My head popped up at the small knock on my office door. I normally kept the door open but thankfully people still knocked instead of just walking in.
"Hey Jungkook, what's up? You don't usually just come by." I hastily put my phone face down on my desk since I had been stalking all his friends' Insta accounts. But damn his friends and family were HOT!"Are you busy? I know it's a bit after lunchtime, but I was busy recording with Jimin and missed it. Any chance you haven't eaten yet and want to grab something with me?"
I had eaten, but how can anyone resist the adorable pouty face he makes? So I check the Yoongis schedule and see that sadly I do have to be here.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jungkook, Yoongi has a meeting in 15 and I have to be here to meet the person. Do you maybe want to order something to be delivered instead? This way you can still eat?"
"Only if Yoongi wouldn't mind. I don't want to irritate hyung any more than normal." He was rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and I could just imagine what sort of antics he and Jimin had been getting into. Actually, I didn't really have to imagine, Yoongi had told me all about them.
"Ahh, are you referring to putting salt in Yoongi's drink, or the fact that you chased him down to throw a giant snowball at him?"
He plops down on the chair opposite my desk and groans. "He told you those?"
"Ohh yeah, he did. And then got cranky with me when I laughed about them. But I'd watch your back. I told him about some of the pranks Angie and I have pulled on each other and he got that glint in his eye. So I think I might have given him some ideas. Sorry."
"Nah it serves us right. Just as long as he gets back at Jimin hyung too. I wasn't the only one who put the salt in that drink.
We quickly decided on a place to order from and sat there talking like we had been friends for years. The give and take of information was so much fun and I genuinely enjoyed learning more about him. It wasn't until Yoongi walked through saying he was going to the lobby and would meet the client down there and bring him to his office on his own that we even bothered to look up.
We were interrupted again 10 minutes later by Jimin standing in the doorway holding bags of takeout. I might have met and even spoken to Jimin a handful of times, but I couldn't help but still be mesmerized by how beautiful this man is. Honestly, I would kill for his lips. They were so much plumper than mine and it made me insanely jealous. Oh well."Hey hyung, did you get takeout too?" Jungkook turned in his seat and looked over at Jimin.
"I did actually, from the same place you did. We must have ordered at the same time because it was the same young kid with both of our orders. I told him I would save him a trip and just bring yours up with me."
"Oh thank you, Jimin. Would you like to eat with us? There's plenty of room in here for another person."
Jimin waved off my small bow, chiding me since he had told me each time not to worry about bowing to him. "If you don't mind that would be nice. I hate eating by myself."
He sat down in the other chair I had, next to Jungkook, while I cleared my laptop and paperwork to one side of the desk, making room for our food. I must have hit a button when I picked up my phone to move it because the screen lit up and Jimin got a look at the screen, a wicked grin gracing his face.
"VanteGucci huh."
I couldn't help it. I felt my face turn as red as the lettering on the take out bags.
"I was just scrolling ya know. Not my fault they come up on my feed since I'm friends with Jungkookie."
"Mmm-hmm. I'm sure that's why."
"Well, what's your excuse. You comment on all their pictures!"
Finally! His face turned as red as mine. The whole time Jungkooks eyes were bouncing back and forth between us both, it was almost like he was watching a ping pong match.
"Can we eat yet? The smell is making my stomach want to eat itself." Jungkook whined, interrupting both of us.
We gladly tore into the bags, handing each other the proper orders before digging into the tasty food. Jimin and I calmed down the teasing and ended up having a really good conversation. By the time they both left I felt a lot calmer around them both, especially Jimin.
I was wiping my desk off so I could move everything back when Yoongi and his client walked out of his office. "Miss Kim, can you set up another meeting with Mr. Kim here, he's going to be taking the photographs for my next album."
"Of course Mr. Min. Mr. Kim what's a good -" I looked up from Yoongis's schedule to ask Mr. Kim when was good for him and my jaw just about dropped. It was VanteGucci in the flesh. Holy shit. He looked good in his pictures, but he looked so much better in person. Those eyes had a way of looking right into your soul. And his grin when he noticed my shocked expression was a work of art all by itself. His raised eyebrow when I still stood there speechless added to the overall effect.
"Miss Kim? Are you ok?"
Oh god just when I thought it couldn't get worse. His voice was such a deep rich sound. It was like melted chocolate that just flowed over you.
Clearing my throat I shook my head a bit to get myself back together. "Sorry about that Mr. Kim. Yes, I'm fine. So what is a good day for you to meet up with Mr. Min? We have a few openings next week and the week after."
"The week after would be perfect. Can we shoot for some time Thursday morning? The shoot will take a few hours so I want to make sure I have enough time to get the shots Mr. Min and I want."
"Of course. He's actually available all day until 2 pm. Would you be able to be done by then, or should we set up a second day as well?"
"No, just one should do. Thank you, Miss Kim and it was a.. delight to finally meet you?"
My brows drew together in confusion and I couldn't help but ask. "Finally?"
"Oh yes, Miss Kim. Jungkook talks very highly of you. And quite often." With those words and a final smirk, he turned and left the room. Leaving me both speechless and bewildered.
Jungkook talks about me?
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FanfictionA girl who gets noticed by her favorite Kpop star. What happens when she stops commenting? You sit there with a giddy smile on your face, commenting on his Insta yet again. Typing the occasional comment when he asks a question, or sometimes asking...