Paper Love [BTS Jin Fanfiction]

Tough week

I woke up to the sound of some random post Malone song blasting on the speakers and my exceptionally hard working manager Anne yelling on top of her voice. The morning  sunlight creeped in through the glass windows curtained in heavily embroidered tapestry covering the window.
"Can you shut the fuck up" I snarled at Anne who's activities came to an abrupt halt as she gawked at me in relief.
"Good morning to you too y/n" she chirped pouring herself some tequila from the stack of bottles placed on the alcove above her head. I scrunched my nose in disgust as the pungent smell of ancient looking tequila filled the room.
"Geez Anne it's eight in the morning"
"I need this. For what's coming up today"
"What do I have on the list" I asked throwing the sweat odored covers off me.
"Nothing much. First you need to your sub vocals recorded for the song, then a photoshoot for your upcoming album and then. A meeting. With BTS!" she squealed sounding ridiculously jubilant.

Anne turned off the speakers making the world a better place to live and chugged her last shot of tequila before marching out of the room leaving me to my own thoughts.

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The day was chaotic, really chaotic indeed my voice kept altering and vocal versatility, huh what's that. Eventually I decided to sue recording for today as my throat wasn't really supportive. Now that brings us down to the shoot, I'm not really proud to say that the dress I was supposed to be wearing, exploded and it was only because the designer mistook me for a size 3. Now here I am sitting in the Bighit's office hoping for today to end as soon as possible because I don't think I can take in anymore. My head felt heavy and my body ached in certainly random regions I could feel a spasm coming up. God, that would be terrible.

A tall man entered the room with his lips stretched into a thin smile as six other men followed him huddling into the compact space.
"I'm Namjoon , the leader of this group and this is Taehyung, Suga, Jin, Jimin, Jungkook and J-hope it's great to meet you" he offered me his hand which for some reason, looked perfectly taken care of.

"I'm y/n" I said making no efforts to hide my tiredness and accepting his hand.

"Now y/n. Let's talk business. We were hoping if you could possibly collaborate with Jin for a duo. The song is ready and we just need to sort some formalities" the man, whom I assumed to be the boss Bang pd nim said.

"Sure but the royalties must be high enough and I will be managing the recording schedules" I said holding a stern, formal smile on my face. They might be the best K-pop band but that doesn't changes the way I do things.

"Uh- okay then. I guess this is it. Mail us the schedule once you've made it and other stuff related to this" he forced a grin and gestured me a decent thank you before I left.

*In the Bangtan's practice room*

"You gotta be kidding me. Did you see the way she spoke to us. She's so damn arrogant" Jin spat looking away from the rest of the boys.
"Kim Seokjin this wouldn't be happening if you didn't injudiciously announced that you'll be releasing a single. This has been caused by you and you're working with y/n no matter however arrogant or rude she may be" Namjoon said before storming out of the room leaving the rest of the boys trying to comfort Jin. 
"He's just pissed at you Jin nothing else" Jimin sighed as the rest of the members nodded in comply. Not always did their leader lose his temper it was just Jin's witless words to the armys that caused this. And as much as he detested to say this, he had to work with y/n.

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Returning to the million dollar building I threw myself on the couch and helped myself with a can of chilled beer along with some terribly unhealthy food that would end up killing me.

My hysterical laughter echoed the empty hallways as the episode 7 from Brooklyn nine nine rolled in. Gina was a mood. Things were going fine until the door of my place creaked open to reveal an extremely enraged Anne who's face was fuming red with anger and streaks of unbrushed hair covering most of her face. She was panting heavily which was unusual because Anne was mostly chilled out.
"What's Poppin" I asked wiping my Cheeto dusted hands on my sweatpants which proceeded to leave a trail of orange on them.
"Y/n what. Did. You. Do" she questioned which sounded more like a threat.
"I may or may not have asked them for a fair share of royalties and eavesdropped a tiniest bit of their conversation" I bit my lip.
"Y/n. That's insane why'd you do that"
"Do what? Eavesdrop their private conversation where they blabbered about how to take down Earth with acquaintance to Iron Man" I said rolling my eyes.
"No! Ask for a fair share of royalties, that's my job to do moreover you're a fucking billionaire y/n what's triggered you into threatening them for shares" Anne narrowed her eyes at me.
"In my defense, I did not threaten them. I simply asked"
"Whatever, you're not doing shit like that again. Also, I'm mailing bighit about the timings and you can start tommorow" Anne said dialling a set of random numbers on her cell as I resumed to Brooklyn nine nine.

This was going to be a tough week. I sighed.