Crazy With Love | M.Y.G FF ✔

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The next week was stressful as I was trying to find another work option. As much as I like taking children to school and helping them along the way, this job wasn't nearly as satisfying. I sighed, flopping onto my bed and grabbing my phone from beside me.

PipWins:

If I have to spend another week listening to the
Ramblings of rich kids and their problems...

I'm going to drown myself...

In alcohol.

BboyBallin:

So, just another Friday night for you?

PipWins:

Oh ha, ha. You're not funny.


BboyBallin:

I'm quite hilarious actually.

So I take it you need me to listen to you rant about

Your week? Before you go to the club and try to
Drown yourself?


PipWins:

Not drowning myself.

I actually got set up by my boss... well the mother of the kids
I look after. She thought me going out with this friend
Who works for a big translation company, might be able to get
Me a better job.

At this point, if it takes going on one date with guy then I
Am willing to pimp myself out.



BboyBallin:

Pimp yourself out?
So you're going to add him to
Your list of unsuccessful fuckboys?


PipWins:

No... well I mean, if he's cute and

He's up for a hookup.... Maybe?

I really just want a better job.


BboyBallin:

So who is this guy?


PipWins:

I don't know yet. I'll know tomorrow night.


BboyBallin:

Let me know tomorrow night then.


PipWins:

I'm going to consider that a request, and not a demand.


BboyBallin:

Whatever helps you sleep at night, hot mess.


PipWins:

Well at least you think I'm hot.


BboyBalling:

Don't flatter yourself.
You're no pinup girl.


PipWins:

I will take that as a compliment as well.


BboyBallin:

I have work to finish, go get some sleep
And try not to throw yourself at your date.

PipWins:

I don't know what to wear, I might have to do some shopping

Goodnight workaholic.


BboyBallin:

Don't dream of me saving you from your date.
That was a one time service.



I read his message, laughed lightly and put my phone on my charger. I got comfortable in bed and fell asleep right after.

Lizzy helped me get ready for this date on Friday night, lending me a little black dress of hers and some heels to match. Deji was off again for the weekend and one Lizzy was done helping me, she was headed off for the weekend for some sort of teachers mental retreat? I guess a bunch of the teachers were going to some spa and camp grounds to bond and mentally revitalize themselves. I didn't quite get it but Lizzy said it was common, and they did these trips a few times a year.
So I was going to be alone for the whole weekend.
I sighed, not really looking forward to it, but maybe I could get some things done since it was going to be quiet around here. Going to the club alone would suck though.

"Okay, you're all set. Looking good, cutie. So, your boss set you up with this dude?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess he's smart, works for her husband.... I don't know, I didn't pay much attention. I just kind of agreed to the date because she said he works for some translation company.. Or his company is looking for translators and she thought at very least I could make some connections. Especially since they won't be needing my services much longer. I could get my foot in the door by doing something like going on this date... meetup, whatever." I explained.

"Right, well... just don't let him take advantage of you, okay?" She reminded me before he kissed my forehead and walked off to get her things."I'll see you monday babes." She smiled and waved before leaving. I waved back and watched her shut the door behind her.
I grabbed my keys and purse, heading down to get a cab. I was supposed to meet this guy at some restaurant not too far away.
When I entered the restaurant I saw the man in a deep blue blazer and a white flower, as I was told he'd be wearing. He smiled and waved me over to his table by the window. I walked over, smiling and looking him over. He was in a suit, had glasses, and tried to kiss my cheek as soon as I approached him.

"Sorry. I was told you were pretty, but you're gorgeous." He smiled as he handed me the white flower.

"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself." I replied as he pulled out my chair and when I sat he helped scoot me up to the table.

"Hope you didn't have trouble finding the place." He commented as he sat down in his seat. "I also hope you don't mind, I ordered some beer." He smiled as he spoke.

"That's thoughtful." I replied as a waiter approached and handed me a menu. The beer would be okay, though I'm not much of a beer drinker. But I didn't expect this guy to know that, so I won't hold it against him. Dinner was... not interesting at all. Aside from telling me that he was looking for a translator, he managed to make dinner seem a lot longer by going on and on about himself, his achievements, his goals, and after dinner when we were walking out he had the nerve to ask if I wanted to come meet his cat, I'm not an idiot, I know exactly what he meant.
He tried to kiss my cheek again and I declined. There was no way I was going to go back to his place and spend the night with him, not even for a job. I said goodbye to him, never planning on calling him again and I called a cab for a ride home.
Once I was back home, safe and sound, I kicked off my heels and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and a glass, popping the cork and pouring my glass full. I decided on watching a romantic comedy while yelling at the tv of how much bullshit the lead was spilling. As I sipped my drink, my phone on the coffee table started to buzz.

