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"It's open! I'm coming!", the young man shouted while rushing down the stairs and hurried to open the door, for someone who was ringing the bell insistently. "No, no, I'll open it myself, I'm waiting for someone", the young man said in a lower voice, stopping the maid who had just come to the door. "Wait a minute!"
The lock clicked softly, and a tall boy in a thin khaki jacket which was darkened by the wetness of the rain, appeared in the opening. The water dripped from the stranger's black hair, first onto his cheeks, and then, tracing the outline of his sharp jaws, it ran down his chin, falling from it in transparent drops. His shoes were soaking wet, leaving footprints on the bright marble porch. The stranger brought with him the smell of freshness, of a raging thunderstorm, of wet asphalt, and a pleasant warm perfume, unobtrusive and barely discernible, like a morning mist.
"Oh, hello! You're so wet, you must have get caught in the thunderstorm. Oh, haven't you taken an umbrella with you? Please come in", the owner of the house, still speaking, motioned the shivering stranger inside and invited him to go into the living room, while he himself immediately ran away somewhere.
Leaving his shoes and outer clothing in the hall, and receiving a nod of approval from the maid who had been watching the young man all the while, the guest ran a hand through his damp hair and hesitantly sat down in the soft leather chair in the living room, which was located on the right hand of the front door.
The large two-story house he found himself in was richly furnished. Although the fact that it was located in a prestigious area of the city already spoke for itself. Logs crackled pleasantly in the fireplace against the opposite wall, the soft sand-colored carpet was covered with intricate patterns, and several bookshelves lined the wall. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were decorated with gold fine pattern curtains. Through the airy cream tulle, he could see the back yard and the paths leading deep into the garden. It was cozy, but at the same time a little unusual, too clean and tidy.
The guest sighed, calming down. His reason for visiting this house was a simple desire to earn some pocket money, he needed a part-time job. Just the day before yesterday, once again lazily browsing the job search site for new vacancies, he came across a fresh ad, the terms of which looked really appealing. Views and replies to the new vacancy grew rapidly, so without thinking twice, the guy immediately dialed the specified number. On the second try, a pleasant voice on the phone said that he was ready to meet with him at the specified address on Tuesday at five in the evening.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," the host returned to the room and placed a tray with cups filled with hot tea on a small round table, and then carefully sat down in the opposite chair. "I thought you were cold."
"Thank you", the guy picked up a snow-white cup with a fragrant drink and looked up at the young man sitting next to him. Somewhere on the edge of the guest's consciousness, the thought that the owner of the house had beautiful features flashed through his mind, and in comparison with him, he seemed frail and much shorter. "So, let's get acquainted", the host smiled disarmingly, which made the dark-haired man involuntarily, smile back.
"My name is Kim Junmyeon, as I stated in the vacancy, I need a person who will walk my dog. I am often busy, and it is not always possible to devote as much time to my Belle as necessary. The boy pursed his lips and spread his hands, continuing. "You'll get a weekly pay, expenses for food, toys, and whatever else is needed. You will have to come in the morning and in the evening and walk her for an hour or an hour and a half, repeat commands, play so that she does not lose her shape and be in a good mood. Junmyeon looked at the other man as he spoke. "His eyes are the color of chocolate, which I never buy – bitter," the guest thought at that moment. "Do you think you can handle it?"
The tall young man, who had been silent until then, nodded his head vigorously in agreement.
"Yes, yes, of course. This will suit me just fine", hastily putting the cup on the saucer, he smiled almost imperceptibly out of the corners of his lips, "Just what I need!"
"Great, then! Junmyeon smiled happily and lightly adjusted his blond hair that had fallen over his eyes. "You can come and walk with Belle tomorrow. I'll bring her in a minute."
He jumped up quickly again and ran out of the living room, the soft pile of the carpet catching the sound of his bare feet.
The dark-haired boy closed his eyes happily, sipping the black tart tea, sweet, the owner made it to his taste. How lucky, he thought. "It's not far and such an easy job, for a good salary, just awesome." A sharp bark distracted him from his pleasant thoughts. Junmyeon flew into the room like a small, agile hurricane, carrying a small white ball in his arms, matching the entire decor in this expensive house. The furball, which was the owner's dog, barked loudly, but after sniffing and calming down, it was only groaning softly from the fact that it was deprived of freedom of movement by being held on the arms.
"This is my Belle", the blond man gently ran his hand over the little dog's head. – She's five years old, and my parents gave her to me when I was thirteen. I then won the Math Contest in our city and immediately asked for a puppy, to my incredible surprise, I found it in my bedroom on the same day. Kim leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the top of her head. "Isn't she cute?"
"Very beautiful, we'll make friends! The boy, getting up from the comfortable chair, reached out and touched the soft, shiny fur. Feeling the touch, the dog turned its head and carefully sniffed the stranger in an attempt to understand and remember the new smell.
"By the way, what's your name?" Junmyeon chuckled in embarrassment, still stroking the Norwich Terrier's pale gold coat. "You haven't introduced yourself, and I forgot to ask."
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. My name is Oh Sehun, I put it in the resume, and now I forgot to tell you. I'm in my senior year of high school."
"Maknae Sehun, can I call you that? It just turns out that I'm a hyung to you", the blonde smiled again affably and looked up at the younger. "Hyun Junmyeon, you can call me that."
