(A/N: So we all know I editing this book. So just to let you know I made some minor changes. Dw you don't have to reread the book. So Sunhee is 22 years old and is doing modeling and fashion. She and her friends vminkook are in modeling and fashion academy yk those who especially give those courses. I changed it to give Sunhee the experience okay. And Seokjin is 30 years old 😏 because I love age gap. Enjoy reading)

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I was pacing back and forth, fear and embarrassment were eating me up. I had no idea what to do— but moreover how the video got leaked.

"How?" I asked myself, my hands fighting the roots of my hair. How the fuck the video got leaked was the biggest mystery I came across in my life. There was no one in the restaurant, just me, Hayoon, and Mrs. Han— wait what if she is the one— no it can be possible. Hayoon said she is a regular customer and looked close to Mrs. Han, she can't do this to Hayoon.

It must be some sasaeng.

My head was wandering around many things. First, it was my moaning video out on the internet— similar to a porn video. I wonder how many times some men have repeated it. Second, I was violating my diet. Seokjin will fuck my ass so bad— I mean eventually he's going to don't either way. Third, I was spotted with Hayoon. A newbie model like me and top model Hayoon spotting having lunch together is a big and weird thing. I wish I could know what's going on in her fanbase regarding me.

I looked at the watch. Heesu has been gone for an hour. She said she will go and inform the PR team about this, and she didn't come back. Her absence was making me more scared, I was badly in need of moral support. 

"Should I go and talk to Heesu?" I asked myself. I needed to talk to her, at least some words like "We hacked all devices of the world and deleted the video from all devices!" or something like that. I sighed, either way, I need to meet Heesu to know what's going on and how much fucked I'm right now.

I walked towards the door but stopped in my tracks. What if I came across the devil himself? I was pretty sure Seokjin would be livid— or was livid if he knew what I did. The situation was pretty big, of course, he knew what was happening. I'm pretty sure he's talking with his lawyer and scheming on how to sue because that's the only thing he could do since he can't fire me— but there was a high chance he would fire me.

I let out a silent scream and crouched down, pulling my hair while regretting my life choice.

My modeling career ends here.

Sam Sunhee, a 22-year-old cum. She is known to have the smallest modeling career in the industry. She set the world record of having the shortest modeling career which lasted four entire 6 hours. She died due to embarrassment. Legend says she haunts her boss every day and will do it until her last ghost breath which is eternity.

I stood up, dusting the imaginary don't off my dress. I sighed, took deep breaths; composing myself. I needed to go out and check up on what was happening. With this determination, I walked to the door and opened it, coming face to face with the Mephistopheles himself. My eyes widened, I had never seen him this angry before, not even when I called him duck face. His entire face was red, his ears were redder and I could see a couple of veins popping from the side of his neck.

He looked hot. *that fuckboy expression* 

I should make him angry more often.

Wait— what? 

He was angry, and of course, he was angry with me. I should be scared of him. That look on his face wasn't good for me at all. In that case, I should punch him hard so he can go unconscious and I don't have to face his wrath. I should scream and make it look like I'm scared of his duck face and should punch his face.

Yes. Punch his face—

I screamed— as planned in my head. But I didn't expect his anger to vanish as soon as he heard me scream. His expressions morphed and fear resided on his face. His face turned redder and he began to scream along with me. He looked behind me while moving his hand up and down, moving closer to me. He turned his head towards me, but before he could do anything I punched right across his face— 

Bhum! 

He fell back on the floor, unconscious with a nosebleed.

I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands, my eyes widened. I did expect him to knock down from my punch but I didn't expect him to have a nosebleed.

Did I break his nose?

I pressed my lips, trying to hide my smile even though my hands were covering my mouth.  I shouldn't laugh at this serious situation. My boss was in front of me, lying half dead with a massive nosebleed. I could get sued for what I have done but my mind couldn't help but think of this joke.

VoldeJin. 

But my inner joke soon died down when I heard a pain moan leaving his lips, his body slowly moving. With wide eyes, I crouched down not knowing what I was supposed to do. My brain ran wild, thinking of anything I could do— oh wait he's having a nosebleed, I should put him in an upright position. With this, I tried to pick him up and as soon as I grabbed his hand to lift him— out of the blue opened his eyes, making me startled. 

Another high-pitched scream left my mouth which once again made him scream as well. But this time, it was my reflect-action to form my fist and punch him. My surprised eyes looked at my fist and then looked at the man who was lying unconscious in front of me. I shook my head as his nose bled more. 

Fuck me.

I'm going to jail for an attempt to murder my boss.

"What's happening!?" I heard a lot of scurrying sounds and heard the mumbling of people. I looked up and saw a lot of people coming at us, eyes wide as they saw their boss lying almost dead.

"We— H-He fell unconscious." I lied and all of them looked at me, skeptical. 

"We heard screams from here!" One of the female employees yelled, liked yelled at me.

"Uh…  he suddenly had a massive nosebleed and we both got scared and thought he was turning into a monster and suddenly he fell unconscious. It must be because he got scared!" I lied so badly and they all looked at me as if I was some sort of monster.

