a little crazy | winrina

- 2

It only takes Minjeong a few days to memorize Jimin's favorite drink order, and that's the first sign that taking this job may not be as terrible an idea as Minjeong was worried it might be. If anything, Jimin's bright smile the first time Minjeong handed her the cup without being asked first is definitely worth it.

The paycheck she gets for standing around half the day is also worth it, but sometimes she has to remind herself that she's doing this for the money and not the fake-relationship she got herself into. The dating scheme doesn't even start for the first week, though by the time Minjeong's dismissed for the weekend, she's a little worried that Jimin's been sending her hints and she's just failed to notice any.

That worry is quickly thrown out the window when she gets a text.

Hey, come pick me up. I'm staying at Fairmont Hotel.

Which is why Minjeong finds herself fighting through a sea of paparazzi on a Friday night instead of going out with her friends. She doesn't really mind being pulled away from the half-assed tequila shots and an endless flow of PBR she isn't even partaking of, and she's not one to turn down a chance to spend time with a beautiful girl, but damn, if this isn't inconvenient.

By the time she gets to the front doors (she has to show a few haggard doormen her set pass before they let her through), Jimin's already waiting for her, sunglasses on despite the late hour. Jimin greets her with a tight hug, whispering 'play along' into her ear before she pulls away, and takes her arm. Minjeong just leads her back through the doors, making sure to keep a firm grip on the arm Jimin slipped through hers.

"Where do you want to go?" Minjeong nearly screams to be heard over the dull roar of the crowd just outside.

"How about your place?" Jimin says back, loudly enough that the paparazzi had to have heard her, and if the increased murmuring is any indication, they did.

Suddenly aware of everyone's attention on her, Minjeong feels a whole body's worth of blood rush to her face. "Are you sure?"

Jimin smiles back at her briefly before leaning down and whispering in her ear again. "What happened to playing along?" She asks, grin turning wicked at the increased flush to Minjeong's face.

"S-sorry." Minjeong chokes out, heart deciding the best place to beat is in her throat instead of her chest. Tightening her grip on the arm wrapped around hers, she tugs Jimin in the direction of her car, doing her best to ignore the probing questions from the crowd.

Not that actually doing so is easy. "Who the hell is this girl?" One voice pierces through the din as the mass of people move to block them.

"My personal assistant!" Jimin calls back, grin so evident in her tone, Minjeong doesn't need to look at her to confirm that it's there. The crowd's increased murmuring makes Minjeong duck her head down and redouble her efforts to block out what they're saying.

It's a fight to get to the car and though she's never really entertained the idea of being famous, Minjeong decides that nothing could possibly make the sheer lack of privacy and respect for personal space worth it. Cameras flash around them as they walk and once they reach Minjeong's car, the paparazzi practically mob the car to keep them from getting in and driving away.

Minjeong about to threaten bodily harm to a few, but Jimin grabs her rising fist and smiles at her softly before opening the passenger door and shoving her in. She hardly has a second to react before Jimin slips in herself, nudging her to slide over the center console.

"How well do you know the city?" Jimin asks while Minjeong's still climbing to the driver's side.

"Born and raised." Minjeong replies, finally settling into the seat.