Sunhee's point of view

I was laying in a starfish position on my bed and continuously staring at the ceiling. Smiling from ear to ear, I don't why I always end up being happy after talking with him, well minus two times. Even though he is an asshole he makes me smile every time we chat. No doubt he's brutally straightforward most of the time, and moody ass every time but I feel like for the past few weeks we have come close. Like after that little therapy talk and fashion talk I guess or I don't know. 

I sighed and put my phone on my chest, my eyes were heavy and slightly burning as well. I needed to sleep badly, but at the same time, I was scared of sleep. Even though I knew it won't happen again, I was still scared. A huge part of me was not willing to listen to me. I sighed, wore my slipper, and walked out of my room. The house was ghostly, silent, and dark. Of course, the trio went to sleep, now thinking of what happened before- I kinda feel very bad for scolding them like this. I regretted it and do not want to do anything but hug them and apologize.

Come to think of it, it wasn't something to get that much angry. Period hormones make me angry or horny, nothing in between. I turned on the lights in the kitchen, my eyes went on the stove knobs, they were off but this wasn't going to satisfy me. I walked closer and checked the gas line knob as usual. It was off as well. At last, I took some deep sniffs. 

Hmm... no gas is leaking. Now happy bitch? 

My mind felt less heavy and now, hopefully, I could take a little nap. I open the fridge and chug down half a bottle of water. Putting it back in the fridge I walked back to my room. I flopped down on my bed, and a sigh left my mouth. I needed to sleep, badly.

I glanced at the clock, it was nearly six. Today will be my first day after getting suspended so I need to meet the dean around seven-thirty. They especially mailed me this. College starts at nine in the morning but since we have a bullshit seminar were some fashion tycoon is going to give us some lecture. It's mandatory to attend the seminar, that's what Jimin told me. Dean said it will be good for college and college's bullshit prestige. I mean I don't mind sitting and listening to it or maybe daydreaming in the seminar but who the fuck keeps a fucking seminar at eight in the morning?

"Fuck you." I didn't even know whom I was cursing at. The college? The dean? The seminar? Or myself? I sighed and closed my teary eyes, even my eyes begged for some relief. I'll just sleep for fifteen minutes and will start getting ready. Once again I looked at the clock, six-ten. Nice very nice, maybe if I just close my eyes I can get fifteen minutes of sleep? I'll start getting ready at six-fifteen. A little nap won't harm.

And with this I close my eyes, again moaning as my eyes finally get relief from what they yearned for so long.

"Oye wake up Sunhee! You're late." 

My eyes shot open when I heard Jungkook's loud obnoxious voice, along with harsh banging on my door. My eyes hurt- clearly needed more sleep. I tried to look at my surroundings but my vision was blurry. I sat on my bed, and rubbed my eyes, after a few seconds when I was able to see properly my priority was to check the time. With teary eyes and a throbbing head, I looked at the clock. My eyes widened when I saw the time.

"What the fuck! Seven-ten!? I just closed my eyes and it's already seven-ten!" I yelled and hastily ran towards my bathroom. I speedily did my morning chores, I mentally groaned when I realized I forgot to take my clothes with me. I walked out of the bathroom after brushing and taking a quick shower, a good thing I had a towel. Since it was hot and humid out there I decided to wear a floral print summer dress. And to be honest it was quick and comfortable. After wearing it I roughly climbed my hair and added a cute hair clip to secure them in one place. Lastly, I wore my heels and started to pack my bag.
I carefully put my tablet in my small bag, even if it was a knockoff it was still an expensive girl for me, along with some notes, my purse, and some tampons. 

That's it I'm ready- no. I still need to do my makeup. 

"Hurry up! It's already seven twenty-five." Again, Jimin yelled, making my eyes wide.

"Coming!" I'll do my makeup this way. Looked like I need to borrow Taehyung's car. With this I walked out of my room, all of them were eating their breakfast while watching TV, so lucky. 

