3: Velvet and Champagne
Woah, job status?
"I didn't get any emails on that," you said, keeping Jimin on speaker while you scrolled through your inbox.
"I know you didn't. I asked them not to send it to you."
"W-why?" you asked, getting a bit worried. Did he not want them to send it to you because you would be so utterly disappointed that you might never see daylight again?
"Because..."
"Because why?" You were almost screaming from anticipation.
"Because... I wanted to hear your reaction when I tell you that you goT THE JOB!"
"..."
"Y/N?"
"..."
"This is priceless, but I'm starting to get a little worried.
"Y/N, are you okay? You don't seem to be breathing..."
Oh. You had forgotten how to breathe for a second.
"I'm... uh... k... ah... s..."
"Um, Y/N.exe has stopped working. You got the job, girl!"
"I... mh..." You took a few deep breaths, trying to make your brain work again. Then something popped into your mind. "Jimin, are you pranking me?"
"No! I'm not."
"Prove it."
"Fine. I'll send you a screenshot of the email. Hang on."
Four seconds and a ding! later, a notification appeared. You clicked on it so fast, you wished you could've been that fast in gym class. A picture of an email appeared on the screen and you hurriedly read it.
It said that you have been accepted (!!!!!!!!!!!), that your salary will be, uh, that enormous number, that you'll fly over there, meet the band and start your six-month contract on March 1st, and to call or email them to confirm the date. It had the same layout as your previous Big Hit email, but had a less robotic tone and had Haeun's electronic signature.
Damn.
Damndamndamndamn.
"Tsk tsk, language," Jimin chided, making you jump and drop your phone. You hadn't realized that you'd been saying that out loud. "Wow, sis, did you just hit your phone just to scare me?"
"No, I accidentally dropped it because you scared me," you said, checking your phone for cracks. It must've landed on its case, so nothing was broken. Phew.
"Oh. Anyway, now do you believe me?"
"Yeah. You almost gave me a heart attack, though."
"And you almost gave me one. I thought your brain melted for a moment there."
"Ha ha. Thanks for your help, though. Your letter was definitely a big part in getting me this job."
"Yeah. It was, like, 97% because of me."
"Mhm. I only wrote the resume, cover letter, and went to my interview and everything, but it's still 97% you."
"Basically, yeah."
"Whatever. Can you tell me what I should expect when I get-"
"Later, later. Hey, I gotta go, I'm supposed to be in the studio by now. Love you, bye."
Beep.
Fine, you'll manage without him. March 1st was exactly a week from now, not counting today, so you better get ready. You still couldn't really believe that you'd done it. You'd beat out hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of other fans and got the job. Destiny was really the only way to describe it.
Well, it was going to be a heck of a ride from here on. March 1st was so close! You'd better get started. You lugged the huge striped suitcase that hadn't been used since college out of your closet, unzipping the thing and flipping it open on the floor
Clothes and stuff for six months. That would be the tiniest bit of a challenge, but nothing you couldn't handle. Plus, they most likely have a washing machine and stores nearby, so you really didn't need to bring THAT much stuff. It would be a breeze. The hard part was still yet to come, but you didn't want to think about that. Like, you'd already impressed your mom, survived a plane, passed an interview, met your long-lost brother and convinced him to boost your chances by a LOT, and got your dream job. Your DREAM job.
How hard could it be?
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Dammit!
You'd forgotten to bring your sunglasses again.
It was another mercilessly sunny day as you stepped off the plane, the bright, cloudless sky seeming to sneer at your life choices.
Déjà vu, much?
However, this time, you weren't going to an interview. You were going to your job. The worry that you'd felt before was replaced by excitement. And the mini suitcase was replaced by one that was, like, five times bigger.
Unfortunately, the weather was more or less identical, which meant that you had to squint your eyes to prevent permanent vision injury.
You were supposed to meet up with Haeun at the Big Hit office at 11:30 (am, of course). It was 10:50-ish right now, so you still had a comfortable amount of time, but not enough to get yourself some sunglasses. Sigh.
"Okay... 91. 91, 91, 91, where is 91..." You looked around until you found the bright red number atop the familiar black car, and headed towards it.
"Good morning, Miss Y/N. How are you today?" your driver greeted you as you strapped yourself in.
"No 'Miss!'" you exclaimed, plastering an offended look on your face. "I'm doing well, though. And you?"
"Well as well," he answered, which made you smile. "To the office?"
