summary: Y/N and Jimin meet for the interview and Y/N gets to know a bit more about the mysterious (and handsome) blogger... But at what cost?
Author’s note: Chapter 2 is out! It took me a long time to start writing, since I wanted to actually plan out the storyline. Enjoy!
As you were streching your limbs under the warm blankets, the sunlight filling your bedroom, you checked your phone for the time: 9:03 PM. Yesterday was rather eventful and that partially affected your sleep too. You didn’t really feel like getting out of bed, but unfortunately, you had. And the cherry on top was that you had to meet the one man responsible for this mess: Park Jimin.
You had three hours until the meeting, but you had to prepare for everything: the questions you would ask him, your mentality and your outfit. Especially your outfit. The mere thought made you groan in detest. You honestly had a lot of better things to do rather than interview an egoistic prick like him. Even if he was cute- shut the fuck up, you bitch, he’s your enemy, you mentally scold yourself. You whine and finally get up, going straight to the bathroom to wash your face and do your usual routine. As you were preparing your breakfast, you turned on your laptop and created a new file where you would write down the questions you were planning to ask during the interview.
Your toaster made the familiar ‘ding!’ and you removed the bread slices, putting them on your plate. You take the strawberry jam out of the cupboard above your head and open it to spread some on the bread. In the meantime, you filled your cup with some coffee and sat down to enjoy your breakfast. Eating breakfast always lifted up your mood and you definitely needed this mood boost now. You took a big bite and started writing the questions for the interview.
"Hmm, where should I begin?....Aha! What was the reason that made you decide to become a blogger?" you talk to yourself and write down the first question. As you were typing on your keyboard, your phone rings with an incoming call from Lia. You save the document for now and pick up the call.
“Good morning Lia!”, you answer with a chirpy tone. “Someone woke up in a good mood. Did you sleep well, Y/N?” she asks. “To be honest, not really, but I’m eating breakfast right now, so that helps a lot. Besides, I need to mentally prepare myself for today”, and you mentally roll your eyes. “Wait, you have schedules today?! Aren’t you coming to work?” Lia asks, partially shocked. “Unfortunately I won’t be able to stop by the office today. I have an outdoors schedule and I didn’t even get the chance to say no, because a certain egoistic prick of a blogger thought it was a nice idea to do an interview in the middle of the week!”, you whine through the phone to your friend. “Aww, that’s too bad, I wanted to buy you a blueberry muffin- wait, did you just say that you’ll meet with Jimin for his interview?!” Lia squeals in excitement and you internally cringe at her reaction. “I seriously cannot understand yours and Minnie’s obsession over him. There’s literally nothing special about him!” you add in annoyance. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say, miss I-hate-Park-Jimin-with-all-my-heart Y/n. Anyways, when will you meet him?” Lia asks. “I’m supposed to meet him at the Bonne Nuit hotel at 12AM” you reply lazily and take another sip from your coffee. “WHAT? Y/N IT’S ALREADY 11 AM, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING” Lia screams from the other end of the line and you nearly choke on your coffee as the realization hits. “Fuck- Lia, I’m sorry, I gotta hang up now, bye!” you hastily say and end the call, as you rush to your bedroom.
You open your closet in a hurry and start searching through the hangers to pick a decent-looking outfit. You whip out a lilac shirt and a pair of high-waist jeans, along with a pair of low-heeled nude slingbacks and you put them on without second thoughts. You run to the bathroom to apply some makeup, so that you won’t look like a total zombie in front of Jimin. As you pack your bag in a rush and leave your apartmnet, you check your phone for the time: 11:30AM. Shit, I’m gonna be late, you mentally scold yourself and start waving on the road, hoping a taxi would pull over.
Twenty-five minutes later, you arrive in front of the hotel entrance, panting heavily. Suddenly, your phone rings and you take it from your bag. You open the screen, only to see a message from Jimin himself:
Park Jimin (11:47 AM): The photoshoot isn't over yet, I'll be down in 15 minutes or so.
You were fuming with anger. He didn't even have the decency to type a sorry. And on top of that, you didn't even get the time to finish all the questions on your laptop- Wait, where's my laptop? you think and start rummaging your bag. You forgot your laptop in the house. "I'm so fucked" you huff out. "Why did it have to be me? And WHY TODAY?" you yell to the sky out of frustration. You try to calm yourself down and think rationally. Well, as rationally as you can, under these circumstances.
"Fuck it, might as well take it out on him, at least I'll be relieved", you say and storm into the hotel.
You make way to the reception, anger visible on your face. "Excuse me, where can I find that assh- mr. Park Jimin? I was informed he was having a photoshoot here?" you ask the receptionist and she replies with a smile, "Yes, he's in the room 1310, on the 10th floor". "Thank you very much" you reply as calmly as possible and you run into the elevator, press the 10th floor button and wait till it reaches its destination.
