‹⟨Chaeyoung's POV⟩›
I woke up in a luxurious room with a girl wearing an oversized white t-shirt staring at me, she was on her phone, but her gaze left her phone once she saw me open my eyes.
'How did I get here?'
"I see you're awake." She put her phone aside and stood up.
"Who are you? W-why am I here?" I stuttered as I tightly held on to the white blanket.
"Oh don't worry I won't hurt you. I saved you." She said with a cold demeanor as she crossed her arms and smirked.
[Flashback]
"Didn't you promise me you'd pay this week Ms. Son?!" The apartment owner yelled at me.
"I'm sorry! I promise I'll pay it next week!" I kneeled in front of him, but he just scoffed at me.
"Stand up Ms. Son, I'm not playing your games anymore. It's been a whole month and your payment is only getting larger. You can't even pay any of them anymore! I'm sorry Ms. Son... But I've had enough. I'm kicking you out of here." He deadpanned and looked at me.
"But..."
"No buts, get. Out. Of. Here." He emphasized each word before leaving me. Being a street painter isn't an easy job, why couldn't anyone understand? I started taking my futon and painting materials from my house since it's the only thing I have there. I wished that I could get more money so that I could at least have something inside here, but now I'm kicked out and no one wants my paintings anymore.
I walked outside of the building while my stomach was growling, jeez why did I even think that skipping meals is a good idea? Since my phone broke earlier this afternoon, I can't call Dahyun. The rain started pouring as I walked, I don't even know where I will go. None of my family members appreciate me either. Dahyun's house is VERY, VERY far from my place. I sighed and continued walking, not caring if I was soaking from the rain that continued to pour harder.
I stopped by a large building and saw that it had an overhang, I looked at my old wristwatch and saw it was getting late, so I decided to sit outside the building. The owners of such buildings are very lucky, rich, and have everything they could ever want. I hope to own an art gallery someday. As I was thinking of being rich, I eventually yawned and decided to take a nap.
[Flashback End]
"But how did you save me? I just slept outside that building!" I pouted and looked at the girl who was now facepalming.
"I'm Myoui Mina, CEO of JYP Entertainment. My bodyguard and I found you sleeping outside MY building. He was about to take you down, but I told him to bring you with me instead. Your forehead was burning when we took you, so I also sent you with me here in my hotel room instead." Mina calmly explained. I nodded and quickly got out of bed, looking for my stuff.
"Where do you think you're going, Missy?" Mina grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her. Without letting go of my wrist she pinned me to the wall, Mina leaned to my ear which caused me to shiver a bit.
"I did you a favor, Now it's your turn to do me one." She mumbled next to my ear before looking at me and holding my chin up gently.
I'M NOT READY FOR THIS! I blushed from the sudden action, and she just giggled.
"Did you think I'd kiss you?" She asked me before letting go of me and laughing. I pouted and looked away.
"N-no..."
"Whatever you say." She wiped the tear that slipped from her eye while she was laughing.
"A-anyway, thanks for 'saving' me even though I'm just a poor human being. What can I do for you in return?" I bowed and smiled at her.
"Work for me." She simply said.
"But I'm just a street painter... I don't know what I can do for you." I looked down.
"Be my assistant." She said before walking to her phone.
"A-alright."
"Your work starts tomorrow, and..." She paused and looked at me.
"You can change your clothes again, over there is my wardrobe. Wear anything you want. I'll be in the living room." She said with a wink before closing the door. I looked at my outfit and my eyes widened.
Wait...
DID SHE...
SEE MY BODY WHEN SHE CHANGED MY CLOTHES?!
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The Possesive CEO (G!P)
FanfictionWherein Son Chaeyoung a street painter met a girl named Myoui Mina a CEO of her own company.