Aami: Accident

There's something about autumn in Seoul that's so very calming and aesthetic. It is weather at its finest; the summer greens becomes crimson, orange and gold, offering clear crisp weather and a scenery of fall colours.

It's been almost a month since I've arrived at Seoul. I got myself a job at a local restaurant, "Momo" and have been working here ever since then. I never imagined that this was going to be my future. Greeting the tourists and the locals, serving them drinks and washing dishes, hiding myself from the world while living a dead life.

"Life is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing." I thought to myself, Shakespeare was a wise fellow.

Life...

Where did it all go wrong??

One thing that I've realised is that, Life is a circle and its unpredictable. You never know where its going to lead you next. It's changing, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse.

''Aami, There's a delivery for Mr Hariko. Hotel Waksan Seoul. Room 173.'

Mr Hariko is the President of the Big Lit Entertainment company, a South Korean entertainment company that was established in 20XX. It currently manages idol groups BTS and TXT . The K-Pop idol group BTS featuring Kim Seok Jin, Suga(Min Yoongi) , RM(Kim Namjoon) , Jhope ( Jung Hoseok ) , V( Kim Taehyung) , JK( Jeon Jungkook) and Jimin debuted under Big Lit in 20XX is as of now the biggest K-Pop boy band in the world.

Mr Hariko is a regular at Momo's. Despite staying at a five star hotel, he was a fan of street food and always ordered food from Momo's.

"Sir that would be 9000 won, Sir" I tell him handing the food package.

"Do you have have to repeat it everytime Aami? " Mr Hariko says smiling.

''It's become a habit, Sir. " I tell him.

" Aami, you seem like an intelligent girl. I can offer you a job at the company if you want." He says in a concerned tone.

" Thank You for your offer, Sir, sorry but I'd have to decline it. "

If I accepted the job, I would be risking exposing my identity, so it was better to reject m his offer. I knew Mr Hariko had his doubts about me. Working at Big Lit was everyone's dream job. Everytime we met, he insisted on me accepting the offer. First I thought he had some ill intention but turned he didn't. I simply misunderstood him. He was a gentleman who did many charity works for the sick and needy. I guess he felt pity on me watching me work hard, trying to make a living.

" Why do you always wear that mask every time you come here?" Mr Hariko says handing me the money.

" Hahaha..Sir..umm..it's.. I ".

What am I supposed to say. The truth? That there are people trying to kill me and I was forced to disguise myself to escape death?

"It's fashion sir. Also it provides protection from all the air pollution." I chuckle, trying my best to look cheerful.

" I didn't mean to pry. I don't all this current fashion trends. You are a beautiful young girl, Aami. Don't hide away in that mask all the time." He says in a soft concerned voice.

"Yes sir"

" The offer still stands, if you want it, feel free to contact my manager." Mr Hariko says giving me his business card.

"I will, sir, Thank you. Enjoy your spicy grilled chicken."

Mr Hariko may be rich but he was the most humane and humble business man besides my father that I've come across in my life.

The first feature that I noticed when I met him was his smile and how free he was with everyone despite being the president of the one of the largest entertainment companies in Korea. I knew he was married but other than that nothing much about his private life was known to the world.

Privacy was something that Big Lit company gave utmost importance to. The biggest proof for this was the mystery of "Jimin" . He always wore a black mask, something that resembled a superhero mask like that of Batman or Robin in the comic books and never revealed his face to the world. His identity was a company secret. No one knew how he looked like or anything about his personal life.

As I was about to leave one of his body guards entered the room and said that the "boys" were leaving. I guess he was referring to the BTS. I've been to the hotel several times but I never met them. They were seven in number. All of them good looking and talented. However Jimin always managed to grab my attention. There was this wild aura that surrounded his personality and something kept pulling me towards him.

I was on my way back to the restaurant. I entered the elevator and was dumbstruck.

BTS. They were in the elevator.

I locked eyes with Jimin. He glared at me as though he was staring right into my soul. I turned away, my back facing him. It was just the seven boys and myself in the elevator. They kept looking at me and started whispering among themselves.

"Whoa... does she even know who we are?" whispers Taehyung, one of the maknaes, his eyes wide open.

"The world does not revolve around us Taehyungie" Says Yoongi, one of the hyungs with a smirk.

I remain calm and unbothered. I guess, they were expecting a different reaction from my part. Most girls around my age would shriek, shout and loose their selves when they see the seven handsome young men. They were the most busiest and sought after boy band in the world. I guess, they were surprised to see that I had no reaction. I mean, how could I. I did not have time for fun and games.

By the time we reach the tenth floor, the elevator stopped working. The lights started blinking and the next thing I know the elevator was floating in the air.

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Before we move further I just want to state that rhis is a pure work of fiction and has no connection to the real life BTS or the company oe BTS President or anyone else.