Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter four

"Wha— How is this even possible?!" I ask, my eyes never leaving the computer screen as I scroll through all the comments that were left, and even then they were still coming in. The responses on this was amazing, phenomenal even, and it nearly made me cry out in pure happiness. There wasn't as much of a response on this as some of my other posts have acquired, but it's the most I've gotten in a while. I was barely hanging onto ten comments, fifty shares, and maybe a hundred likes, so this was a major difference, it skyrocketed so quick. . . and this was just overnight. By the looks of things, if I should decide to continue this it would escalate and the reactions would surely be off the charts. This was just a small dent in what could possibly come out of it. It was a small start, but it was a start.

"I guess bad boys are back in style." She says from over my shoulder, peering down at the comments along with me.

"It sure as hell looks like it, they all want me to write more about him." I tilt my head a little to get a better look at her, and she has her lips pursed out to the side, her eyes roaming around. She pulls out a cigarette from her back pocket and places it in between her lips, lighting it up in one swift movement, and within seconds she is puffing smoke out.

Amber steps away from my desk and begins to pace around the room, inhaling and exhaling the smoke. She taps on her chin a couple times with the cigarette laying loosely between her fingers, and I suddenly become worried that she'll drop it.

"I got it." She speaks up after about five minutes of walking back and forth, her eyes lighting up.

"What?" I question, swiveling around in my chair to face her entirely.

"Write a series about him then. You see how successful this post was, imagine if it were an actual full length story." Amber claps her hands together as she smiles at me, the cigarette on the verge of falling out of her mouth. The ash from the end falls into the ground which ticks me off; I'm going to make her clean up her own mess, I'm not going to do it again.

I snort, "You know what went down today, I don't think I could manage to visit him again because of it." Right when I had gotten home from the cafe I started cursing into the air, verbally assaulting and maybe a little bit of physical assaulting — also praising him at the same time — the image of him that was in my subconscious.

In the middle of my little meltdown — to no one — I screamed out as loud as I could in frustration. . . and the result of that was one of our neighbors had called Amber to complain that something was going on with me. She left work and came straight home to find me holding a knife and my eyes wide. I was only putting the silverware away but that wasn't her first thought as to what I was doing with a sharp object in my hand when she had received an odd call. Then and there I explained to her what had happened with him and she laughed saying I was overreacting and to just look on the bright side; my job had been saved. . . for now.

That was all it took for my yelling to stop and instead turn into squeals of joy. She sighed out, "Do you not see how beneficial this would be for you? You would get to keep your job, and the pay would be a much greater amount. People already love this passage of him, a little introduction into who he is, can you not see how big this would become if you were to continue?" She raises her arms in the air, "Massive, Y/N, it would be your most successful piece ever."

"I see the benefits that would be an end result. . ." This is only the tip of the ice burg, and with this amount of feedback, it would turn into something greater, much bigger than probably what I could handle. But life is meant to be full of risks, so I need to jump into the air here and pray that the wind will guide me. "So turn what happened yesterday, today, and what will happen in the future into a story?" I twirl my finger around in the air for a visual.

Amber eagerly nods her head; now she's the one begging for me to write, last night was the complete opposite. How the tables have turned, and I had a feeling they wouldn't stop shifting on us just yet. "Yes. They don't know if he's real or not, he could be a figment of your imagination for all they know." She explains, "Oooooh and then at the end you could reveal that it was based on actual events," She squeals, jumping around a bit.

"Hate to break it to you, but I made sure to let them know that whatever I put on my blog is based on my experiences or views on things. If it's not I state other wise. But I'm not going to deny that I add a little fictional spice here and there." I smile and wink at her.

"Fictional spice. That's a way to put it." She mutters under her breath but I can still hear her. She frowns at me, folding her arms across her chest, and at the sight of her I snort. "Just get to writing," She starts, "Then tomorrow you'll go back again, but this time you'll eat instead and try to be civil and try to start up a reasonable conversation."

I hold my hands up, "Alright, alright. I'll go to the cafe tomorrow and be civil with him."

"Good, because before you know it this kid is going to make you a millionaire."

She pats my shoulder a couple of times before turning around to walk out of the room, "Oh and before I forget. I'm going out tonight with a few co-workers, you're more than welcome to join us if you want." She says, turning around as she puffs out another cloud of smoke.

"I don't know. . . I need to get this typed out and sent off." I mutter, pointing at the computer behind me.

"How long is that going to take you? An hour or two?" She questions, "You're a fast typer, once you get started you'll be done like that." Amber snaps her fingers for effect.

"I guess, but don't leave me with your friends again. The last time that happened I ended up on the roof of a tattoo parlor." I roll my eyes at the memory.

Her co-workers were very interesting people, similar to Amber. I guess that's why she was close with them because they had the same personality as she did.

"I still don't understand how that happened." She laughs a bit, smiling at the end. "But you won't be left alone, I'll be by your side the entire time." She tells me and I narrow my eyes at her.

"Promise?" I drawl out.

"Pinky promise. Now get to work, girl, because tonight we are going to let loose and have some fun!" She yells as she semi-dances out of the room causing me to laugh. I shake my head as I turn back around in my chair, powering up my computer to start my second passage on the mystery boy that seemed to be loved by many but a frustrating asshole to me.