Sugar Daddy (Jensoo)

Chapter 1

Jennie's Pov

"Irene, what are you doing?" I asked as she threw shirt after shirt, skirt after skirt, on my bed.

"I'm trying to find clothes that match and aren't all black!" She told me as she held up a pink pencil skirt. "Is this mine?"

"We live in the same apartment, half your wardrobe is in mine, and half of mine is in yours." I told her and she nodded as she held the skirt up to my hips. "I'm not wearing pink."

"You're so difficult!" She huffed and I shrugged. "You're not wearing all black, you'll scare the boss away and you'll never get the job."

"Black is classy and professional-"

"Black skinny jeans, a black rock n roll t-shirt, and boots is not the way to go." She told me and I crossed my arms. "You can't go in slacks either! The professional world is sexist, men wear trousers and women wear skirts with heels!"

"Maybe this job isn't for me-"

"Come on, it's high paying and a great way to get into the business industry without a college diploma." She told me and I rubbed my temples.

"An assistant?"

"Not just any assistant, Kim Jisoo's assistant. He's the biggest name in music Jennie." She told me and I looked at her.

"Then why dress up? He's just a musician-"

"Who's record label is one of the most well-known and most successful one. Seven times platinum and he's had three albums only. Let's not mention, he's barely in his mid-twenties." She told me and I nodded.

"That doesn't make me feel the need to dress up. It just makes me nervous." I told her as I sat on my bed.

I felt something poking my thigh and I looked, seeing a hanger attached to one of my grey pencil skirts. "You're genius." Irene said, picking the skirt up. "Go blow dry your hair! I have a perfect outfit and, I'm fixing your makeup so don't even think about it."

"Fine." I said and stood up, removing the towel from my head as my brown hair fell down my shoulders The hair fell down my shoulders. The nappy, wet locks dampened my tank top and dripped on to the tile floor of my bathroom.

Just great.

"Okay, no slouching, no mumbling, and minimal eye contact." I repeated quietly to myself over and over again as I fixed my black button up so it was straight.

"I'm sorry." I said as I bumped shoulders with someone who was rushing to give coffee to someone else. I took a deep breath and went up to the counter, seeing a lady with a headset.

"No. Ma'am you have the wrong number. Kim Enterprises are not associated with that television show. Try Jin." She said and nodded. "Yes ma'am, I am aware. You have the wrong number. Would you like the number for Jin?" She asked and I tapped my fingernails against the counter.

"I can help you over here." Someone else said and I walked up to him.

I faced the large door and took a deep breath, making sure my breath didn't stink. I opened my purse and then took a mint out, popping it in my mouth as I mentally recited what Irene told me.

No slouching.

No mumbling.

Keep eye contact to a minimum.

Don't ask too many questions.

Don't seem too desperate, but also seem like you really want the job.

I knocked on the door gently, hearing a chuckle and a 'come in' from the other side. I grabbed the handle and twisted it, pushing the door open.

I walked in and he looked at me as I closed the door, awkwardly picking my skirt down since it rode up considerably high. I looked at him and he motioned for me to have a seat in one of the leather chairs infront of his large dark oak desk.