Neighbors with Benefits // BTS

Baby Bell Street

A/N: Hope you all enjoy the first chapter! It's my first time making a legit BTS fanfic. So don't crit me.(Including my grammar and spelling x/) Please as well vote! Thank you.

Felicia's POV

The adrenaline of excitement rushed through my veins. More than ever after carrying my last luggage into my new home on Baby Bell Street. A small, cute, rich neighborhood that was known for its beautiful plants and their welcoming fir trees. Not a lot of noise, yet so many houses up the road and at every intersection. It was the neighborhood I could ever dream of.

I smiled, yet I felt a little discouraged. This was my first time moving into a new home by myself. It was different than living in an academy with only females around you and maids to aid you in each dorm. I would have to do everything by myself, hopefully, that shouldn't be too much of a problem.

I closed the door to have some quality time for myself. The house was already set up for me. Pre-ordered couches, tables, and chairs were set the way I wanted them to be. The main beauty of the house was the privately designed antique grandfather clocks, noticing one right next to me near the door. The kitchen from my right was beautiful and clean. The countertop had a white crystal stone color design that matched with the small, round dining table before it. I went up to it, feeling the flat, black electric stoves right after I passed the countertop. I was excited to cook.

I continued walking to a specific part of the house for when I would invite customers. The space was filled with small and medium-sized tables and chairs, but I'll have to do the rest of the decorating myself. The area was a venue for a small wedding. It smelled so fresh and the windows brought in a taste of sunlight to bring the whole atmosphere together. This was it.

The luggage had my feminist needs. Clothes there were mostly ordered from France, electronics, hygiene products, shoes I hand-picked, jewelry, hand-picked from my Mother, and makeup as I grabbed a back-breaking luggage to the second floor. The stairs had a good view near the right wall of the living room. It was the wall that I found quite fascinating. I felt the diamond necklace on my neck bouncing from every tug I did with the luggage. I couldn't wait for Father to make a visit to see me all grown up.

Father had all the admiration in the large countries. He was the CEO of many rich companies, so I never got to see him as much as I used to. My mother was one of the top fashion models in France and America. As well as a pianist. She believed the right job would make you wiser and wealthier in life.

As for me, I'm heading for a career in culinary arts. Specifically a private chef. I studied Culinary Arts and Pastry and Culinary Management at Sumio Academy for Girls, so I had a general experience when it came to cooking, cleaning, and prepping.

I hurried down the stairs to grab the second luggage. Three more to go, now thinking about the strict and stubborn side of my mother.

She never acknowledged my dreams. She wanted me to become a violinist since I was literally the best at it. It took guts and persuasion to make her change her mind. I smiled while grabbing the third piece of luggage. The begging paid off which equaled this new house. Finally, for once, my mother understood my reasons and gave me everything I had wanted.

Except there was one thing.

$100,000 should be my profit by the end of December. Only ten months. It was now March 8th, checking my phone, swiping over ten calendars to check January was my deadline. High amounts of pressure pushed my lungs, forcing me to swallow heavy loads of oxygen. I had a feeling that she wouldn't let me off the hook with a new house and a new life.

Even so, this was the life I wanted.

However, my mother agreed to pay the bills for my new home, so I didn't have to worry about that. I sighed, carrying the last luggage to the second floor.

It took some time to put everything I wanted in place and store it. It had been three hours since I moved in. I was pretty tired from carrying and moving things into this two-level wide house. The clock in my room read seven o'clock and I decided to get some rest and just let tomorrow come. It was very different without the maids doing most of the work.

My fingers touched the soft, pink blankets, making me melt into their comfort completely, sinking my head into the pillows, along with my body. I wasn't in the mood to change out of my pink, lace dress, or my white pantyhose.

I turned to the ceiling and slowly put my hands on my heart diamond necklace. More than just a good luck charm, a beautiful gift from my father on my 16th birthday. How could I forget that special moment? Drifting myself to sleep, I prayed for no distractions that kept me from reaching my goal.

March 9th

Morning came in quickly when I felt the light shining through my eyelids. I got up from my bed and I wondered why I was so freezing cold at night. When I hopped out of my bed, I found myself wearing the same pink dress and pantyhose from yesterday. It wasn't like me to do such.

I walked over to my large, cream-colored vanity to check myself in the mirror. People often would make comments about my green eyes and my pale Asian European-like skin. I was half French and Chinese after all. My father was French and my mother was Chinese. I twiddle the strands of my long, light brown hair with pink dye at the end. I just adored the color pink.

There was a large bathroom installed in my room as I made my way inside. I began to freshen myself up, picking up my toothbrush and toothpaste as I stared at my reflection and everything behind me.

I tied my hair into an elegant ponytail, still wearing my charm around my neck. I wore another pink dress that was made of cotton with white flats for my feet. Leaving my room, I walked down the stairs and headed straight for the front door.

My plan for today was to order everything online that would be needed for my restaurant. Food supplies, silverware, plates, cups, napkins, all of that. I even requested a woman from UPS to do all the packaging and the delivery. Of course, I would pay her highly for her consideration. Everything I ordered would be coming within a couple of days. It seemed so lazy of me, but it was for my own good. The thought of a male made my stomach spill open, warning that I might vomit.

The weather today was bright and sunny which drove my senses to go out for a simple stroll around the neighborhood. It reminded me of my time at Sumio Academy when I would leave my dorm and just walk until my stomach told me to stop. I quickly ran over to the fridge, almost slamming the fridge door for any kind of snack or drink when I came back from my walk. Not even a single strawberry parfait that the maids would make for me every morning.

After quickly making another phone call for food, I left my house, just laying my back against the front of the door, thinking if I should make a left or a right. My house had another pack of stone stairs to exit out from and then to the sidewalk.

I finally reached the concrete of the sidewalk and that was when I saw a tall, lean figure walking down on my side, coming toward me unknowingly. A male. Butterflies began to sprint marathon after marathon inside of me. My hands felt sweaty the instant I looked at his dominant figure. I knew needed a shower.

A hiccup escaped my mouth and caught his attention when he looked at me with a very warm smile.

"Good morning!" The stranger greeted me, blowing a kiss.