Kim Sol believes in true love and marrying the one you love the most.
Forced to break up with her boyfriend of 4 years,she is talked into marrying Jeon Jungkook according to her mom's wish.
Jeon Jungkook is forced to marry Sol as per his parents' de...
"Uh excuse me, may I know where a certain 'Jimin' has checked into?" you ask the receptionist.
She looked up at you from her computer. A sudden flash of judgement crossed her eyes with one eyebrow rising up. This was followed by whispers among the other receptionists as well.
Yes you felt conscious, but you had to this. No, you wanted to do this.
This was your idea. This was the only thing that could probably help you get over Jonghyun and move on in life.
The thing....the receptionists were staring at was how you'd chosen to dress up.
A black tight dress with lace sleeves, embracing your curves and bringing out your cleavage. Accompanied by nude lipstick and smokey eyes.
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Basically, you were piping hot!
"Uh...sorry mam, we are not allowed to give out personal information of the visitors." she said.
As expected.
You took out a wallet from your purse with a fake ID inside which said 'Kim Jimin'.
He never told you his family name so you assumed it was Kim.
And you knew you'd be needing a fake ID to be able to get his room number.
So you'd spent the entire afternoon making one.
"As you can see, Jimin had dropped his wallet this afternoon. I just wanted to return it back." you lied.
"Well...you can leave it with us here in the reception. We'll make sure he gets it." she tried to sound formal.
"And what? So that you can steal stuff from his wallet? Over my dead body!" you shot back and rolled your eyes, trying to create a scene.
You were being a total bitch but you didn't mind. She seemed uncomfortable at your remark.
"Hurry up and tell me which room Jimin has-"
"Jimin what?" a familiar voice asked behind you.
Holy moly-
Speak of the devil.
"Did you just call out my name?" he asked, walking towards you.
The receptionist thought this was a good idea to get back at you for being a bitch earlier.
"Yes sir. This lady...I mean, madam...was asking which room you were in. She wanted to return your wallet which you had dropped off this afternoon. Even your ID is inside it." she spoke in a single breath.
You could feel your ears turn red.
It took all your strength to refrain yourself from yelling at the receptionist.
A part of you wanted to run away now and another part wanted to stay there.
You avoided eye contact with Jimin.
He came closer to you and took the wallet from your hand.
He took out the fake ID, stared at it for a minute and placed it back.
"Yes, its my wallet. I must thank Miss Sol for finding it. Ladies, I will take care of our business now. If you'll excuse us..." he bowed to the receptionists who looked shocked, and entwined his fingers around yours.
"Let's go." he smiled teasingly.
You had no idea what he meant but you just followed him silently. He was walking towards the lift.
Once the lift came, he got in and signaled for you to come in as well.
You obeyed and the doors closed.
"Okay...if you really wanted to see me that bad, you could have just waited for me at the restaurant in this hotel. I would have showed up for dinner." he started walking closer towards you.
You consciously took a few steps back until your back touched the cold wall and you shivered a little.
You looked at the floor number on the lift.
4th floor.
"Fun fact, I live in the 12th floor...so long ride." he smirked.
You had to be bold now Sol. You can't shy away.
"Oh is it, Jimin? Well I love long lift rides." you started walking towards him now.
He seemed taken aback by your sudden boldness.
"Oh and you know what? Yes, I could have waited at the restaurant to return your wallet during dinner. But I wanted to have dinner with you. In your room. Alone." you laid special emphasis on the last word.
"With a fake wallet and a fake ID?"
"Whatever it takes."
You two were dangerously close enough now.
Faces just inches apart.
*ting*
Someone got in at the 8th floor.
And as fate would have it, it turned out to be someone you didn't want to see at this point of time.
A/N note: Hey y'all, i might have to pop in a little mature content in the story sometime along the way .There will be prior warning tho.
In other news, a lovely and creative reader, @iamdamnlazy volunteered to design a book cover for this story and I am so thankful <3
This is the new cover :)
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