(Finished unrevised)
Lisse is thrown into a relationship with the biggest kpop band and is unsure how to navigate that with her dark past and history of mental health. Can she handle juggling 7 boyfriends? Will she fall in love with just one?
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"Congratulations on dior." I hugged Jimin and kissed him.
A blush formed on his cheeks. "Thank you jagiya."
His manager was quickly fixing his hair for the photoshoot they were doing. A important looking women walked over to Jimin and handed him a small business card. "How would you like to come to fashion week?"
Jimin's jaw dropped slightly, he pulled himself together rather quickly. "I'd love to. But um can she come?" He grabbed my hand.
"Sure, she can't go to the fashion show but she can accompany you to the parties and your hotel."
Jimin bowed. "Thank you."
I felt a rush of nerves fill me. Paris? I had never been to Paris. I quickly wondered how Paris would be and look. I smiled as Jimin posed in various different positions for a camera.
"Jimin's plus one hm?" A stylist walked up to me.
"Um.. uh..."
She laughed. She was beautiful. Long thick black hair. Perfect face. She looked like a movie star and she was tall. Suddenly I felt so intimidated. I looked down at my pregnant belly and sighed.
"You're acting nervous for no reason." She grinned. "I'm Bora."
"Hi Bora." I bowed. "I'm um... not good with honorifics..."
"You're younger than me." She grinned. "You'd call me unnie."
"Are you older than Jimin?"
She shook her head no. "We're the same age."
"Oh." I frowned.
"Does he have you call him Jimin oppa?"
I shook my head no. "He's never asked me to."
She frowned. "Thats weird."
Was it? I looked over at Jimin who was laughing on his set. "Are you guys friends?"
A smirk played on her mouth. "You could say that." She sipped a coffee in her hand and looked over at Jimin. "He's pretty but he's a heartbreaker. Full of broken promises." She looked into my eyes. It was really nice to finally meet you, see ya in Paris." And with that she walked away.
What did that even mean? Did they have a past? I shook my head no way. He wouldn't have someone here styling him if it was his ex, he would have at least told me right? I shuttered.
"Jagiya." Jimin walked over and kissed me. "How are you?"
"I'm okay. Tired."
"Come to my dressing room." He grabbed my hand walking me out of the room with the elaborate sets. "You can take a nap theres a comfy couch."
