Your Eyes Tell | PJM

10: Letter

3 Months Later

Mi-Sun woke up dreading going into LILIC lables today, but she needed to get some important work done.

Mi-Sun just wanted to stay at home and relax. But unfortunately for her, she had a lot of songs she needed to go over and fix.

An artist that goes by the name of Seob Jum really wanted Mi-Sun to finish a song for him by the end of the month. They were suppose to both chip in and write the song, but he never even showed up for any of their consultations. When asked why, he responded by saying that he was filming something that day for his label.

The asshole will be credited for song writing even if he didn't write a single verse.

"I need to stop working with artists that only use me for this exact reason."

. . .

Mi-Sun enters into the label, and instantly gets greeted by the workers there. They were all staring and smiling at her like how they do when the CEO shows up one day surprisingly. This made her question. "What the hell was going on?"

Mi-Sun looked completely shitty today. Her hair was tied up in a bun, she was wearing casual clothing with no makeup, and her big tote bag was barely staying on her shoulders.

She usually dress professionally when she has to work at the label's company, but today she was too lazy to do anything.

Mi-Sun walks past the cubicles in a hurry, trying to avoid eye contact, because she knew the moment she stared into someone's eyes, they'll stop her for a conversation.

Her studio was just a few steps away. She fastened her hand on the door knob, getting ready to twist it open, but than she heard her name being shouted from across the room.

"JE MI-SUN!"

"For God's sake! Why right now!"

"Yes!" Mi-Sun shouted, looking towards the direction her name was being called from.

One of her coworkers was running towards her with a huge smile across her face. She held a paper in her hands.

"Je Mi-Sun! This letter is for you!"

She extended her hand out, waiting for Mi-Sun to grab the letter.

"What is it?" She asked her, while grabbing ahold of the letter.

"It's a letter from HYBE labels! They want to partner with you!"

Mi-Suns eyes widened, "WHAT!" She screamed, dropping her tote bag on the floor.

She quickly opened the letter, reading the words written on the sheet of paper.

Dear Miss Je,

On behalf of the CEO of HYBE labels, we are writing this letter to inform you that we would love for you to join our team as a co-partner, working with our HYBE artists on various subjects such as producing, music writing, choreography, rehearsals, and concert events. This letter has also been administrated to the CEO of LILIC labels. We look forward to working with you.

Sincerely,

Co-owners, BTS.

Mi-Sun gasped, not being able to believe the words she had just read.

"They want me to be a Co-partner, what?"

Mi-Sun was in shock. She kept opening her mouth and staring at the paper.

"Miss Je, you have a meeting today with Mr. Bi Dae-Hyun to discuss this matter!" The lady that handed Mi-Sun the letter said.

"WHAT!" Mi-Sun shouted in shock.

She was what appeared to be in her pajamas. Her hair was a mess, she looked like she had just woken up. "Fuck, what am I going to do!"

"No one told me I had a meeting today!" Mi-Sun explained in a stern voice.

"Ohh, Mr. Bi Dae-Hyun scheduled it last minute, because of this situation. We were literally just informed before you got here. Sorry, we had no time to contact you!" The lady said, tilting her head down with sadness.

Mi-Sun felt guilty, being so rude to the lady that was only doing her job. She scratched her neck, and rubbed it anxiously, "That's okay! It's not your fault! Don't beat yourself up because of this," Mi-Sun said, tapping the ladies arm, reassuring her that everything was fine.

"Umm... he wants you up in the meeting room in 15 minutes!"

"Shit!" Mi-Sun said loudly.

"I'm really going to appear in-front of our CEO looking like I just rolled out of bed? Uhh! My fucking luck!"

Mi-Sun throws her tote bag on the sofa that she had in her studio. She literally had no time to think of an excuse to tell her boss about the reason why she looked like this. "He's never here on Tuesday's. What am I going to do!"