ROSE (Sequel To Fallen To Rise)

Twenty Two • Park Jimin

Myungsoo flashed a charming smile to a meek Jimin. Myungsoo's secretary, Miss Okabe, let Jimin in Myungsoo's office and told him to sit down in the chair in front of the desk. As he did, Myungsoo analyzed the young twenty-six year old. He was dressed up nice, with a pressed white button down shirt under a slightly too big blue suit jacket with a long grey-ish- blue tie, matching blue pants and black converse highs. Obviously someone told him that he should dress nice but did not tell him to wear dress shoes. It didn't really matter, Jimin was going to be in ROSE even if he fails or passes the 'interview'.

Myungsoo leaned back into the chair slightly. "So Jimin, you want to be in Song Box's next commercial yeah? I believe one of my workers found you and have you my card?" Jimin nodded his head slowly, opening his mouth to speak but was cut off by Myungsoo. "I have seen some of what you have done, after being told of you. I would like to say that I am very impressed. You genuinely have a strong, beautiful singing voice and you are also very handsome. I can see you in our next commercial, where we debut out new, what I like to call, 'unlocker'. And if you accept it, I would like to give you the main part."

Jimin beamed at Myungsoo, happy to finally be noticed by someone who could really get him famous. "Thank you so much Mr. Song! If it's okay I would like to see what exactly I'd be doing in the commercial first, if that's okay." It warmed Myungsoo's heart for a moment, seeing such a bright happy Jimin, grinning so widely at him. But only for a moment, there were no room for true emotions when he has a job like this.

Myungsoo nodded his head and buzzed his secretary in. "Of course, Mr. Park. I'll have my secretary take you to meet the director and the writer." He sat back up, looking at Jimin with serious eyes.

Jimin flushed at the man's stare, hesitating before speaking again. "S-sir, you make it sound as though I'm going to be in a movie." Inwardly, Myungsoo smirked at that statement, enjoying the fact that Jimin was now completely oblivious to what he was truly doing. He should've gone with Jimin from the start, as he seems to be the least important or one of the least relevant people in their group of friends. He would want the extra attention.

"Jimin, if you do not mind me calling you that, if you are successful with our commercial then I imagine people will be lining up to have you in their movies. Plus, I might be able to pull a few strings for you to get in the big time quickly." Myungsoo reached into one of his drawers, grabbing a few cards of some really good managers he knew that could help Jimin out. As he did, Miss Okabe walked into the room, smiling friendlily at Jimin, but frowning once she looked at her boss. She walked up to Myungsoo's desk and whispered something in his ear that made Myungsoo frown. He whispered something back to her before turning back to Jimin, slouching slightly at the news.

Jimin noticed and bit his lip before speaking. "M-Mr. Song? What's w-wrong?" He reached out his hand and gently placed it over the pink haired man's hand. Cheeks warming, he gently stroked the man's soft knuckles with his thumb. Myungsoo smiled at the feeling, allowing Jimin to take his hand and play with it as though they've been dating for years. It was nice to have the slightest feeling of love again, of true love that makes your toes curl and your whole body warm.

But the moment left and Myungsoo let go of Jimin's hand, his cheeks blaring red. "I-I apologize Mr. Park. I don't know where my mind went. Truth be told, something rather unfortunate happened to my son. I am very worried about him but can't leave the office right now, I have much work to attend to at the moment." He avoided eye contact with the younger man, not wanting to have the tables turn and be under such a naive man's hand. 'He does have a nice hand,' Myungsoo admitted to himself. 'It soft and warm and make you feel special.'

He allowed himself only the slightest glance up before immediately regretting it. Jimin's whole face was laced in sincere concern, his bottom lip jutting out in a way that made him look more adorable than should be humanely possible. "You should go Mr. Song, I'm not sure what happened to your son but you should be there for him. I don't have kids, but I know how much they need their parents in hard times, y'know?" Jimin's face slipped into a knowing smile that made Myungsoo want to put down all of his work, grab Jimin, and take care of his son with the adorable man.

Myungsoo swallowed and took a moment to clear his head from all thoughts of Jimin. "I think I'll try, Jimin. I'll have Miss Okabe take care of your needs and here," Myungsoo took a moment to scribble his cell phone number on a post it note. "Here's my number. Call if you need anything."

Jimin's smile got a little bigger when Myungsoo started to pack his things. He helped the older man, feeling fond and not as scared of him. He even earned the right to call him 'Hyung,' after learning his real age and getting a little closer to the man. And when Myungsoo left, he flashed Jimin the cutest smile that may or may not have made his heart flutter.

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Um...geez...it's like twelve at night where I am and I have school tomorrow.
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