After four years, Sun Min thought she changed. She really did. She never showed her weak side to even the closest of her friends and she always tried to pull up that sly smirk on her face. But right after the moment her boss told her she was assigned to interview Jimin, Park Jimin, she could already feel the frown growing on her face.

And no, it wasn't because Jimin was one of the most famous idols of Korea.

But because he was her ex-boyfriend, who just so happened to dump her like a piece of trash.

. . .

“The reason you called me?” I asked and raised a brow, taking a piece of mint from her plate of candies (she barely ate them and the cleaners would always fill it up so I told her that I would clean it off for her).

“Oh,” Su Jeong stopped from writing a piece of bunch of stupid crap and took a folder from her cabinet. I stared at her actions and raised my brow higher. “You have been assigned a new report.”

“And?” I asked, not looking at her anymore and instead, playing with a couple strands of my red-dyed hair (I dyed it yesterday and I must say, I actually love this color. Red fits me, maybe its me because it has the same color as blood... Okay, I just sounded like psycho, please forget it. Red fits me, because I look strong in it. Maybe I should do my nails in red, too. And even do pedicure. Yes, brilliant idea).

“They’re about dating rumours,” she replied.

I smirked and looked up from my dyed hair. I loved writing reports about dating , especially when they all had to do with those stupid, fake idols. I always loved gossiping writing immature articles on the web, sharing it to the public and reading all those hate comments fans gave to each other, creating a whole bunch of controversies and arguments.

“And who are these immature motherers?” I asked with a sly smirk still playing on the end of my lips.

Su Jeong looked hesitant for a moment. She took a deep breathe in which I realised was filled with worries. The girl stared at the folder for a moment before passing it to me. “I’m sorry, Sun Min.”

I weirdly looked at her. What is she sorry for? Is something wrong?

I was still confused of why she was so hesitant and sad and all. That is, until I opened the folder and inspected the paper. And that also included me reading the names of the main characters, and even looking at their pictures.

The smirk plastered on my face got brushed away quickly as a frown replaced it. I clenched my jaws, staring at the name, finding it abhorrent. The mint inside my mouth was crushed into small, tiny pieces by the sudden impact from my teeth--in which were now battling against each other, trying to crush one another.

“What the actual ing …” I murmured and stared at the paper before closing the folder in rage and throwing hard onto the table in front of me. “You must be kidding me! What the ?! You know my problem?! Why me?!”

Su Jeong just glanced at me without any surprise, as if she was already expecting this from the beginning. “Heard you’re having trouble with buying the new limited edition Louis Vuitton bag. Well, here it is, time for you to get one. It’s a great opportunity for you. A great, no, an excessive amount of money will be paid to you if you take this job,” Su Jeong calmly said as she stared at me. “And why? You still scared of facing him?” The smirked and I just glared at her. The last part of her phrase bugged my pride and I didn't like it, at all. And once something bugged me, I would never let it bug me again. No matter what it was, or who it was.