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[PART 5]

For a few hours you familiarized yourself with your new devices. With further investigation of your top-of-the-range iPhone, you'd also found a banking app. The account attached already set up in your name, the balance showing five thousand.

He wasn't lying about your payments; this must've been for yesterday. And seeing it gave you a strange form of relief.

Eventually, the elevator rang and you sprung from your seat, expecting to see the very man who had gifted you the devices keeping you busy. You'd been alone for some time, Jimin had assured he was only downstairs taking care of the suite, but you were getting lonely.

Instead an older woman walked out, her long hair turning tastefully grey at the roots. She was tall too, and carried herself with pure confidence. Over one arm she had a hanger, the contents attached hidden inside a protective velvet cover, in her other she held the handle of a black case.

"Miss Yln?" She looked directly at you with a polite smile, and you nodded. "I'm Seokji, Mr Min's personal tailor, he asked that I fit you for this evening should you decide to attend."

"Oh," you brows rose, this was a new experience. "Okay, should we go to my room?"

"Please," she nodded, allowing you to take the lead.

After she unpacked her box of measuring tape she directed you to undress to your underwear. You didn't want to waste the woman's time, as polite as she seemed, she looked like she meant business.

"Have you ever been fitted for a dress before?" She asked tentatively while you stood covering your breasts with folded arms. Thankfully you'd put the fireplace on before she'd started.

"No, never," you shook your head, and she nodded understandingly.

"No worries, all I need you to do is stand nice and still for me while I take your measurements for future reference first," she said as she neared you with tape in hand.

"Okay," you nodded, looking off to the artwork decorating the walls. "So, the dress you're fitting me. Did you make it?" You asked curiously, if she was his personal tailor she must've had some set of skills. Every suit you'd seen Yoongi in thus far had been of premium cut, and quality.

"I did, it was something I was working to release for next year's runway but Yoongi is one of my most loyal customers, and he said it would be a special occasion," she noted, looking at you with an insinuating smirk while she sized up your bust.

"Oh no, we're not—" you trailed off, wondering whether or not you were supposed to deny whatever your relationship was. You didn't know what she even thought you were.

"Do you know where he's taking you?" She changed the subject but you shook your head. "I'm sure it'll be lovely, I knew his parents so I know he was raised well," she smiled, and you did briefly too.

And there was another piece of the puzzle. Now you were growing inclined to believe them a little more.

*

As seven o'clock drew closer, you began to grow nervous. The mystery was coming to fruition, the suspense killing you.

At Jimin's insistence, you'd had a light lunch in the early afternoon, saying how his boss wouldn't be very happy with him if he didn't feed you. But now your stomach felt empty of food, and full of tiny fluttering butterflies.

You'd been ready since half six, in an outfit fit for a sea goddess. The dress you'd been practically sewn into, was white in color. The bodice and straight neckline completely snug to your chest, holding on without any sleeves; so that the skirt could shine on its own.