Since the day your classmate, Ryan and his pesky gang smashed your favourite wristwatch to assert their dominance in a fight, back in school, brawling with brats had been your childhood anthem and breaking their heads had been your favourite hobby.
Not to swank, but at least 8 of your class boys have described you as "terrifying" to your homeroom teacher.
To be precise, peaceful and non-violent memories with boys are scanty in your life, let alone romantic and warm memories.
But this towering, slender guy, whose shoelace you're tying right now, who offered his leather jacket to enshroud your drenched outfit and shivering body, who shielded you with his own back from the mud waves and the one who took his precious time to guide your dumbass through these maze buildings, made you feel some type of way.
Kim Namjoon, the magnificent leader of BTS with the IQ level of 148.
The holy blend of intelligence and a hot mess. If one were brave enough to enter the depths of his hazel iris, all else would blur and you'd fall so deep in the ocean of cosiness, that you'd choose to stay there, no matter what.
"What is the name of this rom-com K-drama Namjoona?", Bang PD's nasal voice cuts through your mellow thoughts like sand on a frying pan.
The plumpy guy stands there with a mile-wide smirk upon his face.
"Sorry!" You blurt out reflexively and quickly rise from the ground.
"Tch tch! At this level of messiness, you might choke on your own spit and die Namjoonah" Bang PD lets out a tired sigh and approaches the helmet head to take it off.
But Namjoon skillfully dodges his hands and trots away from the spot, yelling "Let's meet again with a proper introduction manager-nim!".
You couldn't help but stifle a grin.
"Aishh! this man and his insecurities", Bang PD mutters under his breath in Korean.
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The porcelain clock on the cafeteria's polish wall proclaims the time as five minutes until ten.
Since Bang PD asked you to wait in this cafeteria for a while as his partners suddenly preponed the meeting, you continue to gaze at the raindrops that cling, jewel-like to the glass walls of the cafeteria.
The underlying aroma of caffeine pervades your nostrils and coaxes your coffeeholic self to get an espresso for yourself, your shivering body couldn't agree more and affirms the idea right away.
You rise from your seat and stride towards the counter.
"One espresso please!" You place your order with a plastic smile.
The long-haired barista stares right into your eyes and nods in an ensuing way, but that intense look seems too serious for a mere ensurement.
His panther-like physique and those snake tattoos over his exposed muscular arms give him the appearance of a fuse of an immortal and a threat.
He slides your espresso over the counter and looks straight at your face, expecting you to pay for your order.
Every part of your body goes on pause for a minute and knocks off every wisp of air from your lungs when you couldn't find your wallet in your handbag.
Holy lord! You handed it over to your aunt with all those shopping bags last night and forgot to collect it back this morning, your face grows pale, as white as chalk when the realisation hits you.
"I.. My… wallet", You stutter with each word in a vulnerable state. It makes you feel ground would swallow you and you couldn't think or formulate sentences.
He folds his arms against his chest and continues to stare at your face, impassively.
"Here, use my card!"
Suddenly a pretty female hand slides a credit card over the countertop, elegantly.
You whirl around, only to meet a set of sapphire-blue eyes of a blonde goddess.
Her insanely gorgeous face mesmerizes your mind wholly. All the beauty in the universe could not even hope to compete with her beautiful cerulean eyes. With those blonde curls flowing down her pointy shoulder blazer and her glowing ivory skin, she looks like one of those exotic models of Victoria Secret and your heart already knows that she is the most beautiful girl you've ever seen.
The gratitude in your eyes totally gets swapped by ecstasy and you stand there dazed, staring at her perfectly contoured face, completely forgetting why you turned towards her in the first place.
"Hey! I'm sorry, it seemed like you were in trouble right there, so I just slid in my card without your consent. I sincerely apologize if I perturbed you."
She begins to panic at your benumbed state, but you just stand there simply thinking about the possibilities of asking her father for her hand in marriage, only if your heterosexual ass was not as straight as a pole.
The bartender clicks the card against the countertop to haul your attention, emphasising to leave the spot.
Both of you collect your respective orders and walk towards your table.
"Thank you so much for helping me there, I was on the verge of breaking down" Your eye glistens with moisture.
"That's alright, it's such a petty help, think nothing of it. Seemed like you were struggling to converse in Korean with Joe and that's why I stepped in to help you. " She says while scooping off her raspberry cheesecake gracefully.
Even her voice sounds mellifluous and her accent is exotic, it doesn't sound like a native one. From her double lid doe-eyes and golden blond, one can clearly state that she is not a native Korean.
"Oh well… I forgot to introduce myself" She softly slaps against her forehead.
"Hi! I'm Medusa from Greece, the personal stylist of BTS's Park Jimin. And you?" She extends her hand for a handshake,
"Hi, I'm Y/n from India, newly appointed personal manager of BTS's Jeon Jungkook" You entwine your hand with her, with a hearty smile.
"Woah! So you're that newly appointed manager, we all were dying to see you!" Her lashes flutter in excitement, like a panicked butterfly's wings.
"So you kn…"
Before she could finish her sentence, someone occupies the seat next to her, eventually, a slender arm snakes around her shoulder.
"Medusa!" A sleek guy racks up his straight dark brown hair from his forehead and sits next to Medusa.
The espresso starts to seep out from your mouth as you gape openly at the angelic face sitting ahead.
With that sharp and defined features, one look and both women and men will get swooned at the sight of him no matter their sexual preferences, his foxy eyes can make even the straightest of men go flushing shades of red.
Park Jimin, the incredibly talented dancer of BTS, who was accidentally dropped down by angels from heaven, but a Satan himself powered with killer visuals and exotic vocals.
Once you Jim-in you can never Jim-out of his charm zone. You will become a slave to him and he will consume every thought, memory, time, conscience and love in your existence and replace it with himself.
"I've been searching for you for the past hour, where were you tweety? You remember right, we got a magazine shoot scheduled this evening?" He sweetly enquires Medusa, pouting those round lips to exhibit his soft rage.
Medusa rolls her crystal eyes in a full circle and sighs feebly "Jiminshi! I do remember it, I just headed out for a little break and happened to meet her unexpectedly. I would've been there in a while anyway." Her annoyance was deliberate in her words and face.
Disregarding her exasperated state, he shifts his attention towards you for the first time since he settled there.
"Oh hi, sorry I didn't notice you. Are you a dear friend of our Medusa?” He flashes his fancy smile at you, blinding your eyes.
His accent sounds a bit forced, but it sounds melodious than many of those billboard hit songs.
"Oh yeah, I mean no… I… I'm Mr Jeon's newly appointed personal manager" You try to sound as formal as possible, but your stuttering partially unveils the spurting anxiety.
His expression transcends from merry state to void state, where you can't even describe it with any particular word.
But in a split second his sweet smile creeps back over his lips.
"Welcome uri new manager-nim! I heard Jungoogie's new manager is gonna be a pretty female, but I was not expecting princess Jasmine from Aladdin." His eyes crinkles and his iris vanishes from the sight, as he guffaws at his own joke.
Notification pops up in your sunflower field lock screen.
"Right! Bang PD is back at his office, his meeting got over it seems. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave now." You politely stand up from your seat.
"Yeah sure, see ya later y/n-shi" Medusa delightfully smiles at you.
"Oh, Jasmine! you head in first, I'll be there in a few minutes. I need to meet Bang PD too" Jimin flashes his eye smile again.
You slightly bow and start to walk away from there.
Jimin's sweet smile slowly dwindles, his stout fingers stiffen around the knife with which he sliced the steak for Medusa's sandwich