"We should give him CPR! Does anyone know how to give CPR?" More people started to surround us which made me more nervous.

Am I going to a mental asylum? 

No! Not before I attended my favorite band's concert. 

"I know how to perform CPR." A male volunteered, making my eyes wide. 

"No!" I yelled, and clumsily stood up. I extended my hands, shielding Jin and blocking that keen CPR-giver's way. There is no way I let anyone give a mouth-to-mouth kiss to Jin whereas I watch the entire drama. 

What? 

No— actually there is no way I let someone give Jin CPR because first, I'm pretty sure he won't appreciate a man kissing his lips, doesn't matter if it was to save his life or whatever. He doesn't wanna relive that moment when he almost has sexual intercourse with a man— after all, it all began with a kiss. Second, if he woke up right I'm one thousand percent sure I'm ending up getting sued or in 'justify action in L' J.A.I.L. 

"There is no way you're giving CPR to him!" 

"There is no way you're giving CPR to me!" 

I yelled— but with me, someone else screamed too.

I looked back at looked at horrified Jin who was covering his lower face, protecting his precious mouth. His wide eyes had horror and fear, his hair was a mess—

Wait he was a mess. Reason? Me bitch!

His eyes fall on me— once filled with fear was now once again filled with anger. I almost cried while seeing him standing up, regretting all the life choices I did so far. 

Within milliseconds I prayed to every existing god— but well not even god could save me from him.

The menace, Eviljin. 

God, please make him disappear or do anything. If you save me then I am damn sure I will see Yoongi with pure eyes, no dirty thoughts regarding Namtiddies, and no more dreams of ridding j-cock. Please I will never imagine any filthy things and will never read smuts. God this is your chance of proving your existence, if you save me then I'm sure I won't have sex anymore. I will live sex-free for the rest of my life.

"You are in big trouble Ms. Sam Sunhee." He hissed in front of my face and grabbed my arms. "And if you punched me one more time I swear I will make sure you need assistance in doing every single thing."

One second thought, fuck you god. Wait until I die, I will punch you in your face.

"Go back to your work." He tore his gaze from me and look at the employees behind me. I heard them walking away whispering things my mind was too numb to understand. I stood there like a statue, I didn't know whether it was due to Seokjin's threat or the fact he was standing too close to me— so close I could smell his expensive perfume. He smelled like… vanilla and english roses.

Fuck, is it possible to smell this good? 

For a second I was lost, and out of this world while looking into his eyes. Goddammit, when did his eyes become this beautiful? I have met him before but I didn't pay this much attention to his eyes. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, so deep I could find myself drowning in them— wait what the fuck!?

I harshly slapped myself, so hard that it hurt so bad but it was enough for me to take out of the forbidden place. 

Works every time. You should try it too when you find yourself drowning in unholy thoughts while studying— no you don't need hobi water. You need a fucking slap right across your face to pull you out of that place.

"Are you fucking crazy!?" Seokjin asked, his hand gripping my face and turning it sideways, examining my cheek which I just slapped. "Are you trying to frame me? Will you tell the media that Kim Seokjin slapped you to hide the fact that you punched me twice!?" 

"Stop watching too much kdrama." I deadpanned, catching him off-guard.

"Let's go, not even a day you already have your first scandal." He sighed, pressing the bridge of his nose but winced letting it go. 

"Where?" 

"Meeting room." He started to walk and I followed him quietly. 

"Why did you punch me in my fucking face?" He asked once we entered the elevator.

"I was scared, of course, who wouldn't be scared when you suddenly come in front of them." I scoffed and rolled my eyes, hoping he won't sense my lie.

"Do you think my handsome face makes people scared!?" He asked, his voice clearly stating he was angry. I chose not to reply to him, purposely avoiding his eyes. 

"What about the people? They saw us and we definitely weren't behaving professionally." I asked hesitantly. 

"It was you, you weren't behaving professionally. Punching me twice in the face—"

"In my defense, I was scared but hey I saved you from having an unwanted kiss." 

"You were the reason I got in that situation." He sighed. "Don't worry about them, they were the finance team. You prolly won't come across them again. And every JinHit employee signs a non-disclosure agreement. If they breach the agreement they have to pay 50 million wons. So don't worry about rumors getting outside but I can't say about inside." He sighed again. 

"We—"

"Don't worry, I won't let the rumors affect you." His sudden words made me blush. I didn't say anything after that— didn't get a chance because of the elevator door opener he stepped outside with me following closely. He walked into the hallway and opened a door, holding it for me. I muttered thanks and entered the room— where all eyes were on me. I saw Heesu, Hayoon, and Ms. Park sitting around the table and soon Seokjin took a seat looking at me.

"Sit down, you're the main star of the show." I nodded and sat on the nearest seat.

"What happened to your nose?" Hayoon asked as soon as she saw blood around his nose and mouth, his white shirt was now red around the collar. Seokjin looked at me more like glared at me while I avoided any sort of eye contact with him.

