Part 7

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Me and my work team were invited to have dinner at a fancy restaurant to plan an informal cocktail party. The host was a rich business man in Seoul who wanted to organize a selected party with a black and white theme. He wants the invitations and the whole decor and details of the party to be in black and white. He made it clear that it must be written on the invitations that the guests need to be dressed according to the theme of the event. I indeed liked the idea because this combination of the monochromatic colors is very elegant and it's actually a very popular theme choice especially when the host is a man. We were talking about the details of the decor while I suggested to the host that he could wear a costume that has a completely different color than the one that guests wear just to stand out from the crowd.
I was concentrating on my iPad as I was showing different ideas to the host of the party and I suddenly felt like I was being watched.  It was a strange feeling that made me straight away raise my gaze up. I was met by a pair of well known eyes.
The shock almost knocked me out and I almost lost track of time and completely ignored the fact that people were around me and still talking to me. Shock,fear and anger were just a few of my feelings at that moment. I was shocked because Yoongi was sitting at a table just some meters away from ours, fear because I still can't control myself when I see those strikingly beautiful eyes  and anger because I still dangerously get lost in them. Mina figured it out really quickly what
was wrong with me and she was the one who brought me back to earth:
"Y/N you must really be tired dear. Let's just discuss what we should serve for dessert. You may not have heard but the mister wants the desserts to be black and white."
Minas look was full of compassion as she put her hand on my shoulder to wake me up from my dream.
I quickly regained my senses and suggested that we can have black and white cookies and muffins.
"We can even have a fancy black and white cake !" The host seemed to believe that I was tired and that's why my attitude changed suddenly. I was drinking coffee and trying to steal glances at Yoongi's direction all while trying not to get caught. He was with a group of friends and most of them were acquaintances of mine too. Some of his friends acknowledged my presence and we gave each other an informal polite greeting. The truth was that his friends were not the type of people with whom I would be befriending. The majority were just a bunch of superficial people who were interested in having fun and spending their money on insignificant things. The only friends that I was interested in talking to were his bandmates because they were his only true friends and the only authentic ones that really cared about him. I knew that Yoongi surrounds himself with these spontaneous people just because he really is attracted to outgoing characters due to the differences between them and his personality. I was always confused why Yoongi was willing to start a relationship with me because we both have been introverts our whole lifes. When it comes to work we learn new useful skills from the extroverts around us just to survive in society. Yoongi is used to attracting both outgoing and shy individuals but I personally was used to attracting extroverts due to my personality.
I'm still drinking my coffee while Yoongi and I make a lot of eye contact. He was drinking alcohol. I was dying to find out what was going on in his mind. His expression was hard to read like always and his arrogant smirk and sarcastic expression was well worn by him. His dark raven hair was a little messy and he was dressed with casual elegant clothes wearing a black leather jacket with a white shirt. His outfits always look effortlessly pulled together.  I was trying so hard to hold my temper but instead I was checking him out like a little silly teenage girl who's in love with the popular boy at school. Of course Yoongi being smart and knowing me for so long, figured out quickly what I was doing. His smirk grew wider and he even winked at me. My face became hot with shame and anger at the same time. Mina gave me a pitiful smile and told the host of the party that we were going to plan, that we are very tired due to overworking. He said that we indeed really look tired, especially me and that he understands we need to rest.
"You really need to put yourself together and stop letting your personal life dominate your professional one. What's wrong with you dear? I know that you're going through a really nasty heartbreak but you've always been able to control yourself at work. It's nothing new under the sun, you and Yoongi have been having problems long before the breakup and you've seen this coming! Interaction with the client it's important and you know that we have a very good reputation and the expectations are high. You need to figure this out quickly. Maybe you need a break and I can handle this party by myself ,you just go and rest." Minas' concerned and sympathetic face woke me up a little and I felt like the issues with Yoongi needed to be solved as soon as possible because this situation was beginning to get out of control. And I hate to not have control over the things in my life.
"You're right in every single aspect. This is getting more complicated every day and I need to put my thoughts together. I really need to rest now cause my head hurts so bad and I just want some peace and quiet to calm me down."
-Go home and rest dear. Are you able to drive home?"
-Yes Mina. Don't worry, you know that driving calms me down!" And this was exactly what I needed now: to enjoy the dazzling summer night scenery of Seoul's colorful lights. Me and Mina gave each other a warm hug and she made me promise that I will call her first thing tomorrow in the morning when I wake up.
It was dark outside as I made my way to the car. At first I thought that my mind it's playing tricks on me but my heart started to pound and my breath caught in my chest as I saw Yoongi leaning against my car as if he was the owner of the car. I stopped in my tracks as he raised his head and looked exactly into my eyes. He still can shut me down with just one look. I was speechless but I quickly regained my composure as anger took over myself. I forced my legs to move towards the handsome man that was wearing a dangerous smirk on his face.

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