"Hai~!" I rush over to my boyfriend, Jimin.
"(Y/n)! You made it!" He sighs in relief and pats your head. "I thought you wouldn't come."
"Well, the shoot took longer than expected, but I drove, so we managed to get here." I fix his shirt collar.
"Being a model must be hard. I hate photo shoots." Jimin stands still. "Can you button my shirt?" He asks.
"It's already buttoned." I say.
He runs over to the restroom. When he comes back, his shirt's all unbottoned.
"Omo, Jimin-ah!" Jin hits him. "Are you showing off?"
"No, hyung. (Y/n) said she'll button my shirt." He stops in front of me. "Now button it."
I roll my eyes. Blushing, I step closer.
I shake my head while clicking my tongue. "What should I do with you?"
He shrugs and pecks my forehead. "You can play?"
I stop buttoning his shirt. "Now, I can leave you like this with your half-buttoned shirt or I can button it all the way and maybe wear your favorite next time we go on our date. Your choice."
"Button it~! Then we can go and be all Bangtanish~!" Jimin whines, and I continue. He keeps talking to Jin while I struggle with his buttons. I look at Tae for help, and he comes over.
"Hyung, (y/n) can't button your shirt." Tae takes over and finishes for me. "There! Now we can go!"
Their fan meet is always crowded. I decide to line up in the back to let the other girls have a chance to see them since I'm going home with them anyways.
The line clears, and after a while, there's only a few more people left. As I get closer to him, I hear a fan shout, "Jiminie oppa! Date me!"
I can't help but laugh. I mean, I was a crazy fan girl like that once. She reminds me of myself. She turns around and faces me. "What's so funny?"
I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing again. "Oh, nothing."
"You think I don't have a chance with him?" She rolls her eyes at me. "As if. You look way worse than me. At least I have the looks."
I scoff. "Of a fat assed dog. Now, I'd like to request an apology from you."
She puts her hand on her hip. "Oh yeah? Says who? I'm sure you're just one of those slutty girls that read dirty fanfics and imagine dirty things. While I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite of you. I'm innocent, so I'm perfect for Jimin oppa."
I just stare at her. "Now, listen closely, you wannabe. Jimin oppa doesn't like girls like you. Girls who bully others to feel better about themselves. So please, get out before I completely lose it." I flash her a small smile.
Losing it, she punches me right in front of everyone. "Yeah? Well, listen up, you bitch. Jimin oppa's mine. He's my favorite, and he's only mine. Got that?"
Jimin abruptly stands up and pulls me away from that crazy lady. I busted my lip. I taste the blood in my mouth. Yuck!
"Stop it!" He yells. His voice softens as he turns to me. "Did she do this to you? Do you want me to beat her up?"
I shake my head and hold his hand. He wraps his arm around me.
"The fuck are you doing?" She frowns.
"She's my girlfriend, so I'd like to tell you to fuck off." Jimin says in a low threatening growl.
She starts having a full tantrum. Not before long, she is pulled away by security. I roll my eyes at her.
"Ugh." I put a hand to my lip. "Now it's all swollen."
Jimin examines my face. "Are you okay? Are you sure? What's her name? I can sue her."
"I'm fine, really. It's just a punch. It's not like I got stabbed or something." I get a napkin and wipe the blood off.
"But it's YOU! She hit you! That's (y/n) abuse."
I laugh, "I don't think there's anything about (y/n) in the law book, oppa."