"It was your turn to make breakfast today but I made it, as an apology." Jungkook informed me.

"Thanks, Kookie." I replied while providing myself a glass of apple juice.

"Taehyung, can I borrow your car? It's already seven twenty. I know I will be late but I will be late if I take the bus, please pretty please." 

"Sure, but remember tonight's meal is on you. And also, forgive us three."

"Oh my God, Thank you. The trio has been blessed and sure, let's eat at JinJin. I love their dumplings. Now bye! See you at Academy ." I heard their faint laughs and goodbyes. I didn't forget to take the car keys from the key holder. I walked out in a hurry, sat in the car, and turned on the ignition.

"Here we go." I wore my seat and drove off to drive. I tried to turn on the AC but it wasn't working, so I sighed and opened the window. Instantly the hit and homing air hit me- it's worst but will do. I once again checked the time, seven-thirty! I was supposed to be at college by now.

Don't worry, the dean won't mind if I'm five or ten minutes late, right? 

"Oi bitch!" A sudden yell diverted my attention from the road. I looked to my right, and just found some pricks from my college. Without giving any single fuck, I increased my speed. 

"Why don't you come and sit on my lap instead of this old car." One of them shouted, and the rest of them laughed as if it was a joke of the century.

"Why do some men have a weak pull-out game?" I spoke out loud, I smirked when their laughter died down.

"And why didn't your mother swallow? Look, she gave birth to whore like you." My smirk fall when I heard those words.

"What the fuck did you just say, you motherfucking cunt!" I yelled while putting my head out of the window. They didn't reply, just laughed like a maniac and drove away. I took some deep breaths to call myself down. 

"It should have been their mother who should have swallowed it. Petty mistakes." I muttered, I rolled my eyes and decided to hear some music to calm myself down. I took out my phone, connected it with the speaker, and streamed one of my favorite songs. I groaned when I heard the musify ad, and on top, I could see my college building. Oh well, at least I could do my makeup. I took out my mascara and lipstick from my bag, this will do. 

One hand on the steering, one leg pushing on the accelerator while I looked in the mirror of the car, applying my lipstick and after it, I tried to grab my mascara but it fell. I whined, why can't I do one thing properly? I sighed and tried to reach them but I couldn't. It was just a little bit, I looked down where it was, near the accelerator paddle. I extended my hand a little more, I was about to grab it, a little bit more and I will get it—

I was so indulged in picking up the mascara that I forgot that I was driving. I forgot that my hand was still on the steering, my eyes were not on the road, and most importantly my foot was on the accelerator. Just because I wanted to reach my mascara I forgot everything. Unknowingly I applied force on the acceleration. It speedily moved forward making me a sequel and suddenly a loud crash filled the atmosphere, along with my yelp. Sure it was a minor shock but I do end up getting it on my head. Immediately I looked up, and my eyes widened. My car ended up hitting somebody's car, not a simple car. 

An ugly but expensive car. I could say it from that Mercedes-Benz logo.

Looks like Satan is in the mood to fuck my ass without lube. 

Daddy Satan chill.

What should I do? Okay, don't panic. There is nothing to panic about. Their car is already ugly, it doesn't matter— but it's still expensive. I could do one thing, I won't admit that it was my mistake. That's how I could save myself— cause that's the only way to get out of this without paying for a million wons. 

My eyes widened when I saw the driver coming out of that car, panic, and fear were evident on his face. Right then, a man came out of the back seat, eyes widened and his worried face turned into shock when he saw the damage to his car. 

Now I wonder how much it damages his car that he has this expression on his face.

I hastily walked out of the car, making my mind be a bitch, well I know and have seen many Karen, time to act and be one. But all of this disappeared when I saw the condition of our cars. His car's rear bumper was completely broken, along with a huge dent on his trunk and broken brake light. While mine— I mean Taehyung's car has a big dent on his front rear along with some scratches. 

