[COMPLETED]
What will happen when the once k-pop loving amateur singer from NY city meets Taehyung when she resents him the most? Will she make it up to him, or will she hate him forever? What will they do if their fates are intertwined with each o...
It's been 3 days since Jimin asked me to make it right.
He told me that he had come to check on me. He knocked the door a lot of times and got worried when I didn't open.
He got worried even more when he found the door unlocked and when he was in, he found me passed out on the couch.
He tried to wake me but when nothing was progressive, he called over a doctor to give me meds. Later after the IV drip, I woke up the next day. It's took me 3 days to recover.
But the pain of Y/N leaving me is still fresh.
Now I was sitting the couch and thinking of her when I got a sudden call.
"Hello?"
"Hello is this V?"
"Yes?"
"Sir you have a shoot today, we had booked you 2 weeks earlier"
"Uh, yea I do remember" I answered, ruffling my messy hair making it even messier.
"Okay sir we'll be expecting you by 10:30 am and the location will be texted to you"
"Okay"
"Thank you for your time sir" said the person on the other side before she hung up.
Another shoot, I thought as I sighed.
I stuffed a pancake into my mouth before I started getting ready.
I opened my texts and found the location: Y/LN & CO.
Why does it seem so familiar? Wait, isn't it Y/N's last name? But isn't it a common surname here? Maybe I can find her there. It's worth a try and I also have a shoot anyways, I thought as I made my way to my car.
[TIME SKIP]
"Good morning sir!" greeted an attendant.
"Good morning" I greeted back as I made my way to the changing room. I got changed into the black tuxedo the stylist left me.
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I went closer to the mirror and combed my hair roughly, before the hairstylist would come.
Shit, I should have a postponed this shoot.
My eyes look so red and swollen. My cheeks look puffy. On a whole I look like an overcooked potato.
I rushed out of the room and addressed a woman waiting outside. She must be my stylist.
"Mam, I don't look so good today-"
"Don't worry sir, we can conceal it all. Plus I'm not your stylist. Both the male and female models have the same stylist. The female model was changed in the last minute, so she's doing her makeup right now" she said.
"I need to meet her" I insisted.
"Go straight and on the left, you'll find the other model's room. You'll find her there"
"Okay thank you" I bowed and she smiled. I made my way there and knocked the door.
"Come in!" I heard someone say.
I went in and found a young girl, wearing a ball gown, black in colour, the top part covered with lace and rest with black silk.
Her hair was styled into a messy bun, with strands of hair pulled out. There were some baby's breath flowers pinned in some places of the bun.
A tall woman, who seemed middle aged was doing that young girl's makeup.
"Excuse me, are you my stylist?" I asked.
That's when the young girl turned around. I froze for a minute when I realised how beautiful she looked.
But realisation and shock struck me as that girl's eyes turned wide.
