[ chapter one ]

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"_____! Let's go to the concert please, please, please~" whined your best friend to get permission to go to a k-pop concert. You didn't care much about that concert, nor k-pop, but your cared about your bestie and would do anything for her.

"Fine!" You answered.

"YAYYYY!!" She screeched then pulled you into a hug, "Thank you, _____!"

You smiled at her being so nice all because you agreed to go to a k-pop concert. Although you didn't care much about this show, you still cared how you looked. Fashionista's need to look good no matter what, right?

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The day went by slowly and you were thinking about an outfit to wear. It was a concert, what kind of stuff did people wear? You were thinking of wearing something like a grey dress with combat boots and a studded jacket.

"OMG! LOOK AT THIS!" Your friend shouted. She was walking past a café which had a poster stuck to it. A hiring poster!

HIRING!

FASHION STYLISTS!!
S.M. ENTERTAINMENT IS HIRING FOR STYLIST!

INFO NEEDED:
YOU WONT HAVE A PARTICULAR PERSON TO STYLE, YOU NEED TO STYLE THEM ALL!!

"You should so totally get an interview, they'd hire you on the spot!" She insisted grabbing her phone out her bag.

"Nah... Plus, I don't really know them anyway." You smiled at her.

"OMG LOOK!" She shoves her phone in my hand. She was on a social networking site, there was a tweet. It read, 'if you have seen them hiring posters, our recent concerts we will be looking for people as well as you calling us! Make sure to buy the tickets before they go!'

"Okay that's it, your getting hired and there is literally no way out." She snatched the phone back.

What is with this girl?, ou thought to yourself and giggled at that thought.

***

"Today... the day of the... concert..." You yawned as you stretched out your arms.

You grabbed your phone and scrolled through everything, Twitter, Instagram, the good old stuff. Just to check up on everything. Then you remembered, Soo Min, you thought of your best friend completely fangirling at the concert.

You crawled out've of bed, not very tired since you had quite an early night. You got dressed into some casual clothes and hopped down stairs; towards your kitchen.

"I guess it wouldn't be that bad since my dream will come true, I'll become a stylist!" You looked at the platitude side of things as you grabbed a cereal bar since you were meeting a good friend, at a very popular, high-end café. Jeon Jungkook. He had become an idol now. He's a singer in a k-pop group and is an amazing dancer. Your very proud of him.

"Well Kookie... I'll be seeing you in a minute..." You murmured as your ripped open your packet and headed for the door, taking a bite out your cereal bar.

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"Kookie~" you squealed with your arms out, going to greet him with a hug.

As you got closer your saw a light blush dusting his cheeks, it made your heart flutter that he blushed at a simple and affectionate gesture. Once you had reached him you crashed into him, pulling into a friendly embrace.

"It's good to see you again! All them tours, fan-meets and stuff!" You whispered into his ear as you were hugging him.

"Y-yeah... It's good to... See you too..." He nervously replied.

"What's happened? This isn't like you to be this... awkward." You started with a sympathetic look.

"Oh no, nothing happened whilst I was on tour," he chuckled.

"I never said anything about what happened."

"Oh... But... Well, you see..."

"Nope."

"Dope."

"JUNGKOOK! I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR NEW SONG! NOW TELL ME, WHAT DID HAPPEN ON TOUR?" You yelled shaking him back and fourth from his shoulders.

"I... Well... Jimin and I..." He started, the blood creepily rushing to his face.

"You what?" You said completely intrigued since you had always wanted Jungkook and Jimin to go out although, that might not have happened.

"Made love."

You were screaming on the inside but was silent on the outside. You could tell Jungkook was getting embarrassed and worried that you wouldn't be his friend so, before he left you told him something you always wanted to say to him.

"Kookie, no matter what sexuality you are I will always love you. What is important is who you are, how you treat others, how you treat me. Never break someone's heart who you love dearly. Although you will break loads, mine will never be one. If you sometimes struggle or times get tough, I'll be there. I'll help you. Whenever times get stressful or depressing, I'll be there. Kookie, I will always be there. In fact, I think I developed a slight crush on you. But don't let that pressure you. Because I have something important to tell you too!" You stated, grabbing his hands to keep him feeling warm.

"Thank you, _____. Also, I think my heart found a liking to you, too. Maybe that means I'm bisexual. But that doesn't matter, because I know I can get through anything if you're there," he smiled completely aegyoo, "And what was this important thing you wished to tell me?"

"I'm going to an EXO concert. Got any dirt on them? Oh yeah, and I might get hired as their fashion stylist."

"Really? Awesome! You'd be great. Hmm... Some dirty info on them?" Kookie rested his chin on his finger to show me he was thinking. Suddenly, he blurted out an idea as well as raising his finger to the air, "KAI AND SEHUN ARE THE MAIN DANCERS!"

"Kookie, I already know that." You said with an unamused face.

"Then... Ooh! I know!" He paused as if he wanted me to yell, therefore I didn't yell. Just so he'd give up and carry on talking. He didn't continue instead, he started looking and biting at his nails trying to get them to look presentable.

"Fuck this... KOOKIEEEE~ PLEASE TELL ME!!" You begged.

"Sorry, what?" Kookie teased.

"I swear if you don't fucking tell me I'll slap you so motherfucking hard your future bastard children will feel it so fucking much they won't be able to be ducking born."

"Wow... That was a bit extreme. Now I'm definitely not going to tell you."

Okay, at this point you knew what he wanted. And right now you really wanted that job, it was your dream. You'd do anything just to get a speck of dust on them, anything to improve your chances on getting that job.

"Kookie... Could you please... tell me... what I wanna hear?" You moaned into his ear, your breath slowly brushing against the rim of his ear. He wasn't a kind of person to enjoy this, but he just lost his virginity to another dude on tour. He might've grown a liking to these kind of sounds.

"What is it you wanna hear?" He asked, turning to face you. Both your faces now inches a part, just the slightest movement and you'd be kissing. Your lips slowly came close to his as your eyes closed, showing you were about to create an unforgettable kiss.

"They all like flirty girls. Also, they don't like feeding compliments nor a girl who fishes for them. Another thing you should know is... please move your face slightly closer to mine."

"KOOKIE!" You slapped him on his shoulder.

"What?!" He whined.

"You just found yourself a liver and now want someone else to kiss you?"

"That made no sense." He replied cheekily.

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't."

"Well it did because you are my love so how would I be wanting someone else to kiss me?"

What?! He said you were his lover? But he just had fucking sex with Jimin. You have sex with people you love. Not just anyone.

"Kookie. Why did you have sex with Jimin?" You asked him politely.

"Come. Sit on my lap, this is a long story." He patted his lap gesturing you to sit on it, you obeyed his orders and we're now sat on his lap.

"You see... Well... Jimin is someone who I..." He paused and took a deep breath, "I got nothing. I have no idea why."

"KOOKIE!" You slapped his shoulder again, soon following with a hug.

"What was that meant to mean?"

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, okay."

"Say, Kookie, explain to me everything." You said sitting back up on his lap and looking at him.

"Explain what?"

"Us. You and Jimin. The important stuff."

"Well, I love you. Jimin, God knows what happened. And the important stuff: Fucking." He blurted out.

"What?!" You screeched.

"Fucking."

"What do you mean by that?" You asked, scared of what the answer was.

"Fucking..." He whispered not really understanding the fact it meant something bad.

"It's okay, Kookie. Just tell me, are we now a thing?" You asked politely as you grabbed your phone from your bag.

"I guess." He answered, "Why you getting out your phone?"

Once you got your phone you opened the camera and turning it to the front, getting ready for a selca.

"A selca for our new relationship!" You joked.

You both posed and your phone had saved the picture onto your camera roll.

"By the way, the concert will be starting soon. Guess what I'm going to wear!" You yelled excitedly.

"God you and fashion... Um... A SnapBack and undies?" He teased.

"Kookie your getting really inappropriate now." You stated, "And no. I'm wearing (make outfit above.)"

"You'll look great!" He encouraged your ego, rising it even higher.