"What the fuck were you doing when you were driving? Do you have any idea how much this car costs? And how much are you going to pay for this damage? Do you know—" Abruptly the man spoke, making me look at him, but he didn't complete his sentence. His eyes widened and his plump lips parted. His eyes studied my face and then trailed down. Basically, he checked me out shamelessly.

What the fuck. Why all men are so— fucking hungry all the time? Sometimes I just want to kill all men, but then I want dicks too. I shook my head, my eyes fell on that man again whose eyes were fixed on my waist.

"You!" I yelled, and I wasn't faking anything. I was already in a bad mood due to my periods, then those cheap boys, and now this rich ass bitch. His eyes met mine. "You dare to check me out shamelessly after what has happened to my car." Duh, suffer bitch. I'm not going to pay any compensation but you are.

"What!?"

"Can't you see this?" I pointed towards the dent. "You cause this." 

"Excuse me miss, don't think highly of yourself. You're certainly not someone I would check out, at least not in that way. Come out of your imagination.  Second, I wasn't driving. Third, can't you see this?" He pointed towards his car, using my own words. "And fourth, it can't be me by driver's mistake. He didn't abruptly stop or anything so there can't be his fault. It's entirely your fault, stop daydreaming while driving." 

"How dare you— you—" I didn't have words. Now what? I that rich people are dumb, he's not dumb. "You're lying. You're hiding your driver's fault so you can make me pay compensation!" He didn't say anything— but his face did. The way it churned into disgust was enough. 

"You're going to pay for this." I said while pointing towards Taehyung's car. 

"There is no way I'm going to pay for your lack of skills, attention, and responsibility. You shouldn't drive a car in the first place when you don't know how to." My eyes widened— a loud round of laughter erupted. My eyes looked around, many students were gathering around, enjoying this drama.

"I bet this bitch did that on purpose. She just wanted to get attention from him, because he's rich." One girl spoke from the crowd, and they burst into laughter. 

"I know how she's going to pay him for this damage. She'll suck him off or maybe become his whore." Another one spoke. I closed my eyes upon hearing, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. That man was still looking at me, face emotionless. 

"I'm not going to pay for this."

"I didn't ask for you to—"

"Mr. Kim Seokjin!"

"Mr. Kim!" 

Two voices shouted. One belonged to the dean and another belonged to Taehyung. My eyes widened again, this man was Kim Seokjin! I could see the dean running towards us, I turned around, and the trio was running towards us too.

"Mr. Kim." Taehyung again spoke, all three of them were standing beside me.

"Kim Taehyung?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Oh you study here— I assume." He looked at him, and then Jikook.

"Mr. Kim Seokjin— oh my god. What happened here!?" The dean asked. 

"Nothing Mr—"

"Sam Sunhee drove into his car. And after that, she's blaming him." Someone yelled from the crowd. I once again took a sharp breath. 

"What!? Sam Sunhee! Do you know who he is? And what have you done? How could you be so irresponsible? And still after instead of accepting your mistake you're blaming him." He scolded me, and I could see how he was trying to flatter him. 

Dumbass bitch. I hope your wife comes out as a lesbian. I hope you choke on chilly pepper. I hope you eat fire chips and shit fire the next day. I hope you step on a lego. May you choke on a dick and die without an orgasm. 

"I can't believe you brought shame to Persona Academy in front of Mr. Kim. Such student can't belong to Persona Academy —"

"Excuse me?" Mr. Kim or Seokjin interrupted this mean crazy asshole. I looked up from my feet, I had to cause it would lie if I said I didn't shiver upon he ain't his voice.

"Y-Yes, sir?"

"Are you sure you're a dean of an Academy ?"

"Sir of course I'm."

"Well, you believe some random student instead of knowing properly about the situation. You could have just asked me, but you didn't. Were you so keen to insult Miss Sam, or you were keen to be my pet?" My eyes widened. Damn. 

