7 Bangtan Princes || Completed ||

002

"Hello?" I repeated into the phone.

"Oh, hello, Park Hana?" A rather quiet voice came over the phone. "I'm sorry I didn't answer right away, I'm in a tough spot."

"Then why'd you call?"

"I need your help later today. My 1st and easiest of my 3 tasks."

"Oh, you don't even want to meet me before I do them? You're taking a different approach." I stood up from the table and stood outside the building. "What is it?"

"I need you to make an appearance at a party for me."

"A party? Sounds easy enough, when--"

He cut me off. "Not just any party. It's a party strictly for business."

"Business? Are you rich?" My eyes opened. "Like those dramas?"

"My parents are, I'm not." He sighed with frustrated. I could hear his hurried steps down what sounded like stairs from my end. What is he doing? "My parents own some small company or whatever and it's apart of a bigger company. They were invited to go and they're dragging me along with them. I need you to show up."

"Why? Can't you do this on your own? Just show up and go."

"I can't do that. You see, I'm trying to make it as an idol and my parents don't believe I can be successful with that."

"Again, why do you need me?" An idol? Goodluck on that.

"To them, marriage to a wealthy woman is success."

"I'm not wealthy."

"I'm aware. Listen, I'll explain whatever more you'd like to hear when I meet with you later. Just do this for me, okay? Go out and buy an expensive outfit. Don't worry about any prices, I will pay you back."

"Listen--"

"With interest, if it takes that. I don't like using people either but this will keep my parents off my back for a little while so I can focus on practicing."

"No, don't pay me extra. I'll go out and buy something and look wealthy for you. But I have a question before you go?"

"What is it?"

"Actually, two questions."

"What are they?" He sounded impatient.

"One: Why do you want to be an idol."

"Later."

"Two: Who am I talking to?"

"Jung Hoseok."

"Jung Hoseok... Interesting name." I sighed, beginning my way towards the nearest bus stop. "What time are we meeting?"

"You said two questions." He laughed a little.

"Okay, sorry, last one."

"Hm, 6pm. I'll pick you up at your place and we'll go from there. Be ready."

"Do you kno--" He hung up before I could finish my sentence. Of course he'd know where I lived. All 7 of them probably do. And why is he hanging up on me? I'm the one suffering here.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and sat on the bench for a while until the bus showed up, scaning my bus card and choosing the nearest seat. At least I'll have something better to do for these 6 months.

"Ah." I hit my head with my palm and pulled out my phone, dialing Hyejin's number. But... Still no answer. "Did she die or something?" I sighed and opened Yoongi's contact. He wanted to do a task as well but he didn't bother asking me. Maybe I should bug him about it...