As the elevator stops and the doors open, you jog to the room and you see the door of the designated room slightly open. You push it and start searching around, some staff looking at you shocked. "Park Jimin, where the hell are you?" you yell and he appears from the bathroom - wearing only a pair of black tight slacks, and your eyes widen at the sight of his well-defined abdomen. "Well well, if it isn't the dearest Y/N. Everyone, this is Y/L/N Y/F/N, some of you might know her from her IG, she'll be the one to interview me today" Jimin speaks up with a sickly sweet smile and you feel your stomach nearly churn at him. He eyes you up and down for a few seconds and he nods at you to follow him. You roll your eyes and follow him nonetheless.
You both sit on the table in the balcony and Jimin goes back inside to drape a white shirt on his shoulders and returns to his seat. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, trying to calm down. "Is something bothering you, love?" he asks nonchalantly. "You... should get dressed, you might get cold" you clear your throat and respond to Jimin. "Don't worry love, I'm not cold at all. I'm actually worried about you", he leans in and taps his fingers lightly on the table. "About me? How so?" you raise a brow at Jimin and he smirks. "Because you've been staring at my chest for an awfully long time. I thought you were here to interview me, love.", he chuckles. "Wow, aren't you full of yourself" you bite back and he laughs, "Aren't you sassy, miss Y/N".
“Shall we get started?”, you ask slightly irritated. “Oh, but of course, go ahead, love“, Jimin lays back on his chair, slightly manspreading and his naked torso peeking through the white shirt. You clear your throat once more and squeeze your brain to remember the questions you were supposed to ask him. “First things first, thank you for giving me this chance to interview you” you start and he sends a wink, supposedly as a ‘thank you’. “You have become the talk of the town these past few weeks thanks to your astonishing rise in social media. What is the reason behind your sudden success?” “HonestIy, I don’t think I do something special. I just post pictures from my everyday life, just like you. No filters, no extra poses or clothes, just me.” Jimin casually replies. “Not a lot of people are brave enough to post their unfiltered version on social media for everyone to see. As a fellow blogger, I applaud that” you admit. “What made you decide to become a blogger in the first place? Was there a person who was a strong influence to you and you aspired to become like them?” you proceed with the question.
“I’ve told you before, it was you who inspired me, Y/N. Even if you refuse to believe it” Jimin softly smiles and you feel your heart skip a beat involuntarily. “T-This isn’t about me, it’s your interview, Jimin. Besides, flattery won’t get you anywhere” you reply immediately. “This wasn’t flattery love, I’m just answering your question” he smirks. That sly bastard, you mentally curse at him. “You seem to be a really busy man with a lot of interests. How do you manage to make time for yourself?” you ask, your ulterior motive being to put him in a tight position. But his answer caught you by surprise like a deer in headlights.
“If by time for myself you mean time for going out with friends and having a relationship, this was never part of my life as a blogger” Jimin says, his face now clouded in sadness. “Excuse me I don’t think I follow...” you shake your head in denial, still trying to process his words. “What? You didn’t expect it, Y/N?” he asks with a cold tone. “But you...” “Me what? Just because I look outgoing and I’m gentle around the people who talk to me then that means I’m a - what was it again? Ah yes, a fuckboy who likes flirting around with girls” he adds, his tone almost venomous. You felt your stomach twist badly and your chest tightening with every passing second. “Yes, you might be a very successful blogger with a prestigious job and friends who love you, but that doesn’t mean that you’re the blueprint, Y/N. There are other people who actually look up to you, because they think you’re a genuinely good person”, Jimin continues relentlessly, “Stop..” you beg, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “No Y/N, I won’t stop. You think you’re someone on a high pedestal and that you’re always the good example, only because you have set up a good image on your social media” and he leans over the table, his face inching closer to yours. “You’re Oh. So. Wrong.”
Slap!
Jimin is frozen in his spot, his porcelain cheek now red from your slap. He turns t you to see your eyes filled with tears, face twisted from anger and hate. “You have no fucking idea about me, Park Jimin. And you wish you had never met me” you spit back. You stand up and pick your bag, storming out of the hotel room and running to the elevator, pressing the button in a haste, trying to get out of this place as fast as possible. You run out of the hotel and wave to a taxi to pick you. The ride back home passes in a blur and as soon as you get into your apartment, you scream and burst into tears, curled up on the floor, letting out all the pent up anger and sadness. You had figured out he was smug and confident, but you could have never expected him to be so damn rude. “FUCK YOU PARK JIMIN!”, you scream and grab the vase from the living room table and throw it, landing on the wall with a loud crash, breaking into pieces. Everything around you feels like it has stopped and that exact moment, the realization hits you:
