Kim Minjun

Kim Minjun sits in front of me, legs neatly crossed and hands clasped over them, looking stunningly breathtaking.

He stands up and greets me with his signature soft smile, slowly walking towards me. "Hello, Rose. Long-time no see."

"Minjun oppa.", I breathe, completely overwhelmed. I feel like I've lost all ability to speak.

He raises his eyebrows amusedly at my apparent startled state. "Are you alright, Rose?"

"Umm... I think I need to take a seat.", I mumble and plop down onto the dark leather sofa without waiting for his reaction. I wonder what this room is normally used for. Private parties? Intimate... moments? My heart is beating so fast. When Eun mentioned Minjun earlier, I sincerely thought it was a joke. Yes, I had heard some rumours about Minjun being a party animal a few times - and Minjun has admitted to his love for drinking during several interviews - , but that does make this situation any less peculiar. Even if the rumours were true and the young man did like to party, I would have never expected him to party in the same crowds as I do. We don't exactly have the same lifestyle. What were the odds of the of us meeting here tonight?

Minjun decides to lean at the wall across from me, his light brown eyes still glinting with amusement. His hair is back to this natural color, black, and he's wearing a simple black sweatshirt with some jeans, highlighting his muscular tights. He looks absolutely incredible. This man has always had the talent of being masculine and feminine at the same time, making every single person in his proximity flustered. In other words, he's prettier than most women and hotter than most men. Only very little human beings on this earth have been able to achieve that.

And here I am, sweaty from dancing and with eye bags more prominent than the sun. Great. Just great.

"You know, I would have expected a little bit more enthusiasm from your part.", he breaks the silence between us, his eyes gliding over me in a way that makes me squirm slightly.

"Sorry," I say. "It's just... it's been years, oppa. Literally years. And you're like, really famous now. I mean, so freaking famous. One of my friends literally has five posters of you in her room. You're her bias, whatever that's supposed to mean. And..." I trail off, realizing I'm rambling and force my brain to focus on the extremely odd situation at hand. "Wait, how did you even know I was here? I didn't see you!"

"Of course you didn't. I was wearing a mask and went through the back entrance. As you pointed out several times, I'm quite... known now. Unfortunately, I can't just enter clubs like a normal person anymore. And I saw you dancing with your friends, that's how I knew. Not exactly what I taught you.", he winks at me, and I heavily flush at the idea that my middle school classical dance teacher witnessed me drunken twerking in a club.

How the fuck is this even real life?

"Well, it's good to see you," I quickly say, wishing to distract him from the whole dancing thing.

"You too." The young idol smiles warmly at me, and my heart melts. I forgot how charming he is in real life. The interviews don't do him justice. "Your Korean is so good now. You've completely lost your accent. And you look great, Rose-ah."

"Thank you," I laugh awkwardly. "To be honest, I didn't think you'd remember me."

He's a superstar now. Never in a million years, I expected him Minjun to remember the shy girl he protected from bullies while he was helping out as a dance teacher. Never.

"Of course I remember you!", he scoffs in shock. "I always remember cute girls."

Oh, God. I'm aware he's being playful, but still, the flirty personality is new, something he must have developed in the last years as a consequence of the whole country's obsession with him.

"I was surprised to catch you here, though.", Minjun carries on. "Are you on vacation in Seoul?" Something about his tone indicates that this is not just about making simple small talk, and still, I can't put my finger on what is going on.

"No," I shake my head. "We moved here from Busan five years ago."

He seems satisfied with my response as if he was hoping for me to say this. Strange. "Good, good. So no plans of leaving Seoul right now? No going back home to the States?"

"Uh, no." I shake my head at his questions, confused as to why he cares so much. My parents had to move here when I was ten years old for their career, and they fell in love with Korea, so moving back to the United States has never even been up for debate.

"And I'm sure you need a job right now, right?"

Out of reflex, I freeze right away at his words, suddenly being reminded of current life problems and completely forgetting who I'm talking to. "How do you know?", I ask defensively. If I didn't know any better, I would believe Minjun eavesdropped on my conversation with Eun earlier.

He seems surprised at me tensing up. "Huh? I don't know, I was just guessing. You just finished high school, right? Most people are looking for a side job at that age."

"Oh, right," I laugh nervously, trying to smooth over my awkwardness. "That's right. I'm looking for a job."

Minjun claps his hands joyfully, suddenly looking much younger. "Well, that's perfect. I have a job proposition for you."

What? Thinking that he's joking -What kind of a job proposition could an idol dancer have for me?-, I grin at him. "Hit me up, oppa."

"Well, the company has been struggling to fill this position for a while now, and so they asked if anyone we knew came to mind. I couldn't think of anyone at first, but when I saw tonight... I realized you would be perfect."

"Perfect for which position?", I ask slowly, suddenly nervous. I've finally realized that this whole conversation, starting with the weird bodyguard interrupting me at the bar, has built up to whatever Kim Minjun will tell. me next.

"Would you be interested in being the personal assistant of one of my members, Hajun?"