"Of course."
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"Oh my goodness, don't start this again." You pushed the bill back across the dashboard.
Your driver pushed it to your side again. "Miss, I must refuse, it doesn't feel right to take money for just-"
"No 'Miss!'" You pushed it back to his side. "It's only 5,000 won, just go get yourself a coffee and be done."
"But Mi- Y/N, I-"
"Does it say anywhere that you shouldn't take money when willingly offered? No? Then why do you still do it?? You're acting like I'm giving you a Rolex or something. Just take it!"
He sighed and took the bill. "Fine. But only since I don't want to cause you any further delay."
"Thank you. Here's another 5,000 won." You grinned and closed the door before he could react. With your absolutely ridiculous salary, you won't have to worry about over-tipping anymore.
You grabbed your suitcase (which your driver had already conveniently taken out of for you) and walked to the doors of the office.
Wow. You were a part of this place now. The air seemed less expensive, now that you were working for the company, but you still tried to breathe as little as you could.
Okay. Here goes nothing.
The door opened smoothly, but it was a little awkward to drag your ginormous suitcase along with you.
"Oh, no need for that, Y/N dear." It was Haeun, jogging down the hall as fast as she could in those heels. "The limousine is right outside. Stretch, of course."
Wait, limo?
Okay. Okay, okay.
Okay.
"Let me help you with that." She helped you unstick the suitcase and get it back out the door.
"Thanks, Miss," you said gratefully.
"Chinhae rubbing off on you?" Haeun chuckled. "Just Haeun, please. This way, if you will."
You followed her, dragging your suitcase behind you. The two of you walked to the far end of the building and turned the corner.
And there was the limo.
You'd never seen a real limousine before, only in movies. They looked bigger in real life. It was in such a pure, blindingly white color that you had to shield your eyes. You also wondered why they needed an entire limousine to fit just you and Haeun. Oh well. You weren't going to complain anytime soon. A guy was waiting by the side of it, and he opened the door as you arrived.
"After you," you said before Haeun could open her mouth. Hey, you weren't going to let her be the polite one all the time. She smiled and stepped in, and you followed.
Woah. The cushion of the chairs were vanilla-y leather, but the backrest was covered in wine-red velvet. There were fancy-looking lights on the ceiling and lining the floor of the car. There wasn't one of those glamorous ultra-fancy black and neon lit-up swanky-as-heck bars, but you had a feeling that wasn't appropriate so maybe it was better this way. It did have a long mini-bar on the opposite side of the seat, so you could reach in and get drinks on the way. The mini-bar was designed like the one in the hotel, except longer, and it didn't have a glass door so you couldn't see what drinks were inside. You were almost expecting champagne at this point, though.
"Would you like a drink?" Haeun asked, seeing you eye the cooler.
"Oh, yes, please." The car was pleasantly cool, unlike the weather outside, but a nice, cold drink wouldn't hurt.
"Okay. Name a drink, and we'll probably have it. Sorry, but no champagne," she chuckled, seeing your expression. "Any other drink?"
"Um, Sprite?" you asked, naming the first soda off the top of your head.
"Oh, I'm sorry. For some reason, our supply of Sprite keeps mysteriously disappearing. Now that I think about it, it's every time BTS gets in the car... hm. So sorry about that."
"It's fine. Then... Mountain Dew?"
"Sure." She reached in and took out a can, which she handed to you. You thanked her, then wasted no time in popping it open and taking a big gulp.
"Woah, are you okay?" Haeun asked, slightly alarmed as you started coughing violently.
"Yeah," you managed as the coughing subsided. "Woo. Sorry, I didn't expect it to be that fizzy."
She laughed. "Happens to the best of us."
The rest of the ride was just some comfortable small talk (and small sips of soda, as you were careful to do). You learned that you would see a lot more of Haeun in the future, because she was kind of in charge of the whole "personal assistant" thing, but that was about the only thing worth remembering; it was small talk after all. Although there wasn't much meaning to the words, you enjoyed chatting with Haeun. She was a great listener and wasn't shy to talk about herself, but wasn't overly absorbed about it, which you appreciated, since your life wasn't very exciting and nobody likes a narcissist. The time flew by, and sooner than you knew it, the guy was opening the door.
"We're here," Haeun said.