"I'm s-sorry?"

"Well, you'll be saying this to her."

"W—"

"Because it was my driver's mistake. He stopped abruptly, resulting in this happening. It wasn't her fault, yet you insulted her without knowing any shit."

"I'm sorry sir."

"Whatever, now if you mind. You're wasting my time more as if it wasn't going to waste in this bullshit seminar." He looked towards me. 

"I will pay for my driver's mistake—"

"No, it's okay sir." Taehyung refused.

"I'm not giving any choices Mr. Kim. Well, talk about this later at work. And you, take this back. Come back in an hour." He ordered his driver, bowed, and left. 

"Excuse me." He excused himself and walked to our college, a woman whom I assume was his secretary beside him while the dean followed him like a bitch.

"What the fuck Sunhee?" Jungkook exclaimed while I picked up my bag from my car. 

"I don't know." My tone was unenthusiastic. All energy was drained out of me after this incident. 

"I'm in shock!" Taehyung announced.

"Why?" Jungkook asked.

"As far as I know my boss, Sunhee was supposed to be crying because Seokjin tends to sue people. It didn't matter if it was his fault, he loses something, he gains from others."

"It wasn't his mistake." I replied.

"What?" Jimin asked in surprise. He came back so fast after parking the car. Surely for tea.

"It was my mistake, I was picking up my mascara and ended up driving into his car." I spoke.

"No way—"

"I'm not lying."

"Dude, my boss is the meanest I've ever come across. Not only, but he also took your side when the dean was shitting, he didn't sue you, and decided to pay for the damage. Why?"

"I don't know." I again said as I entered the large hall which was filled with the murmuring of students.

"Wanna seat at last?" I asked them. 

"Sure, it's not like we are interested," Jimin replied. We walked into the last row, opened our seats, and sat down. I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Sunhee," Jimin called me.

"Hmm?" I asked without opening my eyes.

"You okay? Fatass was too harsh on you, wasn't he?" 

"I don't care about it."

"Then, why are you sad?" 

"I don't know, I just feel like disappearing. It's like I don't wanna live—" my eyes widened when his baby hands clamped on my mouth. 

"Wwathefokhimin." 

"Don't say things like this Sunhee."

"I'm not saying, I just feel like this."

"Don't."

"I'm trying. But people around me don't help me."

"Fuck them." 

"I'm trying." I laughed, making him smile. 

"Fuck them, just remember people around you hate you 'cause they ain't you. They are jealous 'cause they can't be you so, just fuck them."

"Aww, I will. Thanks for motivating me Jimin. I kinda feel better." I squished his cheeks while smiling. 

"I got something on my phone, wanna see." He asked while smirking.

"I'm not gonna be your porn buddy, if that you're asking.

"Dumbo, Taehyung, and I downloaded the latest episode of Super Casting. We can watch this and pass one hour without getting bored." I looked at Taekook who was indulging in watching.

"Good morning students of Persona Academy, I heartily welcome you all." A roar of applause filled the room. I rolled my eyes, motherfucking bitch.

"Now let's welcome our guest and speaker for today. Initially, it was supposed to be Mr. Kim Chaejin. Chairman of JinHit but due to some circumstances, he wasn't able to attend but, welcomes his son who's as successful as his father, Mr. Kim Seokjin. CEO of JinHit." 

Seokjin stood up from his chair and walked toward the mic stand. And now I was able to see his features properly. Black mullet hair, beautiful eyes, plump lips, tall height, and a crisp white suit made him stand out. He was surely the CEO of a fashion brand and modeling agency.

"Yes, I would love to watch it. It's better to listen to him for an entire hour." Jimin nodded and gave me one earphone. 

Super Casting is more exciting than Kim Seokjin.

***

Wrong, I was utterly wrong.

