Nine Months

Chapter 34

Haru sat on the couch, her manager in front of her and Jungkook by her side.

"So, you're telling me, I should have a pregnancy photoshoot for a magazine cover?" She asked.

"I am telling this to you for the thir- no fourth time. Have you gone dumb?" The elder responded in a chafed tone.

"You think I should?" She asked Jungkook.

"It's your choice," he said in a decorous manner, "and if it's for your career then why not?"

"No. I mean, I don't want to commercialize my pregnancy or my baby... You know..."

He smiled gently, "You're not. It's just a photoshoot and it'll be a memory. It's like celebrating your pregnancy. Do you want me to be there?"

"Don't you have your recording today? And I think after that you guys would be going to the shoot."

Her question took him by stupor. She knew that he had his recording today, just like earlier when she had such details memorized.

He nodded, "But I can make time for you."

She coughed a little awkwardly. A mild amaryllis creeping up for cheeks giving her a honey glow.

"No need, I'll call Yoona unnie. As far as I remember she has her day off today," she said.

Her manager clapped in exuberance, "Yeah, and I am there too."

•••

She sat in the dresser's chair waiting for them to attend her, lazily scrolling through her instagram. She grinned as she watched videos of Jungkook smiling when she received her award. The door opened suddenly with a loud bang causing her to flinch and yell in apprehension. The grip she had on her phone faltered as it fell down with a thud.

"Oh, it's just me Unnie," a coworker responded. She could not tune her emotions accordingly, it was the fear that was working on her face. She gulped thickly. The coworker found it amusing in a certain way that she burst out laughing hysterically. This wasn't taken positively by our lady, she frowned but said nothing.

"Oh Haru, are you ready?" Her manager entered and the junior nodded. Behind her entered a sophisticated man with fashionable glasses and curled up hair.

"Meet Mr. Joseph, he will be your makeup artist. He has been featured by the New York fashion week," she blubbered.

"Goodmorning. It's a pleasure meeting you," Haru smiled and later bowed.

"The pleasure is all mine beautiful lady," he responded with a grin, swaying in the wind, examining her up and down. Maybe for his work, but she felt uncomfortable by his glances.

I would never be able to be the same Haru again. She thought and then sighed.

"Okay then, I'll be-"

"Um... Ma'am?" Haru interrupted her.

"Yes?"

"I would like to work with my makeup artist, I mean I am sorry for letting you down but I feel myself complacent with her..." she said hesitantly.

"Loyal, I see," the man blurted out, "You'll regret it pretty lady. You missed the chance to be my model."

"I'm sorry Mr.-"

"I take that as a disrespect. See ya everyone," he blew a kiss and dallied his way out of the room.

"Haru, what was that? You know it took us pains to call Mr. Joseph! Everything cannot go your way!" She castigated her and stormed out of the room. Haru's heart lurched at the statement, she really respected her senior but she was helpless.