With love, Bobby (KPOP)

22 - The 2nd Month

Two months passed by in the blink of an eye. I moved out of Chris's apartment and moved into a new one, which Dad bought for me. I'm not living alone of course, but with both Kris and Bobby.

Kris is working in some sort of an artist company while Bobby is giving b-boy lessons in a small studio right across the street. The advantages of having two gentlemen living in your house is that they will help you with anything and everything.

Alyssa was not staying with Chris anymore. Instead, their dad took her with him. Chris was devastated of course but he had no rights to keep her since he was only her brother, not her father.

Life hasn't changed that much, except for the fact that I dropped out of school. Mrs Kim was quite unhappy but was understanding since she clearly knew the condition that I am in now. She wished me good luck in the future, that is all.

Currently, I am sitting near the window, I'm a rocking chair while knitting something. For the past month, I've picked up a habit of knitting and of course, started doing clothes for the little bundle of joy inside my tummy.

As I was knitting, the phone rang. I stood up and went over to grab the phone. "Hello?"

"Miss Ashlee, it's nice to hear your voice again,"

That familiar voice. It was Mr Yang. What the hell does he want from me?
"What do you want, Mr Yang?"

"Did you open the letter that you received two months ago?" He asked.

So, that letter was from him. "I don't know where it went. What does it contain?"

"Ah, what a good timing. I invited you to be our head stylist for our company. You'll handle all of the artist's wardrobe. Are you keen on taking up this job?"

A job at YG Entertainment? Sounds interesting but nope, not going to work with a very evil boss. "Sorry, I am not interested at all," I bluntly replied.

"Why? This job offer a very good pay. There are other stylists out there who is very interested in taking up this job. It is already a privilege that I am offering you this job,"

"Whatever. I'm not interested in working under you or even in your company,"

"Okay then. It was nice talking to you Miss Ashlee,"

"Don't you ever call me again," I replied before slamming the phone.

I took a deep breath, controlling my anger. Breathe in, keep calm. My moment was interrupted when someone knocked on my door. It is Chris.

"Chris? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Why can't I be here? I just want to visit my pregnant friend!" He said happily. He gave me a hug, which I needed so much.

"There's nothing wrong with it. You startled me,"

Chris pulled away from the hug. "Hey, I have something to tell you,"

He took my hand and pulled me towards the bed where he placed me on his lap. "What is it?"

His hands held the sides of my waist, which afterwards he looked lovingly at me. "I have a great offer in Los Angeles. One of the directors wants to work with me on his upcoming movie,"

My eyes widened when he told me that great news. "Oh my god, Congrats Chris! You don't know happy I am for you!"

"But, I have something to ask you," He suddenly said.

"What is it?"

"I want you to come with me to Los Angeles,"

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