Where his Head is at.

Jin x Reader fanfic including;

- smut (warning.)
- angst (maybe ??)
- dramatic scenes
- lots of cliff hangers

Prologue;

We all have this perception of celebrities. But very rarely do they act like they do in the interviews. With photoshop, stylists, and managers, it's easy for the true personality to get lost. They become these shells that the agencies feed off of, they lose themselves to the media madness.
To say I'm pessimistic would be an understatement. I'm a cynical piece of shit. I say I'm realistic, but most of my friends say that I see the world through tinted shades. But when life has fucked you over, you would be cynical too.
When I was put on assignment, I couldn't understand why all the girls in the office were envious. It was just a bunch of idiotic boys. They were just like every human, except they had more twitter followers.
Bangtan boys? What the fuck kind of name is that? I said to myself as I flipped through the notepad. Room 437, so riiiiight here. I knocked on the door and a frazzled coordinator opened. You must be the interviewer? Right this way. She pulled me into the room and shut the door. Forcing me into a chair, she wrangled up the seven boys. Most were scrolling their phones, some were looking at themselves in the mirror, and one was simply reading a novel.
All of them sat in front of me. My disinterest continued as I scanned the questions. Turning on the recorder, I introduced myself and asked the questions I needed. Closing my notepad, I quickly turned off the recorder and packed up my things.
That's it? She's done? Is she seriously just going to leave like that? The guys seemed to be dismayed by my urge to leave. I turned on my heel and before I could get to the door, someone stopped me.
Life hasn't been the same since.