"The noises you're making, are driving me crazy"
"Stop being such a tease and let me have you.."
Interning at Big Hit Entertainment, you expected it to be a great way to casually bump into BTS. Little did you know, they are really not what they seem...
They refer to it as a 'conference room' but it really is more like a small hall with no tables, chairs or anything else for that matter. There must be something going on today as the narrow room had at least 100 people walk in and out like traffic.
I looked down at the cardboard box that was labelled "50 Fresh Spring Waters", and noticed I was missing one or two in the previously jammed packed box.
Sighing, I looked around at the forest of feet hoping my careless mistake didn't injure anyone.
I had applied to work as an unpaid intern at Big Hit Entertainment, mainly as an ARMY hoping to bump into the boys I've fawned over all this time. But after a week of working there, the closest thing I've come to was the posters of the boy group plastered all over the building.
That is until last night. I shuddered, trying to push the replaying scene back into my head.
The cold of the night.
The smell of alcohol.
Words ringing in my ears.
The throbbing bruise, evidence of where a grip used to be.
This was all a mistake.
The bottle I had desperately looked for was against a pair of Jordan's wearing limbs. Crawling towards the feet, I outstretched my hand to retrieve the piece of plastic.
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Just as I was closing in on my target, it was swiftly swooped up by the owner of the feet. The man gestured the bottle in my direction and chuckled. Only pausing to look at my bruise.
"Here you go." My gaze traced up the arms of the bottle holder and reached his face.
It was Park Jimin.
My muscles were stiff as I gape at his alluring face.
"Here," He gestured, laughing again, "you're the one that dropped all those bottles yeah?"
"Umm.. No.. I mean.. YEAH! I mean it wasn't.." My nerves went into overdrive as an upchuck of words sped out of my mouth.
The brown haired man bursted out another chorus of laughter, his eyebrows wrinkled, looking simultaneously entertained and confused.
Deciding I was incapable of taking the bottle from him, Jimin placed the water bottle in the cardboard nearby along with the rest of them.
"Thanks sunbae," I managed to blurt out, as I dusted myself off the floor into a bow. Feeling my face heat up, I looked away in embarrassment.
"Oh that was nothing," his face pulled a cheeky half smile. "Do you need help giving these out?"
"No, no, no, no!" I waved my hands in front of me. "That's my job! Besides, the box broke, I need to see if I can find a new one."