"We're here," you repeated under your breath. There was a brief moment of awkwardness before you realized that you had to get out first. You mumbled an apology, then slid out of the limo. It was still bright outside, so you were anxious to get inside. The driver had taken the liberty upon himself to take your suitcase out for you, so you thanked him and gave him a bill. He accepted it without protest, and although you were kind of glad that he didn't put up a fight, you kind of missed arguing with Chinhae. Oh well. You were sure you'd have lots of opportunities to argue with him in the future
"This way, Y/N." Haeun said after opening the code-locked gate, nodding towards the cluster of building. (WARNING! a bit of creative license ahead and in the next few chapters. i'll be using the location (Hannam the Hill), but the layout and some other things will be different. thank u for understanding :))
"You'll be in apartment X," she explained as the two of you walked up the path. Good. You didn't want to live with a bunch of rowdy boys 24/7.
After a bit of walking, Haeun stopped you in front of a door. She smiled, nodded, then rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?" called an unfamiliar voice.
"Go ahead," she whispered, stepping away from the door.
"Are you sure?" you whispered back, suddenly nervous. "Maybe you should-"
"You'll be working with them for the next six months, Y/N. You can't afford to be shy," she said softly, giving you an encouraging grin.
"Who is it?" the voice repeated.
You finally recognized who was talking.
"It's me, Chim!" you called. Shuffling, then the door opened.
"Hey! Choco Pie!" Jimin squeezed you in a huge bear hug.
"Ack! Stahhp you're too strong..." You pretended to suffocate until he let you go.
"Took you long enough. Hi, Haeun. Come on in, you guys," your brother smiled and stepped aside to let you two in.
"Oh, I was just showing Y/N the way over here," Haeun said, giving you an inconspicuous wink. "I'll be on my way now."
"A-are... are you sure?" you asked, not realizing that you'd already said it a minute earlier.
"Of course," she said, waving. "Have fun." Then she turned around and started walking back in the direction of the limousine.
"Well, what are you waiting for? You're letting all the cold air out. Come!" Jimin said. You quickly inside and took off your shoes, then looked for a place to put your suitcase.
"Just leave it here," your brother said, noticing you looking around. "You can go get it after I introduce you to the boys."
"In-in-i-introduce?" you stammered. You could feel your hands starting to get sweaty. You'd never even met these guys. Heck, you'd never even seen a picture of them. You mentally slapped yourself for not doing research earlier. What if they didn't like you? What if they were like your brother and bothered you 24/7? What if-
"God, Y/N, you're listing all of the worst-case scenarios in your head again," Jimin said, poking your shoulder. "There's, like, a 0.000000000001% chance that anything could go wrong."
"What if they don't like me? I'll be seeing a lot of these guys for the next six months. They might really not like me at all, and I'll just be a bother that everyone wants to just disappear," you said breathlessly, not noticing the slight hint of hysteria in your voice. "What if they try to hurt me? Wha-"
"Y/N, I've been with these guys for, like, eight years," Jimin interrupted, his tone rigid. "They would never hurt you. Ever. I can promise you that."
You nodded hesitantly. If Jimin trusted them, then you did too. The annoying prat he was, he was still your brother, and he'd have the best intentions for you.
"And don't worry about them not liking you! They're the sweetest angels ever. Even if they don't like you, they'll like you, so don't worry."
"That makes absolutely no sense."
"It will in a bit." He grinned and beckoned. "Follow me!"
"Okay, Chim, how many banks did you have to rob to get this apartment?" you asked after a solid half-minute of walking (which doesn't sound like much, but is actually really long if you think about it).
"None. We're just so incredibly hot and talented that people are willing to pay money to watch us perform," he replied.
"Ugh. As if anybody would pay to see you and your little pals jump around a stage," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"Well, say what you may, but zero banks were harmed in the purchasing of this apartment," Jimin said. "Anyway, here we are."
The door was as ordinary as anything, even if it had fancy-hotel-door vibes. So why were you so freaking nervous?
"Fine. I'll do it," your brother said after a few seconds of hesitation. Then, without warning, he covered your eyes with his hand.
"HEY! What are you doing??" you started to scream and pull at his hand, but he quickly shushed you.
"Just want it to be a little surprise. You've never seen any pictures, right?"
You shook your head.
"Okay." You could almost hear his smirk. What you did hear was the door swinging open smoothly. Jimin nudged you into the room without moving his hand. He cleared his throat.
"Park Y/N," he said, using the most formal tone you'd ever heard coming from his mouth. "meet BTS."
And he lifted his hand.
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