Jimim rushed towards Lisa, who was standing a short distance away. As he approached her, he adjusted his uniform, slung his bag over his shoulder, and tried to look as presentable as possible.
"Lica! Lica, do you remember me?" Jimmy asked, trying to sound casual.
Lisa turned around, her eyes fixed on her phone as she scrolled through it. She seemed oblivious to Jimin's presence.
"Lica, Lica, come on! Why won't you talk to me?" Jimin asked, trying to sound persuasive.
Lisa remained silent, her expression unreadable. Jimin continued to try and get her attention, but she ignored him.
Just then, a girl with short, Korean-style hair appeared beside Jimin. "Leave her alone, Jimin . She's not into you," the girl said bluntly.
Jimin looked taken aback by the girl's words. "Who are you to interfere?" he asked, trying to sound confident.
The girl smiled sweetly. "I'm just telling you the truth, Jimin. You're not her type."
Jimin tried again to get Lisa's attention. "Where are you from?" he asked, but she didn't respond. Her eyes remained fixed on her phone, her expression unreadable.
Jimin tried a different approach. "Wait, don't you like boys? Are you a lesbian?" he asked, trying to sound playful.
But Lisa's expression changed, her eyes flashing with anger. She stared at Jimin,her eyes wide with indignation.Jimin held up his hands. "I'm just joking! I didn't mean to offend you."But Lisa didn't respond. She just kept staring at her phone, her expression unchanging.
Jimin tried again. "Do you have an American boyfriend?" he asked, but Lisa remained silent.
Jimin sensed that he had touched a sensitive topic. "Do you have a family?" he asked, but Lisa's expression didn't change.
However, Jimin noticed a faint flicker of pain in her eyes when he mentioned family. He immediately regretted his question.
"I'm sorry," Jimin said, trying to apologize. "I didn't mean to pry."
But Lisa just shrugged. "Whatever," she said, before turning and walking away.
Jimin ran after her. "Please, can't we just be friends?" he asked.
Lisa finally spoke, her voice cold and detached. "I don't talk to fools like you. You're a pervert and a dummy ass."she spoke in English
With that, she put on her earbuds and walked away, leaving Jimmy feeling embarrassed and rejected.
'thank you'jimin smile.maybe she is complimenting me or whatsoever but maybe she is a good person .her English is so cute
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'take these' yoongi handover some files to sucy .'and also this ' and also a love necklace
The love necklace features a brilliant diamond at its center, shining brightly like a star. The diamond is set in 18-karat gold, with a delicate chain that adds to its elegance. When light hits it, the diamond sparkles and shines, radiating beauty and love.
it looks so beautiful.can i have it plssss
nope i should be serious but uh.....
uh why is he giving me a love chain
After handing me the love necklace, I asked him, "Why are you giving this to me?"
He replied, "Keep it for me."
i was taken aback by his response and asked, "Why?" His expression didn't change, but I sensed a hint of annoyance.I decided to drop the matter and accepted the necklace. As I left, he instructed me to bring him snacks and food. I found this request amusing, thinking to myself, "Can't he just get it himself?"As I walked away, I heard him say, "Water it yourself." I chuckled, thinking it was a joke.Later, I headed to Cateria, a food establishment, to collect his food. After picking up his order, I returned to him.
It seemed like a usual errand, but I couldn't help but wonder about the love necklace and his intentions behind giving it to me.
I couldn't help but wonder who the love necklace originally belonged to. Was it for his boyfriend, or perhaps a secret admirer? I tried to brush off the thought, but my curiosity lingered.it seemed unlikely that he would give such a meaningful gift to his guard or assistant. No, this necklace seemed too personal, too sentimental.As I pondered the mystery of the necklace, I received another instruction from him. "Take this file and work on it," he said, without mentioning the necklace again.I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the story, but I decided to focus on the task at hand. Still, the question lingered in my mind: who was the love necklace really for?
I took the file from his hand, wondering what I was supposed to do with it. He hadn't given me any instructions, simply saying "take this file and do it." I was confused – did he want me to photocopy it, print it, or something else?
As an introvert, I didn't want to ask him for clarification, so I decided to take the file to one of the workers in the office. "Could you please print this out in English?" I asked.
The worker, a man with smooth lips, dark blue eyes, and long hair, nodded and took the file from me. He efficiently photocopied the contents and handed the printed pages back to me.
I smiled and thanked him, then headed back to the kitchen. But my next task was to hand the file over to the CEO.
As I entered the CEO's office, I could sense his anger. His face was red, and his eyes were blazing. He took the file from me, scanned the contents, and then suddenly squeezed it in his fist and slammed it onto the desk.
"Are you alright?" he thundered. "What's wrong with you? Why did you print this out?" I was taken aback by his outburst and didn't know how to respond.
The CEO's anger was palpable, and I could feel the tension in the air. He glared at me, his face twisted in annoyance. "Get out of here!" he barked, and I quickly obeyed, feeling relieved to escape the uncomfortable situation.
As I reflected on the encounter, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Maybe I was wrong not to ask for clarification on what to do with the file. But at the same time, I felt frustrated that the CEO hadn't taken the time to explain things to me.
Instead, he had simply become angry and dismissive. I remembered seeing him press a few buttons on his phone, probably texting one of his friends. It seemed like he was more interested in his social life than in addressing my confusion.
I wondered if I had done something wrong, or if the CEO was just having a bad day. Either way, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had been treated unfairly.