Blogger

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"Happy girls are the prettiest."

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I ate my salad, barely looking up at Mr. Suit Guy as he ate his kimchi. Why is this the best salad I've ever had. What the hell I need to come here more often.

"Miss Kim, I have a very important matter to discuss with you." Mr. Suit set down his silverware and folded his hands in front of him.

"What?" I asked through my full mouth, finally looking up at him. Why does he look like a Ken doll...

He blinked his surprise away.

Oh don't judge. I'm hungry

"Well, have you heard of a company called BigHit?" Mr. Suit started, moving his drink to the side ever so slightly, breaking eye contact.

I nodded, swallowing the food in my mouth.

"BTS right?" I've heard a lot about them, adjusting my glasses.

A friend of mine is a big fan. She talks about them all the time, though I cannot seem to recall any of their names.

I know one of them is Park Jungkook and something TeaTime.

People have requested many, many times for me to write a blog about them. Too much pressure for me. And too many names to remember quite honestly.

Mr. Suit nodded.

"And you're the best blogger in South Korea, Miss Uno." Mr. Suit leaned forward, a smile on his face. I raised my eyebrow.

"Fuck." I smiled sweetly. "How do you know me?"

I've kept my identity secret for years. Not even my most dedicated fans know who I am. I did a live once and wore dark sunglasses, a hat, and a mask. They could only see my nose. My nose trended on Twitter for a day.

"BigHit is more powerful than you think." Mr. Suit folded his arms, a cocky smirk on his face.

"More like scary." I mumbled, taking another bite of my salad.

Mr. Suit chuckled, adjusting his jacket. "As I was saying. You are the best blogger in all of South Korea."

I smiled, pushing the confusion aside. "I guess you could say that." I took another bite of my salad.

"Great. BigHit wants to hire you as BTS's personal blogger." Mr Suit leaned back in his chair with a grin, glancing down at his watch.

I dropped my fork.

"Me?" I pointed to myself, wiping away the salad dressing from my mouth. He nodded and almost instantly, I shook my head. "No. I'm gonna get so much hate from their fan base, Air Way." I waved my hand.

"ARMY." Mr. Suit corrected me.

"Whatever." I swallowed, blinking fast a few times. "I'm gonna have to do so much research on them and you said personal?" I asked, frowning as I tried to clear some things up.

Mr. Suit nodded, that stupid smirk never leaving his face.

"You would go anywhere and everywhere with them, blogging their every move." Mr. Suit informed, glancing down at his watch again. Does he have somewhere better to be or something?

"I don't think so. I don't want to spend my every day with five boys." I shook my head, taking the final bite of my salad.

"Seven." Mr. Suit corrected.

"Seven?!" I asked, surprised by their number. I covered my mouth with my hand this time, being polite.

Mr. Suit nodded, sipping his water, completely unfazed by this situation. Why do I feel like he's hiding one last thing from me? He's too confident.

"Sorry, but no. I've got other blogs to write about and I can't afford to lose my only form of work." I got up, shouldering my bag that held my Chromebook. My blogs are the only thing keeping me from being homeless. I'm done with this conversation.

I started to walk away, already forgetting his face.

"You'll get paid." Mr. Suit called out, just loud enough for me to hear. I stopped walking, waiting for him to say more. "A lot."

Any form of money is worth it

When I turned back to him, I saw a smile growing on his face.

"How much?" I asked, stepping forward, interested. He glanced around and mouthed,

"$6,000 a week."

My jaw dropped. "That's about $315,000 a year." I whispered, sitting down across from him. That's a doctor's pay.

"You're a smart young lady." Mr. Suit acknowledged my mental math skills.

Young lady? That's creepy. He doesn't look that much older than me.

"And I only have to blog about the seven of them?" I asked, not believing this incredible offer, my mind completely changed.

"Seven days a week." Mr. Suit nodded, glancing down at his watch once again.

This is going to be hard.

But I need the money.

I'm sold.

"You've got yourself a deal." I held out my hand to shake his, a big smile on both of our faces.

"Perfect." Mr. Suit shook my hand. "You start tomorrow. Just go to BigHit's building and tell the front desk you're the Blogger. They'll help you out from there." Mr. Suit stood up, adjusting his jacket. "Have a good evening Miss Kim." He started to walk away.

"Wait!" I stood up, causing him to stop. "What's your name?" I asked him, eyes locked on his.

"You can call me Jin." He smiled and put on his sunglasses and walked away.

I sat down in shock and saw a hundred dollar bill on the table.

"Little shit." I smiled.

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End Of Chapter Two

Surprise! Jin is already here!