"Ask her." He took some wipes and cleaned his face while Hayoon looked at me, expecting some sort of answer. "I need you to tell the exact reason you told those employees." I gulped, pleadingly looking at him but he didn't spare me a glance.

"He has a nosebleed and fell unconscious. Must be due to stress." I awkwardly laughed. I looked at Seokjin who looked at me as if he will murder me right here and right now. 

"Of course, it was ought to happen." Hayoon sighed.

"It's all because of you and her. You both are the reason for my misery." He pointed at Hayoon while cleaning off blood. "Especially you." He pointed at me.

"Me?" 

"Yes, you. Not even twenty-four hours and we have— give the iPad." Seokjin requested Ms. Park and she passed the iPad to him. "Yeah, we have this moaning video of yours. It's all over the fucking internet. I can find it on every social media and every fan page of Hayoon. Seriously? Who moaned like this? And on top, you broke the diet, even after the talk we had? What were you thinking Sun? Do you have any idea have you done?" He rapped fast, like a rapper.

"Seokjin, it's not her mistake, I understand it was my mistake to pressure her to eat that but besides that, it's all that person's fault who recorded us. It was an invasion of privacy. You should be finding that person and preparing a lawsuit against the person instead of blaming her." Hayoon sighed.

"Of course, you are the influence. She didn't have the guts to do that shit." 

"It's okay if she broke the diet—" 

"It's not about the damn diet Hayoon. At this point, every fucking person has to hear her moan. That's the damn problem." He heaved. I looked at him— we all looked at him. 

"Basically you're angry and jealous because everyone knows how I sound when I moan. Am I getting this right?" I asked.

"What—What do think of me? Am I your boyfriend?" He asked, scoffing.

"I mean—" before I could speak he put his finger in front of my mouth— just a few centimeters close and his finger would touch my lips.

"Not now." He hushed me and looked at the audience.

"Alright." He took a deep breath. "It was nobody's mistake. Our team is searching for the person who uploaded the video. But what about this, do you have any idea what's happening on social right now?" He asked and passed the iPad to us. My eyes widen upon reading the headlines.

"Hayoon and her girlfriend on a date?" I read the headline. I looked at Hayoon who was in shock, while Heesu, Jin, and Ms. Park looked like they already knew this.  

Well, we all dream of being idols' significant other. We all dream of being their girlfriend/boyfriend. I did this too, and currently, I was living my dream. 

I was living the Y/N life. I was the Y/N.

But I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. Should I dance or cry? I didn't know, but one thing I knew about my modeling career is destroyed.

"What do you mean by what to do?" Hayoon spoke. "Release a statement saying we are best friends. It's not a crime to behave like this around friends and tell them we are not in a relationship. Tell them we were being ourselves and free in private. It wasn't our fault someone recorded us." 

"Do you think I'm dumb? The PR team is working on the article, the question is why will happen if my father will get to know this? Another dating scandal of yours, this time with a female." Jin sighed, tiredness evident in his voice.

"So what? I don't fear that old man. He can fuck himself. And even if he gets to know I don't give a shit. I have proof that Sunhee is my best friend and we didn't anything wrong. I will tell him and shove the fact this on his face, that I'm innocent and I have right to do things and I'm more than just his son's w—"

"Hayoon!" Seokjin suddenly exclaimed, making all of us flinch. He looked at Hayoon and his eyes pointed toward me. Hayoon looked at me and then at him, and I didn't know what happened between them but I was pretty sure they both just has a talk that involve me.

"Alright, we will release the statement soon," Seokjin announced, making all of us sigh. "Ms. Park, please tell the head PR to email the official article to the reporters." Ms. Park nodded and left.

Finally, this will be clear of my head.

"Oh yeah, I forget about it. Heesu, you said you wanted to tell something at the beginning of the meeting." Heesu nodded and took the iPad and then pass it to us. Once again my eyes went wide.

"Ms— Sunhee is t-trending under the hashtag of #moaningmodel." She spoke making me want to disappear. "And she has gained over average 10k followers on her official social which includes Twitter and Instagram." Once again my mouth was thing open. "I have done my research, this might be unnecessary but so far there is no hate regarding Ms. Hayoon and Sunhee, many fans are saying they are not lovers but friends— some are excepting their relationship." She said.

"What the f—"

"Well that's a good start for your career Ms. Sam. Look, you got your head start." Seokjin mocked. "Congratulations— I wish I could say but unfortunately this will vanish as soon as it came, once the official statement is over I will all be gone." Seokjin informed. "Don't worry, I will congrats you will achieve this again." He sighed and stood up. He was right, this will vanish soon, I have seen real-life cases.

"And…" Heesu trailed. 

"And? There is something more?" Seokjin asked as he fixed his tie.

"Sunhee just got an offer from 3seconds. They want her to model for their upcoming summer collection."

Okay— what the fuck!?

A/N

Okayyyy 4:12 am!

Okay, I tried to proofread but I don't have time so :')

Second, I tried to make it funnier and crack, hope I succeed.

Third, beware a romance is cumming!!

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