all the arrangements so I guess it's important to him and the birthday boy."

"The birthday boy is two years old. He won't have any idea what will be going on around him." I stated blankly.

"And by the way, why are we even serving champagne at a kid's birthday?" Quinn glided towards us, her hands on her hips. "It's, like, 2 in the afternoon."

Rain was getting impatient and cranky. "As I already told you girls, the godfather requested it." He groaned.

"Well this godfather sounds like a total douche." I concluded, letting my shoulders relax.

"Did the godfather also request strippers?" Quinn asked jokingly.

"You girls should be thankful that he didn't." Rain gritted before gliding past us and stepping out of the room. His head peeked inside one last time to glare at us. "And hurry up, the guests are already here."

I sighed helplessly, my fingers clasping around the sparkly material of the blue princess gown in my hands.

"Looks like I'm going to be Elsa today."

"I'm betting my ass this godfather dude is some real big perv." Quinn mumbled.

"He ain't getting near that ass," I gestured towards my backside, earning a cackle from Quinn.

Rain merely scoffed and rolled his eyes at us before stomping towards the door. Just as he was about to exit, he turned around and I got startled by the wideness of his eyes.

"Fuck," he sighed. "I forgot the cake."

"You forgot the cake?!" Quinn exclaimed.

"Goddammit ahjussi, that's like, the bare minimum for a birthday party," I tsked, offering him my most judgmental shake of my head.

The disappointment on his face shifted into irritability as his narrowed gaze zeroed in on me.

"Since you're such a smarty pants, you're going to go get it for me." He commanded.

"Ah, man! I can barely walk in this cage of a dress!" I whined loudly, throwing my head back and looking at the ceiling. "Why me, God, why?!"

"Stop being so overdramatic and just go get it," Rain ordered in a voice that didn't invite much negotiation. Now, he was looking straight up bored by my antics.

"You and your big mouth," Quinn murmured, shaking her head.

"You be grateful I'm not withholding your paycheck for calling me an ahjussi," Rain said in a threatening voice just as I stomped past him.

I merely shot him an angry look before fleeing the storage unit and proceeding towards the staircase. The cake must be in the cold room that's like five stairs down. No way I was going to walk that much in that goddamn princess gown.

If you haven't figured it out already, I fucking hate dresses.

Instead, I headed for the elevator. I pressed the button and luckily, the doors opened almost momentarily. Grinning happily, I glided inside and pressed the button for the ground floor.

The doors started to slide closed. I rested my back on the wall and just as I was about to let my eyelids fall closed for a moment, I heard a voice so kind and gentle it contrasted the urgency of the situation.

"Hold the doors, please!"

I shot for the button just as a pair of polished black leather boots stepped in.

"Ah!" the newcomer released a couple of deep exhales, probably from the run over here. Clad in a crisp suit that fit his lean and strong build well, he fixed the collar of his white shirt as he straightened up his shoulders. "Thank you-"

Instantaneously, I was transported into a memory where I had taken off a very similar suit off of his phenomenal and perfectly built physique, raking my fingers into the skin of his back.

"You!" I exclaimed, resisting the urge to bash my head into the elevator mirror.

Instead of looking as startled as me, Jimin tilted his head to the side with subtle surprise, recognition dawning in his enchanting brown orbs.

"Would you look at that," he commented before his initial surprise evaporated. A smirk took its place as he eyed me up and down, taking in my very ridiculous attire. "Cute dress, but not slutty enough for my taste."

I put on my best deadpan face, however I could not conceal my shock and my sudden urge to light myself on fire.

"Which floor?" I asked in a measured tone, trying my best to sound casual and ignore the mocking glint of his eyes.

"Whichever you're going to," Jimin licked his lips. I wondered if he did that intentionally and whether he was reminded of how that same tongue had roamed my entire body that night when we-

Stop this.

"Is there anything you find funny?" I questioned, triggered by the snobby snort he followed with.

"Is there a costume party somewhere in this building?" he asked, amusement entangled in his voice as I desperately attempted to avoid his gaze.

"Not any of your business."

"Maybe I want to come with you. Aren't you looking for a date?"

"Cool, you're already dressed up."

"I am?" his brows pulled together for a second.

"Yeah you are," I scoffed, folding my arms in front of my chest. "As the world's biggest douche."

"Wow, Diane," he looked almost offended as he placed a hand on his chest theatrically. "I did not expect such treatment from you, young lady. As a matter of fact, I am really happy to see you here after you skipping out on me last night. That wasn't very nice." He pouted.

I offered him a forced smile. "Cut the crap, we're not doing this again."

"Doing what?"