Incoming Call


"Hello?" I answered, not looking to see who it was.

"Hey drunk girl, need an emergency call to get you out of trouble?" The low male voice made shivers go up my spine.

"Yoongi?" I asked.

"Yeah, just tell the ass hat I'm like... your Dad or something, and bail." He suggested.

"You want me to tell him you're my daddy?" I giggled, taking another sip of wine.

"Don't even. Wait... you're not at his place, are you?" He asked, a slight hint of concern.

"Fuck no. The dude was a total ego maniac. He talked more about himself than anyone or anything else. He didn't ask much about me at all, I mean.. At least ask me why I want the job? He kept making passes and trying to kiss me. I wasn't having it so I got a cab home. And now I'm sitting her alone all weekend with a bottle of wine... I'll have to get more tomorrow. Or have more delivered while I wallow in self pity." I spilled everything out that I could. I heard him sigh on the other line.

"You're not going to wallow in self pity all weekend. I'm picking you up at 1pm. Be ready or I will bust down your door. Also, pack a swimsuit." He said before hanging up.

"Well goodnight to you too...." I muttered, tapping the phone off and tossing it on the couch beside me. "What the fuck is he planning?" I questioned as it dawned on me he was going to pick me up, and I had to have a swimsuit? I was confused.

I ended up passing out while watching the breakfast club. Old movie, but a good movie.
When I woke up at 10:30am, I downed some water and took some aspirin to dull the headache I had. A good hot shower made me feel a lot better.
Choosing something to wear was always something that internally tormented me. It would depend on the situation, and the location, and the event, or what would come after. So many things could make or break ones outfit choice.

"Fuck... sometimes I hate being a woman.. Female-ing is so difficult sometimes." I whined to myself. I stood there in my bathroom, freshly showered, staring at my closet like I was sure an outfit would pop to life and hop out of my closet.
After a good twenty minutes I decided I needed to take a break, flopping back on the couch in the living area.
A sudden buzz of my phone startled me and I fumbled to answer my phone.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Which apartment is yours?" Yoongi's voice came over the line.

"Uh.. why?" I questioned.

"So I can come up there and see how you look before we head out." He said with such sureness.

"I... apartment 348, but I'm... well I'm not dressed yet." I explained. The line went dead, making me stand up and stare at my phone for a few minutes. This was a bit confusing and jarring. The knocking at the door broke me from my trance and I hurried to unlock it and let Yoongi in. I opened the door to be greeted by a scowl though.

"Do you just open the door for anyone when they knock? Especially when they don't announce themselves?" He was slightly irritated.

"No.. but I figured it was you, so.."

"So you answered the door in your robe?" He looked me over, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth before slipping off his shoes and moving around me. It was when he walked past me I noticed he had two shopping bags with him.
"Here, bathing suit, and put this over it.. And try these shoes. If the shoes don't fit I'm sure you have something that will be suitable." He said, handing over the bags and explaining... well instructing me on what to do. I don't know why, but... my body tingled with each demand. I nodded, unable to talk because of the inner battle of why I should listen to this guy and my apparent fondness for those who make choices for me.
I took the bags and went into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me and then trying on the bathing suit first. It was a one piece, but the middle was sheer, it was a blue with black sheer material connected over it. Surprisingly it fit pretty well. I snipped off the tag and looked at it. I don't know why Yoongi bought me new things... hell I don't even know where he's planning on taking me. Buying me things is weird to me though, but I opened the second bag and pulled out the deep blue knitted dress and the shoe box, setting the latter down on my bed as I removed the tag, shook my head at the dress and slipped the dress over my head.

"How the heck did you know my size?" I asked as I opened the door once the dress was on. He looked me up and down, hummed and nodded.

"You looked to be about the same stature as my friend's wife. So, I called him and asked what sizes his wife wears." He said so non chalauntly, like this was something normal for him. "What about the shoes?" He asked. I turned back into my room and got the shoe box. Handing it to him, he pointed to my sofa so I sat down.
Lifting the lid off the show box, he removed some deep blue colored wedges and unbuckled one of them, kneeling down, he put the shoe onto my foot and facined the buckle back up.

"Seems to fit." I noted. He hummed and nodded again, unbuckling the second shoe and slipping onto my other foot. After buckling it back up he ran his hand over my ankle and stood up, offering me his hand.

"You look good. The outfit suits you." He said, something glimmering in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher.

"Thank you. Um... you didn't need to buy me this.. I mean, I have things-"

"And none of them would have been satisfactory enough for where we're going. Get your keys, and let's head off before we're too late." He said, turning and walking back over to the door. He slid his shoes back on and I smiled as I grabbed my keys and my purse. He opened my apartment door and we headed down to the car that was awaiting us.