Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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Hoseok's office was not what I expected it to be. It sat on top of a small dance studio, the only access point being a set of stairs to the right on the outside of the building. I followed behind Jimin to the top where a single glass door sat unmarked. I was glad I didn't end up coming alone now because I most definitely would have gotten lost. Jimin pushed it open letting me walk in first. The space was decently sized. The office the same size of the studio it sat on top of complete with a small kitchenette in the far corner, a bathroom opposite to it and a plush reception area. The color scheme was white. All white except for the ceiling which was black. The ceiling and the sliding glass door's frames leading to Hoseok's desk. They were currently open, I assume to let us know it was okay to enter as Hoseok stood there leaned over his desk and computer.
He looked amazing. Fitted in a loose gray sweater and light khaki slacks, he looked comfortable. His hair wasn't combed back unlike the first time I saw him, it was left to do whatever it wanted. It bounced slightly as he moved, the fluffy strands brushing across his forehead and the ends curling around his ears naturally. He was cute. Which was something that completely caught me off guard. His eyes lifted as the door shut behind Jimin, face breaking out into the most blinding smile I had ever seen on a person.
"Y/N! Jimin! You're right on time."
He motioned us further into the room offering the seats in the lounge. I tugged my freshly stained coat off, letting Jimin take it to hang up with his own. Eternally grateful that he hadn't said anything about it.
"I made coffee right before you came. Would you like a cup?"
"That would be nice. Thank you."
"Jimin?"
"My usual. Thanks."
Hoseok nodded making his way to the little kitchenette. I sat on one of the couches, Jimin helping himself to the cushion next to me as Hoseok made it back with our drinks. He put them down before taking the chair across from us.
"I would have offered to pick you up myself, but Jimin insisted."
"Oh please. You can't make yourself seem like the better man. I won rock, paper, scissors fair and square."
I giggled into my cup as I took a sip. The heat flooded my system immediately. The added warmth letting my frozen limbs relax into the couch.
"I have to admit. I was surprised to see him."
"It was a good surprise I hope." Jimin eyed me, daring me to disagree.
"The best surprise." I smiled nudging him with my elbow.
"I guess I should have mentioned over the phone that he would be meeting with us." Hoseok gave me an apologetic smile crossing his legs as he leaned back in the chair.
"I'm not upset. Although I am a little curious how he ties into it. I deduced on the way over that he had something to do with the expansion agreement, however, he wouldn't tell me in what capacity."