"The flirting. The foreplay. I won't sleep with you again." I knew better than that. Sadly, I was completely aware that if I kept on giving in to Jimin's charms, I would sink knees deep into this infatuation that was starting to take over my brain.

"Who says anything about sleeping?" Jimin chuckled. "I'm just being cordial, it's called manners and being polite to someone you've been inside of."

"Gross!" I mimicked a barf.

"Oh come on, we both know you loved it," He grinned.

That I did.

But I'll never give him the satisfaction of confirming it.

"It's okay to admit it, Diane. You and I, we really work together. In bed, I mean," he offered me a devilish grin. "Understandably so, since we're both highly attractive people. Although, I'm in much better physical shape."

"Excuse me?!" I gasped, glaring at him in disbelief.

"No offense," he said sheepishly. "You were getting a little bit out of breath towards the end."

"You jerk!" I swatted my fist at his biceps lightly. He just started laughing, apparently amused by how worked up I was getting when he was messing with me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is so bad. I can't be in a confined space with him for too long without wanting to take his clothes off.

So Jimin and I have this weird dynamic. When he opens his mouth I wanna rip his head off, but when he does this thing where he looks at me all sexy and seductive I just want to get in his pants as fast as possible.

Splendid.

My impatience was becoming apparent as I could not control the nervous tapping of my foot. Jimin kept observing me silently with his little arrogant smirk when-

*crash*

The elevator started shaking as I gripped on the iron railing behind me. The light went out for a second before turning on again as the most horrendous thud entered my ears. I couldn't suppress the gasp that erupted through me as I felt Jimin's arms secure around me.

"It's okay," he mumbled. "It's okay, Diane, the elevator just got stuck." His hand stroked down my hair as I gripped on his arm, the fabric creasing around my fingers as I felt myself start to hyperventilate. Jimin gasped softly, taken aback by my reaction.

"Sorry," I apologized and drew back after a while, feeling as if I had stained his gazillion dollar suit with my poor. Moreover, I was extremely embarrassed of letting myself be seen by him in this vulnerable state.

"Don't be," he said quietly, reluctance evident in his motions as he pulled back and shoved his hands in his pockets.

I took a good look around myself and strained my ears to hear better. Yup, apparently we were really stuck in this shithole of an elevator.

Just my luck.

"Shit," I cussed quietly. Jimin bit his lip, obviously he wanted to say something but eventually gave up. Did he want to ask me what the hell was me clinging onto him like a teddy bear all of a sudden? If he were, it was for the better that he didn't address that. The situation was already triggering enough for me, I didn't need his shameless prying into my childhood traumas.

"Shouldn't we call for help?" I asked in a flat voice.

"No reception," his shoulders fell in defeat. "Anyway, why are you dressed as an icicle?"

"It's not a cupcake. I'm Elsa from Frozen." I explained begrudgingly.

"That dress really suits you," he said earnestly, throwing me off guard.

Was that a compliment?

"Thank you." I mumbled. There was a long pause of silence that ensued as I let my face soften a little bit. "It's for this stupid event. I work part-time as a waitress so I can support myself through college."

"Wait a second," Jimin said. "You work for Buttercup Events?"

I furrowed my brows. "Yeah, why?"

The widest ear-splitting grin spread on his face.

"Oh, Diane," he mumbled. "The Universe has this weird way of constantly bringing us together and making us gravitate towards each other."

I stared at him in bewilderment until it dawned on me.

"Wait a minute," I gasped as memories from that day when I saw him at the grocery shop with a kid came to mind. "You're attending that stupid birthday party I'm working at today!"

"I wouldn't call it stupid-"

"I should have known this! I should have known it would be your kid when I saw you here!"

"Kid?

"You should know, that godfather is a real tool," I scoffed. "He had requested we wear these ridiculous outfits today-"

"Diane," his deep voice cut me off as Jimin turned to properly face me. "It's not my kid."

I was surprised. "It's not?"

"No," he shook his head. "It's my best friend's kid. I am the godfather... and I can easily get you out of that ridiculous outfit if you hate it that much." He smirked as he leaned in closer and his scent filled my senses.

Oops. Looks like I'm in trouble.

Author's note:

Hello, hello, hi there! Sorry for the slow updates, guys! Admittedly this chapter is not my best work,I just didn't want to keep you guys waiting for too long. I was super busy.

But enough about me! Do you like Jimin and Diane's dynamic? Do you think things between them will get beyond the physical? Do you think they'd be a nice match? We got a small glimpse of Jimin's caring side in this chapter and let me tell you, Diane is not as tough as she wants to appear.

We're going to get into their characters' backstories soon. As always thanks for reading! Love you lots!