The seminar just ended, and we were walking toward the exit. Truth to be told, I was just watching him. Now and then my eyes found staring at his face and lips or focusing on hearing his speech. He was surely very handsome and had his charm. And I'm not going when I say I wasn't the only one who was like that. Many girls were thirsting for him.

"Miss Sam Sunhee." I heard my name 
call, and it was none other than Kim Seokjin himself. He was standing there, looking so beautiful almost making me jealous, his assistant standing beside him. "Please come here for a minute." 

"Come with me." I held Taehyung's hand, of course, I was nervous about why he was calling me. Was he going to tell his lie or something, or is he going to sue me as Taehyung mentioned?

"Miss Sunhee, and... her three friends." He spoke. "Relax, I'm not going to sue you or something." He chuckled, making me relax. I can't afford to be sued. "Not yet." His last sentence made my eyes wide.  "Anyways, I was wondering." He trailed off.

"Wondering what sir?" I kept it as formal as it can be.

"I'm looking for some young and beautiful models for an upcoming fashion show of JinHit. And I was wondering if you would like to be a model under JinHit?" He asked with a honey voice.

"Model?"

"Yeah, and if you perform well in the show. I might sign you for the A-list model." 

My eyes widen— A-list model. 

"A-list model? Like Kim Hayoon, J-Hope, RM, and AgustD?" Jimin asked, his voice surprised and excited.

"Yes." 

"Wow." My heart was beating wildly. An opportunity to become an A-List model. To be like Kim Hayoon and my daddy J-Hope— but soon I realized. Why? Why is he giving me this chance? Why me? He should be doing this, considering how I broke the back of his car and how he covered up for me. Why? Then I remembered how he was checking me out— maybe he wanted something else from me, just wanted to take advantage of me. He doesn't look like that— but who knows his intention.

"I would love to, but I'm sorry I can't accept this." His smile fell when he heard this.

"And why?"

"I'm simply not interested in your offer Mr. Kim." I kept my voice stern. I knew what kind of things he wanted. 

"Very well. It's your choice, Ms. Sam. However, here is my card. This offer is up, so if you change your mind, don't hesitate to call me." He gives me his card.

"I surely won't need this, but thank you for your kind offer." I gave him a tight smile.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kim." A voice spoke, and our heads turned to it. I rolled my eyes when I found that bitch, the one who bard in the cafeteria."My name is Kim Bora." She extended her hand for Seokjin to shake but he ignored it.

"And?" She withdrew her hand back.

"Since she's not taking the offer, I can take it. I always dream of being a model."

"Oh, very well. Dream high kid, but unfortunately, I'm looking for beautiful girls." I covered my mouth and pretended to cough to hide my laughter

This was brutal.

"If that's all, I'll take my leave. See you soon Sunhee, and you three too." With this he left, her assistant walking beside him.

"Are you mad? Why did you reject the offer?" Taehyung asked while we walked out of the hall. 

"I feel I shouldn't."

"I know how JinHit treats his artist, and I could say you miss a lifetime opportunity." He shook his head.

"And I won't regret it, besides I wanna be a fashion designer. Not a model."

"Okay Sunhee, I know it's your decision. On just letting you know what you just let go of. But hey, you have his card and the offer is still up, call him when you make up your mind."

"Hmm..." I nodded while reading his card.

"We'll see."

***

A/N

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Edit: yes. So finally they met. I wanted to write a little bit of a funny meeting but ended up writing this. Hope you enjoyed it.

Many will be wondering why she didn't expect the offer. Well, she's unsure of Jin's action. Of course, he was literally checking her out but not in a bad way. (Jin's pov will reveal later)

I didn't make her a simp in Jin, she's not going to simp of Jin for quite some time. Yeah, a little bit is obvious because duh, he's WWH. That's why she isn't describing much about him.

Any wondering about Sunhee's dress or anything? Here.

Seokjin suit is exactly like Butter MV. Just with black mullet

And his ugly (acc to sunhee's pov) yet expensive care.

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