Hajun crosses his arms and glares at me. "No. No way I'm going to that interview on Thursday."
"But they are offering a lot of money. And that magazine has improved its image now." I try to reason with the possible the most unreasonable human being I've ever encountered.
"I don't give a damn. You're literally the one who makes my schedule, Rose, you know I'm too busy on that day."
Holy hell, I've never wanted to punch someone this much in my life. I don't reckon even having such aggressive thoughts before. "I already promised them you would come, oppa."
"Sounds like your problem, not mine. You can go explain to them that I won't make it that day because I'm not just available any time any random magazine wants to interview me." The conversation is quite evidently over according to Hajun as he already stands up, ready to leave, when he turns towards from me one last time. That little movement alone makes my heart sink even more because I know what it means: yet another task added up on my never-ending pile of work. "Oh, and don't forget to find a new personal trainer until Tuesday." He utters these words as if they were nothing. Well, they probably aren't to him.
With my mouth wide open, I stare at him and then back at my laptop. "How the heck am I supposed to have time to do that? This whole week is packed."
The young idol just shrugs at that, unfazed by my stress. "Why are you asking me how to do your job. You're the personal assistant. Figure it out."
Exactly, I'm an assistant, not a fucking magician, Hajun. That's want to retort but I bite my lips in the last second. And then he leaves me alone in the cafeteria with all my rage and anger.
It's been a month since I've started working for An Hajun. A month of hell and mental breakdowns.
To be sincere, the job wouldn't even be that insufferable if Hajun wasn't so incredibly obnoxious.
He is always rude to me. He never cares about my personal life, calling me up at any hour of the day. He never says thank you, basic human decency. He always complains and is never satisfied.
I could go on and on.
In short, he's everything I've ever imagined a Kpop idol to be and that kind of disappoints me. A teeny tiny part of me was expecting Hajun to prove me wrong, but he didn't.
I'm aware he doesn't always behave the way he does with me. I've seen the way he acts towards his band members or his friends, or even more senior staff. He can be sweet and kind and caring. Just not with me.
I'm just an employee that can be replaced with a snap of An Hajun's fingers, and that makes me feel a lot more worthless than it should.
The only person brightening up my life this month has been Eun. We've been living together for a month, and apart from some usual bickering, we've been getting along better than ever. I never fathomed it was possible to grow this close to someone as I've grown to Eun. Sometimes, I ask myself if there's a limit to how well two friends can know each other. My parents think I'm somewhere in Australia living my best life, and I send them weekly updates with pictures I find on Pinterest, so they don't turn suspicious. Of course, I plan on telling them the truth soon, but I'm not quite ready for that look of disappointment in their faces just yet.
Everything would be kind of bearable if Hajun wasn't such a freaking butthead.
Sighing, I desperately stare at the bright screen. Now I need to try to organize Hajun's life, which has been proven itself to be almost impossible. The guy lives like he has 48 hours in a day.
I have to admit, I don't think there's anyone in this world who works harder than An Hajun, and I admire him for his passion and his ambition. But only for that.
I massage my temples, internally groaning at the busy day ahead of me. "Kill me now," I mumble to myself.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. I'm a pacifist, you must know."
I look up, and standing in front me is Jeon Yejun, making me blush, hard.
Surprisingly enough, I haven't talked much to the other BTS members, as every member has their own team of employees. Jeon Yejun is is Minjun's best friend as they are the same age and baby each other in an almost unhealthy way. Together with Hajun, they form the mischievous maknae-line trio, often nicknamed the "Junnies" by their fans. Just as Minjun's the pretties and Hajun's the hottest, Yejun is most certainly the sexiest. His hair is dyed blue these days (which would look ugly on anyone else but makes him look like a fairy) and partly covers his eyebrows. His skin is tinted in a gorgeous honey-brown glow, beautifully clashing with the patterned dress shirt he's wearing. Minjun and Hajun have always been popular in South Korea since they both fit the country's conventional beauty standards. However, it took Koreans much longer to grow fond of Yejun, whose beauty so unique you'll only come across it once in your lifetime. Once they did though, the country grew an intense obsession for this man who pretty much controls the world of beauty and fashion on his own now. Everything he wears will be sold out for a year at least, and girls and boys alike do not fear lining up for hours in front of make-up stores to buy a concealer he recommended in one of his lives. Consequently, brands beg to sponsor him, but he rarely accepts, staying loyal to his authentic taste. Truly admirable.
"Hello," I cough, extremely flustered he's heard me utter words which were only meant for my own ears.
He warmly smiles at me and sits down across me, taking the seat Hajun was sitting on earlier on, yelling at me as usual. My heart starts beating extremely fast without me being able to help it.
"Hi there. You're Hajunnies's new assistant, right? We haven't officially met yet. I'm Jeon Yejun."
Funny how he's introducing himself like a normal human being. Because he is extremely far from being a normal human being.
Similarly to Hajun, Yejun is so incredibly ambiguous. He can be just as hot as he can be cute and playful. He fascinates me.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Rose." I shake his hand, still overwhelmed and barely recalling how to speak.
If Yejun notices my obvious nervosity at my sight, he doesn't show it apart from a discreet, amused twitch of his mouth. He must be used to people literally forgetting how to function in his proximity. Instead, he raises his eyebrows at my laptop. "Busy?"
I force out a smile, since talking about Hajun with anybody else who knows him is dangerous territory. "I'll manage."
Why? Because everyone, literally everyone, is wholly whipped for him, Minjun included. Hence why I can't complain about Hajun to anyone, making this job even more unbearable.
It's like he can read my thoughts because the young man across from me grins knowingly. "On the bright side, you haven't been fired yet."
Sometimes I wish he did fire me, then I wouldn't have to deal with all this stress anymore. "I guess so." I remain wary of spilling too much, still afraid he might report everything I've said to Hajun right after this.
"Give Hajunnie some time, Rose. He's been betrayed a lot, you know. A lot of fake friends, people with bad intentions wanting to enter his life. It takes some time before he lets people in."
I can't help but be surprised by his serious words. Somehow, I did not expect Yejun to speak this frankly to me. It's refreshing, especially in this company full of fake people never directly expressing their thoughts. And it's for that reason that I decide to trust Jeon Yejun. "We've all been hurt before. That's no reason to be an asshole."
I expect him to scowl at me and blindly defend Hajun, but instead, a soft smile appears on his face. "That's right. Maybe you should tell him that. He won't react as badly as you might think." Then, without waiting for a response on my part, he takes out his phone. "Do you like dogs? Tofu did the cutest thing this morning."