Appa (BTS/Jung Hoseok ff)

I couldn’t believe it.

The world spun for a moment and I briefly felt like vomiting before I took a couple of deep breaths.

Ok Evie, get your shit together. This will be fine. You just have to work out the kinks.

The kink I was currently faced with was the pink eviction notice sitting on my kitchen table. I also had colorful bills from the utility and cable companies and Verizon had sent me the second of three threatening messages about terminating my cell phone as well. Tears welled in my eyes and I collapsed into the nearby kitchen chair wondering how things had come to this.

I had moved into this shitty little apartment 4 months ago after accepting a job in a little cafe called Wholley Ground, as a waitress. It didn’t pay much and I had been struggling to find other work, doing odd jobs and babysitting on the side for extra cash. I did all this in the day time, so that I would be free to sing in a smokey little bar a block from my house as many nights as the owner would let me. It didn’t pay....yet. I was determined that some day it would though!

I truly loved singing with my whole heart and I was good too. It’s not like I expected to get rich and famous or anything, but it would be nice to pay my bills on time and not have to choose between breakfast and lunch most days.

I sighed heavily and looked at the clock above the stove, forlornly registering that I needed to get ready for mid-shift at the cafe. My boss, Mr. Jung was supposed to be there today to meet the new hires since he took a 6 month hiatus for reasons nobody seemed to know. I wasn’t super nervous though. I’d heard he was friendly and very good looking, so how bad could he be, right?

I dug into my closet and took out the fitted black skirt that came to just above my knees, and the white collared dress shirt that went with it. I quickly dressed, heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to make myself presentable after that fun little crying jag I had just gone on.

I ran a brush through my thick, blondish-brown hair and gathered it at the crown of my head in a messy bun. Then I just put on some light mascara to accent my hazel eyes and pink glittery lip gloss because, hey, why the fuck not?

I grabbed my bag and keys, locked my door, and headed to the bus stop to take me to work. I actually kind of liked my cafe job. People were usually nice and tipped decently, and there seemed to be an abnormally high ratio of hot men among the clientele.

I pushed through the cafe door, wishing that just once, the place wouldn’t reek like fake vanilla flavoring, but whatever. I walked straight back and put my stuff away only to run into something squishy, but also hard, on my way out of the door. When I looked up to see who or what had knocked me on my ass, I had to do a double-take.

The guy who I ran into was hot. Not just hot, but sexy. Not just sexy, but.....wow. He had the deepest brown eyes I’d ever looked into and dyed red hair swept away from his face. And his face.....high cheek bones that any supermodel would sell her soul for, smooth tan skin, and the most kissable, beautiful lips I’d ever seen.

I must have been staring with my mouth open or something because Sexy Mcsexerton shot me a blindingly gorgeous smile and.....

Fuck. My. Life

He fucking winked at me! I needed holy water. I needed a shower. I needed to shower in holy water!

I was pulled out of my inner fangirl tirade when he offered me his hand to help me up. I took it (holyshithessosexyandhotimdeadim

dieinghelpcall911itstoolateimacorpsecallthemorgue) and was pulled easily to my feet, looking down, self consciously adjusting my clothes and brushing off my butt.

The hottie extended his hand for me to shake, “I’m Jung Hoseok. Sorry for knocking you over. Not really the way I like to meet my new employees for the first time.” He chuckled and flashed his mega watt smile again. I couldn’t help but smile too. His was a smile that demanded an answer from those he gave it to.

I shook his hand and tried not to make an even bigger fool of myself since by now my brain had unfrozen enough for me to realize that he was my BOSS, not just some random hottie. “Glad to meet you Mr. Jung. It’s really ok. I’m not the most graceful person out there...” I smiled up at him as I said this last, just enjoying the spectacular view because sadly, his boss status put him in an untouchable category for me. Nothing ruins a job quite as quickly as getting romantically entangled with someone at work, especially someone who held power over your ability to make money.

Mr. Jung held onto my hand for a beat too long as his eyes seemed to drink me in. I cleared my throat nervously. He seemed to come back from wherever his head had just been and released my hand. “You should call me Hoseok, or, even better, Hobie. Mr. Jung is my father.” He said softly, giving me another goddamn wink and a grin as he walked off.

Fuck me. I’m in trouble.