"Happy girls are the prettiest."
I ate my salad, barely looking up at Mr. Suit Guy as he ate his kimchi.
"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.
He blinked his surprise away.
Oh don't judge. I'm hungry
"Well, have you heard of a company called BigHit?" Mr. Suit started.
"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.
People have requested many, many times for me to write a blog about them. Too much pressure for me.
Mr. Suit nodded.
"And you're the best blogger in South Korea, Miss Uno." Mr. Suit leaned forward, a smile on his face.
"H-how did you know?" I leaned back in my chair, completely shocked. How does he know my blogger name?
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.
"More like scary." I mumbled.
Mr. Suit chuckled.
"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.
I dropped my fork.
"Me?" I pointed to myself, wiping away the salad dressing from my mouth.
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. "I'm gonna have to do so much research on them and you said personal?" I asked.
Mr. Suit nodded.
"You would go anywhere and everywhere with them, blogging their every move." Mr. Suit informed.
"I don't think so. I don't want to spend my every day with five boys." I shook my head.
"Seven." Mr. Suit corrected.
"Seven?!" I asked, surprised by their number.
Mr. Suit nodded, sipping his water.
"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.
"You'll get paid." Mr. Suit called out.
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.
"$3,000 a week."
My jaw dropped.
"That's about $144,000 a year." I whispered, sitting down across from him.
"You're a smart young lady." Mr. Suit acknowledged my mental math skills.
Young lady? That's creepy
"And I only have to blog about the seven of them?" I asked, not believing this incredible offer.
"Seven days a week." Mr. Suit nodded.
This is going to be hard.
But I need the money
"You've got yourself a deal." I held out my hand to shake his with 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.
"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.
"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.
End Of Chapter Two
Surprise! Jin is already here!