Out Of Love [short story - hopemin ff]

Pt. 10: fingers

You're building a couch in his apartment, you've already made a big mess with assembling a shelf and trying to move it to the desired place, Jimin walks in his suit, "Guess whaaaaat.. oh-" he says when he sees you struggling. He laughs, "need help?"

You grunt, unable to undo your mistake, "I attached it to the wrong piece," you pout.

"Lemme help."

"What." You say to him as he helps unscrew the nail.

"So, I talked to my people– by the way, I'm being promoted to an ambassador of Dior."

You gasp, "that's great! Wait- what do you do?" Your brows furrow in confusion.

"Email marketing— ads, anyways, we're hiring models, sooo, I signed you up and of course.. you got in because I pulled some strings."

"Jimin!" Your brows furrow, "I-ta-wha-HUH?"

"What? I thought you'd want to."

"I- I do- but I haven't done modeling in a long time! That was like middle school and Elementary shit- plus I don't have an agency or whatever, I don't know the needs of getting into this!"

"You won first place 5 times, you got this."

"And you stalked my history?" You chuckle, letting him take apart the wooden piece that you misplaced.

"Of course. Also, you'll be a model in training. So don't be scared. I believe in you."

"No way.." your breathing starts to become uneven, "I get to do what I always wanted–" you hug him, "thanks Jimin."

"No problem."

"Wait- am I gonna get interviewed..." you sit back onto the ground.

"Well– I sort of already gave you the job." He starts to assemble the couch as you watch.

"Nooo.. you didn't have to. I'll do the interview."

"You will get interviewed and get the job, and start training on Tuesday to Fridays, 6 hours a day, after you become an official model, you don't go in everyday until there are shows or projects."

"Yay, sounds like it works with my other dream of doing nothing.." you smile to yourself, playing with your feet. "My mom is gonna be so happy oh my god! Her daughter isn't a low life anymore."

"I'll pick you up tomorrow before I go into work."

"Okayyy.."

You and Jimin finish the couch together. "Why did you order such a big couch?" He picks up his coat which was on the ground because he had no where to put it, he places it on the couch, his button up shirt is unbuttoned to the third one up. It got too hot for him to assemble in his suit.

"Ahh.." you lay down, "so we can sleep here without fighting over the couch,.. your bed frame is coming in soon."

"You should work on one room at a time, I don't wanna stress you out."

He sits in front of your body by your waist, "you hungry?"

You shake your head, looking at the ceiling.

"What do you wanna do?" He moves yours hair strands behind your ear.

You grab his hand to view it, aligning it with yours, "you have small fingers." You graze his palm softly.

"Yea well they sure can still make you feel good."

You raise an eyebrow at him, "you sure? They're not much longer than mine."