Mending (Jeon Jungkook x M Reader) Book 2

Chapter 1

     Y/ns POV

  I woke up to another shiny day, just like all the other ones. Let me tell you, LA hasn't dim down the sun at all these years. It seemed as if the sun was waiting for me to step off the plain for it to go vibrant again. After the past few events that occured, I found myself getting used to having a voice. Different in what I'm hearing, but new for my body. I still don't use my voice all the time cause it's wierd and different, but when I do it's usually because someone doesn't understand things thoroughly.

  I roll myself out of my bed, getting my body up and walking to the bathroom to start my morning routine, brushing my teeth, getting showered, doing my hair, putting on some facial products, etc. I got myself ready for work now, and I make myself a small cup of coffee for myself to take to work.

  I pair myself up in an outfit thats made up of some black jeans, comfortingly hugging my legs, a nice T shirt with a unbuttoned shirt to cover my arms, some black shoes, and my glasses.

  I take myself to the kitchen where my coffee sits there to be made up in my to-go mug. After finishing up making my coffee I make my way out of my apartment and continue to make my way to work.

  I'd have to admit, it was wierd coming back to LA to get used to old things and find my new groove to work my life in a schedule. I don't have to go to school anymore, I have a really fortunate job that's generous with their pay, enough for me to live by myself and make a living off of the money.

  I show up to work, a building filled with different studios in it. I walk in, hitting the elevator button to go up, and up I went. Swiftly, quietly, and conveniently it brought me to my floor, where the doors would move aside and there was it, the art studio.

  The whole place was beautifully lit by the huge windows being opened for every art part of the studio to be seen and recognized. It seemed like the sun's light touched on just about everything in the room.

  In all fairness, the entire building was a studio but this main level was the art studio, below us was the music studio, and above us the meditation studio. I go to check in with the front office lady, Karen.

  "Morning Y/n, looks like it's another sunny day thanks to that face." She says, smiling widely as she gets a few papers from her filing cabinet out. "Here's today's work for you that tye boss wants you to do. Seems pretty interesting." She says, handing my a few papers with different instructions of what projects to make and textured and more. I smile and thank Karen.

  I walk to my room where it happens to be dark.  I have small candles all set up to be lit again, and I set my coffee on my desk and pull up my chair, sitting on it and turning on my lamp to read the projects my boss wanted me to get started today.

  It seemed like he wanted another China piece to his collective art auxiliary, and a ceramic wheel thrown vase, probably to be sold to a flower store or something, 2 pencil drawings and a painting. I take the paper, and I start ripping the paper into smaller ones where the individual instructions and projects were now separated.

  I tacked the pieces of paper to my small thumb take wall, looking at the individually. I find my interest more so in the ceramic flower vase than any of the others and get started on my project. 

  I took my time making my flower vase. It seemed like the project was a bit harder to make, considering how many art elements my boss wanted me to incorporate into this. With the amount of clay it's taking to build the shape of the vase on the wheel, it took some time for myself to get back used to the feeling of wheel throwing projects. I keep myself seated, working on the project, relaxed to the feeling and the radio playing the music in the background on my Spotify playlist. I wondered what was going to happen with other stuff. I can't complain about the amount of money i make, yet alone the privacy I'm given.